Monday, October 22, 2012

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We stepped at Twin Rock Beach Resort equipped with little knowledge and experience to win the battle that lies ahead of us.

For a week, we were able to practice and review on our specific events. But there would be times when we 

would simply choose movie marathons over practice, concert-like shows than review and talking and blabbering stuffs than thinking about the press con. We were simply careless and relax amidst the pressure and stress we were feeling. We didn't know what would happen or what would come out of our week-long practice and review which weren't really enough. We both hoped for the best and expected the worst.

"Umasa baka manalo," we would often say. And yes, we hoped and we won as CHAMPIONS!! :))) We didn't give up. We believed!

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# I hope this isn't too late yet to congratulate everyone for a job well done. THANK YOU for the memories we have shared.
CONGRATULATIONS LABORATORIANS!!! :)))


Once a Laboratorian, always a Laboratorian!

Tagged:Dhrei Gianan,Jude Krisson Toledo,Alyssa Bagadiong,Rini Conztantin Avila,Anne Marie Sosito,Marko Rey S. Tapel,Franco Ysrael Tapel,Josette Refugio,Mariele Columna,Jojie Frias, Christine Joy Porte, Carmel Joy Lacson, Carmela Andes, Janster Bonavente, Godfrey Evasco, Kristine Marinelle Sy, Cyl Gellaine Tablada, Zekiel Urgel, Lovely Mae Reyes, Erwin Ian Torrena, Jhon Clifford Oniong, Jason Eusebio, Joy Mariano, Angie Gianan, Daniel Magdaraog, Ma. Nena Vital, Emae Lim.

Thank you also Meo Somido!!! Thanks for the time and effort to help us in this endeavor.

To our supportive coaches, Ms. Zyra Mae Tomagan and Mrs. Josephine Tomagan, THANK YOU FOR THE GUIDANCE AND COACHING.. :)))))))))))))))))))))))))

Thanks also to Mam Rosana Abundo and to the DALIWAWA. :)))

And above all, thank you God for Your divine guidance.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS WONDERFUL BLESSING. Thank youuuuuuu!!! :*****Photo: We first stepped at Twin Rock Beach Resort equipped with little knowledge and experience to win the battle that lies ahead of us. 

   For a week, we were able to practice and review on our specific events. But there would be times when we would simply choose movie marathons over practice, concert-like shows than review and talking and blabbering stuffs than thinking about the press con. We were simply careless and relax amidst the pressure and stress we were feeling. We didn't know what would happen or what would come out of our week-long practice and review which weren't really enough. We both hoped for the best and expected the worst. 

"Umasa baka manalo," we would often say. And yes, we hoped and we won as CHAMPIONS!! :))) We didn't give up. We believed!

---

# I hope this isn't too late yet to congratulate everyone for a job well done. THANK YOU for the memories we have shared.
CONGRATULATIONS LABORATORIANS!!! :)))


Once a Laboratorian, always a Laboratorian!

Tagged:Dhrei Gianan,Jude Krisson Toledo,Alyssa Bagadiong,Rini Conztantin Avila,Anne Marie Sosito,Marko Rey S. Tapel,Franco Ysrael Tapel,Josette Refugio,Mariele Columna,Jojie Frias, Christine Joy Porte, Carmel Joy Lacson, Carmela Andes, Janster Bonavente, Godfrey Evasco, Kristine Marinelle Sy, Cyl Gellaine Tablada, Zekiel Urgel, Lovely Mae Reyes, Erwin Ian Torrena, Jhon Clifford Oniong, Jason Eusebio, Joy Mariano, Angie Gianan, Daniel Magdaraog, Ma. Nena Vital, Emae Lim.

Thank you also Meo Somido!!! Thanks for the time and effort to help us in this endeavor.

To our supportive coaches, Ms. Zyra Mae Tomagan and Mrs. Josephine Tomagan, THANK YOU FOR THE GUIDANCE AND COACHING.. :)))))))))))))))))))))))))

Thanks also to Mam Rosana Abundo and to the DALIWAWA. :)))

And above all, thank you God for Your divine guidance.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS WONDERFUL BLESSING. Thank youuuuuuu!!! :*****


Photo Credit: Christine Joy Porte

Friday, October 12, 2012

A Friend Behind a Stranger’s Face

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             “A friend may be waiting behind a stranger’s face.” 
                
               I read as I stared at my Tumblr blog. I thought of Czarina out of nowhere. Then for a moment my summer memories went back. White and black pictures of me and my summer friend appeared in my mind playing in a slideshow motion like my mind had suddenly become a mini-theatre house. And I remembered myself standing next to her whispering the word that’s the last thing I’d love to say- Goodbye. Every memory went fast until it stopped where everything had started. Alas! I found myself reminiscing the moment when I had first looked at the girl that changed my life forever.

                It was April 1, 2012- my first night in Davao. I was a participant of the four-day 2012 National Youth Science, Technology and Environment Summer Camp. We were housed at Malagos Garden Resort, a sprawling 12 hectare nature theme garden with a rich diversity of flora and fauna. After the dinner, we proceeded to the hall for the Opening Program. It had been spectacular with jaw-dropping performances of college students and graduates from University of the Philippines (UP), University of Sto. Tomas (UST) and Ateneo de Manila University(ADMU). I can see the effort and time they have put into it so everything will be perfect.

                The 1,254 high school students (including me) and 54 teachers nationwide were grouped as the Sub-camp Congregation started. I ended up in Sub-camp Two-MomenTWO with Ate Shami as the facilitator. Like last year, I had no schoolmate at all. I began to expect that the camp will turn out like the other one-boring, little fun and adventure and that’s one thing I didn’t knew I’d be wrong about.
We introduced ourselves and then played games so we could socialize and get to know each other. In one game, Ate Shami grouped as into two. Each member of one group has to guess the person from the other group who will tell another name after him. If he happens to guess it right, that person after him will be eliminated. The group winner will be declared after all the members of the other group have been removed.

                  In that game, I met her. Her name is Czarina. She is taller than me and has a long hair. She is neither someone who stands out from the crowd nor a drop dead gorgeous lad. But there’s something about this girl that pulled me to her. (Hold on! I’m not talking about a love-at-first sight moment. I’m not a lesbian. I thank you.) There’s something that makes me befriend and be close with her. It must be her charisma or her simplicity. Whichever is, I introduced myself to her. She did the same with a friendly smile on her face. She is from Agusan del Sur. She is an upcoming senior student like me.
For the next days, Czarina and I got closer. We were seatmates during lectures. We were both active during workshops. During leisure hours, we talked and laughed with Camil, Ate Shobe, Kyle and Samantha. The six of us were like the closest in our subcamp. Camil is simply pretty but she’s true. She even told us that she has a boyfriend. Some people tried to hide the fact that they’re taken so they won’t be misjudged but not Camil. That’s what I love best about her. She is proud that she loves someone and despite of her young age, she is already in a relationship with that guy. She just smiled when she learned that she is the only person who is not single anymore in the group. Ate Shobe is hilarious, on the other hand. She seems to has a big heart with her size. (Aye. I knew you got the idea. Yes, she’s fat.) Kyle is the closest guy friend that I had in my sub-camp. He’s intelligent and has a fashion sense. Samantha is younger but she seems to be more matured than me. We got along well since like me, she is a Wattpad reader and a bookworm, too. She was the one who narrated to me the Hunger Games. For two days, they had been my dinner buddies. After exhausting ourselves to the workshops, dinner with them always relieves me. Their jokes cracked me up. I never thought I could meet people like them. Imagine- 7,107 islands and I had the chance to meet these five crackheads but awesome persons. “No friendship is an accident,” they say. Then that means they are really destined be my acquaintances.
Third day came so fast. Since the Field Trip will be on the next day, we had to find a buddy already. I thought of asking Czarina if she could be my buddy but shyness overtook me. What if she rejects me? Czarina called me and I found her behind me. She did what I was supposed to do. My heart leaped. I smiled really wide and said yes to her.

                    Time flew fast and it was last day of camp already. The field trip will be in the morning until in the afternoon. The Pledge Night and Awarding Ceremonies will follow after. Unfortunately, I had to miss the last two so I can go back home in time before the Black Saturday. Czarina was somehow disappointed with the news. I smiled with the thought.

                   During the Field Trip, we took pictures of the places we visited. She took pictures of the both of us. During roadtrips, we talked and talked nonstop. She taught me Visayan terms while I taught her Bicol words. We also promised to return to Davao sometime in the future. Oh how I wish we could both keep that promise.
                    
                     When we returned to Malagos, we separated from the group because I’d be leaving soon in the next hours.  We ate Cornetto Disc in the canteen. It was my first time-first time to eat that kind of ice cream and first time to escape from the group to have an “alone” time with a close friend I just met three days ago. Everything’s first time yet indeed, it felt so great. Truly, that moment was a memory worth keeping.

                     We went back to our rooms and I packed-up my things. Before I rode the van to the airport, I hugged her and bade goodbye. It was hard to do, I swear. In that moment, I wished time would stop so I don’t have to leave her yet.  I wanted an extension so I could be with her longer, eat more Cornetto Disc’s with her and chat with her more. But my wish was not granted. Everything ends. I just thought that maybe we would part ways but the memories we have made together will be in our hearts and minds wherever we go.

                       In the car, I reminisced again the moments I had with Czarina. I thought of her smiles, her laughter, her simplicity and her truthfulness. I thought of how she made me smile at random moments. She had been my best friend back in the camp. Czar had treated me like she knew me long enough. She is not pretentious. She shows her true self to others. When I did the same, she wholly accepted me. Two minutes of getting acquainted on the first day and instantly, we clicked. It was like our friendship was born at that moment when one person says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was the only one.” I had been right when I guessed that a friend is waiting in that stranger’s face of her that very moment I saw her.
I knew then that the best thing about the camp is not that I had visited Davao for the first time, not that I had seen eagles with my own eyes for the first time or that I ate Cornetto Disc for the first time. It was meeting a friend and doing those things mentioned with her. It is knowing that a person you never knew you would meet suddenly became your Buddy and now that you parted ways, you will miss her and she will miss you back. It is knowing that in one summer camp, you happened to meet a girl so true to herself and to others, someone worth admiring and someone you could keep as a friend.

                         I came back to my old self. My phone beeped suddenly. I smiled. It was a message from Czarina. It says “Hi Buddy! Kumusta na?” Friendly and alive so ever, that was the Czarina I met two months ago and the Czarina I am looking forward to meeting again.

Hindi Ko Siya Kilala

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                      Ngumiti ako at sa pagngiti kong iyon, nakita ko sa salamin ang isang dalagitang nakangiti pabalik sa akin. Peke at halatang pilit lamang ang ngiting iyon- ngiting nagpapahiwatig ng pagod, hirap at pagkabigo na pinagdaraanan niya marahil ngayon. Ito’y isang ngiti ng nalalapit ng pagsuko sa buhay. Naawa ako sa kanya at sa tuwang pinipilit niyang  ipinta sa kanyang mukha kahit pa pakiramdam niya’y pasan niya ang mundo. Nakakalungot lang isipin na ang ngiting iyon ay mula sa isang taong kabisadong-kabisado ko ang pangalan at pigura ng katawan. Pero kung sino siya talaga, iyon ay hindi ko alam. Higit pang nakakalungkot isipin na dapat kilalang-kilala ko siya dahil pilit ko mang iwaksi sa aking isipan, ang taong iyon at ako ay iisa.
                        Hindi ko siya kilala. Hindi ko alam kung anong nais niyang gawin sa buhay niya o kung sino ba talaga ang gusto niyang maging balang-araw. Ang tanging alam ko ngayon ay ang kasaysayan ng buhay niya. Alam ko ang kuwento sa likod ng ngiti ng babaeng iyon sa sarili kong salamin. Naroon ako sa mga panahong umiyak siya dahil sa pagkabigo sa lahat ng aspeto ng buhay- sa buhay-pag-aaral, sa buhay- pag-ibig at sa buhay mismo. Nakita ko kung paano siya manliit sa harap ng mga tao pagkatapos niyang matamaan ng bato sa mukha nang hindi sinasadya ang kanyang kaklase. Kitang-kita ko kung paano siya lumundag sa tuwa nang sabihin ng kanyang mga magulang na sa Virac na siya mag-aaral. Alam niyang sa paraang iyon matatakbuhan niya ang nagawa niya. Nasaksihan ko kung paano siya magalit nang lihim sa mga taong sumalungat sa kanya nang minsang sinabi niyang Journalism ang nais niyang kuning kurso sa kolehiyo. Nakita ng dalawa kong mata lahat ng panahon na kinamuhian niya ang mga taong nasa paligid niya at magpanggap para lang matanggap nila.
                        Sa pagbabalik-tanaw ko sa labing-apat na taong samahan namin ng babaeng iyon sa salamin, nakaramdam ako ng matinding lungkot at awa dahil hinayaan ko siyang maging kung sinuman siya ngayon. Hinayaan kong maging malihim, mapagbalatkayo at sinungaling ang babaeng iyon. Hinayaan ko siyang mawalan ng sariling boses at maging sunud-sunuran sa mga taong nais siyang diktahan. Hinayaan ko siyang magsinungaling at paniwalain ang kanyang sarili na napakaganda ng buhay bagama’t alam niyang niyang hindi. Nais ko siyang kaawaan at pandirihan! Pero kahit gaano ko man ito kagustong gawin, hindi ko magawa dahil bahagi ako ng kanyang pagkatao sapagkat kaming dalawa ay iisa.  
                       Pero uulitin ko, hindi ko siya kilala. Hindi ko kilala ang taong iyon na agad sumusuko sa mga hamon ng buhay. Hindi ko kilala ang taong iyon na basta-bastang tinalikuran ang mga taong iniwan siya na para bang walang nangyari. Hindi ko kilala ang taong iyon na tinatakasan na lamang ang mga balakid sa buhay o kung hindi man ay hinaharap ito nang mag-isa. Hindi ko kilala ang taong iyon na hindi marunong magmahal sa kanyang sarili.
                       Natigilan ako at bigla kong napagtanto na dapat pala masaya ako para sa kanya dahil sa puntong ito naisulat niya ang katotohanan sa isang sanaysay . Alam kong sa wakas, pinili niyang magpakatotoo sa sarili.Hangang-hanga ako dahil nagawa niyang aminin sa kanyang sarili at sa inyo na hindi siya perpekto at isa lamang siyang taong makasalanan din. Siya nga pala, kilala ko nang muli ang babae sa aking salamin dahil ang dating siya na nagpapakatotoo ay nagbalik na. Kilalang-kilala ko siya dahil gaya nga ng sabi ko, kaming dalawa ay iisa.

Confessions of A Teenage Drama Queen

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           In the 15 years of my existence in this world, I have learned many truths about life. But if there is really a truth about life that had made my world stop spinning like everything is hopeless, it would be this one heartbreaking truth- To live is not easy.
            When I was young, life is so beautiful. I imagined he world is a very big playground to me where I can play whenever I like to. I can play with anyone I knew. I can befriend and trust anyone because everyone is kind and helpful.  I thought back then that the only depressing situation that I can experience is being scolded by my parents just because I lied. I was taught to smile often, to follow your parents because they knew the best, to sleep longer to grow taller, to respect people so they’ll do the same, to study harder and be in the top so I can make everyone proud of me and to love others so they will love me back.
          Being naive is happiness because you don’t know a single bitter thought about life. You walk in the streets like everyone is fine to be with. You smile because you’re happy. Your mind is full of blissful thoughts. You were careless and you seem to be fine with that. You only knew the beautiful side of life but when you start to grow older, the gloomy side unfolds.
           Change is inevitable. And everytime your age increases, the number of facts and truths about life that you know increases as well. No matter how beautiful and colourful the world is for you before, it will change the moment you step outside your comfort zone and see the real world for yourself. And you were shocked because when you begun to stand up with your own feet, you realize that life isn’t colourful. It is hazy with shades of gray.  And you knew right then that you have lived half of your life in lies. You learn that life is not a playground where you play for fun or a castle where guards guard you because you are the princess. Instead, it is a battlefield where you fight for your life. As a matter of fact, you have no guards other than yourself.  You learn that you can never play with anyone. You have to choose scrupulously whom to trust and be with. Some people are ostentatious users who take advantage of other people for their benefits. You have to be careful. And actually, the most depressing situation you can ever put yourself into is when you tried to put that little curve into your lips but you failed because you knew that deep inside you, you are slowly tearing into pieces. And so you knew that you have to smile to look strong and firm, people are not perfect especially your parents, sleeping longer doesn’t increase your height, reaching the top doesn’t make people be proud of you- it only makes them expect more from you and lastly, loving a person so much is never a guarantee that he will also love you the way you do.
                You knew these things and then you look around. You see happy faces and smiles. People are hugging, cuddling and even kissing. And you start to wonder why the heck they put their mouths to the mouths of people who will hurt them later on. And then you fall in love. You experience these things for yourself. You feel like a child again everytime you feel butterflies in your stomach or when your heart beats faster like a drum. And you experience things you usually don’t. And you smile wide like crazy. And you daydream and you sleep late. And there is always this one guy in your mind whenever and wherever you are. And you started to believe that maybe life is still wonderful. And love.. oh love.. The four word letter that completes you.
                And you grew one year older and that jerk cheated on you. And you feel sad and pessimistic again. But this time, it is worse. You feel suicidal. You wanna give up because you experienced a heartbreak for the first time. And you describe yourself as a person existing but not living. You feel like a robot-lifeless. And you thought again how hard it is to live and how cruel this world really is. And you listen to music and sleep longer because you knew that the dreamland is the only escape you have.
                And you meet another lad again. And you started to open up your heart for the second time. You knew he can hurt you but you take chances because maybe, just maybe, he is different- that he wouldn’t hurt or leave you like what the first one did.. that he could actually love you forever like what he constantly told you. But then again, you failed. You are the loser for the second time around in this game called love. And you promised yourself that you would never be vulnerable again. You became strong so people could never hurt you again. You acted like you don’t have a heart so they won’t break yours.  And you became okay with that. You are fine with your walls high up and your heart closed tightly. And you even practiced the art of lying, faking smiles and pretending. You started to adapt and fit in until you became another person. And then you don’t know yourself anymore. And then you were lost like a puppy wandering around, searching for his owner. The only difference is that the puppy is searching for his owner who is to be found. On the other hand, you are searching for a person, your older self, who was long lost gone.
And now, you’re waiting for someone to find that older version of you. But is there someone there who would take all the risks to make you happy and be with you? Hm. You don’t know but you hope so. You want to believe there is. Maybe. Just maybe.

Monday, October 8, 2012

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When something is gone, you do everything to get it back while tightly holding to the things left to you.
- When Things Go Wrong by dalagangpilya 

Sunday, October 7, 2012

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Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. #TFIOS

Saturday, October 6, 2012

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Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions.
-dancewithdeath.tumblr.com
 

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