April 02, 2014
Dear Third Grade and Fourth Grade Teacher,
You may not expect this, but I've been trying to look you up on social networking sites eversince I heard about your unfortunate leave from the school. Friendster, Hi5, Twitter, Facebook, chatrooms, etc., and I've even Googled you every once in a while to see if your face or name would pop somewhere. Nada. I've been asking some people about you, too, but it seemed as though nobody really knew where you went after.
I've heard of the stories, and of the rumors, but I really can't put two and two together. I've had graduated a bit earlier to really be up-to-date on what had been happening. My Nanay used to fill me in with details, but I have a feeling she doesn't know the entire story, either. My brother would just nod at me, and then complain about the teacher they replaced you with. Not helping.
It's been, what, 10 years since we last saw each other? I bet you still have my first Chicken Soup for the Kids Soul that you borrowed and my Tweety Bird coin purse that you actually wanted? Hopefully so, since I've had a rough time explaining to my Nanay why I just easily gave it to you. It has been quite a while. They said you transferred to a rival school. Some said to a public school. Another said, you married a foreigner and had seen you happily pregnant at that time. I'd usually spend an entire night browsing and typing different variations and spellings for your name, in case you changed it or you might simply had been converted by those Jejemons lurking in the creepy, dark corners of the web. Nothing beats the bad vibrations I feel everytime I see those alphanumerical versions of common words and phrases. Nothing.
But still, zero. Not a piece of new information about you all these years. Really, where are you now? It doesn't matter anymore what happened, especially if it had been a bad experience, but what matters is a reunion with you and my batch. You'll be surprised that you're probably giving most of us some three hours' worth of lecture and sermons. We'd be okay with that. We just want to see you again, and keep in touch afterwards. A little visit from time to time won't hurt, will it?
Hope you stumble upon this, and know immediately that it's you I'm referring to. Hope you still remember me, too.
I miss you! I've got loads of stories to tell you, and I'll even give you a teaser of how my current lovelife flourished. *wink*
Hope to see you soon!
The Once Cute Cry-Baby Student You Teased About Not Having A Promisory Note And Not Being Allowed To Take The Exam ♥
To my friends :) And my viewers.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Monday, March 31, 2014
April 01, 2014
Dear One and Hopefully Forever Only Ex,
Happy, uhh, third year break up anniversary!
You probably know this already, but I honestly thought you were only pulling out an April Fools' prank when you dumped me. Hahahaha. Yes, for real. But we're over all of that now, correct?
This letter probably doesn't really mean anything, and I hope it doesn't sound like I'm trying to hit on you. Yikes. We don't want that, eh?
So yeah. We're already friends again. And cheers to us, especially me, since I'm no longer acting as the bitter ex-girlfriend that I was during those times when I was still single and you having broken the Popoy-Basha Three-Month Rule. I know. I admitted that already, and I actually am grateful for having experienced that. It does feel really good to look back and see myself acting incredibly childish for having hacked your Facebook account and copying a few exchange of "I love yous" with your new (now current) girlfriend. I still have it, by the way, in case I'm gonna need to blackmail you so you'll help me with something not related to our past. Yes, I'm evil. Hahahahaha. Things like that could come in handy someday.
Well, stay happy! :)
Stay corny, and just always be a better version of yourself if you can. I'm still a friend, and as weird as this sounds, I'd like to be friends with the current love of your life, too. I'm not so sure about rules of exes, really. But know that I'm thankful to have you as a Kuya.
Good luck, God bless.
Your Really Weird Ex-Girlfriend Number X Minus 1
March 31, 2014
Five years and incrementing, we've been close at heart. We've had our fair share of fights, fears, eye-rolling, teasing, and... eating.
I know, I know. I'm getting sentimental again, even though it's not necessary. Duh. You're not used to that yet? LOL.
Well, alright. I miss you. Happy now? I miss our rampahan, dress ups, eating, malling, window shopping, ukay-ukay, eating, overnights, case studies, eating, movie marathons, wala lang dramas, outings, sale escapades, eating, planning what to wear, dividing tasks, eating, and, again... eating.
Life was simple for us, but extremely fun. I never really expected us to be this solid even now, despite the distance. Manila, Taguig, Cebu, Mandaue, Aklan, Guimaras. Whaaaaaat? So where's our point of intersection? Nyehe. Corny. That's fine. We're supposed to rule the country one day, right? I'm thinking of moving somewhere in Mindanao to complete the LuzVisMin. Joke! No way for now.
I can't wait anymore for May 25th to come! I'm soooooooooo going to see you all again, and I'm pressured na. :p
Just come, okay?
See you all soon.
Nhe Roj ♥
Sunday, March 30, 2014
March 30, 2014
Let me start with this advice: You can push yourself hard, but don't push yourself too much.
I know, right? Self advices are oftentimes always the hardest things to follow. And more often than not, without the discipline, we tend to do exactly the opposite of what we tell ourselves.
Yes, you have looked back and seen life get torn to bits and pieces, and yet, you wouldn't budge. Not an inch, not until you finally see your life in constant progress. Despite all the hardships, the heartaches, the tears? Despite all the achievements, the victories, the blessings? Perhaps you haven't really budged for a long time.
You've been pushing yourself here and there, trying to get things done in the quietest way you could. Less hassle in having a few people know what you've been up to. And yes, there's a lot to be thankful for. It has been just less than two years since college graduation, and others may not know it, but you've done so much. So much that you can probably die in peace right now if your time is up. But as usual, you'd probably say back that it's all not enough.
You have a lot of plans on your mind that you can't sit still and wait for the right timings. You'll probably just push yourself too much, anyway. So for what's it worth, just enjoy your future bumpy rides.
I love you, Self.
Just don't forget to step on the brakes when you need a break. :)
Saturday, March 29, 2014
I'm back. And I'm going to start my 2014 entries with a challenge: to write 100 letters. This won't be an everyday thing, but I wish I can finish all 100 letters within the year.
I'll try as much as I can to not mention names, but I hope someday, somehow, my letters will reach the people they are written for.
Ready or not, here I go.
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Those scary early-morning-overthinking moments.
Monday, May 13, 2013
Sunday, May 12, 2013
How much is my love?
Do you ask?
Not for sale.
You give me bouquets,
Bring me to buffets,
Your gifts are sapphires,
And your love on fire.
Then some chocolate
As we're awed by the Golden gate,
And you made me wear pearls
to match my pretty curls.
How much is my love?
Must you ask?
Not for sale.
I care not about your money,
Your wealth, or your fame.
I care not about these things.
Flattery is not my game.
My love is not for sale.
Nor for rent, nor for exchange.
My love is free
To anyone who'll freely love me.
How much is my love?
You ask me.
A penny of kisses to a dollar of love.