keep moving forward

last night, i sent a quote to my friends. the typical send-to-all-Globe-friends-text before i sleep. Last night's quote was from Senator Clinton, she said

every moment spent on looking back, keeps us from moving forward.

i didn't absorb that quote that much before i sent it. basta ko lang sinend. unli eh. then, 12 hours after, i went on with my day. I woke up 8AM. and my classes start by...8AM. 2 hours , one tricycle, one FX ride later, i was having a 5 item quiz about microbes.

matching type! it'd be better kung Chinese Characters nalang yung nasa left side, at Latin letters sa right side. kasi parang ganun lang din yung test. nag-random diffusion-lukso-ng-dugo-with-isang-HailMary ako habang nagtetest, pero, nasa "Blessed are you amongst women" part palang ako nang sabi nilang "PASS YOU PAPERS" Jesus Christ. Are you forsaking me...again?

and then Physio take 2. It sucked. It brought back memories. and it reminded me on how i hated that subject last year. (just like any other subject, actually.) During that 4-Hour Season Premiere of the Physio Department, i was just silent. (well, by silent, i mean, not as jolly as the usual me. but i still talked naman. imma die if i didnt for 4 hours <yes, i talk while sleeping>.) And Doc Tim told me that im setting a bad example by coming in late for his lecture. (Sorry naman po, Doc)

At around 6PM, my friends who just had a Pharma Quiz texted me, iinom daw. Me, Moogie, Pia, Dhanna, Rej and Al had a hindi-naman-basagang-inuman sa The Pit.
 
Maybe Pia noticed (this is not Pae, my sister, but my classmate which i also consider a sister) noticed that i was pretty sad, hiding behind my stupid jokes and smirks. So Emo. Sooo Dashboard Confessional and My Chemical Romance. while my friends were ranting about pharma. i was just on auto-pilot-talking-mode, and at the back of my mind, my superego was saying, "dapat nagpapharma ka na sana ngayon. kaw kasi eh" -- at sabi ko sa utak ko, "taenamo super-ego manahimik ka"

and... upon going home. while the jeepney was banging his sound system playing jologs songs on his loud loud stereo, while i was thinking on what my superego told me... a text message came in.

it was the exact message, may post script lang na dinagdag. it was from Pia Galicia.

every moment spent on looking back, keeps us from moving forward.

she just sent it back to me. and i needed it. and it hit me.

and i went home smiling.

pakyu, superego!


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