Sa dami ba naman ng pwedeng ipangalan ng Star Cinema sa character ni Anne Curtis sa When Love Begins... ang pinili pa nila ay MITCH. short for Michelle.
cmon. God must be sooo laughing his ass off sa langit nung nakita niya akong nanonood ng sine kagabi. and my Mum was smiling too. (but she Doesnt know about the latest mitch, she was thinking i suppose of the College Mitch, or the High School Mitch. not the Med Mitch.) (she's not a med student, i just met her when i was a med student :P )
andaming paralellisms sa buhay ko at sa kwento nun. kahit di ko kamukha si aga mulach. siguro sa eyes lang. (ayown!) pero nalista ko yung mga bagay na pareho sa kwento ko at kwento nila:
1) the guy was soooo into her.
2) the guy has this dream of saving the world
3) he knows a lot about nature (GO BIO!)
4) mitch said to him, "i am of legal age na at di mo kailangang itext ng napakaraming texts in a day"
5) napakaposessive nung guy
6) the guy is a freak. stupid. and a fool. ---> mag self pity ba?
7) the Girl is 23 turning 24 years old
8) the guy is scared, of falling.
9) he looooves the beach. and sunsets.
10) the girl is working in makati (mukhang nasa mataas na building eh, bakit ba? makati na yun! hahaha)
but at the end of the day. it's still just a freaking movie. fiction. a figment of someone's imagination. far from reality. i mean, it would take, at least 3 mind boggling serendipities for it to really happen. mas malaki pa ang chance kong manalo sa lotto at ma-exempt sa epid at the same day.
ending? Ben and Mitch ended up together (duh, pinoy movies)...
it's just a movie. and i don't think Star Cinema is on my side to draw that freaking ending for me too, right? i have to draw it on my own. not as good as their story, but i know i can draw a better one. With another girl of course. and i hope her name's not gonna be Mitch. i mean, can it be like, Peyton, or, Heart, Iya, or Anna Kournikova, for a change?!
haay. life has great great ways of suprising us.
and mocking us. :)
Tuesday, 27 May 2008
Dazed for 3 Years
Exactly 3 Years ago, i was on a High, High Place. It was my Days with the Lord. the 54th batch. And just 2 weeks ago, it was already the 67th.
No Dazer ever had and idea how great of an experience the Days experience will be.But after it, almost everyone who's over with Days, just want to bring back their Days moments.
Last batch, i asked ate Carms what couldve happened to her kung wala yung Days? She said she probably wouldnt be in Med. And i asked myself the same question too, What if di ako nag Days?
hmm... 2/3 of the people in college, i met them through Days. Special mention syempre sila Amai, Ate Chel, Dorx, Nae, Tin, Kim, Amil, Kukoi, Gracie, Nae, -- basta madami.
and even though im already a graduate of Science, i still got to know more people like Ayeen, Lianne, Mia, Hayz, Yla, Geli, Abi, -- wag magtampo ang di ko nabanggit. random lang to. :P
When I had a major breakup (i was a Senior Bio Student back then), i was in a dark dark place. Then Laverne invited me to be a staff. (though, nagkalat tlga ako nung pagstaff ko nun. Sorry Stephen and Kris), it took me back on my Days-high. That great feeling of Love and fulfillment i never felt on any Org before. I remembered how great my Days experience was from then on, i never missed to visit a batch.
When i entered Med, my life turned into a whirlwind. I was in shock. and i know, i bear a little lot more heart/family/emotional/ACADEMIC/self -baggage than an average med student carries. that was my freakin cross. And i noticed one thing: Whenever I go to a Days Weekend, something bad happens. After Batch 63, my Shifting Grades came out. After Bacth 64, i had another private shit happening. After Batch 65, i was sick, had no-sleep nights, and was about to give up. After Batch 66 (exactly 3 hours after), Mitch and I formally said goodbye. (although everybody knows na maraming aftermath after that)
and i asked myself: is Days, cursed? bakit nalang pag pupunta ako ng Days, lagi akong nagkakaproblema?
then it hit me: Why not turn it the other way around? Hindi kaya, pag nagkakaproblema ako, saka nagkaka Days? hmmm. and when i thought about it on the car while driving back to Xavier, i was pretty much in tears. (yeah, so gay, i know.) Because God put it in such a way, that he has to build up a strong emotional foundation first inside me before a storm brews in. Like what Paulo Coelho said, "When I fall, i want to fall from a High Place."
now. after Batch 66, something came up. really bad. and i cant imagine myself how worse will i be now, if there wasnt a Days before that. i've fallen from a high place again. but im not dead, because God built a cushion to catch me from that fall.
my words are so limited on describing how my Days and Commitment went by because we are sworn to secrecy. like what they said, "what happens in Days, stays in Days." But evey Dazer knows what im talking about....
every dazer knows how it feels to be so looved by soo many. that there's a love that's been with us all our lives, we just dont have time to take a while and appreciate that never ending love
every sponsor knows how it feels to get that smile from her candidate and thanking them for all the efforts the sponsor had made to make his or her Days special
every staffer knows how it feels that after the end of the weekend, there's a big sigh of releif, and then you miss your co-staffers , and Heads, and Boss, and your work.
every Giver knows how it feels when their candidate commits to a lifetime for Him. that their shout, means the fulfillment of the Night for them.
I'm a proud Dazer for 3 fucking years now. the 4th Day really is a big challenge.I may not be that religious-priest-like-holy-man-too that is all pefect and all holy.
but, i know for a fact, that i wouldnt be standing here, as strong as i am now, without Days.
i know that.
a lot of people knows that.
and He knows that.
i may not be the nicest guy. yeah, i drink, and i curse a lot, and i bitch a lot about my life. some people may say im a hypocrite to talk about my Faith and be bitter a few blogs after. but i know, that beyond my cursing mouth, and my bitter heart, and my corrupted mind, and alcohol-filtering liver, -- that i know, im not a bad guy either. mayabang siguro pero hindi masama.and i know that there's a flicker of Faith, and Hope, and Love that is keeping me going, and keeping me alive, and giving me reason why i have to live the most out of this life.
3 Years. 13 batches. 9 full and half sponsorings. 1 staffing. 11 Shouts.
and we've only just begun.
+BIL! Tanggap lang ng Tanggap!
No Dazer ever had and idea how great of an experience the Days experience will be.But after it, almost everyone who's over with Days, just want to bring back their Days moments.
Last batch, i asked ate Carms what couldve happened to her kung wala yung Days? She said she probably wouldnt be in Med. And i asked myself the same question too, What if di ako nag Days?
hmm... 2/3 of the people in college, i met them through Days. Special mention syempre sila Amai, Ate Chel, Dorx, Nae, Tin, Kim, Amil, Kukoi, Gracie, Nae, -- basta madami.
and even though im already a graduate of Science, i still got to know more people like Ayeen, Lianne, Mia, Hayz, Yla, Geli, Abi, -- wag magtampo ang di ko nabanggit. random lang to. :P
When I had a major breakup (i was a Senior Bio Student back then), i was in a dark dark place. Then Laverne invited me to be a staff. (though, nagkalat tlga ako nung pagstaff ko nun. Sorry Stephen and Kris), it took me back on my Days-high. That great feeling of Love and fulfillment i never felt on any Org before. I remembered how great my Days experience was from then on, i never missed to visit a batch.
When i entered Med, my life turned into a whirlwind. I was in shock. and i know, i bear a little lot more heart/family/emotional/ACADEMIC/self -baggage than an average med student carries. that was my freakin cross. And i noticed one thing: Whenever I go to a Days Weekend, something bad happens. After Batch 63, my Shifting Grades came out. After Bacth 64, i had another private shit happening. After Batch 65, i was sick, had no-sleep nights, and was about to give up. After Batch 66 (exactly 3 hours after), Mitch and I formally said goodbye. (although everybody knows na maraming aftermath after that)
and i asked myself: is Days, cursed? bakit nalang pag pupunta ako ng Days, lagi akong nagkakaproblema?
then it hit me: Why not turn it the other way around? Hindi kaya, pag nagkakaproblema ako, saka nagkaka Days? hmmm. and when i thought about it on the car while driving back to Xavier, i was pretty much in tears. (yeah, so gay, i know.) Because God put it in such a way, that he has to build up a strong emotional foundation first inside me before a storm brews in. Like what Paulo Coelho said, "When I fall, i want to fall from a High Place."
now. after Batch 66, something came up. really bad. and i cant imagine myself how worse will i be now, if there wasnt a Days before that. i've fallen from a high place again. but im not dead, because God built a cushion to catch me from that fall.
my words are so limited on describing how my Days and Commitment went by because we are sworn to secrecy. like what they said, "what happens in Days, stays in Days." But evey Dazer knows what im talking about....
every dazer knows how it feels to be so looved by soo many. that there's a love that's been with us all our lives, we just dont have time to take a while and appreciate that never ending love
every sponsor knows how it feels to get that smile from her candidate and thanking them for all the efforts the sponsor had made to make his or her Days special
every staffer knows how it feels that after the end of the weekend, there's a big sigh of releif, and then you miss your co-staffers , and Heads, and Boss, and your work.
every Giver knows how it feels when their candidate commits to a lifetime for Him. that their shout, means the fulfillment of the Night for them.
I'm a proud Dazer for 3 fucking years now. the 4th Day really is a big challenge.I may not be that religious-priest-like-holy-man-too that is all pefect and all holy.
but, i know for a fact, that i wouldnt be standing here, as strong as i am now, without Days.
i know that.
a lot of people knows that.
and He knows that.
i may not be the nicest guy. yeah, i drink, and i curse a lot, and i bitch a lot about my life. some people may say im a hypocrite to talk about my Faith and be bitter a few blogs after. but i know, that beyond my cursing mouth, and my bitter heart, and my corrupted mind, and alcohol-filtering liver, -- that i know, im not a bad guy either. mayabang siguro pero hindi masama.and i know that there's a flicker of Faith, and Hope, and Love that is keeping me going, and keeping me alive, and giving me reason why i have to live the most out of this life.
3 Years. 13 batches. 9 full and half sponsorings. 1 staffing. 11 Shouts.
and we've only just begun.
+BIL! Tanggap lang ng Tanggap!
Gaano ako ka-Gago nung Highschool
grabbed from my Brod, Atty Omar.
1.[ ] Nagcutting ka na? (It was not possible.)
2.[x] Ginagawang basketball/volleyball/football kahit anong sports ang klasroom niyo. (may basketball tournament tuwing lunch,. na napalitan ng Boxing na Fight Club for 30 seconds of amateur boxing --without Gloves)
3.[x] Palabas-labas ka ng room kapag nababagot. (Mrs Bella's Class. My Semi-Creme friends were on the other door, and madalas nakikigulo ako dun)
4.[x] Sumisigaw ka at ginagawang playground ang room kapag walang teacher. (hndi naman bad way yung pagsigaw pero... well... hmm... nagpapaawa siguro? haha)
5.[x] Hindi ka nakikinig sa mga sermon ng mga guro at madalas ay nakikipagsign language ka pa sa classmate mo (I remember that with Roslyn and Joan. Sign language kami.)
6.[x] Nangongopya ka o nagpapakopya ka kahit short quiz lamang. (Akala ni Marc Josef Mercado nakopyahan niya ako nun. Di niya alam, alam kong angongopya siya kaya iniba ko totally ang mga sagot he. He ended up having a terrible score.)
7.[x] Nahuli ka na pero hindi ka pa rin tumitigil sa pangongopya. (hmmm sa isang make-up quiz ni Mam Toledo. sabi pa niya, "sige magkopyahan pa kayo", at lahat ng tao ngumingisi)
8.[ ] Tinataasan mo ng boses ang iyong titser. (hmm.. not to her, but i did raise my voice talking to another)
9.[x] Nakikinig ka sa iPod/MP3 mo habang naglelesson ang iyong titser. (OO! UPCAT review namin yun at hindi ko alam, sinisita na ako ng teacher namin. napansin ko nalang lahat sila nakatingin na sakin)
10.[ ] Nandoktor ka na ng mga quarterly exams.(nah. i never failed a quarterly exam. hehe)
11.[x]Pinagtatawanan mo ang teacher mo at kahit anong simpleng bagay na mapapansin mo sa classroom. (Lalo na kung si Sir Dizu ang nagtuturo!)
12.[x ] Nagsusulatan kayo ng mga kaklase mo habang nagtuturo ang inyong guro. (OO! Sobra! sila JC, at yung mga kabaklaan niya. pero pinaka natouch ako nun nung kay Tina Reyes: "uy, bat ka lumipat ng upuan? di na tayo magkatabi :c")
13.[ ] Kapag umalis ang inyong guro ay tinitingnan mo ang kanyang lesson plan. (scored and tinitignan namin mehn, at answer key)
14.[x] Kumain ka habang nagtuturo ang inyong guro. (Haha. Hindi niya kami mapipigilan nun. Minsan may coke pa. haha)
15.[ ]Nagtetext ka habang nagtuturo ang inyong guro. (hmm.. oo nga no? di ko nagawa yun. laging pag walang teacher ako nagttext)
16.[x] Tumatayo ka sa klase kahit hindi ka sinasabihang tumayo.(lalo na pag pagkatapos ng PE)
17.[x] Nagsusulat ka sa blackboard kahit bawal at wala ang teacher mo. (usong uso ang Pagsulat sa blackboard lalo na nung malapit nang mag grad, i wrote: No Regrets, No Return, No Goodbyes")
18.[ ] Kapag walang kwenta ang subject at ang teacher, sadyang masarap matulog. =) (Hmm di ko pa habit yun nun. Mas masaya makipaggaguhan nalang kesa matulog)
19.[x] Idinodrowing mo sa notebook mo kung ano ang itsura ng titser mo kapag magalit. (cant Draw, i tried once, though. Mam potente)
20.[x] Dinadaldal mo ang mga tahimik sa room para tuluyan nang umingay ang klase. (uhuh. Vyron Atienza, Chino Joven, wyson, sison, nanquil, kyle reyes, michael tubera)
21.[ ] Dinodrawing mo itsura ng titser mo kapag cartoons itsura nya. (Rafael Ramos' talent is enough. haha)
14/21 <-- hmm? hehehehe
1.[ ] Nagcutting ka na? (It was not possible.)
2.[x] Ginagawang basketball/volleyball/football kahit anong sports ang klasroom niyo. (may basketball tournament tuwing lunch,. na napalitan ng Boxing na Fight Club for 30 seconds of amateur boxing --without Gloves)
3.[x] Palabas-labas ka ng room kapag nababagot. (Mrs Bella's Class. My Semi-Creme friends were on the other door, and madalas nakikigulo ako dun)
4.[x] Sumisigaw ka at ginagawang playground ang room kapag walang teacher. (hndi naman bad way yung pagsigaw pero... well... hmm... nagpapaawa siguro? haha)
5.[x] Hindi ka nakikinig sa mga sermon ng mga guro at madalas ay nakikipagsign language ka pa sa classmate mo (I remember that with Roslyn and Joan. Sign language kami.)
6.[x] Nangongopya ka o nagpapakopya ka kahit short quiz lamang. (Akala ni Marc Josef Mercado nakopyahan niya ako nun. Di niya alam, alam kong angongopya siya kaya iniba ko totally ang mga sagot he. He ended up having a terrible score.)
7.[x] Nahuli ka na pero hindi ka pa rin tumitigil sa pangongopya. (hmmm sa isang make-up quiz ni Mam Toledo. sabi pa niya, "sige magkopyahan pa kayo", at lahat ng tao ngumingisi)
8.[ ] Tinataasan mo ng boses ang iyong titser. (hmm.. not to her, but i did raise my voice talking to another)
9.[x] Nakikinig ka sa iPod/MP3 mo habang naglelesson ang iyong titser. (OO! UPCAT review namin yun at hindi ko alam, sinisita na ako ng teacher namin. napansin ko nalang lahat sila nakatingin na sakin)
10.[ ] Nandoktor ka na ng mga quarterly exams.(nah. i never failed a quarterly exam. hehe)
11.[x]Pinagtatawanan mo ang teacher mo at kahit anong simpleng bagay na mapapansin mo sa classroom. (Lalo na kung si Sir Dizu ang nagtuturo!)
12.[x ] Nagsusulatan kayo ng mga kaklase mo habang nagtuturo ang inyong guro. (OO! Sobra! sila JC, at yung mga kabaklaan niya. pero pinaka natouch ako nun nung kay Tina Reyes: "uy, bat ka lumipat ng upuan? di na tayo magkatabi :c")
13.[ ] Kapag umalis ang inyong guro ay tinitingnan mo ang kanyang lesson plan. (scored and tinitignan namin mehn, at answer key)
14.[x] Kumain ka habang nagtuturo ang inyong guro. (Haha. Hindi niya kami mapipigilan nun. Minsan may coke pa. haha)
15.[ ]Nagtetext ka habang nagtuturo ang inyong guro. (hmm.. oo nga no? di ko nagawa yun. laging pag walang teacher ako nagttext)
16.[x] Tumatayo ka sa klase kahit hindi ka sinasabihang tumayo.(lalo na pag pagkatapos ng PE)
17.[x] Nagsusulat ka sa blackboard kahit bawal at wala ang teacher mo. (usong uso ang Pagsulat sa blackboard lalo na nung malapit nang mag grad, i wrote: No Regrets, No Return, No Goodbyes")
18.[ ] Kapag walang kwenta ang subject at ang teacher, sadyang masarap matulog. =) (Hmm di ko pa habit yun nun. Mas masaya makipaggaguhan nalang kesa matulog)
19.[x] Idinodrowing mo sa notebook mo kung ano ang itsura ng titser mo kapag magalit. (cant Draw, i tried once, though. Mam potente)
20.[x] Dinadaldal mo ang mga tahimik sa room para tuluyan nang umingay ang klase. (uhuh. Vyron Atienza, Chino Joven, wyson, sison, nanquil, kyle reyes, michael tubera)
21.[ ] Dinodrawing mo itsura ng titser mo kapag cartoons itsura nya. (Rafael Ramos' talent is enough. haha)
14/21 <-- hmm? hehehehe
Sunday, 25 May 2008
blogs
my blogs had been an issue for us. and let me say, it's one of the reasons why we got too messed up. not this blog, though. my blogs on tabulas. yes, i have another blog there. and it's where the dark and gloomy blogs of karl are posted (i know, some here are not 'dark' enough.) you'll actually don't recognize that it's me writing unless you see my pic on the left side of the page. really bitter and ranty and like a teenager that rants about his girlfriend because of a stupid text message.
blogging has been a part of me. i dont think i can survive a week without writing one. haha. it's been the part of me, but what i write there is just a part of me. not the whole spectra of karl. specially the rant blogs. i sometimes forget what ive written on those blogs and i just laugh when im reading them again.
blogging for me, sometimes, is like defecating. i put out something i dont like, that my body doesnt need, and flush or post. and after that, im ok. weird that i compare it to that, but the rant blogs for me are really that way... i just dont delete them. it's like getting a bad slice of Yellow Cab's 4 Season's Pizza. and you got the shrimp part. (well, for me i hate the shrimp part), but that doesnt mean the whole pizza sucks, right? so dont define a pizze by a single bite. and dont define a person by a blog.
she said to me last time, "go ahead, blog this. blog this all you want, this will only define what kind of character you have. and what i have" (it's edited. but i dont care.) uhhm, yeah. maybe ill write about it, maybe i wont. but i dont think that will define my character. ill be just narrating what happened, on my perspective. but heck. whatever. like i care.
"Because writers remember everything, Paul. Especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he'll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones, you get novels, not amnesia. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the only real requirement is that ability to remember the story of every scar."
blogging has been a part of me. i dont think i can survive a week without writing one. haha. it's been the part of me, but what i write there is just a part of me. not the whole spectra of karl. specially the rant blogs. i sometimes forget what ive written on those blogs and i just laugh when im reading them again.
blogging for me, sometimes, is like defecating. i put out something i dont like, that my body doesnt need, and flush or post. and after that, im ok. weird that i compare it to that, but the rant blogs for me are really that way... i just dont delete them. it's like getting a bad slice of Yellow Cab's 4 Season's Pizza. and you got the shrimp part. (well, for me i hate the shrimp part), but that doesnt mean the whole pizza sucks, right? so dont define a pizze by a single bite. and dont define a person by a blog.
she said to me last time, "go ahead, blog this. blog this all you want, this will only define what kind of character you have. and what i have" (it's edited. but i dont care.) uhhm, yeah. maybe ill write about it, maybe i wont. but i dont think that will define my character. ill be just narrating what happened, on my perspective. but heck. whatever. like i care.
"Because writers remember everything, Paul. Especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he'll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones, you get novels, not amnesia. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the only real requirement is that ability to remember the story of every scar."
- From Stephen King's Misery
Friday, 23 May 2008
Abi's Party
had no cam that time. but had a lot of fun. haha.i thought i was the one to get sooo fucking Drunk because im not driving home, but, tadaaa! hehe! one good friend of mine named Austin Samuel Laifun Lim showed a different side of him never before seen by a human eye. he drank 3 bottles of San Mig Light, shots of Tanduay, Tequilla, and (i forgot na yung iba, nyahaha) basta madami daw eh. and he did it in just 1 hour.
but it's ok, like what we said, austin, "we love you for who you are. and accept you no matter what" woohoo! tao rin si Austin, nasasaktan, nagmamahal, at nalalasing.
loved the food, and the people. i missed a lot of them. especially nikki. who's voice could be heard even outside the gate. cmon. 1/30?!? hehehe. and the stories, and the side stories, and the side-side stories. wahaahhah.
when everybody was quite drunk, they were talking about football. WTF?! but i was just smiling. pretending na hindi ako nao-op. pero sa loob loob ko, "where the hell is montreal?"
and sid was there. and his other friends. jake ba yung name? and he was calling UST a shit. but no one cared actually. we were drunk. haha. funny how we all became friends, close friends as in shake hands basis na, just because of alcohol. haha. and abi's bro was nice, he gave a lot of tequilla samin. and eventually, dun na nagstay sa table namin yung bottle.
i went there riding on sammy's car. and i went home, driving sammy's car. Honda Civic chorva whatever basta i felt so cool nung dindrive ko yun. haha. Dress to Impress. cmon.
owel. owel.
Alcohol + Friends = Fun
Alcohol + Friends + Austin + @ Abi's Bday + Kalads + Bio Peeps + Sid and Friends (sabi senyo close na kami eh. haha) + Great Food + Abi's HS Friends (na wala naman kaming nakausap, booo!! Abi!! haha)
= FUn Fun FUN! + Friendship to the Next Level + Download of new Chismax + a little babysitting for sammy + and Chinese Flavored vomit on Abi's Garden.
oh yeah. med students gone wild. :P
Wednesday, 21 May 2008
huwat?!
me sitting at a coffee shop. reading a book. drinking coffee.
and someone cute sat beside my table. pink lips. sweet fragrance. cute smile.
but i went on reading my book.
then i noticed: we were reading the same book. Coelho's Devil and Miss Prym. i chuckled. she heard it. she looked back. and looked at my book. and smiled.
"pareho tayong binabasa ah" i said
"yeah. i know. favorite mo si Coelho?" (weird. she pronounced it as "Kwellow", i pronounce it as "Kwelyo",)
"Yep. and Albom."
"Tuesday's with Morrie?"
"uhuh, at yung Five people you meet in heaven" i tried to smile without trying too hard
"ahh. Yeah. Ganda ng books niya." and i noticed, malapit na siyang bumalik sa pagbabasa ng libro
"Yep." i said, and she looked again at me, "Ok Books nila." (then i cant think of anything else to say), and suddenly, "ano nga pala name mo? i'm Karl pala"
"ah. Karl. i'm Michelle. Mitch"
huwat?! mother fucker. mitch nanaman?
and my smile faded.
and someone cute sat beside my table. pink lips. sweet fragrance. cute smile.
but i went on reading my book.
then i noticed: we were reading the same book. Coelho's Devil and Miss Prym. i chuckled. she heard it. she looked back. and looked at my book. and smiled.
"pareho tayong binabasa ah" i said
"yeah. i know. favorite mo si Coelho?" (weird. she pronounced it as "Kwellow", i pronounce it as "Kwelyo",)
"Yep. and Albom."
"Tuesday's with Morrie?"
"uhuh, at yung Five people you meet in heaven" i tried to smile without trying too hard
"ahh. Yeah. Ganda ng books niya." and i noticed, malapit na siyang bumalik sa pagbabasa ng libro
"Yep." i said, and she looked again at me, "Ok Books nila." (then i cant think of anything else to say), and suddenly, "ano nga pala name mo? i'm Karl pala"
"ah. Karl. i'm Michelle. Mitch"
huwat?! mother fucker. mitch nanaman?
and my smile faded.
Tuesday, 20 May 2008
name plate
last monday was our advising.
Top and Dian texted me and asked if i am to wear a uniform? I didnt have time to reply. In Science, we wore unifrom during advising days, so i did wear it. Only to find out that i was the only one in Med wearing a freaking unifom. but anyways, rewind.. back to the morning.
when i was dressing up, i double checked stuffs that i need to bring before leaving home. wallet. phone. hanky. ID.
before i stepped out of my room, i saw a little plastic plate of green slightly shining with my name on it... it said,
"EDEJER, Karl Erjon M.
UST Medicine and Surgery
Class 2011"
Class 2011. Class 2011. Quadricentennial Batch. A batch that i don't belong to anymore. I have failed in keeping that name plate. Now it's not worthy of hanging in my upper left pocket. I have failed.
I never thought that April 10 will be the last day that i'll belong to that elite list. sabi nga ni Dean, "the strong 500" - but that's not 500 anymore.
but before i left my room, i sucked it up. I ignored that freaking name plate. and focused on the friends ill meet, the new friends ill get to meet in I-C Medicine, haha, the coolness of our sched, (no classes on Friday, baby!)
Failing is Sad. Failing is bad. but... fuck it. nangyari na eh.Vicky Belo failed biochem, my Dad failed Neuroanatomy, blablabla, but theyre all successful. I'm delayed. I failed. But it's OK. wala na kaming magagawa. we only have to make the most of it.
my life is too beautiful to be ruined by Physio.
my day is too great to be ruined by a stupid name plate.
Top and Dian texted me and asked if i am to wear a uniform? I didnt have time to reply. In Science, we wore unifrom during advising days, so i did wear it. Only to find out that i was the only one in Med wearing a freaking unifom. but anyways, rewind.. back to the morning.
when i was dressing up, i double checked stuffs that i need to bring before leaving home. wallet. phone. hanky. ID.
before i stepped out of my room, i saw a little plastic plate of green slightly shining with my name on it... it said,
"EDEJER, Karl Erjon M.
UST Medicine and Surgery
Class 2011"
Class 2011. Class 2011. Quadricentennial Batch. A batch that i don't belong to anymore. I have failed in keeping that name plate. Now it's not worthy of hanging in my upper left pocket. I have failed.
I never thought that April 10 will be the last day that i'll belong to that elite list. sabi nga ni Dean, "the strong 500" - but that's not 500 anymore.
but before i left my room, i sucked it up. I ignored that freaking name plate. and focused on the friends ill meet, the new friends ill get to meet in I-C Medicine, haha, the coolness of our sched, (no classes on Friday, baby!)
Failing is Sad. Failing is bad. but... fuck it. nangyari na eh.Vicky Belo failed biochem, my Dad failed Neuroanatomy, blablabla, but theyre all successful. I'm delayed. I failed. But it's OK. wala na kaming magagawa. we only have to make the most of it.
my life is too beautiful to be ruined by Physio.
my day is too great to be ruined by a stupid name plate.
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