Christmas and my birthday is already over, literrally over and before the year end I just wanted to say thank you to the following who greeted me and for those new friends i've met ...
1. My Family
- Maraming salamat sa inyo Papa, Mama at sa super kulit kong kapatid na si Mhaggie. salamat sa pagmamahal na ibinibigay nyo sakin.
Relatives [Father Side]
- Of course thank you sa pablow out ni Tito Sammy para sa birthday ko. haha. panalo yung mga handa nung noche buena eh. haha. thank you ulit tito.
- Salamat din mga tito's and tita's at mga pinsan:
diko zed capistrano, ate mak zulueta, ninong don antonio, tita cleopatra valenzuela, ate marlene lid, shawn ymman zulueta, ate amihan valenzuela, louel antonio, melissa valenzuela, diko raffy izon, ate rica fernando, raja alfonso, kuya ryan izon, adjet capistrano, kuya christian antonio, donna antonio
Relatives [Mother Side]
- Of course thank you din sa Sapit Family [Tito Jojo, Ninang Lyria, Airyl, Inji, Neil at Lem] sa pag-adopt sakin nung December 26. nabusog po ako.]
- salamat din Kuya Franklin Bugay
2. B-E-R-K-Z
Rosana
- And here i was thinking na nakalimutan mo ang birthday ko pero nagkamali pala ako. di ko lang agad nabasa yung gretings mo sa wall ko. haha. thank you bestfriend. yung regalo ko ha. haha
Lui
- Kapatid, maraming salamat. Salamat sa greetings and thank you din for always being there for me. Salamat sa support at sa mga advices na binibigay mo sakin. Long Live BERKZ! Astig! at dapat pala may regalo ka sakin. lagi kang nasa Singapore kasi. haha.
Jepoy
- maraming salamat bunso. haha. same age na naman tayo ulit. haha
Citadel
- maraming salamat din kapatid. kahit gusto ko lumuwas para makasama kayo nung birthday ni Jepoy wala naman ako budget. haha
3. Kristine Joy Andres
- Salamat ng madami sa pagdamay sa akin sa mga problema ko. tulad nga ng sabi ko sayo, hindi lang kita girlfriend, para narin kitang bestfriend kasi palagi kitang kakampi sa lahat ng problemang pinagdaraanan ko. maraming salamat din sa regalo mong cake, toamato watch at Roronoa Zorro na figure.
4. Christine Joy Matic
- Thanks a lot my dearest kulet/soulmate. Salamat sa lahat ng bagay na nagawa mo sakin. Thank you for being an inspiration and a great friend. Thank you din para sa napaka awesome na greeting mo para sakin! o^_^o\m/
5. Benette Marie Navarro Manalo
- Salamat sa pagbati mo sakin and salamat kasi naspend ko yung birthday ko ng kasama ka. tulad din ng sabi ko maraming salamat sa pagpapasaya sakin [ng madalas]. hindi ko inexpect na magiging ganito tayo magiging close ngayon though totally strangers lang tayo dati. haha. basta thank you talaga for coming in my life.
6. Quatros Guintos
- Salamat sa inyo:
Cheysser, Roma, Katherine G., Catherine E., Irene, Lileth, Rose Anne Del Rosario, Kevin Cruz
salamat sa inyong lahat, namiss ko lang yung pagtawag sakin ni Louisecille para batiin ako. haha. thanks guys!!! miss ko na kayong lahat. hope to see you soon mga guintos!
7. BSN Classmates/Friends /Clinical Instructors
- Maraming salamat sa mga sumusunod:
Thel Capuyan, Darylene Dolar, Julie Paguio, Julie Baluyot, Victor Artap, Pb Firmeza, Ma'm Digna Santos, Jean Navarro, Karen Forbes, Liz De Guzman, Ysh Renosa, Xandrea Cabritit, Donaldson Cadiz, Alyssa Lingad, Denice Alfaro, Pete Jornal
8. BNHS Batchmates/Schoolmates
- Salamat:
Robert Badrina, Ajira Cruz, Brian Magat, Ross Ann Velasco, David De Jesus, Pauline Magpoc, Roxanne Boniquit, Princess Antolin, Kim Antonio, Em Silva
9. Friends [ important/special ]
Kathleen Duran
- salamat ng madami kambal. Can’t wait to see you again. :D
- salamat dude! yung regalo ko ihanda mo na pagdating ko dyan. haha.
10. YFC Family
- Salamat ng madami sa mga sumusunod:
Macoy Holgado, Peter De Leon, Erick Garcia, Sherrie May Lacaron
11. Bataan Anime Nation [BANAT]
- maraming salamat sa pagbati Jace Roronoa [Coffee Queen]
12. Succeed Review Center Family
- Maraming salamat sa inyo:
Ceis Canlas De Castro, Carel Carlos, Kay Lumaban, Carlo Bonifacio, Joan Sicat, Iyah Dimalanta, Rica Soriano, Daria Roque, Tina Guevarra, Sheena Sunga, Lica Cruz, Gerald Gamboa
13. Others
- Salamat narin sa mga sumusunod:
adelle pulos, jino enriquez, mac guinto, may carlos, juanits bugay, rafael flores, omar santos, tita carmela talavera, renelio tapado, kay ann calayag, france escober, dan padrigon, christian wee, ayie visitacion, elsa esguerra, camille prades, mariel capistrano, jay saldi, john robert medina, jason alfar, jenna macatangay, jeff mena, brian agustin, janina valerio, wilzon perocillo, mara dela cruz, aljon legon, anne bugay, pearl pinili, randy dugas
sa mga bumati rin thru text, thru twitter at sa wall ko sa facebook na hindi ko nabanggit dito, maraming salamat sa inyo!!! kung may reklamo, dun kayo sa munisipyo!!! peace!!!
we have restless nights. and what do we do about it? so far i’am tranced by bedtime stories and old The Cardigans album. but that is phony. i want a real Nina Persson voice that is equally balmy and enthralling, in which listening to is almost like making love. in less peaceful nights, i try to be reckless: i paint, i soliloquy, i read, i doodle, i have a mad desire to dance until its two in the morning and my neighbor sees me and wonders how an odd creature from another planet happens to land in my room. i will to be like the little prince. but i’am from earth, a kin to humans. plus the fact that i’m not that beautiful. it makes me hope against hope, and realize too soon that it’s a cry for the moon, to find my personal plant to take care of and look after here. my rose is from mars or somewhere in asteroid B-612. and i can’t get there. i’am from earth. the district of lonely people and sheeps who don’t sleep.
and so i take lazy trips on the road and watch a leaf or a paper fly in mid-air and see beauty in them. i follow my whims. i hate making plans. plans are for people who expect death when they’re 60 or 70. but i’m anxious. i guess fear is a normal feeling for a 20 years old, or for an earthling after all. because the rumble in the highway is not ebbing. the rumble in the highway is hammering inside my chest. i need to be a little less queasy. my heart is beating 100+ beats per minute and i wonder if it’s excitement, or lust, or a lack of resolution. or could it be the literal misbehaving of car wheels resonating from the ground? my heart is beating 100+ beats per minute as i sit here, my fingers drumming on the table, when i realize i’am waiting. for what? for who? whom. dub dub dub. then the rumble is the combination of all: excitement, lust, and the lack of resolution. and i think love. i hear car wheels screech into a halt, the hint of a real Nina Persson voice, but more melodic.
i’am here on earth. and my rose is not from Mars or Asteroid B-612 after all.
in a night of patience and sweet yearnings the rumbles become silent.
and so in a night like this, a night of beautiful pleasures i ask you, how do you even sleep?
My cell phone’s beeping sound woke me up one night. Used to receiving important messages only, I grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the keys and read the message. "Hi there! Care 2 b my textmate?" Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted the message right away and placed the phone on my bedside table, I tried to go back to sleep. I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again. "Hi there, again! Care 2 b my textmate?" again, the message said. "Who the hell could this be asking for textmate at the wee hours of the night?" I asked myself. Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the message.
I was never a 'text maniac' - someone who enjoys texting anyone and everyone even at the wee hours of night, not to mention during the day. My parents, who were always out of the country forced me to own a cellphone. They told me that having one was more convenient - they could monitor me even if they're miles away. I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother was fond of calling me at night, just to check if I was safe at home, I decided not to. Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the phone beeped again. Same number...Such determination! "Please reply 2 dis message & be an angel & save me from thiis abyss of emptiness!!!"
I never knew why, but the message struck me. I got up and pushed the keys... I just realized I was replying to the message. "I'm not an angel, n f u want som1 2 save u, im not superman... I'm just a simple person who u wake up at this hour of my night!!! Anyway, do I know u?" I typed. Seconds later came the reply. "Nope. U don't know dis lonely soul. Nor does she know u. But I want 2 b your friend. I'm Micaella Bernal. U?" "I'm Marcus Nicolai Dela Cruz, just call me Marcus. How'd u get my no.?" I sent back. "Hi Marcus, nice 2 meet u. Just shuffled the last two digits of mine," she replied.
That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone over the cell phone. We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that night. We only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM! I had to prepare for school! And that was also how it all started. A day would not pass without it loving and thoughtful messages from her. It was only then I had learned to appreciate text messages and become eager and excited every time my phone beeped, hoping it would be her.
Micaella brought out something about me that I never knew I had; I realized I could also be a romantic person... even if it's just through text messaging.
"Keep me as a friend & I will keep u in my heart. Lock it up & throw away d key so that no1 can ever
take you away from me..."
One day, she sent this message to me. I replied:
'In life, we seldom find a true person & f u ever find 1, hold on & never let go... value that
person coz it's lyf's gift worth keeping & holding on..."
I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine,
" Value d people who have touched your life because u will never know just wen they will walk out of your life & never come back again."
I couldn't understand what I felt that moment, but one thing I was sure though... I could not go on a day without a single word from her. I'd become used to having her, even though we had not met personally. But truly, she already occupied a space, a large one, in fact in my life. I texted her back.
"Don't come close f l8r you'll just pass by; don't touch me f l8r you'll just let me cry; dont love me f l8r you'll jst leave me and won't stay..."
I didn't know why I sent her that message, but somehow I felt, every word came from my heart. In the short span of time we were sending messages to each other, I knew, I was starting to keep her in my heart. I called her once. The voice on the other end was like an angel's. Soft, kind, full of love. Yet, there was something in it I couldn't define. We only talked for a few minutes. Before she hung up, she told me not to call again. According to her, it would be better if we would just text each other. But the voice kept ringing, not only in my head, but in my heart, I'd long to hear it once more. I tried to call her again, but she never answered the phone. She just kept on sending messages and quotations, which I copied in a little notebook.
Hopeless romantic? I didn't know. All I could say was that all the messages she sent me were wonderful, they came from the heart and cut through the heart.
"Though we are miles apart, you are always in my heart. I
close my eyes & there you are. Even if I'll see u never, I'll always b here 2 care for u, far longer than 4ever..."
One December night, she sent me this message. By that time we had been exchanging messages for more than a month. God knew how happy I was. She was right. Although we had not seen each other, what we felt was enough to make us both realize what was keeping us together. I sent her another message,
"Loving u secretly is a hard thing for me to do, hoping, wondering that you will feel d same way 2, but I can't read r mind f u love me too. But whatever it is, I'll still be loving you."
"How I wish I cud really tell u how much u mean 2 me, but m afraid 2 love, scared 2 get hurt... I hope that u will wait 4 me & pray that u will not get tired of loving me...=)"
was her reply.
And then I replied again.
" The reason y I met u is because of destiny but f destiny will suggest dat I'll live w/o u, den, I'll lie not by destiny but of free will."
Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally, she always answered, "Soon...soon, love...soon." Not seeing each other did not lessen, even a bit, what I felt for her...rather, it even grew deeper and stronger each day. And I was sure, she felt the same way, too. Love messages continued to flow through our lines, between our hearts, which made us go on each day with the thought that sooner, we would see each other, face to face, heart to heart. Just a few days before Christmas. She stopped sending messages. At first I just though she had ran out of prepaid. But there was something that kept bothering me... I couldn't understand what was it, but it made me fell nervous. I tried to call her but she wouldn't answer. Nevertheless, I continued sending messages.
Suddenly one night, just three days before our Lord's birthday. I heard my phone's message tone again... at last! It was from her!
"Often times we say goodbye to d 1 we love w/o wanting to.
Though that doesn't mean that we stopped loving them or we stopped 2 care. Sometimes, GOODBYE is a painful way 2 say I LOVE YOU."
I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what to think of. What did she mean? I texted her back, searching for answers, but found nothing. I called her but she would not answer. For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable...desperate... empty. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to lose her. I had learned to love her. And I wanted to be with her forever. The following days I felt nothing but emptiness. It seemed that Mikaella took the life out of me. I missed her so much...her messages...The tones that would tell me she'd sent another loving message. Nothing around me could feel the emptiness I felt.
Tut...tut...tut...tut...tut...just a day before Christmas, my cell beeped again. It was her! "Meet me at d cafe, 10 AM today," I read aloud, making sure the message was true, then I jumped with joy upon hearing from her again. Hurriedly, I got myself ready and I went to the mall. I knew it was still early, but I wanted to be there before she arrived. I arrived at the meeting place ten minutes earlier. I was surprised to see her already there, smiling at me. She was very beautiful, Black, deep-set eyes that spoke a thousand words; small, kissable lips; a nose perfectly chiseled and long black hair - everything in her was beautiful. And yes, her eyes radiated kindness and love...but there was a flicker of something in them...sadness?
"Hi, Marcus," said the angelic voice I had been dreaming of each night. The voice that I had waited to hear for so long. "Please sit down”. “I am very pleased to meet you, Micaella," I said, as I took my seat and gave the roses I brought for her. "Thanks, Marcus," she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses. I knew she loved pink roses. "You are always welcome, Love", "Marcus, I can't stay," she said, sadness in her voice, or was it tears? "I really must go." "But we just met, Micaella. Can't we talk a little longer?" I asked, pleadingly. "I can't really.I just came here to see you and thank you for the time you shared with me. Thank you for everything, Marcus. I will never forget you...you will always be here in my heart."
She was looking at me straight into the eyes, and I could really feel the sadness in her voice and I swear, there was something in her voice and I swear, there was something in those lovely yet lonely eyes... She got up and smiled at me, lovingly.
"Tomorrow morning, please come and visit me," she said and gave me a piece of white linen paper. I read what was written and when I looked up, she was gone. The following day, Christmas, I woke up early and excitedly readied myself, thinking of her. I hurriedly went to flower shop and bought a dozen pink roses - for Mikaella.
They lived in an exclusive subdivision. Upon reaching their house, I told the guard who I was and that I was looking for Micaella. The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes and told me to wait as he called the owner of the house. As I looked at him while he was going inside the house, only then I noticed that the house was brightly lit.
A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly. "Hi, I'm Maria, Micaella's mother. Please come inside, Marcus." While we were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew me very well - Micaella had always been talking about her friend, Julius. I hardly understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why Micaella's mother was crying while talking to me.
As we came near the great hall of the house, it dawned on me that there was a wake inside, Maybe, a relative passed away, I thought. But deep in my heart, I was trembling and afraid. As we entered the hall where so many people were silently mourning while others were praying, shaking, I asked her mother. "Where is Micaella?"
She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which was surrounded by flowers – pink roses, nothing but pink-roses. No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw who was lying there. The same beautiful girl I met... A man came beside me, I knew he was Mica's father. "We are so glad you came, Julius. Mica talked of you all the time. She even asked that her phone be buried with her. She said that in that way, you could still send her messages and you would always be with her." I couldn't believe everything... My mind was in limbo. "But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday."
"That can't possibly be. She passed away three days ago. She had been suffering from a heart disease since she was a child," said her father.
"But..." I couldn't find the words to say.
"She told us not to bother reaching you, "her mother said, still in tears," she said you will come, and here you are.
Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently beside her, staring at her lovely face, memorizing every line of my friend's face, a face I knew I would never forget while I was still alive. After the internment that afternoon, I went to the chapel she had told me she went everyday.
Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my phone and typed:
"You taught me how 2 care; you taught me how 2 be kind; you showed me how 2 like some; u showed me how 2 love; but there's 1 thing didn't teach me & it hurts more - u didn't teach me how 2 let go. I LOVE YOU" I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn't be able to hold her CP again, I knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected a reply, yet as my phone beeped again, felt a shiver down my spine. The sender's number did not appear on the screen, and tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the message.
"Let go of d hand of d person u love, but don't let go of God's hand. For if u hold 2 his hand. He may be holding d person you love and the other hand 2 let u hold each other again."
"I will never forget you, Micaella and i will never let go..." I vowed to her and to myself as I left the church.
it's been a while since my last one. well this one's a poem that i've written last night. this one's supposed to be for Kathleen and her daughter Yana, pero bigla kong naisip yung Mommy ni Kathleen so i've decided to use their name as the tittle. i just hope Kathleen and her Mom won't mind if i'll use their name on this one.
A "BANGUNGOT" is a very rare breed of "ENGKANTO" ho seem to get attracted to people ho are in despair, lonely and in pain.
The Bangungot wander until it finds someone and clings onto that person, deciding to take care oh his wounded heart, so whenever that man feel jealous or spurned or unwanted, he feels this dull pain clutch his chest. He think it's "HEARTACHE", but it's actually the Bangungot holding on to his heart, trying to prevent it from breaking.
In a matter of days or weeks, the Bangungot becomes more protective over the man and it just keeps on embracing him ever so tighter, squeezing his heart until, unwittingly, it brings his heart to a stop, forcing the last breath out of the man's dry lips.
The Bangungot will later realize what it has done and will cry over her lover. It's tears will cover it's lover's face and sometimes his body.
If you make the mistake of tasting those dewdrops left on the man's cheeks, it will taste like the sweetest honey and cause you to go on a deep depression for weeks.
After the Bangungot had cried all its tears, it becomes this mist like substance, leaving this sickly sweet scent hanging in the air as if there's a nearby tree with too much fruit to bear.
sa SARILI mo sa NANAY mong bungangera sa TATAY mong istrikto sa ANAK mong sutil sa KAPATID mong kontrabida sa LOLA mong makulet sa LOLO mong paulet ulet sa PAMANGKIN mong iyakin sa PINSAN mong sumbungero sa KAMAG-ANAK mong mukang pera sa BOYFRIEND mong chickboy sa GIRLFRIEND mong maluho sa EX NG GF/BF mo na bitter sa GF/BF NG EX mo na pinagseselosan ka parin sa FRIEND mong plastik sa BESTFRIEND mong mang aagaw sa KAPITBAHAY mong chismosa sa KAAWAY mong panget sa CLASSMATE mong sipsip sa TEACHER mong terror sa NO ERASURES/RIGHT MINUS WRONG rule sa exam sa MINOR SUBJECT na feeling major sa COURSE mo na hindi mo matapos tapos sa THESIS na madugo sa BOSS mong lagi kang pinepressure sa KATULONG mong umaalembong sa DRIVER na kaskasero sa KATABI SA JEEP na may body odor sa PASAHERO na ayaw abutin ang bayad mo sa MAYOR nyong kurakot sa ASONG nanghahabol sa IPIS na hindi mamatay matay sa PUSANG naglalampong sa bubong sa MOVIES na patay ang bida sa huli sa KATABI mong dugyot sa PANAGINIP mong bangungot sa ASAWA mong mahilig sa KABIT mong demanding sa KUKO mong namurder sa NGIPIN mong masaket [taena sumaket na ang lahat wag lang ngipin ko! sa BUBONG nyong butas butas sa COMPUTER mong laging naghahang sa 200 ONLINE FRIENDS mo pero 50 lang ang friend mo tlga sa NOTIFICATIONS na useless sa CELLPHONE mong walang load sa LOAD mong hirap i-unli sa TEXTMATE mong mahilig mag GM sa NETWORK na busy pag holiday sa BATTERY low sa CHAIN LETTERS [wapakels kung mamamatay ka pag di mo nasend sa 25 na tao yan!] sa TEXT na laging delay sa NAKIKITEXT na nga lang babasahin pa mga text para sayo sa JEJEMON na jejeje sa JEJEBUSTER na hehehe sa TV nyong malabo sa TUBIG sa baso na lasang sabon sa TUBIG sa pool na lasang ihi sa TAE na ayaw lumubog sa SIPON mong bigla nalang tumutulo sa MAGSYOTANG naglalampungan sa harap mo sa POSER sa BABAENG pilingera sa LALAKENG pilingero sa BAKLANG walang pera sa PAYAT na nagdadiet pa sa PIMPLE mong tinubuan ng muka sa BALAKUBAK mong parang snowflakes sa BATA na nandudura sa KALARO mong madaya sa LARO na lagi kang buro sa SNEEZE mong hindi natutuloy sa TRAPIK na nakakabadtrip sa FARMVILLE na matagal mag open sa FFS mo na na-scam sa BARNBUDDY mong nanakawan ng tanim sa FISHWORLD mong nanakawan ng isda sa STATUS mong walang pumapansin sa FANPAGE na sapol na sapol ka sa TAGGED PHOTOS na wala ka namang pakealam sa SABAW mong lasang tubig sa KANIN mong lasang tae ng ipis sa KAUSAP mong umaastang parang alam nya ang lahat sa KAINUMAN mong naglalasing lasingan sa MATADOR na parang lason sa BEER na walang yelo sa CHASER na lasang gamot sa PULUTANG puro buto sa SHOT GLASS na may lamat sa HANGOVER [sh*t hindi na tlga ko iinom!] sa BULSA mong walang laman sa REFRIGERATOR na tubig lang ang laman sa KWENTO na walang kwenta sa KWENTO na gawa gawa lamang sa KWENTO na paulit ulit lang sa REKLAMADOR na katulad mo.
