Thank you for putting up with my crazy ideas. Thank you for fulfilling my crazy requests. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH~!

I love you not just because of this picture, okay? But I love you even more. ♥

By Delfin Mercado

At one point in our lives, we hope,we wish for something to return. A feeting moment, a memorable night out, a valuable device. Or a person.
When we yearn for things, or people, to return, what we really want is to turn backtime, to relive a particular moment, to stopthe clock and relish with delight a wonderful memory. But when things do return, when relished moments happen again, we do not simply relive the moment – we create new memories, and subsequently, albeit unintentionally, we rewrite the past.
The concept of reoccurrence, of return, is perhaps just wishful thinking. There aremany opportunities that only open once,many events that cannot be repeated, manythings that cannot be fixed or replaced, and people whose return are impossible.
And the implausibility of return of ten times closes our minds to the possibility of the impossible; not letting us see that there remains a fraction of a chance forreappearance. Once deemed impossible,the practicality of the situation overwhelms us, and convinces us to simply shrug off all remaining possibilities and move on.
Such state of mind is the cause of surprise, or in graver instances, shock. For if things we deemed impossible would happen, if people who we thought we lost would reappear, our minds cannot readily accept such incident, for it challenges facts that we have already established in our systems and breaks down the truth that we have learned toaccept and believe in for so long.
That’s how I felt when you returned. You were like the early monsoon rains, anunbelievable occurrence in the sweltering tropical summer. You returned. Out ofnowhere, without prior notice.
“Hello,” you greeted, in your usual uncanny self, with your wide grin spanning the width of your weather-stained face– a face that I have long yearned for. For amoment, I was not able to talk. Is this real, Iasked myself. You kept on grinning.
It has been exactly a year and a half since I last saw you, in the dark streets of Manila,after watching a film in one of the rundown movie houses in the inner city. After that, youdisappeared. No goodbyes, and not even asingle piece of information since that day.
For some months, I tried searching. But I failed to fnd any clues leading to you. By the fourth month, I gave up. And I let youslide into the back of my head, along withall the renegade nights we spent together. And now, out of nowhere, here youstand, recounting to me all the bizarre adventures you have had this past year.I cannot concentrate on what you were saying, as your chapped lips and your distinct new accent confused me.
“And what do you do now?” you asked.
“I write a column,” I said. And you fell silent. In that silence, I realized what was wrong.You cannot just return for you have no roomin my life anymore. Or so I think. I gave out aloud sigh and told you I have a bus to catch.
Be careful what you wish for, I said tomyself, as I walked past you, and past the lamppost that cast an eerie yellow glow to your sunburnt skin.

Terminal Cases
published March 8, 2012
Philippine Collegian
Taon 89, Blg. 29

Labels: #life, %english, kule

I do my best to be a good friend and listen to people's concerns. I get so much drama from people's lives, aside from mine, sometimes I don't even want to listen anymore. Problema ko na 'to dati pa, kasi, hindi ako marunong humindi.

Labels: #list, %taglish, `life, `school, random

Bago pa lumaki ang list na to, ippost ko na. Lagi ko lang kasing nakakalimutan.

1. Walang load. Kung may kasama naman ako, at may load sya / sila, nakiki-text ako. Kung may net ako, magte-text naman ako via chikka or magtxt.com. Pero, kung walang kasama, wala pang net connection, eh di, sorry.

2. 'Di ko na-receive. Totoong nangyayari 'to dahil mabilis mapuno inbox ko. Paano nga naman ako magre-reply sa message na di ko na-receive? Duh?

3.TULOG. Weird ang sleeping pattern ko. May mga oras lang talagang bigla-biglang tulog pala ako. Sige nga, mag-text nga kayong tulog.

4. Busy. Meaning nanonood, naglalaro, naliligo, naglalaba... Basta, sigurado, hindi nag-aaral pero may ginagawang iba.

5. May kasama/kausap. I-contact nyo sina Marcgell, Chan, Nica, roommates ko. Baka kasama ko sila, kausap, kakwentuhan, kaya 'di ko napapansin na may nagtetext

6. Ayoko sa issue mo. Kung feeling ko ang chaka lang ng pag-uusapan natin, na mababadtrip lang ako sayo, 'di kita rereply'an.

7. Ayoko sayo. Kung sayo mismo nababadtrip ako, bat kita rereply'an?

Kung every five minutes nag-ttweet naman ako, tas di ko kayo nirereply'an, eh di, either 6 or 7. K?

Kbye.

Labels: #list, %tagalog, `friends, murderous, suicidal

Every student has the freedom to run during the elections. But, since we're in UP, we are smart enough to ask ourselves if we're capable of having a position. We won't just suddenly think, AHA! I will run this elections as the chairperson, have nothing else to do, anyway.

Heart Diño, a pretty transgender, is the new University Student Council Chairperson. The Vice-Chairperson is another pretty face, Alex Castro, bisexual. Oh, and the prettiest face of Alyansa, Pat Bringas is now a councilor. Did I forget to mention Pat is short for Patrick?

People are making a fuzz about the USC being too full of LGBT. Why discriminate? We are all but human beings, with feelings.

Porket bakla na, di na kayang mag-serve? Kumpleto naman ang parte ng katawan nyan, sobra pa. Hindi dapat sa gender tinitignan ang galing ng isang tao.

Iba ang skills and talents ng isang tunay na lalake from a lesbian? Sa role ng pagiging ama, baka pwede mo pang i-claim 'yan. Pero, sa USC, I don't think so. PEOPLE HAVE DIFFERENT SKILLS AND TRAITS AND TALENTS. Hindi naman 'yan "set of talents" for men, women, gay, lesbians, transgenders. Iba naman talaga talents ko from another female. LABO LANG MEHN.

Chan said something that caught my attention kanina. "Sarili nya nga kaya nyang baguhin," meaning Pat Bringas. Tapos, naalala ko bigla. Oo nga naman. If you can start with yourself, then you can change a bigger picture. LIKE P.Noy Aquino, he can't change his smoking habbit, he can't change the Philippines for the better.


My point is, it's too early to judge. Each candidate was given the chance for equal time to campaign. Everyone in seat are the voters fault. If you didn't vote, 'wag magreklamo. If the one you vote for didn't one, eh, ano ngayon? Democratic tayo. UP has already chosen it's new set of leaders. Deal with it.

Para sa mga napakalakas ng loob mag-sabi ng "impeachment" at such an early stage, think about this: Life is a complete learning process. You are born with just three skills: eat, shit, breathe. You weren't asked to walk on the first hour, so don't set limits on other people as well. When we were born, our parents, the doctors, didn't tell you RIGHT AWAY what we'd have to be when we grow up. 

Do not judge something you don't know. Let's all give ourselves a chance: for the new Chair, a chance to serve the iskolars of Diliman; and for us, the chance to appreciate what the new Chair is willing to offer.


Nahilo ako sa sarili ko, English? Tagalog?
new tag: manic - for manic writing, rants

Labels: #life, %taglish, `school, manic

Just recently, someone asked me: What is your favorite year in high school?

When talking about this with high school classmates / batchmates, we tell each other memories. Oh, how wonderful that is, right?

It's awkward for me. I stay connected with my friends from my first high school. I spend more time with my batchmates from Pisay.

When with eMeMeX, there will always, always be those who say they love their first year. And when people start sharing this and that, I'm just like, "OH, I liked that, too. I remember it completely." Tho, friends have shared a lot from their first year, it will never be the same as being there with them. I will never understand it the way they did, I will never remember it the way they saw it.

When I'm with my first year friends, FdC, the same thing happens. They talk about prom, those field trips, and the people they from this and that summit, and... I don't know these events the way they knew them. I have to cope up more with them, since I missed three years with them. It's hard for me, since in that three years, some of them went different ways and shit (like I did). I don't have four-years-worth of memories to share with them. I barely have ten months. Still those few months are full of laughter and meaning.

I am never really a part of any batch. :/ I love both, of course. It's just sad I couldn't spend the same amount of time with both.

So, anyway, what's my favorite year? I'd say it's the first, in Ilocos Sur National High School. I may have hated the school, and the faculty, but I love the people that turned out to be true friends. It was in my first year that I first learned that I can not magically be good at everything. I have to work hard if I want to be good at something. It was in my first year when I learned to make real friends, those I can and am willing to keep. It was then when I tried rebelling, and lying was my number one skill. It was then that I learned my right and wrong in this kind of society. It was then when I knew so much of what I wanted in life. I was sure of everything I ever wanted.

This post is not meant to hate.

Pisay is great for me, too. But, maybe since I spent more time there, I remember more bad things. I had so much time to hate people (and I don't mean the faculty). I had so much time in Pisay to be mean and believe that I was just being honest. When I wonder why I'm living a life I never thought of before, I think it's Pisay's fault. Pero, syempre, may fault din ako. No hate. I srsly believe I just spent too much time in Pisay, kaya hindi maganda ang feeling ko towards it... siguro.


Pisay was bearable because of the friends I still have up to these days, and the days still to come.

Labels: #life, `me, `school

Thank you for putting up with my crazy ideas. Thank you for fulfilling my crazy requests. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH~!

I love you not just because of this picture, okay? But I love you even more. ♥  

By Delfin Mercado

At one point in our lives, we hope,we wish for something to return. A feeting moment, a memorable night out, a valuable device. Or a person.
When we yearn for things, or people, to return, what we really want is to turn backtime, to relive a particular moment, to stopthe clock and relish with delight a wonderful memory. But when things do return, when relished moments happen again, we do not simply relive the moment – we create new memories, and subsequently, albeit unintentionally, we rewrite the past.
The concept of reoccurrence, of return, is perhaps just wishful thinking. There aremany opportunities that only open once,many events that cannot be repeated, manythings that cannot be fixed or replaced, and people whose return are impossible.
And the implausibility of return of ten times closes our minds to the possibility of the impossible; not letting us see that there remains a fraction of a chance forreappearance. Once deemed impossible,the practicality of the situation overwhelms us, and convinces us to simply shrug off all remaining possibilities and move on.
Such state of mind is the cause of surprise, or in graver instances, shock. For if things we deemed impossible would happen, if people who we thought we lost would reappear, our minds cannot readily accept such incident, for it challenges facts that we have already established in our systems and breaks down the truth that we have learned toaccept and believe in for so long.
That’s how I felt when you returned. You were like the early monsoon rains, anunbelievable occurrence in the sweltering tropical summer. You returned. Out ofnowhere, without prior notice.
“Hello,” you greeted, in your usual uncanny self, with your wide grin spanning the width of your weather-stained face– a face that I have long yearned for. For amoment, I was not able to talk. Is this real, Iasked myself. You kept on grinning.
It has been exactly a year and a half since I last saw you, in the dark streets of Manila,after watching a film in one of the rundown movie houses in the inner city. After that, youdisappeared. No goodbyes, and not even asingle piece of information since that day.
For some months, I tried searching. But I failed to fnd any clues leading to you. By the fourth month, I gave up. And I let youslide into the back of my head, along withall the renegade nights we spent together. And now, out of nowhere, here youstand, recounting to me all the bizarre adventures you have had this past year.I cannot concentrate on what you were saying, as your chapped lips and your distinct new accent confused me.
“And what do you do now?” you asked.
“I write a column,” I said. And you fell silent. In that silence, I realized what was wrong.You cannot just return for you have no roomin my life anymore. Or so I think. I gave out aloud sigh and told you I have a bus to catch.
Be careful what you wish for, I said tomyself, as I walked past you, and past the lamppost that cast an eerie yellow glow to your sunburnt skin.

Terminal Cases
published March 8, 2012
Philippine Collegian
Taon 89, Blg. 29

Labels: #life, %english, kule

 

I do my best to be a good friend and listen to people's concerns. I get so much drama from people's lives, aside from mine, sometimes I don't even want to listen anymore. Problema ko na 'to dati pa, kasi, hindi ako marunong humindi.

Labels: #list, %taglish, `life, `school, random

 

Bago pa lumaki ang list na to, ippost ko na. Lagi ko lang kasing nakakalimutan.

1. Walang load. Kung may kasama naman ako, at may load sya / sila, nakiki-text ako. Kung may net ako, magte-text naman ako via chikka or magtxt.com. Pero, kung walang kasama, wala pang net connection, eh di, sorry.

2. 'Di ko na-receive. Totoong nangyayari 'to dahil mabilis mapuno inbox ko. Paano nga naman ako magre-reply sa message na di ko na-receive? Duh?

3.TULOG. Weird ang sleeping pattern ko. May mga oras lang talagang bigla-biglang tulog pala ako. Sige nga, mag-text nga kayong tulog.

4. Busy. Meaning nanonood, naglalaro, naliligo, naglalaba... Basta, sigurado, hindi nag-aaral pero may ginagawang iba.

5. May kasama/kausap. I-contact nyo sina Marcgell, Chan, Nica, roommates ko. Baka kasama ko sila, kausap, kakwentuhan, kaya 'di ko napapansin na may nagtetext

6. Ayoko sa issue mo. Kung feeling ko ang chaka lang ng pag-uusapan natin, na mababadtrip lang ako sayo, 'di kita rereply'an.

7. Ayoko sayo. Kung sayo mismo nababadtrip ako, bat kita rereply'an?

Kung every five minutes nag-ttweet naman ako, tas di ko kayo nirereply'an, eh di, either 6 or 7. K?

Kbye.

Labels: #list, %tagalog, `friends, murderous, suicidal

 

Every student has the freedom to run during the elections. But, since we're in UP, we are smart enough to ask ourselves if we're capable of having a position. We won't just suddenly think, AHA! I will run this elections as the chairperson, have nothing else to do, anyway.

Heart Diño, a pretty transgender, is the new University Student Council Chairperson. The Vice-Chairperson is another pretty face, Alex Castro, bisexual. Oh, and the prettiest face of Alyansa, Pat Bringas is now a councilor. Did I forget to mention Pat is short for Patrick?

People are making a fuzz about the USC being too full of LGBT. Why discriminate? We are all but human beings, with feelings.

Porket bakla na, di na kayang mag-serve? Kumpleto naman ang parte ng katawan nyan, sobra pa. Hindi dapat sa gender tinitignan ang galing ng isang tao.

Iba ang skills and talents ng isang tunay na lalake from a lesbian? Sa role ng pagiging ama, baka pwede mo pang i-claim 'yan. Pero, sa USC, I don't think so. PEOPLE HAVE DIFFERENT SKILLS AND TRAITS AND TALENTS. Hindi naman 'yan "set of talents" for men, women, gay, lesbians, transgenders. Iba naman talaga talents ko from another female. LABO LANG MEHN.

Chan said something that caught my attention kanina. "Sarili nya nga kaya nyang baguhin," meaning Pat Bringas. Tapos, naalala ko bigla. Oo nga naman. If you can start with yourself, then you can change a bigger picture. LIKE P.Noy Aquino, he can't change his smoking habbit, he can't change the Philippines for the better.


My point is, it's too early to judge. Each candidate was given the chance for equal time to campaign. Everyone in seat are the voters fault. If you didn't vote, 'wag magreklamo. If the one you vote for didn't one, eh, ano ngayon? Democratic tayo. UP has already chosen it's new set of leaders. Deal with it.

Para sa mga napakalakas ng loob mag-sabi ng "impeachment" at such an early stage, think about this: Life is a complete learning process. You are born with just three skills: eat, shit, breathe. You weren't asked to walk on the first hour, so don't set limits on other people as well. When we were born, our parents, the doctors, didn't tell you RIGHT AWAY what we'd have to be when we grow up. 

Do not judge something you don't know. Let's all give ourselves a chance: for the new Chair, a chance to serve the iskolars of Diliman; and for us, the chance to appreciate what the new Chair is willing to offer.


Nahilo ako sa sarili ko, English? Tagalog?
new tag: manic - for manic writing, rants

Labels: #life, %taglish, `school, manic

 

Just recently, someone asked me: What is your favorite year in high school?

When talking about this with high school classmates / batchmates, we tell each other memories. Oh, how wonderful that is, right?

It's awkward for me. I stay connected with my friends from my first high school. I spend more time with my batchmates from Pisay.

When with eMeMeX, there will always, always be those who say they love their first year. And when people start sharing this and that, I'm just like, "OH, I liked that, too. I remember it completely." Tho, friends have shared a lot from their first year, it will never be the same as being there with them. I will never understand it the way they did, I will never remember it the way they saw it.

When I'm with my first year friends, FdC, the same thing happens. They talk about prom, those field trips, and the people they from this and that summit, and... I don't know these events the way they knew them. I have to cope up more with them, since I missed three years with them. It's hard for me, since in that three years, some of them went different ways and shit (like I did). I don't have four-years-worth of memories to share with them. I barely have ten months. Still those few months are full of laughter and meaning.

I am never really a part of any batch. :/ I love both, of course. It's just sad I couldn't spend the same amount of time with both.

So, anyway, what's my favorite year? I'd say it's the first, in Ilocos Sur National High School. I may have hated the school, and the faculty, but I love the people that turned out to be true friends. It was in my first year that I first learned that I can not magically be good at everything. I have to work hard if I want to be good at something. It was in my first year when I learned to make real friends, those I can and am willing to keep. It was then when I tried rebelling, and lying was my number one skill. It was then that I learned my right and wrong in this kind of society. It was then when I knew so much of what I wanted in life. I was sure of everything I ever wanted.

This post is not meant to hate.

Pisay is great for me, too. But, maybe since I spent more time there, I remember more bad things. I had so much time to hate people (and I don't mean the faculty). I had so much time in Pisay to be mean and believe that I was just being honest. When I wonder why I'm living a life I never thought of before, I think it's Pisay's fault. Pero, syempre, may fault din ako. No hate. I srsly believe I just spent too much time in Pisay, kaya hindi maganda ang feeling ko towards it... siguro.


Pisay was bearable because of the friends I still have up to these days, and the days still to come.

Labels: #life, `me, `school