Sunday, December 21, 2014

Ganito First Sem Ko

Umagang umaga

Gigising ako. Bubuhayin ang laptop. Bubuksan ang ilang bookmarked links. Kakapain ang phone. Maglalaro ng Clash of Clans. Magchecheck ng messages kung may assignment. 

Babangon ako, magkakape o magjojogging. Ang kape ko Great Taste White. Ang ruta ng jogging ko, boarding house papuntang Loakan or kaya pababa ng Kennon Road. 

Kapag tapos nang magkape, magbabasa ng libro tapos maliligo na. 15 minutes bago magsimula unang klase ko, maliligo na talaga ako. Kaunting sabon. Kaunting shampoo. Buhos. Magpapalit. Magsisipilyo. Kaunting ayos ng kulot kong buhok gamit ang aking kamay. Magchecheck kung suot ang ID. Tatakbo or magjejeep.

Umaga

Nasa loob ng klase. Dapat 5-minute late lang. Magpapanggap na ready sa klase sa MAS (kung TThS) o Strategic Management (kung MWF). Kung hindi late, kokopya lang sandali ng assignment sa MAS. Tapos magkukunyari uling nabasa talaga ang lesson. 

Pagkatapos ng unang klase, early lunch break yan. Kakain sa seminary or kaya sa 3F Canteen. Kain. Inom. Pasok ulit. Kokopya na naman ng assignment sa Econ3. Kung walang assignment, papasok tapos chill lang. Makikinig ng kaunti kay sir Adelberto tapos ayun magyayabang na gets na lahat. Pagkatapos, papasok ng ForLang. Nihongo. Watashi-watashi sa una at desu-desu sa dulo. Sa exam, hula ka ng trip mo. Kung tama o pasado ka, sigaw ng SUGOI! Kung bagsak, GG desu.

Totoong Lunchbreak

Dalawa lang. Kina Mezh o sa canteen. Nung adik pa sa LoL, Binbox ang lungga. Nung nagquit na, kina Mezh or sa canteen ulit. Fried chicken, pork broccoli, binagoongan, chicken curry, pork and beans, mga gulay. Isang takal ng kanin. Bayad. Solb na solb.

Hapon

Kapag MWF, apat na oras ang break ko bago last class. Kung TThS, isang oras break ko bago last class. Madalas sa lobby. Makikikonek sa wifi. Clash of Clans o FB/Twitter/IG atbp. Kung hindi, magkukunyaring nagbabasa ng libro sa corridor.

Hapon na Hapon

Kunyaring may alam sa diagnostic quiz sa Auditing Theory. May hawak na libro at nakabukas kunyari. Sa law class naman, inaaming walang alam sa Negotiable Instruments. Walang dalang libro. Parecord-record lang ng lecture nina sir Ag at Sp. Tao ha. Hindi Chemistry.

Madilim na

Table tennis sa 4th floor. Training daw. Chochop daw. Poposte daw. Magtuturo daw. Sasaglit lang daw. Kung wala, uwi agad sa boarding house. Tatambay sa maliit na sala ng mezzanine. Kung malakas ang Internet, nasa kwarto. Pupunta sa kusina, magsasaing ng kanin. Saing pa rin naman di ba kahit de-rice cooker? Kakain. Magmemeryenda. Kung late ang uwi galing training, bibili sa labas o a-ice cream nalang.

Gabi

Chat sa FB. Tweet sa Twitter. Blog sa Blogger. Post sa Tumblr at IG. Update sa animecenter.tv. Titingin ng magandang movie o anime. Magdodownload ng bagong kanta. Magbabasa ng kaunti. War sa CoC. Parefle-reflect. Tha-thank you kay Lord.

Hating Gabi 

Movie marathon o kaya chat. Hindi pa trip matulog. Magfafarm o trophy push sa CoC. Mag-iisip ng maisusulat. Magsusulat ng tula.


Ganyan nabuo ang mga araw ko nitong sem. ###


Shout-outs:
  • RBuilding sa masayang Christmas party.
  • Belle sa food trip, sa chocolates, sa SB, at iba pang trip natin sa Mezzanine.
  • Stella sa pagiging topic ko sa ilan sa mga istoryahi ko.
  • Ivy at Mezh sa pagsama sakin sa sem na ito.
  • Ate Racquel, ate Aura, ate Niña, ate Zyna, ate Angel, ate Leah, Kuya Russel, at kuya Jay sa masaya at nakakakabang play. Salamat po sainyo. Ayos na ayos ang ForLang ko dahil sa inyo.
  • Mga seatmates: Ms. Kim Tarriela, Patricia, Glaedene, Jayp, Kevin, Ivy, Mezh, Michael, Adrian, ate Niña at kuya Russel sa pakikisama.
  • Thesismates: Ralph, Jayp, Kevin at Sherzee na umasa sa pizza noong defense.
  • Ma'am Lamadrid sa masayang klase ng Strat.
  • Table tennis family sa napakamemorable na sem. Ramyun/Manna pa. 
  • Darell at John sa pagiging icecream buddies at pakikisama sa ibang mga kalokohan.
  • Ma'am Robles sa pagpalit ng kurtina sa kwarto ko.
  • SLU Libraries sa unang essay writing comp na sinalihan ko.
  • SABM/CAC Alumni Assoc sa pagtitiwala sa akin. Thank you po talaga.
  • Ma'am Nadz sa referral sa COA DOH. 
  • Kuwaderno sa pagkuha ng tatlo kong entries.
  • Blog buddies, inspiration, at mga inidolo ko sa pagsusulat: Sir If, Dani, Jayp, Pat.
  • Kuya Mabs sa pagtitiwala at pagtitiis sa kakulitan at matigas na ulo ko.
  • Doleen sa unang sabak ni Pimpy sa Intrams.
  • Mariel sa pagiging kapatid. 
  • The Ramyun, Manna, Morning7, Binbox, Creativitea sa mga memories.
  • Kate at Jasmin sa food sa 501.
  • Mezh sa comfy house at wifi. Flashdrive ko.
  • Kuya Jonell sa mga movies na kaygaganda.
  • Ma'am Caroy sa gift niyong libro sakin.
  • Kapatid ko: Manong Joef, Manang Joy ken Joan. Swerte ko sa inyo.
  • Mga taong nagbabasa ng blog na ito. Salamat.

Friday, October 31, 2014

When you Stop Posting in your Journal or Blog or Community for a while

This might be a long story. Please just stop if you won't read it until the last period or not interested. You might just miss some good stories though.

OK. That was a long post title. I planned to just use That was a Real Hiatus as a title for this blog post, but I decided to copy the meaning of hiatus en toto, instead. It could be a real change. So, yes, titles for my blog posts starting today will be a meter long.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Table Tennis I

I have a background of table tennis when I was in high school. I was already senior that time. I tried to play with the younger students and had an idea of the game, and then I graduated.

I really thought I would not be playing that sport again, but thanks to SABM and to those kind people in that room. I was able to learn the game so much.

I can still remember that time I entered that PE room where the SABM table tennis team is playing. There was Darell, an old pal standing at one end of the table, playing with someone who is easily identified as a member of the team because of his body movement and the way he played, not mentioning the uniform he was wearing. He is Mac. I smiled and watched them finish the game. And then I was introduced to the people inside the room. That was the beginning of my table tennis story in the university.

I met Mabs, John, Sheree and other members of the team, people who never said "You do not belong here" despite the poor games I've been showing. They gave me a chance to change my game, the way I move on the other side of the table, and later I felt better. I played better games.

I can still remember how they laugh at me when I hit the ball. Kuya Stephen even mimicked my movements, so I realized that I should listen to them. I accepted that I have to practice a thousand times because I know I have to.

Now, I am in my fourth year in college. I have been playing table tennis in the past two years but never have I considered to be serious about it. I do not yet own any racket then not until lately when I decided to buy one. I chose to use long pips in my BH and I must say, it's fun! But I have to master yet the rubber I'm using.

I can hear the sound of the balls bouncing on the table. I can hear the screech of the shoes moving around. I can hear the sound of the spins and drives. I am really excited to see the development of my game.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Second Semester and Free Will

The second semester has taken me back to the days of studying in Viga. It reminded me of the salad days in that Elementary school where I also first felt the pressure and importance of studying harder. Although I would say that I didn't give my all in this semester for the heck of me being this lazy and happy-go-lucky fella, I couldn't stop asking myself, "Was it a wake-up call for me?" It rang a bell.

I felt like it was a body call too, that I laid low and became a satisfied mediocre person much as I wished to be. But in the process, I was taken aback of everything I did – not so good for one who knows that he can do better. The sin of omission, they say.

My law prof has been mentioning this in our class that it is not good to choose not to act the way you should have been when you could have done better and you know you are capable doing of. I could not make an excuse because I know I am guilty.

I had three Accounting and two Law subjects this semester, which made it challenging. I swear I studied 401 to the limit, but barely read Labor, 203 and 303. It’s a shame.

To say the least, I am still proud that I fared well, although I hated myself for being so blind of this statement of grumpy Deneil Young, that if I am going to try [something], I might as well aim for the top.

I learned a lot nonetheless during this semester. I got closer to some old friends and acquaintances before and met a few people – friends I could already say. Drawing circles again! Aha.

And aside from the heavy books I carry every day, I added some novels, again, in the cabinet. I read another Grisham and found a new author. It's better to read than not read at all.

One hurrah moment maybe was being able to familiarize myself with teachers and students. But you know, I had a seatmate I never talked to but there are also those whom I built battery with (in baseball, it is when the pitcher is synched with the catcher). I have to thank them for playing a good game.

One simple act of two great professors delighted me so much. I received a Snickers from a prof for being attentive "daw" during her classes when what I only remember was nodding and smiling (just kidding ma'am, I learned a lot from you not just the lessons we have in our book), and a "libre" from a prof who has been teaching in the university for almost 20 years and is just so humble that he can make friends with young people like us. They are very admirable.

My thanks and admiration is also to this professor who shared simple, but BIG words for us students who are in pursuit of a dream. May we reach the end.

I would like to congratulate everybody who did not quit the battle. Our sleepless nights will be rewarded soon. Getting what we deserve will make us really happy, and getting more than what we deserve is another blessing. Yahoo!

Going back to mediocrity, I realized that whatever people may show us, it is still our option to follow our inner voice. Yes. What’s good in life is that until we do not die, we experience these things and then we learn something about them. We realize our actions and we reflect on them.

There is so much for one to hold. There are those we cannot control, those we couldn't live up to. There are also those we already have: ones we deserve and not, ones we ignore while others long for, ones we enjoy, but ones they loathe, and ones we are thankful for but the ones they cannot appreciate.

THIS IS LIFE. What are we supposed to do?

Let's use our free will.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Another day of SP

Sleep paralysis is a phenomenon in which people, either when falling asleep or wakening, temporarily experience an inability to move (being paralyzed). More formally, it is a transition state between wakefulness and rest characterized by complete muscle atonia (muscle weakness). 

After experiencing this one time, I read articles about it and found out that it usually occurs in two forms. If it occurs while you are falling asleep, it's called hypnagogic or predormital sleep paralysis – the one I just experienced this morning. If it happens as you are waking up, it's called hypnopompic or postdormital sleep paralysis – one I experienced several times in the past. 

Sleep paralysis is believed to be a result of disrupted REM sleep, which is normally characterized by complete muscle atonia that prevents individuals from acting out their dreams. This morning, as I was about to sleep, I suddenly felt that this is about to happen. There is a split second I have to choose whether I would cancel it or not. I chose to experience it rather! And this is the reason why I am writing this article.

On my readings, episodes of SP are accompanied by hallucinations and the sensation of breathlessness. Such hallucinations likely gave rise to the myths of the incubus and the succubus, demons that pin people down in their sleep. That of course is just a myth and I haven't seen them! And maybe because what I experience most of the time are just ISPs. But today is a different story. I sensed a malevolent presence nearby. When I tried to look up, there is an image. Since I am conscious and my body is just in paralysis, I remembered the myth. I focused on the image – I don't know how I did it because I was in the Rapid Eye Movement Stage – and what I saw is someone with a long hair and not scary. 

They said that some sleep paralysis episodes come with feelings of falling, floating or dissociating from the body. [Un]fortunately, I was fixed to my body. I didn't panic. I was analyzing what was happening. When I tried to move my hands, the faster REM I experienced. 

Lately, I was thinking that maybe there is truth to this:

"People with analytical thinking styles were less likely to hold such supernatural beliefs, and were less likely to be distressed after experiencing sleep paralysis. Analytical thinkers may be more likely to seek out and believe naturalistic or scientific explanations for the condition, the researchers wrote, while intuitive thinkers might be drawn to supernatural explanations." Stephanie Pappas, Livescience 2013

I remember how fast my eyes were moving. I also remember how I felt trying to move my hands just to see how fast my eyes could get. It was mind-blogging. Then after some minutes, I noticed that I can move my body already, and then I woke myself out.

Sleep paralysis is ultimately considered harmless. My advice, when you experience the same, just feel the moment and relax. You'll probably get through it. Haha. And pray.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Something I will not Regret

It's been a while when I paused and tried to think of what is really happening in my life at the present. I couldn't believe I made it this far. It was just like yesterday when I was playing in the dirt with my manong and manang under the shade of that nymph tree near some aging kuliglig. It was just yesterday when the whole sitio of Cabulalaan has gone crazy searching for two naughty children (my cousin Ericson and I) who wandered in the morning and were found in the middle of the corn field late afternoon; we actually went down the bridge of Karayan Daya and tried to catch fish and frogs, then whips we got!  It was just yesterday when I bade farewell to my friends in Ilocos and began a new life in the promise land Canangan, when I was nearly killed by a raging cow, when I really abhorred being in that class because of receiving a ribbon and not a medal, when I witnessed how mad dad could be, when I reached high school and proved that I can do things I've never done before, when I said and wrote a lot of awful things to my crush nonetheless I liked in the end, when I got emotional by seeing people say their goodbyes. For the past 19 years, I never imagined how colorful life could be. I dreamed and wished. Some happened. Some did not. I just realized that it is what you experience that really makes you wonder about life. I don't know, but I'm starting to realize how perfect life is. Our shortcomings. The ugly day we make. They don't matter because they are the same with our successes. We encounter them and we experience them. So I came to this conclusion: It doesn't matter anymore how I lived and how I will spend the rest of the time, just that I'll make it sure that it will never be something that I will regret.

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Si Jenny at ang kanyang Gitara


Taong 2011 noong tumuntong ako sa kolehiyo. Ako'y bagong salta  lamang, bagitong-bagito sa mga pasikot-sikot ng Baguio, at hindi pa alam ang takbo ng lugar. Naging masakitin dahil sa paninibago sa klima nito kaya naging mahirap sa akin ang mga unang buwan ng pananatili dito sa malamig na lungsod.

Mula nang ihatid ako ng aking magulang sa inuupahan kong silid ay mag-isa na lamang ako sa lahat ng aspekto ng pamumuhay bilang isang mag-aaral. Natutuhan kong magluto, maglaba, magligpit ng mga bagay-bagay at hindi sa lahat ang mag-ayos ng sarili ko. Hindi kalaunan ay naging maayos rin ang takbo ng lahat, hanggang sa nakuha ko na ring mamasyal at maglibot sa loob at labas ng unibersidad.

Sa ilang linggong pamamalagi sa loob ng eskwelahan, pagmamasid ang karamihan sa aking ginagawa. Bukod sa pakikinig sa mga guro ay pinakiramdaman ko ang aking mga kamag-aral. May mga mayayabang, magaling sa pakikipag-usap, may mga mayayaman at may mga tahimik na tulad ko.

Halo-halo ang personalidad na kailangang pakibagayan. Ngunit ang nakakuha ng aking atensyon ay ang babae sa sulok na may dalang gitara. Mahal ko ang musika at kahit papaano ay alam ko ring tumugtog ng gitara. Gumaan ang pakiramdam ko nang makita ko siya. Alam kong may magiging kasundo ako. Ngunit ang isa sa nakita kong problema ay hindi siya nagsasalita. Tanging ang mga ekspresyon ng kanyang mukha ang nababasa ko.

Isang araw noon, sinubukan kong lapitan siya at kinamusta habang naghihintay sa isang guro. Hello ang sabi ko sa kanya ngunit ngumiti lang siya at wala pa rin akong narinig na boses. Matapos ang pangyayaring iyon, araw-araw ko na siyang pinagmamasdan.

Mailap siya sa mga tao ngunit nakausap ko siya ng ilang beses. May isang araw noon na naglalakad ako nang nakita ko siyang nakaupo sa harap ng ampitheater. Tinapik ko ang likod niya at siya'y lumingon naman. Nagpapakilala siya at inilahad ang pananaw niya sa buhay. Simula noon ay naging malapit kami sa isa't isa.

Agosto ng taong 2011 nang nagkaroon ng talent show sa isang klase namin. Dahil dala niya ang gitara niya noon, inasahan kong magprepresenta siya. Ngunit sa palagay ko ay nahiya na siya at piniling makinig at manood na lamang.

Sa mga sumunod na araw ay hindi ko na siya nakita pa. Ang akala ko noon ay may kaunting problema lamang, ngunit lubusan na siyang nawala at hindi na pumasok pa.
Tinanong ko ang ilan sa mga kaklase ko kung nakausap nila si Jenny o kung may nasabi siya tungkol sa kanyang pamilya o problema. Hindi na ako nagulat pa nang sabihin nilang hindi nila kilala ang tahimik ngunit magaling na manunugtog na si Jenny. Ikinuwento ko siya ngunit para bang hindi ako kapani-paniwala.

"Hindi niyo ba kilala si Jenny. Yung tahimik nating kaklase na laging may dalang gitara." Nagtatakang tanong ko sa kanila, sabay turo sa lagi nitong inuupuan.

Nabigla ako sa naging sagot sa akin. Dahil umpisa palang ng pasukan ay wala raw sino man ang umupo sa upuang iyon at kailanman ay walang Jenny na may dalang gitara. Guni-guni ko lang daw iyon.

Hindi ko alam kung matatakot ako sa araw na iyon dahil alam kong nakausap ko siya.

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Photo is linked to the appropriate owner

Thursday, January 16, 2014

That was a wonderful Coma

Six years ago, when I was still working in Sochi, I had to use the train every day. You buy a token and give that to the girl who has the control to the pass. You drop the token and she pushes a button then you’re good to go.

This was a part of my life down on this wonderful city. It was because of this that I found the woman of my life— a wonderful, yet funny experience I have to tell my sons.

This girl who controls the pass have been watching and observing me secretly. I never cared about it not when I looked back from the train and saw her smiling. From then on, I had this habit of watching her secretly, thinking what could there be with me that she keeps looking at.

I pondered.

One Friday afternoon, I did not expect that I’d be robbed. A tall guy took my bag and pushed me over the rail. My head hit the metal and that’s what I can only remember. I was in a coma after that.

When I woke up from this short coma, my family were there. I can remember the whole scene from left to right. My sister was on my left, smiling. My parent is on the far left; dad is smiling and mom is crying. On my right was my little sister, holding a stuffed toy. I felt shocked about the accident.

But I learned the true story. Someone had to jump into the rail and had me carried to safety— before the train comes and shred me to pieces.

She told me everything. I sat in awe. She was brave! Well, she looked beautiful, but after it, she even looked more beautiful to me.

For three consecutive days, she came to visit me. That was the time I fell in love with her. I would wait for her in the morning, but after some time, she never came back.

After my recovery, I thought I’m still in coma—it’s my heart. I was just so caught I couldn’t erase her into my mind.

So one day, instead of dropping a coin, I dropped a ring. She looked up, shocked, but smiling. I knelt down and asked her if I could ask her a question.

She agreed.


#lit#creativewriting#fiction
<This was earlier posted on my Tumblr>

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

2013 and some Adjectives

When I knew I got no time to write a review anymore, I threw myself on the bed and asked what’s wrong with me. But in order not to ruin the holidays, I decided to let the days pass by, chose to enjoy the time with my family and friends, and planned to better indulge the rest of the day doing what I don’t usually do in Baguio. But looking at how I spent the holidays, I found it rather irritating. I thought I faced the television and the computer most of the time, and ONLY did get out when I knew the time was already running fast. But whatever I say, 2013 is forever gone.

1. What are the things I did in 2013 that I haven’t done before?

I found this question hard to answer. I couldn’t remember anything. Thanks to my journal and to Facebook and Twitter, I got them scribbled.

a) It was my first time to go to a book bazaar. I made a reader in me. I bought books like never before: novels, poems and essay books, art books, and some literary selfies. Today, I got a collection of them, and I believe I need to buy a cabinet soon.

b) I created a literary blog (Taludturan) in Tumblr. I began to write poems again and was able to post/write more or less  50 poems this year.

c) I was able to follow several actions in tennis, table tennis, chess, basketball,  and football! Became a fan of Andy, Rafa, Masha, S. Williams, GMs Wesley, Aronian, Karjakin, and WC GM Carlsen, Azkals (of course), Barca, Gilas, Ma Long, WH, Zhang, Xu Xin, and a lot more.

d) I never reviewed and stayed up late like I did this year. Academics for the win. This is not an interesting topic. Skip.

e) It was my first time to take an Accounting exam without any review. The sad truth is, it was not for the heck of the experience, so I got a wasay!

f) My first time to go and spend some time in Camp John Hay, Riverside resort in Asin, and Pangasinan specifically BFAR. It was my first time to hold a sea cucumber, and be left at home for a field trip. Thanks for the second chances! Hahaha.

g) I guess I travelled a lot this year. I spent some days in the mountains of Quirino, enjoyed their falls and rivers there. I went to Aurora also and lucky to have “rock” hopping. Mehehe. I also had a time to enjoy the Anguib beach in Sta. Ana, Cagayan, and swam with the seaweeds.


2. Did I meet any of my important goals in 2013? What are my goals for next year?

I thank God for what I have become, for what I was able to achieve, and for everything I am holding onto.


2013 was a very fruitful year, and I say cheers to everyone who is part of this AWESOME life!


I maintained a blog! I became more aware of the blogosphere, made some friends with a number of bloggers, and was even fortunate to join Saranggola Blog Awards. I maintain three blogs today, this blog and the other two. Writing has become more fun this year.


Academics might not be so full of sweet successes, but what's important is that I passed and learned new things.


I stayed healthy and fit. It was this year that I couldn't remember the last time I was sick. Thanks to the enormous amount of water I am drinking and to my table tennis family. Sweating with you guys made it even better!


I developed a sense of positiveness and easygoingness. More friends and acquaintances were established. More food and small talks came along the way. Thanks to the Fine Art of Small Talk by Debra Fine, conversations have never been this effective.


I had fun but also had become silly. Cracking jokes were often so having other people hate me (us friends) was not a question. But making people abhor you so much feels so wrong, so at the end of the day, you try to make peace. 


All these being said, there is still a list of things I got to work out this 2014. I need to be more organized and be more understanding. I have to write and read more. I wish 2014 to be just fine or even better.


3. Did anyone close to me die?

My uncle. Lung cancer. My Lolo. Old age.


4. What countries did I visit?


I wish to travel the whole of ASEAN, Japan, Canada, and some other places but it’s not yet time.


5. What would I like to have in 2014 that I lacked in 2013.


An iPhone and pretty good savings.


6. What dates from 2013 will remain etched upon my memory, and why?


None? Maybe 11/12/13. Apocalyptic. I am never good at remembering experiences through dates. So friends, don’t feel less happy when I forget your birthdays. Don’t worry. When you call for a dinner, I’ll be there. And I might consider giving you a gift the next time, not if I forget.


7. What was my biggest achievement this year? What was my biggest failure?

I don’t know. There are several cakes and there also mess ups. Winning CATCUP1 maybe. My biggest failure is believing in a lie. But things were already fixed. Peace is what I want.


8. What was the best thing I bought?




These books and this small table. 


9. Whose behavior merited celebration?

Mama, papa, at mga kapatid for supporting me in all my endeavors, damay na rin ang mga small wants ko. Hehe. My friends for just keeping the lawn green. Sirs and ma’ams for appreciating the little things that I do.

10. Where did most of my money go?

According to my financial journal, most of my money was spent mostly in rent, clothing, food, and then books.

11. What did I get really, really, really excited about?

The development of Wesley So, Azkals, Gilas, and the games of my tennis idols.

12.   What song will always remind me of 2013?

Dreaming by Kim Soo Hyuk of Dream High. When I heard the song, I felt the emotion. It’s Korean but the title itself gives a hint of what the singer feels. This song is the most played in my playlist.

13.  Compared to this time last year, am I:

a) Happier or sadder?

Happier!

b) Thinner or fatter?

Fatter! When people begin to notice it, I would reply what one of my profs in Accounting would always say: I’m getting richer!

b) Richer or poorer?

Richer.

14.   What do I wish I’d done more of?

Preparing green and leafy breakfast, vegetable drinks!

15.  What do I wish I’d done less of?

Eating bread. Facebooking.

16. How did I spend Christmas?


Family reunion at Tugue. Visited Anguib beach.




16. Did I fall in love in 2013?

Fell in love with myself, and the great things that came along the way.

17. What was my greatest musical discovery?

Playing instruments once in a while takes you to different times of your past. It also makes you dream of the future.

18. What did I want and get?

A watch.

19. What did I want and not get?

TFIOS by John Green. Please, buy me one. :(

20. What did I do on my birthday?

We celebrated!



21. What one thing would have made my year immeasurably more satisfying?

Being able to beat kuya Mabs just a single game. Wahaha

22. Who kept me sane?

The ghost in my room, my friends who read my scribblings. 

23. Who was the best new person I met?

You just love the way people differ from each other: the way they look at you, the way they look at themselves, and the way they look at the beauty of life. They are the best in their own way.

24. A valuable life lesson I learned in 2013:

Keep going on, but enjoy the moment. Don't go to a place for selfies or Facebook's sake. 

25. A song lyric that sums up my year:

When the day that lies ahead of me
Seems impossible to face
When someone else instead of me
Always seems to know the way....
Then I look at you
And the world's all right with me
Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be
A lovely day

– Lovely Day, Bill Withers