Archive for February 2013


I don’t have to worry about not having a school for the next school year anymore. University applications were stressing me out but now I am just relieved.

I also felt really happy knowing that of the 350 students they are going to accept in their SAF (School of Accounting and Finance), I was one of those who got accepted early.



Thank You, Lord.



Interesting. 🙂

Books, j'adore

If you’re on twitter and follow Neil Gaiman, you probably already know about his project with Blackberry, called Keep Moving. It started as an advertising campaign, and when I first heard about it in January, I was skeptical. Even with Gaiman involved, ads are ads. They can be great, but at the end of the day, the purpose is still to sell a product to me that I probably don’t need. Nevertheless, because I do follow him, and I don’t understand how to mute a user (or maybe because I’m just too lazy to do it), I’ve been keeping up with the project by default.

During the first week of February, Gaiman got the ball rolling on his end. He told his followers that for twelve hours, he would be posting (once an hour) writing prompts for every month of the year. At the end of the day, he would choose one…

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Just tired.

Maybe because life is just one big routine. Wake up. Exercise a little. Leave for work. Work. Leave work. Come home. Sleep.

Maybe because every single day is just one set of scripted “may I help yous” to those people who don’t (most of the time) even appreciate your kindness.

Maybe because finishing something may mean bouts of withdrawal which could lead to moments of despair.

Maybe because seeing familiar faces hinder you from meeting new people who might, most likely, change your life.

Maybe because smiling isn’t what it is all about anymore. Could you imagine being paid to just smile and act pretty in front of customers who look at you as if you are beneath them when you don’t hear any word they said because they were whispering their orders to the empty air? Smiling, definitely, has just lost its purpose to make people feel good about themselves.

Or maybe… just because.

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Someone stabbed somebody at Dundas West Station yesterday. I didn’t even know there were lots of police officers (and the media) just outside my workplace until customers asked me about what had happened. I didn’t know anything until my managers informed us.

Will it all boil down to this? 

There lies a person, bleeding from multiple stabs, just two flights of stairs away. The man was taken to the hospital. The police came to investigate. The media came to cover the incident.

Everything lasted while we were taking customers orders, putting on fake smiles, and bidding them goodbye. And still, no one (from work) knew until other people started asking.

Are we really that caught up in that little world we put ourselves into? Maybe. Maybe not. 


Literature can’t die like this.

101 Books

You become an awful, bitter person who watches Jersey Shore reruns all day.

Or this.

 Via: Passive Voice

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February 17, 2013

Yesterday marked the second year I have been living in Canada. When I woke up, I was expecting my family to remember but apparently, they didn’t. I was sad but I didn’t remind them about it.

Yesterday made me remember everything that I’ve been missing these past two years. And with everything, I mean those people who really mattered to me in the years. Or so I thought.

Yesterday made me thankful that I am where I stand now. I have people who love me despite my weirdness.

Yesterday made me happy that my family (even if they forgot how important this day is to us) has grown stronger and closer to each other. And because of that I know that we will continue to conquer all the challenges that we may face in the future.

Yesterday marked the day I realized how important it is to have people care for you and vice versa.

I guess we’ve been so busy but somehow, people always manage find time for the ones they deem important. I have been wanting to say these words to three people but it’s getting more and more impossible with our clashing time zones and different schedules. So here it goes…

  • Reading all of the online messages we have exchanged in the past two years made me realize that you will always be in my life no matter what happens. I know that I disappointed you when I didn’t even bother to show up when you needed me the most. I am sorry. I never wanted to be selfish but at that time, I was scared (too scared) to see what have you have brought into being. To add more pain to the one I already caused, I just left without saying goodbye. I am very sorry. I should have known that you, of all people, are the closest thing I have to a soulmate. Parting brought such a sweet sorrow that sometimes I just want to come back and make up for the things I have done wrong. Believe me when I say that your home will be the first home we will stay in when we go back in the Philippines. And don’t forget that I miss and love you (forever and always), soulsister.
  • Sometimes I wonder if you have changed a lot because it seems like every time we talk, you sound more experienced than before. It is true that with time comes experience but I seem to have frozen the times when I used to call you and ask if you could stay with me. You have always been there for me and I will forever be grateful for that. Now, I can’t help but hear the tiredness that is masked by your smiling face as I talk to you. You have never sounded that way before. I guess pain can age you in ways you could not imagine. Nevertheless, know that I will always be a message away if you need someone to talk to. I will always be your trustworthy confidant. I remember the time when you said I never fail to say things that sadden you. I’ve felt guilty since. I promise you, this time, I’ll make you shed tears of joy or even shed none at all. I miss you, child.
  • What has made me forlorn these past weeks is the fact that we haven’t talked in what seemed like so many ages ago. I specifically remembered that it was you who said that reconnecting with old friends is one of your must-dos this year but I’m seeing none of that. I know that you have endless lists of responsibilities to finish until the semester ends but it never hurts to leave a “what’s up?” message on my inbox. You have been a constant part of my life back in Luzon [and I to yours] and I am, at the moment, morose that I will never a constant part of yours any time soon. You have done a lot for yourself and I am very proud of you but sometimes, I couldn’t bring myself to say that to you because I know, deep in my heart, that it won’t merit as much. I miss you, really miss you and I hope that we could be as gullible as we were before, love.

I know that some statements won’t make sense to some but it means the world to me. I really do miss you, best friends.


On a side note…(in the Bittersweet jewelry store)

“Don’t force yourself to get in touch with a person who doesn’t want to get in touch with you. It’s not worth it,” a friend told me yesterday. I am vainly trying to.

After all, I can’t always make the first move, right? 🙂 

If I was Her and Him

-Valerie Joy Decrepito

Before, I wanted to be everyone I read about:

Persephone, wandering away from her saccharine-sounding companions,

Aurora, waking up because of a lover’s kiss,

Belle, taming the Beast,

Cinderella, going to the ball,

Ariel, losing her voice so fair,

Athena, sprouting from Zeus.

I wanted to be beautiful, like the air,

Like Rhiannon, who rode like the wind

And enchanted a king.

And now, I realized that all of them are me.

I am Persephone, had she not been taken away by Hades,

I am Aurora, if she had woken up too soon.

I am the part of Belle who remained with the Beast.

I am the mermaid, not Ariel, but the true one,

The one who lost her voice,

The one who turned into sea foam.

I am Cinderella, changeling child ,

I am Diana, goddess of the hunt,

And I am Iphigenia, the virgin sacrifice.

When I got older, I think perhaps that most of all

I would like to be Achilles, not because he was a man

(Although we are in a patriarchal society),

But because he, however strong,

Was still prophesized by silver-footed Thetis

To have twofold fates that will lead to his doom.

I would like to be the part of Achilles,

That had been made impenetrable

In his immersion in the River of Styx,

On the kind of heel that didn’t cause his death.

But then, the wind blew me back to reality,

Whispering that I, am just me, not anyone else.

So now, I just resign myself

With craned neck, parted lips,

And clenched fists–

Waiting for graces to descend

Through the juts of my cheeks

Until they spatter down my neck

And permeated all of my body.

And perhaps, just perhaps,

I could be her and him.

This was the first poem I had written for class when I arrived here in Canada. And this was also my first poem (though I used to write poetry for the school paper) I posted on Facebook. I received an A  for this and this gave me inspiration to write more. 

p.s. I based this poem on another person’s poem and she is an amazing writer. I tried looking for a link of the poem where I based this on but multiply is down already. 😦