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This is what happens to people who writes articles everyday...

Your mind is focused on writing something, probably a topic of what happened during the day, but when you are going to write the article, you feel like you are tired of writing. *sigh* I want to share my lovelife but i'm to lazy to type it. hahaha... walang magawa eh!! nag-uupdate lang.


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"Gravity... why fight it" -Garfield

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Pulling again those memories out of the treasure chest of my head, I began to wonder if I could still write good poems the way I used to in college. Not just poems but short stories which I get from simple and ordinary things that I see at our house. From my aging mother to a scorched katol almost hidden behind the door of my room, everything seems to be a perfect topic for a literary masterpiece. Once I had that sight, a vision perhaps. But now I think I had lost that vision.

Hay, I wish that this vision will come back

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You're on my friends list and I want to know 25+ things about you. I don't care if we never talk, never liked each other, or if we already know everything about each other. ;)

1. Can you cook? fried only
2. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator? sleep
3. What talent do you wish you had? none
4. Favorite place? home
5. Favorite vegetable? broccolli
6. What was the last book you read? Stephen King's the Stand
7. Are you Dirty or Clean? clean
8. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? none
9. Worst Habit? being late for work (hehehe, naging habit na)

HERE COMES THE FUN ...
1. How did we meet? sa Varsi
2. What's your philosophy on life? carpe diem and the golgen rule
3. Negative or Optimistic? negative
4. What was your dream growing up? to become an astronaut
5. Worst thing to ever happen to you? can't remember
6. What was your first impression of me? tahimik at suplada
7. Tell me one weird fact about you: I
8. Whats your favorite memory of us? pagbinabangas natin si Kuya Nick
10. Have you ever kept anything from me? none
11. What do you think of me as a Person?makulit at kalog
12. Do you think I'm sane or insane?insane but in a nice way
13. Would you cry for me if I died? I don't know
14. Would you be my crime partner or my conscience? crime partner
15. If you could change anything about me, would you? no, everyone's unique kaya dapat di palitan
16. How do you fall asleep? hindi ko alam
17. Ever gotten angry with me? hindi
18. Would you go on a blind date if I set you up? sure why not?
19. If you had one day to live, what would you do? repent and tell those I love that I love them
20. A million bucks.. what would you do with it? maliit na ngayon yun, siguro magtatayo ng business
21. What is your worst fear? heights and rats
22. Favorite thing to do in your spare time? read and text
23. Can you sing or dance?sing yes, dance, uhm... sing
24. In one word, how would you describe me? Be honest... unique and very strong-willed person
25. Will you repost this so I can fill it out ? yes

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Finally, I'll be able to get my salary today. Actually, the initial plan was to go to digitel and inquire on the cost of phone installation. I was also planning to get a smart bro connection since I needed a fast internet connection with the job I have. But an unfortunate event came and due to it all these plans would have to be left aside. My phone died. huhuhu... the joystick, which i use for scrolling, gave up already. It would not work anymore. that's why I'll be buying a new phone... but i'll miss the old one... sigh...

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I was early today at the Makati Press Office (would you believe?) because my trainer asked me to go to Makati coliseum and get the initial tabulation results from the Comelec. As of press time, ashzel, a reporter from Malaya, and I were waiting for ate Armie since she had the wheels to take us to the Coliseum. By the way, ate Armie is an Abante Reporter.

While waiting, ashzel (the self-proclaimed makati press corp. president, hahaha) and I did some cleaning inside the press office. We took out the piles outside the office and we washed the dishes left by other reporters last night.

Actually I'm enjoying my stay in the Makati Press Office. Funny cause they were considering me like a little brother and they were helping me with my articles.

I had this funny experience yesterday. While I was working on my article, the Makati reporters, composed of Kuya Ferdie of Manila Standard, Kuya Lloyd of The Philippine Chronicle, Kuya Rodel of The Philippine Star, and Kuya Chito (My Trainer), were teasing and linking me to Kim Lim, the trainee of Kuya DJ of Philippine Daily Inquirer. They were asking Kim funny things like when is her birthday and what gift she wants to receive on her birthday and how old she is. In between the questions, they would look at me and say, "O yung isa jan, narinig mo naman siguro yung gusto niya." another would say "dito ka na nga gumawa ng article sa table na ito (referring to the dining table) kanina ka pa kasi tingin ng tingin.

Actually Kim is a nice girl with chinky eyes and pandesal-like cheeks. She's really cute and take note that she's from the University of the Philippines.

Hay... I wish Manila Bulletin will give this beat to me. I love working here. But If they would ask me what beat would I like to have, I'll choose either eastern beat or manila beat. Because its near to my house and to Bangles...

sigh.

But makati beat is a good beat also...

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Despite the fact that Vatican junk the "in limbo" idea, I would like to use this adjective or term to describe my stay in Manila Bulletin.

True enough, I had enjoyed my stay inside the Makati Press Office, meeting the reporters from the different media and press institutions. It took me two weeks to finally get their attention and to befriend all of them. I had the nicest trainer named Chito Chavez. Actually he was the low profile type of person. But he is a good writer and humble.

What I like about him is that he is like a father figure to me. For some, we looked like father and son since we looked almost the same - he is also hairy and we both have the arabic looks. hehehe. He is just taller and stockier compared to me, who only have a small and gaunt physique.

But my status in Manila Bulletin is sort of in Limbo. Ding Marcelo, our managing editor has not yet given me my assigned beat. I was as if having an ojt but with pay. hay.

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Here I go again, I promised myself that I would not think of you today. How many months have we been away from each other. Almost two months. But I still find myself holding on to your memory.

Have you been thinking of me? Perhaps no.

I still recall the happy memories we had shared from the first day we met to the day we took different directions. I remember the last words you have said. "Im just returning back the trust you gave."

But know, those phrases have become vague. It must be the cobwebs inside my mind that makes it so obscure.

I should have told you how much I love you... I should have told you how much I told you.

I had this funny experience last friday when I was asked by Ma'am Joy to be the proctor of 4ECEC in their quiz. As usual, I acted as a strict student assistant/proctor(or maybe an asshole for 4ECEC).

Perhaps, they thought that I could not catch them peeking at their classmates answers but boy, they picked the wrong proctor. Despite having a 175/150 vision, I am proud to say that I am one of the best cheaters that UST ever had.

Anyway, I caught 4 students trying to cheat their way to that coveted perfect score. One student tried to catch a glimpse on the answer of his classmate in front of him. Another student slowly lifted his test paper to peek at his classmates' answers beside him and two students compared and change their answers while I was being mobbed and covered (they thought that I couldn't see them) by several 4ECEC students.

As an obedient and loyal student assistant, I told ma'am joy that I caught 4 students who tried to cheat during the quiz.

after 3 days, I received feedbacks from 4ECEC that they were so pissed with me.(hahahaha). I said I was just doing my job (with a halo on top of my head).

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sigh, only a few weeks from now, I'll be leaving ust. I'll sure miss my work as a student assistant in the ECE laboratory and all my student assistant friends and sir bangles. sad face!

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Seven



Illustration by Jonathan T. Gamalinda

REMEMBER when we were seven
When the street was one big and strange world
And crossing from one pavement to another
Was a journey to a foreign land?

Back then, we carried our fears of walking on highways
With boxes of pencils and crayons
packed in our bags. And yet, you showed me
The difference between a boy and a kid

When for the first time you took and held my hand,
Like a child clinging on to a teddy bear for comfort,
And walked with closed eyes across the street
Knowing that someone brave would prevent you from falling.

Now, the clouds are no longer strangers to us. We have
Already made friends with the lamp posts and still,
We find ourselves sharing the warmth of each other’s palms,
Under the fiery, cascading glow of the afternoon sky.

In steady rhythms, we breathe the word forever
Along with the dusts and the smoke of this metropolis
That when tomorrow is at the verge of a dead end,
This is the only thing that we will remember.

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I haven't had any sleep last night. Did chi-square. ayun

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After reading all of my friends' entries, I realized that we all have the same predicament? and that, my friends, is love. One of my friends has this sort-of roller coaster lovelife while another feels like she was crushed by love. Weird...
One dumb person would suggest to have a heart transplant and replace the foolish heart with a new one.

But is it really the heart that really feels loved and unloved? Or somewhere deeper, in between the tissues and flesh, is a storage box that hides what we feel inside?

I really do believe that love is a state of mind as what this guy in grey's anatomy thinks. Whether we had a new heart or we had kept the old one, we still feel the same intense pain or even happiness that love brings to us. The feeling for the same person remains and this proves that love works in the minds of people and not in their hearts.

the question now is, how can we forget?

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Again, it's been awhile since I posted something in my journal.
Quoting Jade: "Leonard, ano ka ba naman. ang tagal mo ng hindi nagpopost sa lj mo!!"
So here I go again, pulling these crappy thoughts out of my head and writing it on a journal which a few people (I mean a few people) would really read.

Anyway, what would I write?

Would I write something on how I am living so miserably with this heart. That long time ago, after a bizaare circumstance, I met this gullible yet innocent person whom eventually would break my heart. Would I write on how his presence resembles grains of sand on your palms that at a moment you are enjoying that person's presence without knowing that as time passes the presence of that person is slipping out of your hands until that person is eventually gone. Would I write on how that person smiled all the way to my heart?

I dunno...


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Congrats to ABS-CBN for winning the 3rd USTV award

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It is 12:19 am and Im still here in the varsitarian office on a Sunday. Everybody is on a panic mood because her highness - Joeslito Zulueta - is on his way from the airport to our office. Crunch time is the crunchier time. What quotable quotes would we hear from sir lito this time? Is he still sane after alighting the plane from some royal european country??? hmmm... I hope he remembered to give us pasalubong. Kuya T.L. told us that the last time Sir lito went to other country and back, he gave them a ballpen. hmmmm..... Im sleepy...

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PS> I hope you read my poem. If you want to react, please do so..

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At the end of the day, there are some things you just can't help but talk about. Some things we just don't want to hear, and some things we say because we can't be silent any longer. Some things are more than what you say, they're what you do. Some things you say cause there's no other choice. Some things you keep to yourself. And not too often, but every now and then, some things simply speak for themselves.

-Meredith Grey (Grey's Anatomy)

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A friend once had send me a quote that goes something like this last semesteral break:

"the real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right time, but also to leave the wrong things unsaid at the most tempting moment."


I was wondering... was there really an art of conversation? If so, then why so many of us have failed to learn this craft?

Yes it is true that communication is the first thing we learn in life. but I think communication is the hardest skill to learn. The funny thing is, once we grow up, learn our words and really start talking, the harder it becomes to know what to say or how to ask for what we really need.

Here now comes my dillemma... How are we be able to know what words are right and what words are to be left behind? Who are to judge what we have said?

I guess its a matter of perspective. No one can really tell what is right and wrong when it comes to communication.

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Two Names You Go By:
1.) Leonard
2.) aji

Two Parts of Your Heritage:
1.) Pinoy
2.) middle eastern

Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
1.) uniform
2.) eyeglasses

Two Things You Would Want In A Relationship:
1.) Love
2.) Trust

Two Of Your Favorite Hobbies:
1.) Writing
2.) Music

Two Things You Want Really Badly At The Moment:
1.) to bring back my relationship with and that person's love
2.) to sleep

Two Pets You Had/Have:
1.) misgy
2.) choco

Two People Who Will Fill This Out:
1.) mai
2.) issai

Two Things You Did Last Night:
1.) listen to Sir jere for the last time
2.) went to sleep

Two Things You Ate Today:
1.) donut
2.) liempo

Two People You Last Talked To:
1.) jobert
2.) kuya jun

Two Things You're Doing Tomorrow:
1.) work at the ECE lab
2.) lay-out the damn magazine

Two Of The Longest Car Rides You've Been On:
1.) Taytay - Pagudpod
2.) Cagayan - Taytay

Two Favorite Holidays:
1.) Christmas
2.) summer

Two Things You Can't Live Without:
1.) that person
2.) Love

Two Things You Should Be Doing Instead Of This:
1.) go to the washroom
2.) work

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Its funny how time, like thief, comes without noticing it. How time seems to take everything from us - the breath of air we once shared with our friends, family and loved ones, the moment we felt happy and loved and the memory we tried to grasp tenaciously. Time... how I hate time.

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This is my second day at work and instead of working inside the ECE Laboratory, I was with my fellow technician and fellow scholar watching the Game 3 of the NBA Finals. I thought Dallas would win, but in the last minute of the game, Miami took the lead and eventually took game 3 by dismal 3-point lead. Damn, wade, damn... It was time's work again... he turned the clock around.

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I'm excited to see my classmates again, but I hope time would not go against me.....

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Finally, dizizit kapeng mainit.

Sobrang thankful ako kay God kasi He made this possible.
Pero nakakalungkot kasi aalis na yung mga old members... kahit saglit lang ang pinagsamahan namin sa varsi eh naging mga kaibigan na rin.

Si ate cam, ang aking news editor. sobrang thankful ako sa pagpapasensya niya sa akin. kahit na nangangarag ako sa mga articles, di siya nagagalit.

Si ate marlene, sobrang natutuwa ako sa mga kwento niya. Hindi kumpleto and gothic team kung wala siya. Salamat sa pagpapapangit sa akin nung pretty boy/bad girl night. hindi sana ako mananalo kundi dahil sa pagmake-up mo sa akin. salamat na rin sa damit.

Si Ate Kalai, ang aming bossing sa sports. Salamat din sa pagpapasensya sa articles. salamat at tinagline mo pa ako sa sports magazine na dapat scrap na yung article ko. Sa mga kwelang hirit at jokes. hehehe

Kay J.t. sa mga jokes at kakulitan.

Kay Bimbo, sana makapaginuman ulit tayo sa susunod.

kay kuya reagan, sa pagpapasensya. maami akong natutunan sa iyo lalo na yung pag dig deeper sa story.

kay Miko, sa mga pieces of advice at tips na ibinigay mo. sobrang makakatulong yon.

kay kuya T.L., di ko mamakakalimutan yung halakhak mo na sobrang tining at yung "this would not work" na nakita ko sa first article ko..

mamaya na yung iba kasi may interview sa eng'g ngayon. yari na ako kasi late ako... wahahaha