Blueprints on Worksheets

The So Ano Na One There was silence, deep meaningless silence. I didn't want to talk to you because you placed me in a situation I hated. That night started it all. That text message started it all. I felt bad how you treated the message. And you put me in that situation where I regret. Weeks have passed and still there was silence. I wondered if you didn't notice because you kept your own. You lived your own. I was beginning to accept the possibility that this would be how it ends, how it should end. But I tried to wait. Now we're here, not knowing where to stand. Confused. I've broken the silence, and so have you. But something is still missing. I'm here waiting.

The Fat One It's just simple. I don't like giving compliments. I don't like expressing appreciation. Especially with friends. ESPECIALLY WITH CLOSE FRIENDS. I think people who say good things about other people, especially those who regularly do, need something back, want something back. I don't need that. For me, it's enough that people stay despite my attitude towards them. It's what true friends are. They'll stay despite everything that goes wrong with you. They'll accept you for who you are, for what you are. That's what I really appreciate. However, to show my appreciation, I don't use words. Words are for fools. Nobody takes a "thank you" seriously, especially from someone who seemingly barely means it. And that's what gifts are for. For people who are true. For people who know how to accept others. For people like you. Merry Christmas!

The Show The bell started ringing at half past fourth He rushed down to see and stood by the door Thinking if life was worth opening it He just waited till it was half past fifth That which was gloomy started to feel light The chill of that be started to feel warmth The long deep silence was broken by the ringing The feeling got different like he was floating The ringing paused for a while and then grew louder He was rearing to open for time ran faster But there was hesitation he can’t go further For there by the door with him there stood another That other he knew, he too, wanted to open For that other he knew has long been waiting for that moment For that other he knew, he knew, felt the same For that other he knew, he was a friend who too hesitates The light that came started to be gloom The warmth that caressed started to chill There came the long pause but still there was ringing He tried to walk away but his thoughts were collidin

The Drive I can't tell what went wrong The silence was deafening A few moments ago, we were on a roll. Words can't fit the minutes that passed. As we ran the streets of the city. Trying to find a way To delay Just to be there Alone with you in the car Driving in circles. Passing by where we should be. Savoring the moment the talk And when we were about to part The words left our mouth I tried to break the silence But it didn't last We just had to part in silence Why it ended that way I hope it stayed that day

I miss those nights, apparently.

There's nothing to blog about. Not the fact that I'm still confused about some stuff though I like that sense of uncertainty this brings because, well, it makes tomorrow worth waiting for Not the fact that I hate jeepneys or perhaps their drivers who don't follow traffic rules, who clog the street and stop wherever they want to, who don't give the exact change or pretend they'd forgotten about it, who drive like maniacs on the road, and especially those who say "naghahanap buhay lang" whenever confronted by an accident, a road raged person, or a traffic rules enforcer due to their behavior. Not the fact that I think almost all traffic signs and similar stuff in text(no jaywalking, no beggars, no loading unloading parking, no etc.) written in english are stupid because not everyone who is supposed to understand the sign can read, and that not everyone who is supposed to read the sign understands english. Not the fact that I still am deeply in love with traf

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Stone Everything, to me, is trivial. I fail in an exam, after a few minutes, I laugh at it. I get in a fight with a person, after a few minutes, I make a joke out of it. I lose something, I laugh about it. Then again,.. Just a few weeks ago, I’ve become victim to thieves, while I was asleep in a bus. Unfortunate for the thief, there’s nothing much for him or her to use in what he got from me; well, unless he’s also a civil engineering student. To that incident I lost a nice backpack, a set of mechanical pencils, a few important documents that weren’t really mine, an old tumbler, a nice jacket which I barely used, and a very Fluid Mechanics textbook. A few weeks ago, I was thinking that in the days to come, I would just laugh at the incident and make it trivial. But now, the loss haunts me. I really liked that book. It was really a lot of use to me. And now that I’m struggling in that which I use it for, I miss it. Not one of the generic book stores here has a decent copy that I

The Stone, The Drifter, The Lover and Me As of the time being, I just officially refused passing a Machine Problem on a subject which I barely understood due to the fact that I feared asking questions or clarifications about the lessons due to the fact that I fear I was the only one who would ask due to the fact that I was slow in comprehending stuff due to the fact that I was lazy to think and I fear it would prove how undeserving I was to where I was thus proving the last. Also, I just finished reading the latest chapter of my most favourite Manga, I just finished typing nearly 50% of a technical report due in 14 and ½ hours, I just realized how low I got in my most recent exam in our Transpo. Eng’g. Subject (a whoping 15%! And that was an open notes exam! Oh well, what’s new), I just realized how the semester is about to end and how I almost am failing in everything except, well, nothing. I’m near in concluding how messed up this week is, this semester is, and that, maybe I’d

I can’t remember when I started doing this. I can’t even tell why I started doing this. In a nutshell maybe, I like people knowing what I think, what I feel. I am not vocal on these things because my mouth doesn’t know how to talk. It, I think, was only meant for sarcasm, for criticism, for ridicule, for casual talk. Never for praise, for compliment, for something serious. Because, God knows, when things get serious, I escape. I shut down. But then this came; my very first blog . No, it’s not this blog, this blog . My first ever. Where most are whims of my spirited teenage years. As I start rereading, I can’t help mock my self. I don’t see myself like this today. And I can’t stop laughing at my self, laughing at my thoughts. These were thoughts from a shut mouth, words from a closed mind These words were from a time when I was crazy over a lot of things. These words were from me. But now, I can’t see myself saying these things. Times change, and it

This happened not long ago. It was the third month of the school year, a family day, in my first year as a college student in MGCS. It was August of the year 2005. Back then we lived in a 2-level dormitory where seniors reside in separate rooms on the third floor while juniors had to stay on shared rooms on the second. I was privileged to already be a senior since I studied in the same institution during High School; hence I had my own room! Back at home, I shared my room with my younger brother and there’s nothing much I could do to make it homely the way I would so there in the dormitory, I did all I could to personalize my room. I had throw pillows, a bean bag, some cartolina, curtains, shelves, some old pictures, and some cloth running on the wall. The walls were low, and didn’t close to the high ceiling and they were made with light materials so it was easy do decorate them. Every week, I changed the setting of my room. I was free to do so! I once tied my blanket over

Awhile ago, I had one of my most emotion-inducing moments in college. Not that I always have those moments. It’s just that, awhile ago, I never expected to have a me-time. I never have these moments save for love-life related issues. And so it goes. I went back to the dorm early since I figured I’d have nothing much to do at the Agu-tambayan and I felt like resting or doing some computer stuff. As is to be planned, after the people are done doing non- lakwatsa stuff, I’d invite them to dinner and to hang out someplace. Seemingly, plans don’t really work out as I please. At past 8pm, I started inviting people to dinner through SMS. I was getting pretty hungry since the last meal I had was approximately 10 hours ago, and it wasn’t really what I call a fulfilling meal. 10 minutes passed yet I still haven’t received a single reply from the people I contacted. I signed a late permit at the dorm desk as I thought I’d be having a long night. Since no one yet replied, I decided to go and hav

It's Sunday! A lazy day, nothing to do, nowhere to go, just a day in the house. A typical day for radio stations to play "old" songs, mostly from the 80's and 90's. A perfect combination for that nostalgic feeling! A few minutes ago, the radio was playing a song which brought me back to my elementary days. But somehow, I can't really picture the memories which the song was trying to bring back. "Hold me now don't bother if every moment it makes me weaker"(Backstreet Boys) I tried to think of the lyrics. The memory I was trying to reminisce was of feet running across a few steps to a corridor, then a counterstrike game at a nearby computer shop, then the quadrangle floor, and a shoe. A shoe... whom could it belong to? It has been a decade or so. I really can't make a clear picture. Then a name came across my mind. Angelica. That's the name of my first crush. I met her when I was in grade four. She was my classmate but not necessarily my fr

Paikut-ikot ang mundo. Minsan umaabot sa ito na'y nakakalito, nakakahilo. Tataas, bababa, paikut-ikot, paulit-ulit, pero di nakakasawa. Madalas nga ito'y nakakatuawa. I see her sweet smile by the corner of my eye in the middle of the night with the starry starry skies as I feel her look at me through the thick of the canopy But as I tried to look at her she pulled and looked away Like acting innocent from a crime that has been made how it felt weird that maybe she didn't really stare that maybe I was just hoping that somehow I might have been dreaming for that sweet s

So here I am sulking in front of my computer about the fact that most of my batch mates have graduated and I'm still yet into the "fourth" year of my five-year course. As I look at my FB account, I can't help but be jealous of the graduation pictures and stuff my friends post or get tagged with. No, I feel envious! Why haven't I graduated yet? Am I in the right course? in the right school? No wait, I am in the right course and I am in the best school or university for that matter. I love my course though it doesn't show in my grades. Haha. I'm pretty much enjoying the school though I think I got too attached to the people(my friends) that, now that they have left, it seems I lost that certain enjoyment. But then again, this might just be an effect of envy. Then again, I don't envy the fact that they are leaving us. It's more of "they are leaving" than "we are being left" I see my self on a platform, receiving a rolled piece of w

Do The surroundings fade and I'm in black and white. As I'm engulfed by darkness, my hand sees light. Re The tunes get louder with the keys I strike. I run quickly but my ears get tight. Do I strike harder till my fingers blow. I breathe deeper till my eyes glow. Sol I listen intently with no sound bare. My heart skips a beat as I gasp for air. Mi The sound came shot from a distance far away. The song went crawling as my mind shivers and sway. The chair was back and so did the piano. I came to my senses with the strike of Do