One Last Thought

            “What would you do on the last day of your life?” It’s a basic question that is easy to answer but shrouded with complexity. I mean who in the world would ever know if it’s his or her last day on earth? Even the healthiest man can get killed in a moment by an unforeseen accident, a sick person has no idea how long he or she will fight, and only a person in death rows (excluding Japan) has an idea on when will they die. But living in the Philippines eliminates the death row possibility and I’m not a criminal for God’s sake.

            So now hear me out, I’m in a dark room right now with only a candle for a source of light bargaining  with death for how long he’ll let me live. Death looks nothing from the stereotype that the living imposes in him. It’s funny how we have a stereotype with death and we won’t even meet him until the day we die. He is somewhat 6’2 and he is carrying a sword not a sickle. He’s not a talking skeleton but he resembles you, being yourself as a conscience. According to him he has no actual look so he resembles the person he is in charge with. I can only imagine how shocked if a person who died has a living identical twin. Anyway, back to the bargaining part, I keep asking for a year more but he can only give me a month.  So in the end we agreed that I live for a day more. We came to the agreement that the only reason he let me live for a day is that to correct and reconcile with the people I’ve wronged along the way, which for me is pretty unfair since he gave the congressman before me another decade. We shook hands and I went back to the world of living.

            I woke up in a hospital bed at exactly 7:00 am. This is where my countdown begins. The hospital room was white as milk, and I saw my mother asleep in the couch. She’s pretty old now and she’s been trying to hold on ever since my father died. I could only imagine how heartbreaking it is for her to lose her son. So, my first hour in my return is that I wrote a 5,000 word essay as a goodbye for my beloved mother and I talked to her about my one day stay. How I wished I would only embrace her for my last moments, but I’m about to break her heart for the last time. For there are people I would try to reconcile for the last time. My mother has always been the tough one so she understood. We went home and she cooked me a meal for the last time. I left the house with a kiss on her forehead and she looked over at our balcony while reading my final essay.

            The second person I went back to is my older sister, Katherine. We met halfway while I’m going to her workplace. She hugged me immediately and told me that mom told her about everything. She asked me to go with her at a local park, I agreed. We reminisce the days when we both play at this play ground. The swings slide, and monkey bars that did not stood well with the test of time. But still it is everything to us. I only have one thought while sightseeing with my sister and I softly whisper to her: “I’m sorry I cannot attend your wedding.” She broke down in tears and we sat at the nearby local bench. She whispered “The wedding’s off” and to my utter disbelief I couldn’t say anything. The words are trapped inside my mouth. “It turns out he has been cheating on me for quite a while now and I’ve caught him just this week; I don’t wanna tell you guys since mother would be furious and considering you just recovered from an accident but knowing your current condition I guess you deserve the truth.” I was mad. But at the back of my mind it’s my fault since I worked too hard that I couldn’t support my sole sibling along the way.

I was so terrified of living an impoverished life that I let someone so dear to me to wander alone. I wish I could’ve guided her, I wish oh I wish. I want to make it up to her but she refused. She only wishes his happiness. We bought ice cream afterwards. Her ex was the least of our concerns since she wants to enjoy our last moments together. I want to go to her ex and punch him in the face but I guess my sister won’t like that. I asked her to go home, to mom and speak to her and then she hugged me and left.

            I was strolling around the street when suddenly a familiar face by the mall appeared. Kate, my former best friend was with her family. Her husband shook my hand and took the children. Kate agreed to have a little chat with me. My heart was pounding, she was as beautiful as the day I met her. Brown eyes, long black hair although her skinny frame became plump considering that she aged; but she aged like fine wine. “So how are you? Still sweaty as ever huh?” as she offer me a drink. I was so nervous that my hands were fidgeting even as of this moment. But I answered as I gulped: “Haha, still observant as always Kate.” I could only imagine how my life would be if I were more true to myself. I’ve loved this girl ever since I laid my eyes upon her; while I’m drowning in my what if’s she moved near me. “Something bothering you?” she asked. “Yes” I answer as she had her follow up question: “What is it?” I punched my leg and closed my eyes as I tell her “I’ve loved you since day one and I fully regret to this day that I haven’t done something about it.”

            I breathed easier when I’ve finally told her my suppressed feeling for so long. She looked shocked but calmed for a minute. “I’ve loved you too, but please emphasize the past tense; it was in college 4^th year. I want to confess but I’ve seen you so driven by your ambition that I don’t want to be a hindrance. But at one point of my life, I’ve loved you.” Her words were like knives stabbed to my heart, I felt every negative emotion possible for a human being then I felt nothing. I looked at her full of regrets, I sighed and whispered softly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I didn’t wanna disappoint everyone who expects so much from me. I could’ve given you this, a family. I’m sorry” As a tear fell down my cheek. She wrote something on a napkin and held it in my hand, as she bid her farewell. I couldn’t stop hating myself. She ran back to her husband and I left the mall with a heavy heart.

            Before I knew it was already 3pm and I saw a man wearing a goofy outfit along with a guy in a tux: Jaime and Charles. Charles was the one in tux and Jaime was wearing the goofy one. They immediately invited me to a local diner and had a good time. They had remarks on how I never hang out with them ever since highschool graduation. We were buddies through thick and thin yet I’ve forgotten about them ever since college.  We are more matured compare back to the old days. Both of them were married, far from the careless and play first attitude back then. But seeing them today gives me an atmosphere of difference. I shouldn’t have left them. Maybe I should’ve learned to value the people around me especially my friends.  They deserved better, from my lame excuses to my last minute bail outs, they deserve better. I was so busy living my life not realizing that my friends were living theirs to. I just hate it how two of the few people who valued me was let down by me up to this moment. And you know what make me feel the guilt? They still love me despite all of that, I’ve let them down multiple times and they still care about me. I’ll die thinking about that.

            All this time that I’m drowning in my thoughts Charles and Jaime kept staring at me. Then they laughed, while laughing they gave me a box which contains a watch. The blue watch they gave me was the one I’ve been dreaming of owning for quite some time. We we’re at SM then when I saw this exact blue watch, but I was too poor to buy it back then. I promised to go back but it slipped my mind. I was moved that these two people I’ve disregarded for so long, never skipped a thought of me. I was crying and they were taking pictures of me, saying that they’ll post it. We were chatting up all night until the diner closed. My phone rang, it was an unknown number. I showed it to Charles and told me it was Lyla. I hang up but she texted Charles to bring me in the abandoned circus. I was hesitant but before I knew it I was in the car and about to meet Lyla.

            She was standing there, my oldest friend. She was pale and thin, she did not age well but the beauty of her youth still remains. I sat beside her while the two drove away. It was already 11pm, it was quiet the whole time but Lyla broke the silence. “Remember this place? It’s where you promised to marry me when we were eleven years old.” I was in disbelief as I scan the place, her face was smiling but she was holding back her tears. “I remember, haha how times change Lyla, I still remember you as a loud girl who keeps annoying me during classes” As I try to cheer the mood. “I held on to that you jerk, I thought you we’re gonna marry me and now you’re dying you still didn’t fulfill that promise.” “Surprised? Your mom told me, I just want to tell you I love you for the last time” I didn’t know what to say but more likely I didn’t know what to react. I simply kissed her hand and after that. Then we chatted the whole night of how our life would be if ended up together. It’s like we have everything figured out. Everything was perfect for a moment. Our heartbeats were synchronizing and it was 6am.

            At 6am Charles and Jaime offered a ride home along with Lyka. It was time. We got home immediately and saw my mother looking at the balcony. She is crying as I ran to her. My sister and Kate are here too. My mom gave me a last meal before I go and everyone was crying. Every person in this room were a part of my life that I once took for granted, it will be my eternal regret for not loving them enough. It was time and I was in my mothers’ embrace. I’m in the arms of who gave me birth and now shall hold my lifeless body. I saw death and he stabbed me as he took my soul out of my body once more. Everyone was crying as I see my father waiting up there for me I bid my farewell.

            I’m in heaven right now arguing with death once more. He asked if I want to go to heaven of be reincarnated, he isn’t really sure what am I going to be reincarnated as. Also, hell doesn’t exist in the afterlife; it’s just something they say for people to be good. You’ll have the reincarnation option so you can truly go in heaven. Having this option of heaven or reincarnation makes me really confused. But I still have my regrets so maybe I’ll reincarnate but also I’m too lazy so I’ll go to heaven.  I’m still undecided as of now and there are 5,750 people behind me.

Her.

For the girl I fell
In love through time
I wish you well
And please be fine

Your love was something
I didn't deserve
Maybe I didn't give it all
Just something ahead of the curve

How I only wish
That even once
For a heartbeat
I called you mine

But fate decides
It has other plans
Our troubled minds
Are back from trance

Losing you was
Not only a rejection
I lost a sister
And a best friend

You were my world
And I'm merely a part of yours
You were a chapter in my book
I was merely a line in yours

Due to our faults
It's for the good that we're apart
Cause I'm a chaos to your thoughts
And you're a poison to my heart

Differences

I am Human

I am Person

·         I have fully functioning Internal and external organs. ·         Based on scientific study human is the highest form of animal ·         Rational Species who thinks logically according to various situation ·         I have talents based on genetics and my own hard work ·         My own intelligence is different from others ·         I am qualified to do things in proper way ·         I am connected to other human beings biologically ·         Connected to earth chemically ·         Connected to the rest of the universe atomically ·         I have a constant need of food, shelter and clothing ·         Through the years my body has aged and will age for many years to come ·         I can contact any diseases ·         I can do physical activities like exercising ·         I can learn things in my own way ·         I am a human and defined by culture, language, art, religion and science. ·         Being above animals, being a human is thinking of alternatives

·         I see thing in my own perspective ·         I feel something that would trigger my emotions ·         I have my own personal view points ·         I have my own set of opinions ·         I have feelings ·         I am sensitive in my own way ·         I have my own interpretation of right and wrong ·         I have my own set of moral code ·         I am different and unique just life everyone ·         I argue my thoughts and opinions ·         I have my own beliefs ·         I  choose what do I believe in ·         Sometimes it’s my thoughts that would kill me ·         I can manage my own life ·         I can connect with other through my emotions ·         I learn from the mistakes of the past ·         I make mistakes and apologize for them

Don't Breathe review

          The movie was an effective horror movie since it didn’t relied heavily on jump scares. The camera angle helped a lot putting people at the edge of their seats. The most useful example of the camera angle trick in the movie is when the audience was led to believe that Alex was killed, only to be discovered that it was money (the person who was killed before) all along who was stabbed by the grass cutter, Although Alex died later. He managed to save rocky in time and it is a clever camera trick that gave the movie a great twist and a great experience for the audience. Also the camera angles made the movie realistic as one feels that he/she is really there. 

           Regarding the lens choice standard was used at the first part of the movie where there is an introduction between the characters but the wide angle lenses was used during the intense scenes to add suspense. In regards of the lighting and exposure, underexposure is used throughout creating a great sense of anxiousness and uncomfortableness within the audience and the dark element surrounding the atmosphere was contributed by the underexposure. The amount of light was minimized as the story goes on, especially in the basement scene where it is filmed using night vision. The lighting add suspense once more since the blind man suddenly appears out of nowhere and as the title says itself, their breathing gives them away. The old man appeared out of nowhere so much that it made the viewers ask who really the blind one is and who is the real helpless and handicapped one. The angles of light also kept us wondering who is the one speaking.

            The depth of field focuses sharply on the one speaking or the one character that is in a tight situation. Giving emphasis to one and then a sudden scene where the audience will feel that their heart has stopped. Focusing on one person then on the whole aspect ratio gave a great sense of fear on the audience. An example of a scene that showed a great depth of field is when Alex first entered the house. The camera was sharply focused on him the suddenly the old man came barging in to the hallway as if there was nothing. It gave a sense of suspense since the depth of ratio went along well with the background music. There were few symbols in the movie like they didn’t wear any mask when they break through the house since they all know that the owner is blind. The house also looked as if it was an ordinary old ranch, no one would think that there is 300 grand hiding in it.

            It was a great horror/suspense/thriller so it would not be a question if it left a mark on the audience. In the physiological side, it became harder for the audience to take their eyes off the screen since the adrenaline provided by the movie is intense. The cognitive side is somehow disappointing since the plot twist where a girl is tied up in the basement is not necessary for us since the movie is going on well.  While the movie taught us to be more cautious. There are some scenes or problems that can be avoided if only they thought things through. The behavior meanwhile triggered some emotions within the audience. Some sympathized with the old man while the latter sympathized with the robbers.

            The movie was great overall it has a great cast and a great replay value.

Interstellar

Interstellar is an imaginative movie, but a heavy-handed mix of personal sacrifice and theoretical physics doesn’t leave much room for subtle storytelling (or particularly memorable action). For a film that is rooted in the love between a father and his daughter, Interstellar offers surprisingly cold (and often stiff) drama – albeit drama that is buoyed by high-minded science fiction scenarios and arresting visuals. Nolan relies heavily on lengthy scenes of surface-level exposition, where characters debate or outright explain complicated physics and philosophical ideas, to educate the audience and ruminate on humanity (both good and bad) in the face of death and destruction.

I also appreciated that the “Interstellar” script undertook some major themes about humanity—do you think it’s worth thinking about questions like these: “should I act altruistically or just act to ensure my own survival? Is it okay to lie to give others hoped in a desperate situation? It is best to stay at home and raise a family or better to sacrifice that role of parent to go out and “save the world?” Is there some greater intelligence out there in the universe, or are we all there is? Is Love itself a transcendent reality or is it just an emotional reaction inside us?” And don’t forget that one haunting question that keeps us all up at night: “how can I cross-dimensionally change a watch into a cool Morse code machine?”

Despite a 169 minute runtime, Interstellar never really develops its central heroes beyond anything but static outlines – and Cooper is no exception. Viewers will root for him, and come to understand what he cherishes and believes about humanity, but any major revelations come from what happens to him – not necessarily what he brings to the table or how he evolves through his experiences.

The movie's storytelling masterstroke comes from adherence to principles of relativity: the astronauts perceive time differently depending on where Endurance is, which means that when they go down onto a prospective habitable world, a few minutes there equal weeks or months back on the ship. Meanwhile, on Earth, everyone is aging and losing hope. Under such circumstances, even tedious housekeeping-type exchanges become momentous: one has to think twice before arguing about what to do next, because while the argument is happening, people elsewhere are going grey, or suffering depression from being alone, or withering and dying. Here, more so than in any other Nolan film (and that's saying a lot), time is everything. "I'm an old physicist," Brand tells Cooper early in the film. "I'm afraid of time." Time is something we all fear. There's a ticking clock governing every aspect of existence, from the global to the familial. Every act by every character is an act of defiance, born of a wish to not go gently.

For those who are able to pay attention long enough this movies “profound” message that “we are our own gods” may be a little put out by the end of the film.

God

God is a powerful entity which most of the human race has different interpretation. He is sometimes called Yahweh, Allah, Zeus, Jehovah, Elohim and many more. But in the end of the day there is only one god. One who created everything and has the power to take it all back. 

But as a science person there are times that I doubt him because every “miracle” that he makes has a scientific explanation that makes sense. For example the water that produces electricity, if you add sodium chloride a.k.a. salt it will produce electricity enough for a light bulb. But the existence of god himself is impossible to prove making him an entity of make believe. But does any of that matter? God’s existence is based in faith and faith is belief based on the absence of data. The idea of a god gave birth to religion which if used and taught wisely can bring the world to peace. My personal thought on god? If he can bring the world to peace and eternal life then who am I to judge his powers? 

The future is fixed; how one’s life unfolds is a matter of destiny. Agree or Disagree?

              Disagree, for me destiny is far the laziest word mankind has ever created. It is a romantic word yes but besides the romantic excitement it gives, it is a lazy word. First of all, if a certain someone is sure that everything is planned out and that one is idiotic. He/ she may tend to go with the flow of life or just do everything he/she wishes. It may cause chaos since we cannot be sure that, that certain someone will stay good.  Another one is, life would be pointless if everything just unfolds your way. If you dream of being a priest but you are destined to be a lawyer. I don’t see how your happiness can be assured. But you never know what your destiny is. Whether that statement is true or not I completely disagree with it.                

         I feel that we choose our own paths. Everything that happens to us is a result of the choices we have made in life. We make decisions that can affect us for the rest of our lives. If you make poor choices then you will always get poor results. A man is only as good as his tools. If we have destiny what is the purpose of law? What is the purpose of rules? What is the purpose of free will? What is the purpose of our life? What is the purpose of God on creating us? To fulfill our destiny? So why did God created us with the ability to reason to think, to analyze, if I were God will I create a robot? Why? Why not, robots are perfect in fulfilling their destiny they just go what they were programmed. By the way, are we robots? No! We are humans we have a freedom to decide that is why we have rules law commandment because we don’t have a destiny we have a free will, choose e decide.

            

          Man is his own creator; it is with our works and our choices that create our possibilities and our future. We continually deny destiny with technology, each person treads their own path unhindered by the constraints of destiny or a God and each person deserves full credit for all their own actions. To say there is destiny is to say you are a slave.

Respect for self, Respect for others, and responsibility for you actions

With will and intellect we control our actions.  Meaning everything we do, no matter how big or small, starts within. There is a saying that before you love others you should learn to love yourself first. Taking care of yourself first is not a selfish act; you cannot serve from an empty cup. How you respect yourself is also how you should respect others. Which means if you cannot love yourself don’t expect to find the love that is missing within you in other people.

Everyone you meet is an essential part of your life. They will fill in something within you that are empty for a long period of time and is to be filled by the moment you meet them. It is important to respect them no matter how good or bad they treated you. Since not everyone will come to you as a blessing, some will come as the greatest lessons in your life that you will never forget. Nevertheless, respect them anyway, because if you don’t treat them nicely you will be held responsible for your actions that may ruin your relationship not only with that person but everyone around you.

            In the end one must have self respect to have the ability to respect others. Respecting everyone is a good habit because why not? There is no risk for respecting everyone even the rudest people around you. Everyone will be held responsible for their actions and if you treat everyone with respect including yourself you will do just fine

Great love and great achievements involves great risks

There is no sweet victory without crossing the bitter road.  We are responsible for our happiness and the path of being alone is the hardest but the most worth it path. No person recorded in history is number one since day one. Mark Zuckerberg risked the education he has on Harvard and founded facebook; Sylvester Stallone risked of having a small paycheck during the film of rocky but that film made him the star he is to day and J.K. Rowling risked her entire life and career for the first harry potter book even after the numerous rejection letter she received, now She is the first author to be a billionaire. These people are at the top of their field of expertise because they risked something so great that it may jeopardize their whole life. They are what they are today because they believe in something.

We are all afraid to lose something in our lives. It may be an object or a person. If we live in fear of losing these things we will never grow and we will never go out of our comfort zone. Great opportunities lies outside the comfort zone and outside the comfort zone are great risks. If you want to achieve something you must be prepared to lose something or in this case take the risk of losing something so precious. Everything will be worth it in the end. It may be the love of your life or the achievement of a lifetime but I promise you that it won’t be an easy path. Risks are meant to be made.

Pamahiin

Lumaki ako sa isang pamilya na puro mapamahiin. Sabi nila wala naman raw masama kung sumunod ka sa ilang paniniwala pero habang tumatanda ka mas naiisip mo gano ka naapektuhan ng mga yun at gano sila nakakatawa.

Maraming pamahiin ang pilipino lalo na sa pagkain. Kung katulad kita na lumaki ng malapit sa matatanda lalo na sa Lola, malamang naging set of rules na rin ang nga pamahiin na pag di mo nasunod ay buhay ang kapalit. Oo, ganun katindi ang mga Lola natin sa pagsunod ng pamahiin. Kung Hindi naman buhay, kinabukasan mo ang mawawala o kaya mamalasin ka.

Madalas sa isang pamilyang pilipino ang kumain ng sabay sabay pero kahit ang munting salo salo na ito ay di nakaligtas sa mga pamahiin. Kapag nagliligpit na raw ng pagkain tapos nakain ka pa rin, Hindi ka makakapag asawa. Kaya nasanay na kami na tatlong nguya sabay lunok sa pagkain sa takot naming mamatay mag isa.

Sa mga lalaki naman, Hindi dapat palipat lipat ng upuan habang nakain. Dahil dadami raw ang asawa mo. Oo, pag palipat lipat ka ng upuan habang nakain na pepredict ng Lola mo na magiging malandi ka.

Kasama sa pagkain ang mga kubyertos( kutsara at tinidor para sa di nakakaalam) pero Hindi ito nakaligtas sa mga pamahiin natin.
Pag may bumagsak raw na tinidor may darating na lalaki pag kutsara babae. Parang tukso naman minsan kasi nagkakatotoo ng madalas. Pero noong tumanda ako narealize ko na kaya nangyayari yun eh nagtitinda pala kami ng yelo. Hindi nalimitahan sa kutsara't tinidor ang pamahiin. Pag sandok ang nalaglag malaking babae raw, pag kutsilyo masamang tao o kaya kapitbahay na makikiusap makijumper o kaya manghihingi ng ulam. Pag may aalis naman daw ay ikutin ang Plato para hindi maaksidente ang aalis. Kapag may nangyaring masama sa taong yun at di mo inikot Plato mo, kasama yun sa konsensya mo. Oo, ikaw ang may gawa hindi yung mismong may katawan.

Pinakamatinding okasyon para sa pamahiin ay pag may lamay. Kayo man ang naulila o nakikape lang kayo sa kapitbahay dapat sumunod kayo sa pamahiin:

1. Bawal magsuot ng pula- di ko lubos naunawaan ito pero sinunod ko na lang. Naging kalbaryo ko ito dahil puro pula ang damit ko. Tsaka nagtataka ako bakit ang mga Chinese nakapula pag may burol. Pilipino talaga... Pauso ng color coding sa lamay.

2. Bawal maguwi ng kendi mula sa burol- naranasan ko ito dahil nasa ikalimang baitang ako noon ng ibinurol lolo ko. Tapos naguwi ako ng tatlong champi at maxx. Kinabukasan nilagnat ako. Napagalitan pa ko ng Nanay ko. Kahit di raw kendi, basta kahit anong galing sa burol masama. Patunay na may mga taong kahit sumakabilang buhay na eh madamot pa rin.

3. "Magpagpag" - yung pagpag ay pagpunta sa ibang lugar bago umuwi galing lamay para di ka sundan ng kaluluwa. Oo, parang pusang ligaw mo na iiwan sa kung saan ang sumunod sayong kaluluwa. Kaya mainam na mag jollibee pagkatapos pumuntang burol.

4. Bawal bumahing pag patay- kabaliktaran ito ng nauna. Kung doon ay susundan ka ng kaluluwa, pag bumahing ka naman ay ikaw ang susunod sa kaluluwa. Oo, ganun talaga. Pag bumahing ka sa burol ay may ekis na ang pangalan mo Kay kamatayan.

Marami pang pamahiin sa patay pero di ko na iisa isahin. Bahala ka na alamin yun sa sarili mo.

Punta naman tayo sa nunal. Ayun ang isang bagay pa na di pinalampas ng mga matatanda. Bawat nunal sa katawan ay may kahulugan.

Pag may nunal ka sa palad maaaring magnanakaw ka o kaya gastador. Oo, pwede ka makulong sa pagkakaron ng nunal sa palad.

Pag may nunal ka sa paa, layas ka naman daw. Kahit di ka lumalabas ng bahay masyado at ang araw araw mo ay bahay eskwelahan lang basta may nunal ka sa paa, gala ka.

Ang nunal naman sa likod ay ibig sabihin batugan ka. Kahit baluktot na likod mo sa kakatrabaho basta may nunal ka sa likod. Tamad ka.

Pag nunal naman sa balikat ay magdudusa ka sa buong buhay mo. Tipong kahit masaya ka dapat magdusa ka kasi may nunal ka sa balikat.

Tapos Hindi ko rin maintindihan bakit takot na takot ang matatanda mawalan ng swerte. Pag nagsuklay ka sa gabi, mamalasin ka. Pag nag walis ka sa gabi, mamalasin ka. Lalo na pag nag gupit ka ng kuko sa gabi. Mamalasin ka. Kahit yung tipong kulay kahoy na kuko po at singhaba na ng kuko ng agila eh Bawal gupitin. Ipagpaumaga mo na.

Pag semana Santa na lalo kapag biyernes santo ay Bawal ka masugatan dahil di na gagaling. Pag nagkasugat ka ng biyernes Santo ay habang buhay mong dadalhin ang sugat na maiisip mo na sana nag ingat ka na lang. Ayos sa agham ay may natural way ang cells natin para maghilom ang mga sugat pero ayon sa pamahiin hindi uubra ang logic na to kapag biyernes Santo.

Maraming pamahiin sa pilipinas na pipigilan ka gumawa ng ilang bagay. Pero minsan para sayo na lang naman yun eh. Pero hindi ko maintindihan bakit Bawal maligo ng semana Santa. Isang linggo kang Amoy mandirigma at nanlalagkit. May mga research na dapat daw 4 times a week lang tayo maligo. Pero kung nakatira ka sa pilipinas hindi pasok yung logic na yun. Maawa naman kayo sa makakatabi niyo sa jeep, tricycle, sa klase, opisina at kung saan pa.

Bawal din mag ayos bago matulog. Ika nga eh, de bale ng marumi at mabaho kaysa patay

Maraming pamahiin tayong mga pilipino. Kaakibat na ito ng kultura natin. Walang masama sundin ito pero nakikiusap akong maligo kayo araw araw.

Pasensya

Higit na pasensya at pagunawa ang kinakailngan sa mundo ngayon, maraming problema sa mundo na salapi lamang ang solusyon ngunit may mga bagay na higit doon ang kailangan.

Masarap makipagasaran, totoo. 

Mga bagay na kapuna puna o kakaiba sa ating kapwa. Maaaring sa kanyang itsura, karanasan o kaya sa sitwasyon ng tao na yun sa mismong pagkakataon. Pero may nagsabi sa akin noon. "Kung hindi kaya baguhin o ayusin ng isang tao ang iyong pupunahin sa loob ng sampung Segundo, ay wag na wag mo sisitahin ito" mga simpleng salita na may malalim na kahulugan.

Hindi pantay pantay ang kagandahan ng tao. Lalo na sa pinagdaanan. Kaya't di ko lubos maunawaan kung paano naging katatawanan ang pinagdaanan ng isang tao. Halimbawa, may isang taon na ibinuhos ang laahat ng kanyang makakaya sa isang proyekto o adhikain. Dapat ba nating ipamukha ng paulit ulit ito sa taong alam mo na bagsak na bagsak ang kanyang damdamin dahil sa kaganapan?

Eh paano kung mapuno ang tao na ito at biglang sumabog? Edi siya pa ang masama?

D.P.

I understand if things got awkward and everything has changed. But I really want to tell you for a long time and I think I deserve a credit for hiding it, jokes aside everything I said was true and I mean every word I said. You shouldn’t be afraid for I expect nothing from you I only want to release my 

caged feelings.

If you’re going to ask me why I like you, the main reason is that you are imperfect. I mean; you panic in dire situations, you drink coffee at straight noon, you’re terrified of dogs, I rarely see you comb, and other funny stuff. But at the end of the day you smile and seeing those for multiple times I fell for you without knowing it. I don’t compare you to anyone else for the reason you are unique and so are they. They may have traits that are greater than you, but at the end of the day you are you and nothing will change that.

Story Lore

It isn't often that I say this, but I wanted to thank you for being such a good friend. You are always around when I need you, always willing to listen when I need to talk, and always ready to organize something fun when I need a break. You are one of the most important people in my life, and when I count my blessings I always think of you. I don't think I could have got through the last few years without you. Through the break-ups and career changes and home moves you were always around to lend a hand and tell a joke. I appreciate that more than you know.

Thank you again for being such a great person and wonderful friend and thank you for despite of everything that happened in the past you accepted me back in your life like nothing happened and you don’t know how I am grateful for that.

For Anne

We get old and get use to each other. We think alike. We read each other’s minds. We know what the other wants without asking. We know what to say to each other in harsh conditions. 

Sometimes we irritate each other a little bit. Maybe sometimes take each other for granted. But once in awhile, like today, I meditate on it and realize that even once in my life I am lucky to share my life with the greatest friend I ever met.

Since I left you, I have been constantly depressed. My happiness is to be near you. Incessantly I live over in my memory your caresses, your tears, and your affectionate solicitude. I thought we will never be separated months ago, but since my separation from you I feel that I love you a thousand fold more. Each day since I knew you, have I adored you more and more?

With hyperbole excluded, this is just a letter from the thousand letters I’ve written for you that I will never send. I apologize for hurting you when I shouldn’t have. It hurts that I can’t win you back and I can only cling on to the past. I hope you’re happy from where you are right now. Best wishes.

Classroom

"Pengeng 1 whole!" Sigaw ni Ben na nakatabi ko lang naman. "Utang na loob isang oras na nakalipas ng pinasa natin yan!" Sabat naman ni Jedidiah. "Bahala kayo sa buhay niyo!" Biglang sabat ko at untog ko sa desk ko. Tatlo kaming tao dito sa table na to tsaka 7 na may sariling mundo. Ang ligalig sa room na to, ang dalawang kausap ko nga galing pa ng kabilang section. Sa may unahang pintuan ng room may kumakanta na iisang pantig lang ang naiintindihan mo at gusto mo ng abutan ng bente para tumigil. Sa isang sulok sa room naman  may octopus wiring na may katabing nagdodota na may sariling mundo. Meron pa sa likod nagbabasketball ewan ko kung paano nila nagagawa iyon. Meron namang beastmode at hindi niya mahanap ang cellphone niya, maraming nakakakita ng cellphone niya sa kamay niya pero walang nagsasalita at ang lahat ay may sari sariling mundo. Ganito sa classroom ko, grade 10, section Aquarius, mula sa mataas na paaralan ng agham at matematika ng laguna.

"Boss!" sigaw ng matinis na medyo malagong na boses, si noel, nanghihingi ng colored paper.
"anong kulay?" tanong ko.
"Puti" sabi niya.
"ilan?" tanong ko uli.
"walo" sagot niya.
"long o short?"
"long"
"wala"
"short?"
"wala rin"
"nagtanong ka pa!" sagot niya

Kanina pang alas nuwebe ng umaga vacant alas onse na utang na loob pinapasok pa kami. Nasa meeting daw ang mga teacher namin. Kaya puro kalokohan ang inaatupag ng mga kaklase ko. Maraming requirements pero ni isa walang kumikilos, kasama na ko roon kaya di na ko magmamalinis. Akala ko tuloy tuloy na ganito ang buhay ko sa araw na to hanggang sa may biglang umepal...

"Pagplanuhan natin ang design ng room nagmamakaawa ako sa inyo!" sabi ni nicole ang bise presidente ng classroom; magulo ang buhok, yung tipong hindi niya alam na naimbento na ang suklay, bilugan ang ilong, morena, at yung tipo ng mukha na masarap sapakin. Nagsalita siya ng nagsalita kasama ng ibang officers at katapos tapusan ay sila sila rin naman ang nasunod, peste, sayang oras eh nagbunganga lang yun.

"AT SABI KO BAHALA KA SA BUHAY MO! BWAHAHAHAHA!" sigaw ng di ko kilalang boses mula sa malayong upuan, isang tumpok ng mga engot ang nandun kaya di mo makilala ang nagingay, pero mukhang lahat naman sila kaya wala ng dapat sisihin. Pero may nakita ko isang taong nakilala ko; si kath, isang babaeng medyo mataba pero ubod ng ganda, kita mo ang kinang sa kaniya mga mata habang tumatawa at ang ngiti niyang sadyang nakakahawa. Isang dahilan siya kung bakit ako pumapasok sa paaralan.

Nawalan ng kuryente, Di na ko nagtataka kung lahat ba naman ng outlet ay may nakapasok. Andaming nagalit at nabugnot, may sinisi ang school, may sinisi ang gobyerno at may sinisi ang meralco pero ayoko lang magsalita pero kita naman sila sila ang may kasalanan ,mahirap na. Sakit na natin yun ang maghanap ng sisihin sa bawat panahon ng kagipitan isang sakit na walang gamot, lunas o doktor. Bumalik rin kaagad ang kuryente makalipas ng ilang minuto. Biglang bugahan ang mga tao dito eh.

Dumating na ang paboritong parte ko ng paaralan, ang uwian. Minsan iniisip ko na kapag pumapasok na lang ako para umuwi alam kong may problema na ko. Pero may problema nga ako, sino bang wala?! Kinaon ko ang isang kaibigan sa grade 9 narra dahil ritual na namin umuwi ng magkasama. Si jasmine, isang babae na morena na medyo mahaba ang mukha. Kasama siya at ang matalik na kaibigan kong si bryan ay sumakay kami ng jeep pauwi at doon natapos ang isang araw ko sa paaralan.

Dear LA,

It’s always nice to have you near and to enjoy your company and your loyalty; it’s important to have the friendship and affection of someone with whom we can share our joys and sorrows, and discuss our problems without fear or reservations.
But, the best part of knowing someone like you is not to feel obliged to do something when we’re together, is to be able to watch TV without saying a word, not feeling bored or wanting to be by yourself; and I miss you when you’re far away, taking care of your life while I take care of mine.
To be a friend is to be able to enjoy the best things the other person has to offer, to recognize their faults but to know they are bearable and, on the other hand, to be a friend is to offer our virtues with all the generosity in the world and to live without masks or farces to hide our faults, habits or differences.

I’ve been thinking about writing to you for a while now, to tell you about the meaning of friendship, something that surrounds us in such a natural way that we don’t even bother much to understand what it truly means. Maybe I can’t really express that meaning, but it’s good to know that there’s someone supporting us, even if sometimes they don’t fully agree with what we are thinking or doing and they don’t hesitate to show their point of view. That’s what true friends are like, because they know that a different opinion will not change a deep feeling of mutual and sincere trust.

P.s.

          I laughed more than once when I was writing this

Recollection para sa tropa

Dear kungsinoman,

    Kung single ka ngayon wag ka malungkot dahil ang mapapangasawa mo ay naglalakad sa mundo at gumawa ng mga alaala na ikukwento niya balang araw sa iyo. Alam kong malandi ka pero tiis muna.

Tula

Walang sugat na hindi naghihilom
At walang luhang hindi natutuyo
Marami kang nais sabihin habang ang bibig ay nakatikom
Dahil kahit sa sariling isipan ika'y nahihilo

Walang nilamon ang pagbabago
Takot lamang tayo tanggapin ito
Kahit ang lantang bulaklak ay maaring mamukadkad
Kaya't may pag asa pang umunlad

Sa totoo'y hindi natin kailangan ng pagbabago
Bagkus kailngan natin ng pag asenso
Lagi na lang na pagbabago ang sinasabi nila
Bakit? Simula ba wala na tayong ginawang tama?

Mahigit pitong dekada ng matapos ang digmaan
At ng makamit natin ang kasarinlan
Marami ng dugo ang dumanak
At patuloy pa ring pumapatak

Ilang araw na lang ay may limang pagpipilian
Upang baguhin o ituloy ang nasimulan
Sana ito ay ating pagisipan
Nang sa huli ay hindi tayo nagtuturuan

Pinagkaiba

Anlaki ng t-shirt ko...... oversized talaga. kanina nga tumatae ako pag buhos ko tumalsik sa tshirt ko eh. anlamig tuloy,  ang hirap talaga kapag nauubusan ka ng damit. Yung tipong lagi kang nawawalan na hindi mo maintindihan kung sinusuot mo ba o ginagawang basahan ng nanay mo. Mahirap talaga kapag kulang sa bahay. yung damit mo hindi lang pamporma, basahan pa! Kung kakulangan lang ang usapan idadamay ko na ang aking paaralan.

Ang room namin ay isang kwarto na masaya, magulo at MAINIT! grabe naman talaga eh. Kulang nalang paikutin kami sa isang plato at tuluyang microwave yung room. Impyerno na nga lessons impyerno pa ang init sa room. Alam mo yun? kasama mo na si satanas sabay sinusunog ka pa niya sabay nasa kalan ka pa? para bang pinagkaitan ng lamig sa lugar na iyon. Tapos may makakapal pa akong kaklase na hindi ko maintindihan kung lagi bang brownout sa kanila o hindi sila nagbabayad ng meralco na sa school pa nagchacharge. Electric fan na nga lang ang pampalamig sa room eh bubunutin pa para makacharge sila. Talagang bata pa lang eh may mga makakapal na pulitiko in the making. Sabay pag binunot mo sila pa galit! akala mo kanila ang school. Sila kaya isaksak ko sa outlet ng maging malamig na bangkay sila. Ang init nga na nga eh, PWE!

Pero kahit bwisit ang ilang kaklase ko ay hindi maipagkakaila na may maganda pa rin sa room tulad ng hightech na bintana namin. Kusang sumasara yun! hanep naman talaga eh. Tapos kahit umuulan o bumagyo man pumapasok ang ulan kahit sinasara namin. Sa school ko lang ata may invisible glass. Marami pang problema ang room namin tulad ng mga officers na nagpapameeting ng buong klase eh sila sila lang rin naman nagkakaintindihan kasama na yung ibang sipsip. Kaya oras na lumabas naman tayo sa room.

May quadrangle sa school namin. Hanep naman talaga! nakadepende sa angle ng araw kung paano kayo maiinitan! di ba math yun! Pero walang halong biro naisipan pa ng PTA na maglagay ng mga upuan dun upang maglibang ang iba eh luto naman talaga pwet mo kapag umupo ka literal na hotseat eh. Tapos hindi ko pa maintindihan ay bakit ang hangin sa school ay NAPAKADALANG! tapos pag meron pa amoy utot pa ng katabi mo o amoy ng slaughter house. Siguro ang hot talaga ng teachers samin. Grabe init sa school eh.

Sino bang hindi makakaalam sa parte ng school na tinatawag na canteen? na kahit ang luto ay lutong bahay ng mga nasa ilalim ng tuloy eh nauubos ang paninda. Gusto ko rin ang presyo nila parang may sprinkles of gold and diamond sa bawat paninda nila. Grabe naman ang mahal eh! Pero nauubos. Ganun talaga kapag pamilihang hindi ganap na kompetisyon (Ekonomiks yun pre!) Talagang maligalig ang mga tao samin. Nakakabili sila ng 30 pesos na isang pirasong manok tapos hindi sila makabayad ng sampung piso sa funds. Nakakagastos rin sila para sa mga jowa nila ng 150 pesos pero di makapag bayad sa ambagan sa project. Mahirap na talagang magsalita eh

Sa huli may tatlong bagay akong nais iwan sa inyo na sa dalawang bagay na iyon ay may isang bagay ang natutunan. Iba iba ang tao sa mundo. Walang perpektong paaralan. Kahit panay insulto ang binibigkas mo ukol sa paaralan mo ay may araw na iiyakan at magbabalik tanaw ka rito. Pero yung mga nangaangkin ng outlet ay dapat burahin sa mundo.

Narnia

Hindi natuloy ang suspension...... wala namang ginawang matino sa school. Bakit nga ba naging kaugalian natin na pumunta sa mga lugar na wala naman tayong gagawing may patutunguhan? Tulad na lang ng magical backdoor ng cr ng girls. Wala ka naman talagang mapapala dun maliban sa mga magsing irog na gumagawa ng pangarap at nagpaplano ng kinabukasan sa lugar na nasabi. Ngunit bakit nga ba sa likod ng c.r.?

Kung tatanungin mo ang henerasyon ng ating mga lolo't lola ang perfect dating place ay sa kabukiran. Sa henerasyon ng ating mga magulang ay park. Sa henerasyon natin ay mall. Sa batch ko ay likod ng c.r. tama ang nabasa mo kahit tingnan mo pa muli. May hiwaga ang likod ng pintuan ng c.r. na nakakadagdag sa pusok ng bawat magsing irog. Ito yung pinaka sagradong lugar sa eskwelahan dahil lahat ng nasa likod ng ito ay nag mamahalan. Isipin mo ang pakiramdam ng tumatae habang may nagsasabi ng "babe, wag diyan may kiliti ako diyan" sabay flush at pagraos mo mula sa hirap. Isipin mo naman yung lalabas ka ng banyo na may hawak na magazine,newspaper, toiletpaper, alcohol, at sanitizer tapos may nag uusap sa likod ng pintuan nito. Marami na akong karanasan sa mga tukmol na forever na yan.

1. Tumatae ako gawa ng buko pie na kinain ko nung nakaraaan na araw habang may sumigaw sa labas na lalaki at babae. "(insert mura here) Ambaho naman kaunting respeto naman oh!" Sa sobrang synchronized ng pagkakasigaw nila ay naisip ko silang iflush sa toilet.

2. Nagpasama ang isa kong kaibigan dahil baka pagtripan daw siya kapag siya'y tumae. Eh di sumama naman ako. Naka 30minutes ang kaibigan ko sa c.r. nang marealize kong may nagbebreak na magsyota sa likod ng pintuan ng c.r. nagalit sila sakin dahil nangingialam daw ako sa problema ng iba. Gusto ko sana silang murahin kaso umaattack pa ko sa COC.

3. Malapit sa locker yung c.r. kaya dun din nakatago yung mga young lovers clan. Nagkataon na sinipag ako sa pag aayos ng locker ko. Nang dumating ako may nakita akong magsyota sa likod ng pintuan ng c.r. tapos yung *bastos* nakapatong sa *bastos* *bastos* *bastos*. Mukhang napansin nila na nakita ko sila kaya nag good morning sila sakin. Ganun pala kapag nakapag breakfast ka ng maayos maganda ka bumati. Habang inaayos ko ang locker ay naguusap sila kung paano nila ako didispatyahin at paalisin. Nang patapos na ko nagparinig yung babae "ano ba yan abala naman yung ibang tao diyan". Sa nagsasabing nagaasume lang ako ay (insert mura here) kayo tatatlo kami dun alangan yung kalampungan niya anmg paringgan niya. Sa sobrang susot ko ay isinara ko nag locker at umutot ng malakas at mabaho dahil sa kinain kong kamote nung recess. Kita ko ang inis sa mata nila at kasiyahan sa damdamin ko.

4. Pinaka hardcore na experience ko ay yung magsyotang may kausap na daga, ipis at langgam. AY grabe naman talaga ginawa pang palusot ang kaawa awang nilalang. Pagpasok ko sa klase ay nagpa quiz si maam. Hindi na sila pinag quiz bilang parusa. Sana mabigyan sila ng grade nung daga.

Hanggang ngayon ay wala akong nobya at hindi ako malungkot gawa nun. Wala akong galit sa mga malalandi at makakating magsyota sa school ang akin lang, Wag kayo gagawa ng kahayupan habang naka uniform. gawin niyo yun habang naka tights o animal costume. Maliban sa kwento ng likod ng c.r. ay may iba pang kwentong magsyota na akong napakinggan at napanood.

1. May naglalambingan sa sulok ng classroom sa may basurahan. Parang nagpapatawaran sila dahil may nilibreng pineapple juice na tig sasampung piso si boy na ibang babae. Anak naman ng tipaklong sa bawat tampo ng babae ay isang sipa sa basurahan naming simbango ng sinisigaan na goma. Walang kumokontra sa kanila at hinayaan namin na kumalat ang basura sa trashbag. sa huli ay pinagpulot sila ni maam ng basura imbis na walisin o i mop. Naalala kong nagtapos ang ng tissue mula sa c.r.

2. Sa canteen ay may mag irog na nagkukulitan kung sino ang mas mahal ng isa sa isa. Ang pila ng canteen ay umabot sa office at wala pa ring pumansin. Hanggang may isang bayani na "aksidenteng" nagtapon ng toyo kay girl. Nagalit ang syota nito at nakipagsuntukan sa may canteen. Sa may pila pa talaga.

3. May Nagkukulitang magsyota sa taas kung saan nandun ang classroom namin. Maaga silang nakarating ngunit ng bumaba sila ay nag papanatang makabayan na kami. Pumila sila sa mga late at pinagflagceremony ng sila lang. Nakakatuwang isipin na kinikilig sila habang beastmode na ang principal.

Muli ko pong uulitin na wala akong laban sa mga taong naglalambingan. Ayaw ko lang po ng nakakaabala na sila ng ibang tao. Sabi nga nila " Maglandian na na kayo! Wag lang sa likod ng c.r. at tatae pa ako!"

Sana Totoo na lamang ang narnia at ilalagay ko sila sa closet at ilolock ko na habang buhay.

Kapirasong Papel

Malakas ang ulan, ayon sa balita bumabagyo raw..... ka chat ko ang isang kaibigan at sinisisi sa kaniya ang ulan dahil sa kaniyang pag kanta. ang birong yung ay matanda pa sa aking lola na mukhang tita sa edad niyang 53 pero bakit nga ba nag simula itong biro na to? sabi ng iba gawa daw ng mga palaka. kaawa-awang nilalang hindi na nga kaakit akit sinisisi pa sa pwersa ng kalikasan. Talaga bang ugali na natin na isisi sa mga bagay bagay lalo na sa mga walang muwang ang mga bagay na hindi natin maipaliwanag? katulad ng isa kong guro itago natin siya sa pangalang ms.punk dahil iba iba ang shade ng buhok niya at sa hindi maipaliwanag na dahilan ay sa kahit anong pagkakataon ay nakapaling ang bangs niya sa kaliwa.

Nag paactivity samin si ms.punk at nagbigay siya ng papel na lagayan daw ng grade ng leader base sa pagtulong nito(dito pa lang ay nagsisimula na ang pagbibigay ng kapangyarihan sa mga engot) ang binigay niyang papel ay nasa kalahati ng 1/2 crosswise pahalang na nahahati sa 15 row at 12 column, grabe naman kahit karayom na isinawsaw sa tinta eh hindi mo yun masusulatan, pero hindi pa yung ang problema eh.

Isang beses nagpa activity si ms.punk at kinolekta ang papel ng mga duwende. Nag assign siya uli na tulad ng dati ay hindi na kami nagulat, isang fliptop battle at isang linggo lamang ang preparasyon, dyos ko! kahit yung mga malutong magmura sa youtube isang buwan ang preparasyon pero hindi pa iyon ang problema.

Dumating ang araw ng paghuhukom, sa sobrang kaba ang isa kong kaklase ay nagmarathon mula sa tindahan at banyo ng school para makakuha ng sabon at may kumukulo sa kaniyang sinapupunan. balik tayo sa judgement day, sa simula hinahanap ni ms.punk ang script ng fliptop, eh anak naman ng unggoy na nagungulangot malay ba namin na ipapasa yun. isinulat namin sa papel na sa sobrang dumi hindi na kakapitan ng tinta at hindi mo maiisip na papel, kung alam naming ipapasa sana inilagay pa namin yun sa scented paper tapos isinulat gamit ang g-tech. Pero hindi pa yun ang problema at dadating na ang problema .

Hinahanap ni ms.punk ang papel ng mga duwende na kaniyang kinolekta noong nakaraang linggo. Tinangka naming magpaliwanag ngunit beastmode na si ms.punk at idinikta ang bawat pagkakamali namin simula ng makilala niya kami at kung paano kami walang mararating. Lahat ay nakayuko maliban sa kaklase kong tumatae noon sa niyerbos, nakakainggit na wala siyang alam sa pangyayari, nagwalk out si ms.punk at nagdadabog. nag usap usap kami at nilalabas ang susot sa pader na magigiba na.

Natutunan namin na wag gagalitin ang mga taong may weird color scheme ang buhok at malakas pa sa kapit ng pulitiko na laging kabuntot ni pacquiao ang hair fix. Kinabukasan dumating uli sa ms. punk at dala dala ang kanyang mga gamit na akala mo ay secretary ng United Nations sa dami ng papel. Namisplace lang daw niya yung mga papel at nasa ilalim ng kaniyang desk, akala ko ay hihingi siya ng tawad sa amin biglang isinisisi pa sa amin dahil hindi daw namin inilagay sa magandang folder.

Lumabas siya ulit at tulad ng isang international team na niluto ang laban ay sabay sabay kaming nagmura na parang wala ng bukas. Lumakas ang bonding ng classroom ko pagkatapos ng pangyayaring yun

Judgement day

Ang ganda ng araw...... kasabay ng suspension, hindi ko maintindihan ang gobernador ng lugar namin. Kapag maganda ang araw at magaan sa pakiramdam isususpend ang klase. kapag ang araw ay pangit pa sa C.R. ng NAIA at kahit hangin ay kaya kang patayin ay tuloy ang pasok. Ngunit bakit nga ba nagkakaroon lamang ng suspension kapag wala namang gagawing kapaki pakinabang sa eskwelahan? o kaya may magaganap na kapanapanabik? bakit hindi dumaan ang mga bagyo kapag ang projects ay sinabi dalawang linggo ang nakaraan pero bukas ang deadline kaya ngayon mo gagawin? o kaya sa examinations na halos lahat naman ng pinagsasabi ng guro ay wala sa exam bagkus ito ay na sa libary ng mga babylonian.

Naalala ko nung mga panahon na mageexam, nag eexam at nag exam ako. Tiba tiba sa akin ang tindahan ng kape na malakas ang caffeine dahil kailangan kong pumasa, hindi pa uso yung tsimis na mas malakas ang caffeine ng mansanas, tsaka takte naman parang may mapupulot ka bang mansanas sa daan eh kung kape? mainit sa tiyan pwede pang ipanghingi sa burol ng kapitbahay mo. Sa tagal ko ng nag eexam ay nakagawa na ako ng tips kung ano ang magandang gawin sa simula,habang, at pagkatapos mag exam.

Tips sa mga mag eexam:

1. Kalimutan lahat ng galit sa isa't isa dahil tanging ang test paper lamang ang kalaban ninyo. kakailanganin mong magpa photocopy ng reviewer sa weirdo mong kaklase na subsob na ang nguso kaka take down notes. Take note: maghanda ng bubble gum o kahit anong matamis sa bulsa sakaling tingnan ka ng masama.

2. No man is an Island. Sa kapanahunan ng exam wag kang magpaka astig o cool effect. Siguradong babagsak ka. Lunukin ang pride, at maghandang bumula ang bibig. Lapitan lahat ng honors at alam mong may alam sa wala kang alam, pero sa sitwasyon ko lahat sila ay nilalapitan ko. Kahit yung teachers mo na daig pa si cyclops at medusa pumatay sa tingin ay kailngan mong lapitan para malaman ang coverage ng exam at ano dapat ang reviewhin. Itanong mo ng lahat dahil sa oras na umalis ka hindi ka na makakabalik.

3. Alamin kung sino ang patron ng exams. ayon sa aking pag susuri ito ay si St.Joseph of Cupertino. Pero sapat na ba siya? hindi kasi si beelzebub, satanas at Lucifer ang gumawa ng exams kaya kailngan mo kung maari LAHAT ng santo. Tulad ni St. Bruno na santo ng mga sinasapian ng demonyo kailngan mo siya! alam mo kung bakit? Dahil baka sa pag bagsak ng math test paper mo sa iyo ay mangisay ka na lang na parang nabitawan na chainsaw.

4. Ihanda ang gamit sa digmaan. Mabuting ihanda na ang gamit upang wala ka ng iisipin sa examinations. ito silang lahat: papel(1 whole at yellow pad), Pambura(yung malaki bakasakaling kailangan mo magtanong ng sagot at masusulatan mo ito at pasimpleng pahiramin ang kaklase mo), lapis, ballpen(lima kung maari at itim depende na lang kung pabebe ang mag eexam sa inyo at pink dapat ang tinta), Colored pens, crayola, rosaryo, sampaguita, prayer book, earphones, cellphone, at tubig.

5. Kumain ng tama para sa utak. Sabi nila mainam ang gatas , itlog at cereal para sa mga nag eexam. iwasan daw ang mga pagkain ng matataba at mamantika. Iwasan din ang pag inom ng softdrinks dahil nakakagulo raw ito sa iyo. pero kumain ng tama lamang dahil mahirap na may kalaban ka sa loob mo habang nag eexam.

6. Ihanda ang kalamnan ng tiyan. Mahirap mag exam ng natatae. Hindi totoong mahirap kalaban ang konsensya mo, isa iyong kahibangan, mas mahirap kapag ang mga submarine sa tiyan mo ay kailngan ng mag submerge ay hindi ka na makakapag concentrate. Mabuting Dumumi ng limang beses sa tahanan at tatlo sa eskwelahan( baka sakaling pagtripan ka pa at di ka pa matae).

7. Matulog ng maaga. Dahil mas masarap ang pakiramdam mo kapag nakatulog ka ng sapat. Lalo na yung tipo na sa sobrang sarap eh naka isang subject na sa eskwelahan eh ikaw eh naliligo pa sa laway. Hindi rin maganda yung sa eskwelahan ka matutulog dahil may sasanib sayong multo o katawang lupa na biglang magpapasipag sa iyo. WAG NA WAG MO ITONG LALABANAN hayaan mong sumanib ito sayo hanggang sa paggising mo patay na lahat ng kasama mo.

Ngayon handa na ang sarili mo at kaisipan sa digmaan ay ano naman ang gagawin mo rito?

Tips sa Nag eexam

1. Kumalma ka utang na loob! sa oras na mag panic ka ay talo ka na. Habang nagsasagot ay maupo ng maayos at diretso ang tingin sa papel. Kapag hindi alam ang sagot ay balikan na lamang kapag lumabas ng kwarto ang guro at magtanong sa pinakamalapit na honor sa hindi mo alam at sa mga hindi ka sigurado. Itanong mo na rin kung pwede siya na magsagot ng papel mo

2. Ang isang classroom ay isang zoo kapag may exam. May mga Giraffe na expert mangopya, Manok na putak ng putak ng sagot niya at umaasang may magtatama nito, kabayong nagpapapadyak sa lamesa dahil hindi alam ang sagot sa number 25, pusa na hindi mapakali sa pwesto niya, kambing na nguya ng nguya ng pagkain dahil hindi siya makakalma at guinea pigs na biglang mawawalan na lang ng malay. Piliin kung ano ka sa kanila at makibagay. Maari kang maging aso na tahimik at ginagawa ang dapat gawin ngunit iilan lang sila tulad ng mga taong may common sense.

3. Laging tandaan laging may kalaban sa paligid. Pagkatapos ng isang exam ay may paparating pa na sunod na test paper. Kakayanin mo sila, tiwala lang. Dahil determinasyon ang kailangan mo pangalawa lamang sa pananampalataya. Wag mo sayangin ang pinaghandaan mo. wag na wag kang magpapasa ng blangkong papel dahil mas malaki ang tsansa na tumama ang hula kaysa blangko. Kapag naglagay ng goodluck ang teacher niyo sa likod ng papel ng "God bless" o kaya "Good Luck" maglagay ka ng "Thank you! I really appreciate it Ma'am/sir" Sabay lagay ng smiley emoticon at drawing ni garfield ng nakapeace sign. Kung desperado na talaga mag stapler ng isandaan pag pasa ng papel.

Ngayon nakalabas ka na mula sa ilalim ng impyerno, Ano naman ang gagawin mo pagkatpos nito?

Tips Pagkatapos ng exam

1. Mag-Party! Ayun din ang gaagwin ng mga kongresistang naka takas sa isang alegasyon. Kaya lubusin mo na ang kasiyahan na iyong matatamasa dahil sa pagchecheck ng test paper ay malapit na rin naman kaya mabuting kunin mo na lahat ng gusto mo bago ka bitayin.

2. Pasalamatan lahat ng diyos ng norse,greek,egyptian, roman, si buddha, at si yahweh. kasama narin ang lahat ng santong binulabog mo sa kakadasal kaysa magreview. Pakitandaan na maghanda ng alay sa mga kaarawan nila kung sakaling pumasa ka at wag sumapi sa demonyo kapag bumagsak.

3. Kalimutan na nag exam ka. pag may nagtanong sayo kamusta exam sabihin mo " exam? ano yun? nakakain ba yun?" Sikaping wag magmukhang engot habang sinasabi ito.

4. Pagkatanggap ng papel ay ifold ito ilagay sa isang folder o envelope pumunta sa tuktok ng mount apo at tsaka basahin ito. Pag pumasa ay isigaw ang kasiyahan sa tutok ng bundok. Kung bumagsak man ay kusa ka ng gugulong ng bundok pababa.

5. Ipakita at papirmahan sa magulang ang test paper. Ito na ang hardcore! talagang simula palang dito ka naghahanda. Dahil dito nakasalalay kung makakapag dota ka pa ba o isusubsob mo sa libro ang mukha mo sa isang quarter upang makabawi sa kanila. Muling magdasal kung bumagsak, na babaan ang parusa sa pagbawas ng baon sa pag tiytiyane ng damo sa labas araw araw.

Ngayon tapos na ang proseso sabay sabay tayo.

BABAWI NA LANG AKO NEXT QUARTER!