T'was Been A While

It has been a while since the last time I posted something here in the blogosphere. But I think that 'while' is not that long. You see, I have become too busy these past few weeks, and still I am busy. I am sparing a bit of my time for this post. I need to write something useful than to write a technical report of which I find very boring. Boring because I am not a scientific writer.

See that guy over there? that's the 'student me'. Yeah, 'student me' reading the hell of a map, working in the field, walking under the excruciating heat of the sun, because of one thing - to pass this major subject. This course, geology, is hard yah know. If I didn't shift to this one, I could have graduated BS Math by now.

And do you know what time of the year is this? SUMMER. Summer. The time of the year when all of the people in the world are supposed to have fun, fool around with some pretty ladies in the sand, and play computer games in the house 24/7. Go to Cebu or Manila for a city escapade. Or how about to Mabinay and visit my adorable grandpa. Eat some Kamoteng kahoy, apara amd anagon. Go to the baol and watch him as he do the cultivating while I do the eating of mga sinag'on. And after a day's stressful work of watching TV, I rest at the balcony of his old fashioned two-storey house. How's that?

But NO. Here I am, late at night, making a group report to be passed tomorrow morning 8AM. For sure I am able to finish this report two days ago but my group mates gave me the field data hours ago. They are/were such a big help. I couldn't ask for more. I love them so much I want to squeeze them one by one. It's okay because they have a valid reason. They were processing their enrollment for their OJT so they just, yah know, temporarily rejected the idea that the deadline is tomorrow.

I am not complaining. Really. I AM NOT!

Goodbye! Have a good day!

All of a Sudden...

A few days ago, I became very much excited about my OJT that I hurriedly and immediately worked on the documents/Identifications that the Lepanto Mining Incorporated is requiring. There goes my Barangay Clearance, Birth Certificate, Police Clearance, Medical Clearance, and others which are very much needed with my training in Baguio Philippines! Isn't that cool? I mean, literally cool because it's cold there.

Oh, I forgot to mention that it is one of the three biggest mining corporations here in the country ( Lepanto makes a big deal of money in our income tax return every year). Then after that, I went to the bank to open my nth savings account. When suddenly:

Bank Personnel: You don't have a middle name, why did you put a M.I. here?

Me: Pardon?

Bank Personnel: Look at your birth certificate. It states here that you don't have a middle name. That means you only need to put your name and surname or else I won't allow you to open a savings account in this firm.

Me: I'm sorry Ma'am. I didn't know. Let me erase and correct the documents.

I was really sad. It was like "Mom! Dad! What the hell were you thinking when you were there in the hospital? Don't you know that I need a middle name? I want to hit your faces one after the other, back to back!"

My world fell apart in a brief period of time. All of life's loneliness, and miseries of living alone since first grade have resurfaced. Mom and Dad are pieces of jerks. That's the problem when you are not ready to raise a child. And since my birth was unexpected, they must be so worried and rattled, that they forgot to write a Middle Name in my birth certificate. Mom and Dad were irresponsible back then. My Birth Certificate shows that. I'm now having problems with my academic documents since I am using a complete name with an 'E' in the middle for all these years.

Agayyyyyy... Ang Sakit!

In bisaya or in the visayan dialect, the word agay is the counterpart of the english word ouch. I had my tooth removed this afternoon. Here it goes...

Dentist: Sabihin mo lang pag masakit ha...

Me: Okay doc...

Dentist: Ito na...basta dapat kalmado ka lang

Me: Okayy...

Dentist: Ito..Masakit ba?

Me: Wala doc. (I lied. There was a bit of pain. I thought I could carry it all the way because I am a man. At ang tunay na lalakit ay hindi nakakadama ng sakit. Bwahahahaha....)

Dentist: Good...

1...2...3... Half of my tooth was removed....

Me:Agayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy... Mama, tabanggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg.... Agayyyyyyyyyyyyyy.... Sakita uyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy....

Note: I will share to you the true story next time. Not now...

FTMAG Tagged Me, Let's See...

I've seen so much about this stuff, the 'get to know me game' I mean, where bloggers are tagged by their fellow bloggers to answer a few questions. So, I think this is my turn. Thanks Mai Yang of The Flora The Most Awesome Goddess.

However, since I am not a law-abiding citizen (I am but not here.), I will put an end to this game. Therefore, I will not tag anyone. Hahaha...

11 Random Things About Me:

1) Mabait, maganda, at maunawain ba ang mga magulang niyo? Well, panis silang lahat sa mama ko. I think my mom is the best mom in the world. I always think about her and my sister.

2) My heart is half good and half bad. Meaning, I am sweet-tempered and at the same time, hot-tempered. I am really really kind, but when provoked, I am very very bad. Hindi ako takot makipagsuntokan! Pero huwag lang sa school. Takot akong ma-expel or ma-suspend. 

3) Wala akong bisyo. Hindi ako umiinom. Hindi nagyoyosi. Hindi nagpa-party party. Ang tanging bisyo ko lang ay ang palagiang pag-iisip sa babaeng pakakasalan ko.

4) I am a poor guy. I've got no place called home that's why me and my sister are living in different places, separately. Masaya naman kami. Asteeg yun! Nomads!

5) People who don't know me call me suplado. Maraming tao ang medyo ilang sa akin kasi yung mukha ko hindi friendly. Wew. Tapos tahimik lang ako. Kunwarian lang yun para maka-attract ng babae. I talk very often pag may gustong makipag-usap.

6) I am very much dedicated to any work (with pay of course) but if some people try to impede my work or pag-defective yung boss, nakakawala ng gana yun, so I quit right away. Pero never akong nag-quit sa publication namin. I like this one.

7) I am real. I show to my friends, to my family, and to anyone who I am. They know that I am a certified corny joker. But they also know that I'm a man with principle. Pag may nakita akong problema, sinasabi ko talaga, at pag-sobra na, nagagalit talaga ako.

8) Two and half years na akong single. Aksaya ng pera at panahon kasi pag may nobya. I've got to finish my studies first because I am a very ambitious man. And a man like me does not need any woman as of this moment. Pero hindi ko ipagkakailang may mga random girls ako. Okay lang rin naman sa kanila so okay lang din sa akin.

9) BS Geology student ako. So medyo masasagot ko ang mga katanugan ninyo about earth sa abot ng makakaya ko. Mahirap maging BS Geo. Maliban sa classroom, palagi kaming may field activities. Muntik ko nang makalimutan, features editor ako ng weekly publication namin.

10) I can understand all forms of media. Nakakaintindi ako pag nag-uusap kami ng website developer namin. I can distinguish a good lay-out from the bad one. I know if which one is a good newspaper. At nagagalak ako pag ginagamit nila ang mga suhestiyon ko. Because everytime I make a suggestion, I do research first para naman hindi ako mapahiya.

11) Feeling artist ako. Kaya naman pag-nagpi-paint ang mga artists namin, sumasabay ako. Pero matagal ko nang alam ito --> The Writer is the Artist Himself. As of this moment, I am honing my craft in creative writing. Hindi artists ang mga jourrnalists. Pero artists ang mga creative writers.

Questions of FTMAG

Why do think you're tagged in this game?
--> Na-tag ako dahil wala kanang ibang ma-tag.
What is your ideal girl/guy?
--> Ideal girl? sa utak lang yun. Wala naman talagang ganun eh. "Dahil kapag ang pag-ibig sumagi sa puso ninoman, hahamakin ang lahat makamit ka lamang."
What turns you off (girl/guy)?
--> I can hardly understand the question. Let me try, matu-turn off ako pag medyo madaldal yung babae tapos walang content yung sinasabi.
Do you believe in love and marriage?
--> Ay aba eh, oo naman. Kung walang love, wala ka ngayon Mai Yang. Naniniwala ako sa pag-ibig at kasal. Teka, nasabi ko na ba sayong may pakakasalan na ako? Pero one-sided lang in my part.
What would you do if you only have 24hours left in your life?
--> bobombahan ko ang kulungan ng mga Ampatuan. Tapos, makikipag-usap ako sa mga MILF and NPA. Kakain kami sa Jolibee with my family. Tapos sasabihin ko sa babaeng pakakasalan ko na, "Will you make love with me?"
If you're to travel somewhere, name 3 persons you wanna bring along with and where?
--> Mama ko. Sister ko. Asawa ko.
When was your first kiss and who?
--> Secret.
What do you hate the most in a person?
--> I hate people who hate me. I give them chance though.
Who do you look up to the most?
--> Me. Sino pa ba? alangan ba naman si Barack Obama. Negro yun. Ngeeee... Si Noynoy? Ayaw ko dun. Wala na yung buhok sa ulo.
How do you see yourself 5 years from now?
--> Earning much money. May bahay na at wheels! Mag-add ka pa ng two years at kasalan na.
If you have something to say to the tagger (that is me), what would it be?
--> Mai Yang, alam mo, para kang ponkan.

Kung May Merong Tayo (Sana Naman)...

(Note: This is just nothing. I was bored while making a technical report so I made this one. This entry, which is in a form of a poem but not really a poem at all, is dedicated to ehemmm...)

Habang may sikat pa ang araw, tinitingnan kita ng pa-unti-unti

Nung ika'y umalis, nagsisisi kung bakit di nalang kita tinitigan

Pero kung tinitigan kita baka mag-freak out ka, so mali yun

So, siguro okay lang na pa-unti-unti, paminsan-minsan

Alas unse kagabi, maliban sa dota, iniisip kita

Ramdam ko ang yung pagtawa, ang kislap ng yung mata

Alas dose na, ano ba, di ako makatulog, ikaw kasi eh

Ano ka ba? umalis ka nga sa isipan ko. Ayaw ko magka-stress

Oh, ala-una na ng madaling araw, ika'y hanap hanap

Alas tres na't gusto na kitang makita. Ang tagal naman...

Alas singko na, puya't na ako, magkikita tayo mamaya

At nagkita nga tayo, kinumpleto't pinasaya mo ang araw ko.

Psalm 23...

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:

he leadeth me beside the still waters.He restoreth my soul:

he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil:

for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. 

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:

thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:

and I will dwell in the house of theLord for ever.

The Book of Psalms...

"Alam mo Dear? Mahal na mahal kita. Mahal na mahal kita... Gusto ko lang malaman mo yun... Mahal na mahal kita... Lumaban ka naman oh. Please... Sobrang unfair mo naman. Akala ko ba kakain pa tayo ng seafoods sa restaurant. Bukas na yun eh. Mag-di-date tayong dalawa."

She took his hand into her face. She closed her eyes and felt his hand -- his hand that was like any other hand had now turned into something special, something more precious than anything around her. She shed her tears as they fell down one by one. For the next few minutes, she stayed like that, standing still beside his bed,  as if it was the last time that she could feel the warmth of his skin, the beat of heart, and the goodness of his soul.

Starting 3 o'clock in the morning, I checked his heartbeat per minute and oxygen rate from time to time. His condition turned severe turned to nearing death, I supposed. But she knew it, too. She knew it long before I did. On Monday afternoon, his mental condition was unstable. He called names of people who were not there at all. "Sino ka?" he asked his wife. And all she did was to cry.

He was gasping for air, and every time his heart skipped a beat, I would stand up and check him out. 182 beats per minute... 192 beats per minute.... 85 oxygen.... 70 oxygen... 55 oxygen... No... No... Please... Stop... Stop... And then, the unexpected happened... Flat line..........................

My Tito Mat, brother of my father, has just passed away on Monday, February 27, 2012, at exactly 4:28 in the morning. I was with her wife, Tita Joy. Tito Mat, whose heartbeat I checked every a few seconds up to his last breath, wherever you are right now, we want you to know that you are remembered and loved.

HE said that when some things are taken away, good and better things will be given in return. But the truth is, some things are IRREPLACEABLE . When her husband died, her heart went with him, too. She has lost something that can never be found again. But HIS promises are all so true, at the right time, good and better things will shower upon his family. HIS will shall not be questioned because in it are nothing but good, perfect, and pleasing.

He is a good man. He has touched the hearts of many, including mine. He is calm and patient.  A good father. A good husband. And the bible says, to be absent in the body is to be present with the Lord.

Woman, You Ain't Cheap...

"Can I see your thighs? Can I see your legs? Can I see your neck? Pag-ito sinabi ng boyfriend mo sayo, ito ang gagawin mo. Kunin mo ang pitaka mo at kumuha ka ng 80 pesos. Papuntahin mo siya sa Mang Inasal. Maraming thighs, breast, legs, at necks dun! unlimited rice pa! Oh come on, girls, hindi kayo cheap! at kayo naman boys, hindi cheap ang mga babae."

This was the statement of Pastor **** (I don't really know who he is, ever since I was 16, I don't take into account the names of the pastors of the churches of the places that I have live with. You see, I am a nomad. And it is first time that I am staying in one particular place for almost four years already. Perhaps, college is different.) His sermon on Sunday was the last installment of the four-part series called 'The Love Difference'. What's that? Don't ask me. I don't know either.

So there he went talking about love, lust, and sex. Nah, I can no longer remember all the things that he said. He is so loquacious, and his character was of a modern preacher. Very trendy. It was really a nice discussion though. He cited two important points:

1) Fall inlove by means of character not by emotion because your emotion will betray you. Your heart is the greatest deceiver.

2) Marriage is not a chance, it is a choice. You will only choose one person out of the millions out there. That is already a big deal. Choose the person who will suit your temperament. The one who is a good provider. The one who can be your companion at difficult times, the one who will share with you the happiness, and at the same time, the sorrows of being parents to your little monsters who will later on become hard-headed adults. Parenthood is a tough job. Choose someone who can be your best friend.

Pakakasalan ka tapos hindi ka rin naman pala kayang pakainin tatlong beses isang araw, saan ang pag-ibig dun? --> I must absorbed this one...

I Hate You Pa... (Just A Bit Though)

I rarely see him, my father. Once a year, perhaps. (Once every two years to extreme the rarity.) I was actually excited about meeting him that I needed to leave my instructor and my geology classmates while trekking the hinterlands of Negros Oriental.

I was dirty and all. Name it. Mud stains all over my shirt. I soiled my pants. The bus passengers, no doubt, must have concluded that I was a hinterland boy going down to the more civilized town to buy some goods. I sat on the center aisle of the bus because there were no longer vacant seats. Everyone looked at me.

When I got off the bus, I saw him directly, sitting in a chair along with my uncles and cousins. He, too, saw me, and looked at me for a brief period of time. When I say brief, it means three seconds. He smiled, a bit. That's all. No words at all. I wanted to kick him. Nevertheless I was happy because I saw my grandpa. I haven't seen him for a while since he remarried. I wanted to kick him, too, when I have learned that he'd marry another woman. I hope he still remembers my Lola who now resides in heaven.

The helper of the house offered me something to eat. I chewed the meat like bubble gum because it was not properly steamed-cook. Father, on the other hand, sat beside me and ask me this lame question: "Nus-a ka uli yan? (Ryan, when are you going home?)" I just arrived and you want me to go home right away. Damn you! I wanted to tell him. But I didn't. Instead I answered him politely.

Father is tall, a six-footer. My cousins are all tall, too. They range from five-foot nine to six-foot four. I am the smallest, not to mention the thinnest. But my father and I almost look the same. He has a   mole on the left outer-lining of his nose. Fair-skinned, a bit chinito. It's just that he is the silent type while me, on the other hand, is not really that silent. He is also a Chick Boy, the certified one. Me? I like women. Just that.

He is my father. I like him that way. :)

Best Valentines Ever

Pinagtripan ako ng mga klasmeyts ko noong Lunes, araw bago mag Valentines Day. Sinapak ako sa mukha ng ilang beses. Medyo masakit din. Hehehe. May mga pasa sa'king mukha. Hihihi. Gusto ko sanang gumanti pero nasa loob kasi ng skul eh. May araw din sila sa akin. Anyways, while resting on my bed this week, since I didn't feel like going out because of the minor physical injuries that were drawn all over my face, I have decided to make a poem.

Pag sinabi ko ba sayong gusto kita, maniniwala ka?

Ano bang magiging reaksyon mo? Tutunga lang ba o speechless?

Tatakbo ka ba, kakabahan, I'm sure mag-fre-freak-out ka

Pero alam ko ang isasagot mo -- Ewan ko sayo, ang panget mo!

Note: Poem ba 'to? resulta lang siguro 'to ng mga pasa ko sa mukha. It was the best Valentines ever.