I hated it when I was reprimanded for blocking the pedestrian lane (even though I was already backing up). But it is a simple rule that every driver should know. Otherwise, there is a price to pay. In my case, it was P500.

Schools, I believe, have simple rules. If you break them, you know there is a consequence.

Ok, di 'ko na mapagconnect, haha.

Hindi ko iniaalis ang karapatan ng isang manunulat na ihayag ang kanyang sarili. Ako ay hindi manunulat. Kaya hindi ko alam kung paano ihayag ang aking sarili at hindi ko rin alam ang mga alituntunin sa panunulat o pamamahayag. Paikot-ikot ('pag may time?) na ako.

Respeto. Lahat siguro tayo, 'yan ang hinihingi. I-respeto mo ang karapatan kong ibahagi ang aking karanasan, sabi ng isa. Bigyang galang ang institusyon at mga tao nito na patuloy na nagsusumikap upang makapaghatid ng dekalidad na edukasyon, sabi ng kabilang panig.

Paumanhin, ako ay may pagkiling sa kabilang panig. Dahil ako ay galing sa kabilang panig. Labing isang taon... ito ay itinuring kong pangalawang tahanan, ang mga guro, aking pangalawang magulang. Oo, may mga reklamo din ako at ang aking mga kamag-aral sa mga kalakaran nung panahong iyon. Ngunit, wala namang nangyaring masama sa pagsunod namin.

Ang patakaran na pagsuot ng kulay na pula, itim o puti bilang "ponytail" o "hairband" ay tila mababaw. Kung magtatanong ka kung bakit may ganitong klaseng patakaran, hindi malayong iba-iba ang maririnig mong dahilan. Kung ang simpleng alituntunin na ito ay mahirap intindihin at sundin, pa'no pa kaya ang mga kautusan/pangaral ng isang relihiyon o batas ng isang bansa?

Respeto. Isang konsepto na kung iyong isasabuhay ay malalaman mo kung paanong magpahayag nang hindi nakakasakit ng damdamin ng iba. Matuto po sanang bumusina.

Ipinagmamalaki ko na ako ay galing sa Assumption Antipolo. Hindi ako maimpluwensiya, hindi ako sikat. Wala akong "followers" sa Twitter maliban sa aking mga kakilala. Ito ay simpleng pagtanggol at pasasalamat lamang sa institusyong humubog sa aking pagkatao. 

Hindi ako ang ehemplo ng isang perpektong mag-aaral, pero sana naisabuhay ko ng maayos lahat ng sinubok na ipaintindi sa akin noon. Sa aking mga naging guro, maraming salamat po.

I am not a perfect person. But I pray to God I don't offend anyone.

... this is in response to a blog post by a celebrity...

I lied...

I lied in my previous post. I haven't visited my own site until this morning...

The Return

The return to blogging...

I regret that I've not been able to record some milestones in my life lately. It's time that I immortalize them (assuming the internet will never die).

Don't "Sshhh" Me

I am an opinionated person. I know that I have a lot to say about something. But I am usually afraid to talk, afraid to let my stand known.

I have a lot of stories to tell. But sometimes, I'm afraid that I might bore people around me. So I choose not to share.

However, when I do talk, I want to be heard. I want that my thoughts be respected.

It's that time again

I don't mind being alone.

But I don't like being lonely.

Running Out...

My patience is running out. And I hate that I can't write about it, I can't tweet about it, I can't express it.

I can, but I am choosing not to elaborate.

My patience is running out. And I feel like running out of it -- I want to turn my back on the issue -- I want to escape.

But I won't.

My patience is running out. And I hope they realize that.

But they won't.

This is frustrating.

Minor Surgery

So I just had my first hospital experience, that is, I got admitted for the very first time. It was just a minor procedure. But I couldn't judge my level of pain tolerance so I was really, really scared. I don't want pain.


In the morning of August 2, there I was in the OR of Medical City, wide awake. I talked to my doctors and nurse while the procedure was ongoing. Asked stupid questions, complained even when there's nothing to complain about. I wanted to keep my mind off what was happening. It helped! I was expecting the pain to be worse than it was. But I got through without crying! :)


I'm home now. I still couldn't walk and sit properly. And I have to take pain relievers to lessen the pain.


My take away from this experience? Have it checked at once. Oh, and... a lot of sense of humor can get you through a painful procedure.