I was talking to a good friend from college earlier. She is so ecstatic to learn that she is not the only one who is still single. I had to laugh aloud at the thought that we are all getting older but many of us have not tied the knot yet. Maybe because of the generation. Most people my age are like me. Single and very much available. hehehe
Anyway, I was really surprised when she mentioned a common acquaintance and felt her grudge against her. After all these years, she has never forgotten how the others in CHE treated us. They acted as if we don't exist. Though it was really sad, I realized that I have already moved on from this bitter past. When I entered the real world, the bit***s of FLCD were forgotten. Why in the world should I still think about what they think of me? In this place, we are all equals. It doesn't matter if you're prettier or richer or you got better grades. It was all about luck and abilities.
In college, I was considered a delinquent. I rarely go to class, I have few friends, and my grades were horrible. I acted as if I don't care but my face will turn red each time a teacher tells me that I have used up all the allowable absences. My body will feel numb each time the class is asked to form groups (because I know that nobody would dare ask me to join them). There are times that when I walk in a corridor, I can feel eyes staring at my unpressed shirt and cheap shoes.
There were also times that groups of other students will converge in a corner and I would be left counting imaginary sheep. I was too shy to approach them, afraid to say the wrong words or give the wrong impression. I hated going to school.
It was only when I realized that I am about to reach the MRR that I changed my ways. I still did not make a lot of friends but at least I did my best to attend my classes. I have learned how to write nonsense just to pretend I am busy when my teacher is late. When the class is asked to form groups, I approach the teacher and ask them to find me a group. I learned how to press my shirt and with my part time job at a fast food chain (and later as a private tutor), I bought reasonably priced shoes.
It was in my last year when I met my best friend. Up to now, we still communicate even if she has decided to live in the province. Through her, I met other good friends who looked me up in facebook and friendster.
My college life is not as great as my high school. However, I have learned to let go of the bitterness I felt in the past. My life is okay as it is and holding on to grudge will not benefit me in any way.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Remembering Cory
I was barely in my teens when she ruled as the president of the Philippines. I have little knowledge of politics and much less concern for my country. I only remembered how proud I was when she was mentioned in foreign media. She was woman of the month and named one of the most influential people of the 2oth century. She was also a Nobel prize nominee. One of the greatest things that Corazon "Cory" Aquino did for this country is to put it back in the world map.
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My high school history teacher, Mr. Florencio, have put it in the most appropriate sentence. "Corazon Aquino relighted the torch of democracy in the Philippines."
When her husband Ninoy died in 1983, Cory did not choose to flee. She chose to continue the battle that her husband started; in spite of the tragedy and the lack of political experience, she courageously faced the fight with faith and justice as armors. Her charisma and her bravery touched the hearts of the millions of Filipinos who fought with her in EDSA. Together, the country ousted the dictatorship and had the voice of the people rule the government once more.
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I must admit this, I was raised around people who were Marcos loyalists. The poverty of the people during her reign did not diminish. There were long brown out hours. There were several coup attempts. I was not a big fan back then because I can only understand very little.
When I gained more understanding over the years, I realized that in spite of these things, Cory Aquino was never once accused of graft and corruption like so many other presidents. I believe that this is a big achievement which I hope the next rulers will follow.
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What I admire most about this great woman, I must say, is her character. When she passed away, people remembered her goodness as a person. Her courage, her kindness, her faith, her love was always mentioned. Presidents have come and gone but I have not witnessed this kind of sympathy from the Filipinos. I believe it was because many ordinary people like me saw in her their own mothers, aunts, or neighbors.
Many of us witnessed her heart wrenching embrace when Kris went through a scandal. We saw how she supported her son Noynoy in his campaign. How she took care of her grandsons Joshua and baby James. We have heard how much she valued her driver, bodyguards, and household help.
Somehow, these acts have touched our hearts. We have seen Cory not only as a former president but also as a person.
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President Aquino,
We pray that you have found the peace that you deserve in the hands of our Creator.
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Corazon C. Aquino
January 25 1933 - August 1, 2009
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My high school history teacher, Mr. Florencio, have put it in the most appropriate sentence. "Corazon Aquino relighted the torch of democracy in the Philippines."
When her husband Ninoy died in 1983, Cory did not choose to flee. She chose to continue the battle that her husband started; in spite of the tragedy and the lack of political experience, she courageously faced the fight with faith and justice as armors. Her charisma and her bravery touched the hearts of the millions of Filipinos who fought with her in EDSA. Together, the country ousted the dictatorship and had the voice of the people rule the government once more.
---
I must admit this, I was raised around people who were Marcos loyalists. The poverty of the people during her reign did not diminish. There were long brown out hours. There were several coup attempts. I was not a big fan back then because I can only understand very little.
When I gained more understanding over the years, I realized that in spite of these things, Cory Aquino was never once accused of graft and corruption like so many other presidents. I believe that this is a big achievement which I hope the next rulers will follow.
---
What I admire most about this great woman, I must say, is her character. When she passed away, people remembered her goodness as a person. Her courage, her kindness, her faith, her love was always mentioned. Presidents have come and gone but I have not witnessed this kind of sympathy from the Filipinos. I believe it was because many ordinary people like me saw in her their own mothers, aunts, or neighbors.
Many of us witnessed her heart wrenching embrace when Kris went through a scandal. We saw how she supported her son Noynoy in his campaign. How she took care of her grandsons Joshua and baby James. We have heard how much she valued her driver, bodyguards, and household help.
Somehow, these acts have touched our hearts. We have seen Cory not only as a former president but also as a person.
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President Aquino,
We pray that you have found the peace that you deserve in the hands of our Creator.
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Corazon C. Aquino
January 25 1933 - August 1, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Remembering a Friend
"Mars, natatakot akong mag-trenta"
These were my exact words about a year ago while we were standing by his window at his old apartment. He nodded with a smile and said,
"Ako din."
Who would have thought that he will never live to see his 30th birthday?
Today is supposed to be his 30th. Knowing him, he would not let this day, or this month, pass without a blast. I can still recall last year's celebration. Beer was overflowing and everyone praised his efforts at learning how to cook menudo. He was very happy. Everything seems perfect. He had a good career going and he has found someone to come home to. All his friends went to his place and even his family made an effort to be there.
Until barely two months after, he decided to take his own life.
I can still feel the pain. Sometimes, the tears still come.
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His birthday celebrations never fails to hold an event that would forever be in the barkada's record of memories. Laging may eksena 'ika nga. Kasi laging masaya. If you want to see old friends that rarely show up during regular night outs, attend one of Ted's birthday parties and you're sure to see them. His parties don't need a formal invitation but it always seems to pass through the grapevine.
One of the most unforgettable parties was when he first moved to Marikina. He wore a wig and a two-piece swimsuit with matching stillettos as he entertained his guests. There were a lot of unexpected people and everyone had a great time. However, it was barely midnight when he had to retire to bed. A friend popped an ecstasy and a valium on his mouth plus he was so drunk. But he regained energy after barely two hours and the fun went on.
Another favorite party was held in project 3 wherein he invited his officemates from Sykes. Jayson was supposed to be there at noon but came at around 6 in the evening. Ted prepared the food by himself and he was so tired. When we came, he was almost stone drunk and we had to entertain the guests because he had to regain his energy.
On his 17th birthday, I am his only high school classmate who graced the occasion. This was the first time I met Jayson, Klang, Alex, and Peter. It was my first real "inuman" session.
There were so many good and happy memories made on this special day. I am just so sad because even if we can still continue celebrating, I will not be able to see my dear friend's drunken smile.
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These were my exact words about a year ago while we were standing by his window at his old apartment. He nodded with a smile and said,
"Ako din."
Who would have thought that he will never live to see his 30th birthday?
Today is supposed to be his 30th. Knowing him, he would not let this day, or this month, pass without a blast. I can still recall last year's celebration. Beer was overflowing and everyone praised his efforts at learning how to cook menudo. He was very happy. Everything seems perfect. He had a good career going and he has found someone to come home to. All his friends went to his place and even his family made an effort to be there.
Until barely two months after, he decided to take his own life.
I can still feel the pain. Sometimes, the tears still come.
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His birthday celebrations never fails to hold an event that would forever be in the barkada's record of memories. Laging may eksena 'ika nga. Kasi laging masaya. If you want to see old friends that rarely show up during regular night outs, attend one of Ted's birthday parties and you're sure to see them. His parties don't need a formal invitation but it always seems to pass through the grapevine.
One of the most unforgettable parties was when he first moved to Marikina. He wore a wig and a two-piece swimsuit with matching stillettos as he entertained his guests. There were a lot of unexpected people and everyone had a great time. However, it was barely midnight when he had to retire to bed. A friend popped an ecstasy and a valium on his mouth plus he was so drunk. But he regained energy after barely two hours and the fun went on.
Another favorite party was held in project 3 wherein he invited his officemates from Sykes. Jayson was supposed to be there at noon but came at around 6 in the evening. Ted prepared the food by himself and he was so tired. When we came, he was almost stone drunk and we had to entertain the guests because he had to regain his energy.
On his 17th birthday, I am his only high school classmate who graced the occasion. This was the first time I met Jayson, Klang, Alex, and Peter. It was my first real "inuman" session.
There were so many good and happy memories made on this special day. I am just so sad because even if we can still continue celebrating, I will not be able to see my dear friend's drunken smile.
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I know Ted likes it better when I write in Filipino because I can express myself better in that Language. I chose to write in English because I don't want to end up in tears after writing this. I miss him so much and I still feel guilty for all those times that I neglected him. I can't forgive myself for failing to read between the lines. I still feel that I have not been a good friend because I wasn't there during the time that he needed me most.
Wherever he is, I hope that he had already forgiven me.
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Two years ago, on this exact day, I was sitting in front of our old house with my ex. He looked aout the window and called me. I just shouted, "Happy Birthday!" but I did not bother going up and checking up on him. He had forgiven me for that.
I hope I can forgive myself for this.
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Ted,
Wherever you are, I hope that you had found your peace. We have not forgotten. You will always be in our hearts. There are still so many things that I would like to tell you but I still don't have enough words. You will always be in my prayers.
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Allan Ted G. Chin
July 7, 1979 - September 6, 2008
Monday, July 6, 2009
The Flu
I hate getting sick. It is the worst feeling in the world.
I'm down with the flu and although I am sure that this is not h1n1, I still hate it. I hate the chills, the unexplicable taste in my mouth and the headaches. I drank 4 bioflu tablets and hopefully, I will feel much better tomorrow.
I'm down with the flu and although I am sure that this is not h1n1, I still hate it. I hate the chills, the unexplicable taste in my mouth and the headaches. I drank 4 bioflu tablets and hopefully, I will feel much better tomorrow.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
moving out
After 21 long years, I finally stepped out of my paternal grandparents' home. It was a bit sad but a part of me is rejoicing. We are taking baby steps towards independence. It is time to prove our nosy neighbors and some relatives who look down on us that we are not destined to stay in that cave we have called home for so long.
Yet as I spend my first night here, I felt a deep longing for the noises in the nearby bar in our old place. I am not used to seeing an empty street at ten in the evening. The silence is quite deafening and I wonder how long would I last here.
But I don't want to disappoint my family.
So even if I miss the familiar, dingy and cave-like room - I will hold on to my will.
I am 30 years old, it's way past my growing up years and yet I feel like I am just beginning.
Yet as I spend my first night here, I felt a deep longing for the noises in the nearby bar in our old place. I am not used to seeing an empty street at ten in the evening. The silence is quite deafening and I wonder how long would I last here.
But I don't want to disappoint my family.
So even if I miss the familiar, dingy and cave-like room - I will hold on to my will.
I am 30 years old, it's way past my growing up years and yet I feel like I am just beginning.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
the past
Before I went home this afternoon, my co-teachers and I were talking about our past. High school and college memories that made us laugh and cry.And funny how these phases of our lives seem to be the most remarkable for all of us.
I can't help but shake my head every time the picture of myself in that awkward stage flashes in my brain. The unruly hair, the unpressed uniform, and the unmatched socks.When I recall how I used to look like, I stopped asking myself why nobody courted me or even had a crush on me back then. HAHAHA
Well, anyway, I stopped the regrets and instead tried to recall how good the past decade was. I had to smile at the memory of my addiction to leonardo di caprio and nick carter. How I used to wear cowboy boots with my dresses and how I used to drag around that awfully large giordano bag.
I can't help but be a bit nostalgic.So I searched for a few songs by the backstreet boys and finally admitted to myself that I loved that time. That time of innocence and wishful thinking. =)
I can't help but shake my head every time the picture of myself in that awkward stage flashes in my brain. The unruly hair, the unpressed uniform, and the unmatched socks.When I recall how I used to look like, I stopped asking myself why nobody courted me or even had a crush on me back then. HAHAHA
Well, anyway, I stopped the regrets and instead tried to recall how good the past decade was. I had to smile at the memory of my addiction to leonardo di caprio and nick carter. How I used to wear cowboy boots with my dresses and how I used to drag around that awfully large giordano bag.
I can't help but be a bit nostalgic.So I searched for a few songs by the backstreet boys and finally admitted to myself that I loved that time. That time of innocence and wishful thinking. =)
Friday, May 29, 2009
Something...
It was one ordinary day but I felt extraordinary. The weather is a blazing 36 but inspite of the heat, I feel fine.I don't know what brought about the change. Maybe it is because of the long rest or its just hormones. Whatever it is, it made me feel light and happy.
I think that something good is coming along. Perhaps a new love or tons of money, or a career opportunity. I don't know yet but somehow just the thought of something good coming my way is enough to shake the gloom surrounding me in the past few days. A few days ago, I had another bout of my periodic depression characterized by self pity, anger, and envy. But now, I could not care less. All I'm looking forward to is that something. That something that I am still not aware of up to this moment.
Well, I'm sounding like a freak now. I just hope that even if that something does not come, I can get away with the depression. I wish I'll be contented with this unexplainable hope I am feeling for great things to come. The feeling of being happy even without certainty is a blessing in itself and I will try to treasure this as long as I can. =)
I think that something good is coming along. Perhaps a new love or tons of money, or a career opportunity. I don't know yet but somehow just the thought of something good coming my way is enough to shake the gloom surrounding me in the past few days. A few days ago, I had another bout of my periodic depression characterized by self pity, anger, and envy. But now, I could not care less. All I'm looking forward to is that something. That something that I am still not aware of up to this moment.
Well, I'm sounding like a freak now. I just hope that even if that something does not come, I can get away with the depression. I wish I'll be contented with this unexplainable hope I am feeling for great things to come. The feeling of being happy even without certainty is a blessing in itself and I will try to treasure this as long as I can. =)
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