LAPIS AT PAPEL

Kung itatanong mo kung gaano kita kamahal,

Sasabihin ko sayo…

Tulad ng pagsasama ng lapis at papel;

 Na mula sa kawalan ay nakabuo ng napakaraming kabuluhan. 

AKO ang lapis at IKAW ang papel! 

Susulatan kita ng aking pangarap, 

Mga kwentong masaya at nakakaiyak.

 Mula doon ay magsisimula an gating daigdig, 

Ang buhay na pagsasamahan natin,

 Habang kaya ka pang sumulat 

At hanggat may espasyo pa ako 

Sa mapag-aruga mong papel...

 Ngayon, at kung sakaling magasawa ka na… 

At ayaw mo na akong makasama, 

Huwag kang mag-alala. 

Dahan-dahan kitang itutupi 

Upang maging isang eroplanong papel. 

Sabay palilparn sa hangin, 

Sa ilalim ng malawak na langit. 

Mula sa itaas, makikita mo marahil 

Ang ibang Mundo. 

Mundong wala noong magkasama pa tayo… 

Kasama ng iyong pagiging Malaya, 

Malaya ang pagpili kung saan mo gusting lumapag.

 Narito lang Ako At nananalangin n asana

 Mas Higit sa akin ang mapuntahan mo. 

At kung sakaling malaglag ka sa lupa 

At walang sinomang pumapansin sa’yo,

 Dahil hindi ka na ‘sing ganda at tayog

 Noong nasa itaas ka pa’t lumitipad, 

Kung lahat ng inaasahan mong pupulot sa’yo 

Ay dinadaan-daanan ka na lang 

Kasabay ng paglubog at pagsikat ng araw… 

Doon, doon ako darating upang kunin ka

 At muling ialok sa’yo ang mundong binuo ko;

 Iaayos ko at papantayin ang mga tupi 

At nalukot mong bahagi noong eroplano ka pa. 

Ibabalik kita bilang isang papel 

At AKO pa rin ang lapis na walang sawang susulat sa’yo HABANG BUHAY. 

‘Pag nangyari ang mga bagay 

Na di natin inaasahan, 

Saka mo ako tanungin kung…

 Gaano kita kamahal.

 Huwag nagyon, masaya tayong magkasama.

I got this from Ms. Sarah Kaye Mariano. This was given to her by her ex-boyfriend and was given to me and my female classmates as a graduation remembrance way back in high school.

 "Ibigay lamang sa taong sa tingin nyo ay karapat-dapat."

Isang tao lang ang nakatanggap nito. My first ex. I gave him the copy when we broke-up. Thinking that he would be my first and last. Until now, I am still after that crazy idea. 

L0okiNg f0r thE thiNg cALLEd "HAPPINESS"

Unang araw ng "bakasyon" after graduation. Ano nga ba ang pakiramdam?

Teka typo-error ata.. Hindi pala bakasyon kinabukasan kasi may trabaho nga pala ako..

First day na wala na akong project na gagawin ng rush.

Rush-Tip0ng bukas na yung pasahan o kaya mamaya na tapos iba-browse pa lang or ise-search pa lang sabay may recitation pla sa Immigration Law at checking ng requirements sa practicum.. Hai..

Habang abala ang karamihan sa paghahanap ng magiging first j0b nila, ako heto't iniisip kung kailan hahanap ng proper job. Dun tayo sa white collar..
Nahihirapan na nga ako sa trabaho ko ngayon eh. Sa katunayan hindi ko alam kung paanong ang isang ta0ng ni hindi nagwawalis, hindi naghuhugas ng pinggan ni maglaba, magluto ay di ginagawa ay nakatagal sa ganoong sitwasy0n. Anjan na siguro ung determinati0n. Ayoko huminto sa pg-aaral, ayoko mawalan ng pag-asa. Pero sadyang nakakapagod. Pagod na ako kasi hindi na ako MASAYA.

Kung di lang talaga part ng trabaho ang pakikipag-usap sa strangers di ko gagawin kaso araw-araw may mga strangers na nakakasalamuha.. Minsan naiinis na ako sa kanila kasi magulo sila pero no choice nmn... anyway, kung magkakachance na magkaroon ako ng Milyones try ko magfranchise.... "kung"... 

My fav0rite verSes from the Holy Bible

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.

-1 Cor. 13:4-8

If our hearts condemn us, we know that God is greater than our hearts, and he knows everything. Dear friends, if our hearts do not condemn us, we have confidence before God and receive from him anything we ask, because we keep his commands and do what pleases him.

- 1 John 3:20-22 (New International Version)

ABFS Seniors visit the Malacanan Palace

The senior students of the AB Foreign Service program finally got the chance to visit the Malacanan Palace on November 19, 2009. The visit is supposedly a part of their Diplomatic-Consular Practice and Orientation subject in the previous semester.

The whole group, together with their program coordinator, Prof Noe L. Pobadora and two other professors namely Prof. Irwin Blanco and Prof. Fame Pascua took part in that much awaited visit.

While waiting for the arrival of the President, Her Excellency Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo, delightful refreshments were served to them at the Heroes Hall. Upon the arrival of PGMA, the seniors were given the opportunity to meet the president upclose and to shakehands with her. They were also lucky enough to take shots with PGMA. General Hermogenes Esperon, the head of the Presidential Management Staffs (PMS) was also present during the visit.

Aside from the privilege of meeting PGMA and other government officials, they were able to tour around the Malacanan Museum situated at the Kalayaan Hall which was the Old Executive Building located at the heart of the Malacanan Palace complex.

Their tour around the Malacanan Museum is the most exciting cultural trek to the past even without riding a fictional “time machine.” Despite the interesting and intellectually satisfying visit though, it only took them about an hour and a half to tour that cultural and historic repository showcasing the rich heritage of the Palace and the Presidency of the Philippines.

The seniors insatiable pursuit for discovery has catalyzed the impetus to explore in greater measure the Malacanan Palace and eventually, to meet the country's highest ranking official.

Strange Me

Life is a picture mosaic composed of priceless memories-too many unforgettable moments that are treasured most. Those which contribute to build a strong foundation of hope and aspiration to become a better human and above all to have the best of what life has to offer.

As my memory rusts and starts to decay passively overtime, even if I’m not that old and I’m still young at heart and soul, I remember the good old times spent with friends and relatives.

I’ve made up my mind to enjoy this drive. It’s been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if make up your mind firmly that you will.

And isn’t pink the most bewitching color in the world? I love it, but I can’t wear it. If you’re about to ask me why, well I will answer you with very discombobulating things… I just can’t figure out why I hate the color badly that I started to like it more. But I still believe that my favorite color is black. Maybe because I live in despair. Not an emotional one.

When I was younger, I thought my life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes. That’s a sentence I read in a book once, and I say it over to comfort myself whenever I’m disappointed in anything. Later on I wonder where the comforting comes to my self.

Then the generation is completely changing and evolving. I am fond of romantic things as one can imagine. They say I’m a helpless romantic but I’m telling you, I just want to enjoy being single.

And isn’t rose the most romantic flower in the world? I love it but I’m disgusted with its smell. I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but I’ve never been able to believe it. But I don’t believe a rose would be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage.

And isn’t chocolate the loveliest gift ever? I love it. And there’s no wonder that I really love any of its kind. I wonder why men give bunch of roses to women when I think chocolate is the BEST.

Have you ever gone to the beach or to the sea? The shore road was 'woodsy and wild lonesome'. On the other hand, scrub firs, their spirits quite unbroken by long years of tussle with the gulf winds, thickly on the left where the steep red sandstone cliffs, so near the track places that a mare of less steadiness that the sorrel might have tried the nerves of the people behind. There is the fear of getting drowned whenever I come to swim. Wondering if there is my friend waiting for me, waiving his hands and telling come with him. Though I want to take his hands and follow him where ever he is, I just can’t do that. Maybe that is the plan of our Creator. But I miss him so much!

Sometimes my imagination just keep on playing a little illusion-I am the main character of the book that I am reading. I don’t care if they think I’m always day dreaming. There is nothing wrong when imagining. :)