Hindi pala totoo yung kapag mahal mo, tanggap mo. Kapag mahal mo, sasabihin mo kung ano'ng mali sa kanya. At kung mahal ka rin niya, tatanggapin niya yun at magbabago hindi para sa'yo, kundi para sa sarili niya.

Para sa mga taong akala nila sobrang talino nila kapag gumamit na sila ng wikang Ingles,

Sa isang argyumento na makikita natin sa Social Networking Site na Facebook, marami kang makikitang may pakealam, pero marami ka ring makikitang nakikialam lang. Mayroong mga taong sasagot at magbibigay kumento at suwestiyon sa lahat ng bagay na makikita. Mayroon ka ring makikitang mga taong “butt hurt” (kung tinatawag nila) o yung mga taong tinatamaan kaya kung anu-anong pagtatanggol ang ginagawa nila kahit hindi naman sila direktang apektado. Mayroon ka ding makikitang mga taong kung anu-anong litrato ang inilalagay para lang may nakakatawang parte ang pagbabasa sa walang kwentang thread ng mga kumento at opinyon na hindi ko mawari kung bakit ko binabasa. Marahil ay kasalanan ko rin kung bakit ako naiinis. Marahil dapat nga’y hindi ko na lamang pakialaman ang mga taong kakarampot ang utak at kung sinu-sinong tao ang kinakausap at minsa’y inaaway para lang makita mas may alam sila. Siguro sila ‘yung mga taong hindi utak kolonyal ang mga magulang at hindi tinuruan ng “don’t talk to strangers”.

Minsan ay may mga nakakakuha ng atensyon ko kaya’t tuwang tuwa akong binabasa ang tila ba pagpapalitan ng utak ng mga taong nasa kagayang bansa kung nasaan ako. Minsan naisip ko, talaga bang kapag marunong magsalita ng diretsong Ingles, matalino na? Mayroon kasing mga butthurt na taong kapag natamaan o alam na sila ang direkta o hindi man direktang pinatatamaan ng mga salitang iyon, ay para bang agad-agarang nagiging Doctorate Degree ang tinapos. Para bang ang tumatakbo sa utak nila ay “MATATALO NA AKO. GAGAMIT AKO NG IBANG LENGGWAHE PARA WALA NA SILANG MASABI AT MAGING MATALINO AKO KAYSA SA KANILA”. Teka, parang hindi sila ganyan mag-isip. Gawin nating mas makatotohanan.

“Shet, matatalo na ko sa argument na ‘to. Bakit pa kasi ako nagcomment dito. Mag-e-English ako. Pero kailangan icheck ko muna yung grammar ko at gamitan ko ng scientific jargon na hindi nila maiintindihan para hindi na humaba yung usapan.”

May mga taong ganyan di’ba? Sobrang babaw ng utak para isiping ‘pag ginamitan mo ng malalalim na salita ang isang tao, angat ka na. Mas matalino pa rin yung mga taong kayang ipaglaban yung sarili nila base sa pananahimik lang.

Minsan kasi may mga bagay na hindi mo na dapat ipaglaban. Hindi ka naman mananalo ng noble price sa ginagawa mong pagtatanggol sa sarili mo. Isiniwalat mo lang ang kakayahan mong makipag-away sa ibang tao. Kung sa tingin mo mababaw sila. Mababaw ka din. Mababaw ka para patulan ang mga tao iniisip mong mababaw.

Bago ka magcomment, isipin mo muna kung may pakealam ka ba, o nangengealam ka lang. Isipin mo kung may epekto ba yan sayo kung magbibigay ka ng opinyon o hindi.

Tumblr, i miss you.

We really don't have the ability to know whether one person will be bidding good bye to us or not. We really don't know when, where, why and how a person will leave us.

I know I am really inactive, but I think this "moment" in my life needs to be posted and shared. I don't know. But the urge of writing something comes within myself. 

Exactly 10 hours ago, I was at Adamson University (AdU). The organization I am involved had its meeting regarding some stuff. I thought it will be an ordinary, boring, and cliche type of meeting. But it was not. I was burdened. I was so sad. I don't know why Mass Communication doesn't seem to be fit in me. It's like I am facing a big signage saying "Hey, there, time to shift your course". It's like "Fuck you, you don't belong here" is waving in front of me. I am floating DJ. I don't know where I belong. Or even if I belong to any org. I don't know why their issue involves me, affects me. Truth to be told, wala naman dapat akong pakealam. Well, supposedly. 

6 hours after that meeting, I've decided to attend the mass at The Feast. Thank God and Praise Him, my burdens lessened. He really is the best! 

But just after I worship. The hang-over of worshiping to the Lord is still with me. I can still feel my heart beat so fast due to tiredness brought by energetic singing, dancing and body movements. And then I received a text... "Guys, patay na daw si Carlos?" And I was like, "SINO?!" 

Carlos passed away. Just a few days ago, we had our get together. We swam. We enjoyed each others company together with our batch mates. But then now, someone will tell me, he's dead? Hell no.

But yes. I can't do anything about the fact that he's gone. I haven't told him I'm sorry for sometimes bullying him. I haven't told him, he matters to me although we're not close. I haven't told him anything because he's a distant person. 

Lord God, I know You've done this with great purpose. He's with You now, Lord. Please let this be a realization for those people he left here on earth. Please let them/us be happy, Lord. 

To you, Carlos, my friend. I'm sorry. Thank you. You will forever be remembered. I know you're happy now. Go bike yourself to heaven. The Lord waits you. ♥

Nakakabadtrip na minsan yung word na "sparks". Alam niyo yon?

Minsan nakakainis kasi kahit sobrang liit na bagay, sparks pa rin? Puta. Hahahaha!

The saddest thing about betrayal is that it doesn’t come from your enemies. It comes from your friends and loved ones. 

I have been through a lot. I have been broken, crushed and left behind a lot of times. But at the end of the day, I realized that those problems, those people, and those circumstances made me stronger. Stronger in a way that I’ve become a better person. Better in a way that no one can break, crush and leave me anymore.