daily letter (day 10)

Day 1 — Your Best Friend

Day 2 — Your Crush

Day 3 — Your parents

Day 4 —Your sibling (or closest relative)

Day 5 — Your dreams

Day 6 — A stranger

Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush

Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend

Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet

Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to

Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to

Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain

Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you

Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from

Day 15 — The person you miss the most

Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country

Day 17 — Someone from your childhood

Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be

Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad

Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest

Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression

Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to

Day 23 — The last person you kissed

Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory

Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times

Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to

Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day

Day 28 — Someone that changed your life

Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to

Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

Dear Ex-friend,

It was summer 2 years ago when we became classmates and eventually became a very good and close friends. You have been so nice and kind to me. You have that captivating face and friendly aura that makes other girls fall for you. We were close for a week that we were almost inseparable. We shared secrets and experiences in love and we even have a secret handshake. And you know what? I think you purposely made every girl in our room fall for you. What a sneaky hidden agenda. I'm just happy that my boyfriend loves me so much that I can't let go of him, I didn't fall for your rubbish scheme.

But tell me, what really happened? I was waiting for you to talk to me first. But there's no more chance anymore. And I'm not hoping to be friends with you again. Thanks for the time before.

angel

MAY 10, 2010

This is the most anticipated date of the candidates for the election. I'm a first-time voter. Over the months they've been campaigning, I was also criticizing their campaign ads on how they annoyingly ruin my couch potato moments. You can hear their jingles everywhere in this town. And banners are hanging from one post to another.  And now, the streets are peaceful. The posters were slowly ripped off by the rain and wind (that's good). And I just woke up early this morning, and they handed me this: 

Vote buying, my friends. As a first-time voter, I experienced this; the very least thing I expected. So, that's how desperate our candidates are. My vote was PRICED! If I weren't broke today, I would've given it to someone else. OK, OK... I'm being plastic. I'm really broke and I need money to buy sanitary napkin. That's it. And since I left the house with an empty stomach, I bought few snacks in the sari-sari store. (Geez! While I was typing this sentence, I am feeling guilty because I was using the dirty money *sad*). Then, I reviewed the list of my candidates, getting ready to head off to my precinct in a school nearby. 

Well, I was greeted by the wet road. And as I was approaching the school, two guys gave me flyers. It was kinda annoying because it was such a waste of paper. And what do they expect of me to do with those? Me, will throw them all to the bin? Anyway, moving on. So I reached the school gate packed with voters searching for their names on their precincts. Me, so ignorant, don't really know what to do. So I just sat down, waiting for my cousin's cue. Then so much blahblahblah's happened. When my cousin told me to line up, I asked help from the personnel so I will know where's the end of the line. So there, I lined up and people were pushing other people who were already in line. Then there's this annoying manong who cut the line. I was really pissed off. Because when the line was half way towards the door, si manong sumingit, at marami nang sumunod!!! The last time I glanced at him, he was like 5-7 persons away from me. And when he cut the line, he was already 2 persons ahead of me. 

"'Yang naka-stripe! "Yan 'yung manong na sumingit sa pila. Nainis ako sa kanya kaya piniktyuran ko nalang sya. Bad trip, eh!"

After waiting for my turn, I signed my biometric info and got my ballot. Shaded the "bilog na may hugis itlog" beside the candidates' names. Submitted my ballot to the PCOS machine who ate my vote (hehe, just kiddin'), and a man put indelible ink on my forefinger. 

vain voter

And there I am, boasting that purple finger.

And oh, *tummy grumbles*, i forgot to eat my lunch.

ciao

after 24 hrs. of waiting for the usual text

hidobe (my name in his phonebook): gudnyt mine..imade a mstake knina, im sory..i knw ur nt mad anymor pro my angst prn,i hope thngs wil get beter n tym...

CawIsMine (his name in my phonebook): gudnyt

just this evening...

CawIsMine: im done pro ba2th p aq.,

hidobe:kkei, il w8..

CawIsMine:pued mg say ng i luv u?

hidobe:pwde kaau, kaw lang man hnhntay q.. *smiles and teary-eyed* i luv u mine

CawIsMine: I luv u luv :) xoxo mine

hidobe: (haay salamat, balik na sa dati txt nmin) Finally, mahal kta mine

CawisMine: mahal din poh kta mine.. wud?





hehe...this is what i've been waiting since yesterday. if we're texting this way, i know we're owkeiz

i'm a chick-en

so sir tambis favored me to take shots during the baccalaureate mass of the hours-from-now graduates. i can take pictures of them from anywhere except it is a Holy Mass where solemnity should be observed. i was afraid that maybe one of the instructors or whoever powerful may reprimand me for taking pictures while the mass is going on. another thing is that the battery is low before they handed it to me. that may be a good excuse to get out of the scene and stay inside the clarion office to charge the battery and update this blog. *whew*

so what i am trying to say is that you can ask me to take pictures of any occasion... "'wag lang sa misa". i pay respect to the priest and to those people who are sincere during the mass. there are only few of them who listens to the Word of God. let's give them a chance.

*to those who can read this, hope you understand. ^.^

peace?

"my heart was broken when he didn't wait for me; now i am trying to
put it back together with him."

almost all the time i can't stand it when i have to wait for him to say sorry. it would always be me who say that 's' word albeit it's his fault. i think i'm too pathetic to realize i am one. again, i did it. i said sorry. i can't stand here waiting for him to text me or buzz me or whatever. is this still called LOVE? i feel sorry for myself. but i don't want to be sorry if i will lose him. (there i am again, pathetic, as always).


anyway, reconciliation would always be helpful to mend whatever is broken. but would it still look new or it would be just like a recycled stuff made out of scraps we already used? whatever, it would always be us. i don't want and tend to be possessive but i just thought i became one. however, this love has driven me to something i was avoiding when i was little: insanity.

at this point, what matters is that we're back in almost one piece, we reconciled to each other (but no kisses), and we're at peace.