The Challenge

I guess I'd been pretty challenged this year 2010...


(1) Challenged to make a good year ender post;
(2) Challenged to reach goals alongside desires that withered my heart;
(3) Challenged by hardcore studies that bombarded my intellect;
(4) Challenged friendships were evident this year too;
(5) Challenged my patience by irritating people both near and far from me;
(6) Challenged physically by fatigue;
(7) Challenged my faith;
(8) Challenged by surprises and making surprises happen;
(9) Challenged creatively;
And to make it (10),
I was challenged to be challenged.


(1) Making a year ender post helps you evaluate and remember what happened throughout the year. It helps me look back to what had happened which I want to repeat and want to forget. This is a great challenged for me because YOU will (are) reading this. I know I counldn't equal the value of my last year's Year ender post, but I'm trying my best to make this one unique; for I want to be more challenged next year 2011.


(2) Of course, I failed to meet some goals I set for this year. This year has been limited...but thank God! He gave me another year to reach my goals. Some of my aspirations were trashed--thrown away to the vast ocean. But that didn't make me less of a person...they're just my dreams--I could always dream for a new one. God may have given us limited time, but He gave us unlimited chances and a perfect time to shine.


(3) Oh yes, Second year of college is tough (I'd be laughing at this when I get older) . I successfully made it this far already so there's no holding back. Actually, I'm still not sure of what career I want...I don't want to be pressured by the future so I focus on what I have for NOW. I wouldn't endure some trials in 2nd year college if it weren't for this GORGEOUS people:

from the left: Faye Rayos, Luz Reyes, Maki Capalungan, Issa D'Bayan, Sam Reyes (me), and JR Bulanadi


Second year wouldn't be fun without you guys! :*


(4) I experienced some backstabbing this year but I don't care much about it now.  I wouldn't trade any friendship for some slightly broken trust, lies, and secrets. I may have lost some trust to some people but it doesn't mean there's no trust left. I'm a huge fan of second chances, and so I give. I also experienced making a friend choose between me and other people. I wasn't chosen, but I hold no grudge. Sometimes, people need to choose only one. If you're not chosen, don't feel bad. At least you've been considered as an option of a hard decision.


Well, there were a lot of happy friendship times this year too. But you know, some people will really do something to alter a good bond. I don't care about them, for I believe that as long as I have my friends with me--we're UNBREAKABLE.

from the left: Ikee Gonzales, Janina Mercado, Sam Reyes (me), and Michelle Santos


(5) I improved my patience and annoying people-resistance this year. Congratualtions to me! I've been pretty in control of my temper thanks to those who consistenly calms through blood-pressure-boiling-point times. It feels good to keep it CALM.


(6) I'm a healthy person even if it's not evident in my body type. Well, I caught some common sickness but nothing serious for this year. I experienced some fatigues since I sometimes overuse my body and make my energy level go down to zero. 

(7) This is controversial and I want to avoid this issue. To make things clear: I am not losing my RELIGION, for those people who think I am. I frequently fail to attend Sunday Mass obligation this past few months before the year ends. I don't want it to be a habit; I don't want to be immune of this stupid negligences and laziness, so HELP ME GOD. I don't want to let the world eat my conscience and devour my faith. I want to help myself...I WILL HELP MYSELF. Cheers to my motivation!


(8) I was greatly surprised this year, especially in my 18th birthday! The people I think who wouldn't be there for me, was there with all their support and love. THANK YOU <3 I tried to make surprises happen this year too. I hope I surprised THEM. I'm not good in planning surprises, I also lack the effort and motivation to do it...but those people were really important, that made me contradict all the negative things I said about myself several words ago. 


(9) I was able to explore the artistic side of me this year; whether in pencil, words, or music. Thanks to those people who was so encouraging and supportive! To name a few, thanks to: Janina Mercado, Faye Rayos, and JR Bulanadi.


(10) This last number is for the one who challenged me before the year ends and another year to start. I did what YOU said that I should do on Christmas Eve and Christmas day. And I will finish your CHALLENGE later (New Year). You deserved to be acknowledged. You're the reason for this blog evaluation, the reason that made me think back through time, the reason behind every word in this blog, the reason who keeps me going and moving forward throughout the year, and the reason behind my genuine SMILES. 


That incredible friend is the LOST PRETTY DEVIL IN THE CROWD who made me smile behind the lens of my camera (;D)

-S.Reyes

It would take me a lifetime listing how much I miss YOU

I miss your dimples.

I miss sleeping next to you and hugging you at night.

I miss escorting you to the dining table.

I miss taking care of you when you were sick.

I miss our debates.

I miss our conversations.

I miss the way you brag about me in school even there's nothing much to be proud about.

I miss you appreciating my talents.

I miss your request for me to play the piano.

I miss giving medical apparatus to you.

I miss accompanying you in your meetings and medical conventions.

I miss you fetching me from school.

I miss shopping together with you.

I miss you forcing me to join musical recitals.

I miss you encouraging me to study.

I miss you sitting nexxt to me every dinner.

I miss holding hands with you in Church.

I miss your kisses.

I miss your hugs.

I miss your gifts.

I miss sleeping on your lap when we're in the car.

I miss seeing different places with you.

I miss helping you inject insulin every night.

I miss watching you treat your patients.

I miss making deals with you.

I miss the way you talk to me.

I miss the way you appreciate every crappy work I have in school.

I miss the way you show your trust in me.

I miss every little thing we shared together.

I miss your smile and your beautiful eyes.

I miss laughter.

I miss going to elegant parties with you.

I miss the way you comfort me when I'm sad.

I miss the way you cheer me up.

I miss our drama together.

I miss being with you.

I miss seeing you everyday.

I miss your voice.

I miss home.

I miss loving you.

I miss you,

MOM.

-sam

I didn't change my profile pic into a cartoon

I read my brother's blog about the movement that marked Facebook history--the movement against child violence by changing your profile picture into a cartoon character. I got inspired by my brother's blog post. He really had a point in his post, and we share that same point. Almost all people in my contacts changed their pictures. I didn't change mine, and I wasn't trying to be unique. I didn't feel like it was a good thing to do. I'm not a pro-child violence. I just think that nothing would change if I participated---if many people participated. We should be more concrete if would really like to help; not just participate abstractly in such somewhat, stupid actions (no offense to the people who changed their pictures).

Many were asking why I didn't want to change my profile pic. Some people even labeled me as a rebel and an evil person. I don't really care if I look different and my perspective couldn't conform to the majority's.

What's the bottomline?

Make a real move, don't be just part of a mass movement. We are not machines, we are real helpful beings.

-S.Reyes

"No actual child is saved, no violence is prevented. Child violence is condemned only on paper, or rather in kilobytes." (c)T.Reyes

To My Greatest Fan

You were the first to know that I write. You worshiped every composition I made since I was still an incompetent writer. You inspired me too write and you showed too much appreciation in my horrible compositions. You've always been proud of me; Proud of both my achievements and mistakes, because you always respect my efforts.You trusted me; believed every word I said, and tried to believe even my lies. You encouraged me to speak up and express my emotions,because you knew I was just shy. You believed in my capacities to excel even if I don't believe I could excel. You value my talents even if everyone value it as trash---a garbage of my efforts. You've always supported my decisions and tried to know what I really like. You've been too curious about me, and you're eager to know more of me. You've never got tired of wanting to be close to me, even if I seem very aloof and distant. You've cared and protected me in your own secret ways; You made me walk safe in the road of life, because you've already paved the way. You've been very patient with me. You tried to understand my feelings and lost of control. You've always been there for me, and you promised to be with me as time allows you too. You're one hellofakindperson!?! You gave me life, and a reason to live. You are the real icon, not I. Maybe I just often deny it but, I admire you. I think you are more of the star in my life than the star I think of myself. I am proud of you, DAD.

From your Greatest Fan,

Sam

P.S. I love you, Happy birthday!

A Step forward from High School

"What's in High School, stays in High school..."

People, we don't really have to bring back issues from the past when we already entered a new phase in our lives---college. Yes, we could certainly not forget some events that struck us from the past but we have to move on. We don't have to be slaves of our own sad and happy memories. We should go on.

When people disappoint you, don't be upset. Of course, people couldn't always please you. Haven't you thought that you might have disappointed them too?

If you're asking for a request one couldn't readily give, you have to respect that. People can't always be there for you, because they have their reasons and they have other people to be with too.

You may say that you don't force people to conform, but the pressure of your plea would always be there. You could always hold on to the people you meet in high school. But you shouldn't hold on too much or else they might break. Those people are fragile beings like you too. You must accept that what happened already happened, and it all happened for a reason. Let other people join you in your next stage. Give them a chance to enter in your life because they're willing to let you in their lives too.

It's not that I am saying you to forget the ones who you once held dear...it's just that you have to find more of them. Your friends in High school will always be there, so don't be afraid to lose them. Finding new friends doesn't mean replacing the ones you have in the present.

All the drama, issues, lies, and happiness must be left in high school; But the people important to you back then must be taken with you as you GROW. We should bury the grudges, wars, and backstabbing deep down in high school history. Let us filter our memories and take the ones that made us who we are. Like what I said, "What's in high school, stays in high school...but the people you love and the memories you treasured will go on with you."

-S.Reyes

Chameleon

You tree-dwelling lizard son of a bitch! You make people think you are the victim, and we are the abuser. Your long legs is as long as your fucking LIES. Your long curled tail resembles your crooked personality and distorted soul. You think you're pretty? Oh yes, you are. The prettiest fiend in the world wearing a mask that makes her more look GOOD. You think you can fool everyone with your sweet talks and pitiful voice? oh NO. You can't fool us. Even if you charmed everyone with your pleasant words; All I notice is your malformed face together with your cracked voice, bitch. I admire your ability to change color. You are a someone who is changeable and cheap. A person with a rapid personality shift, and a moron all in one package. You tell everyone your crappy fairytale that's full of lies. Yes, you could have your own Cinderella story but you're just the horse in your stupid fairytale. Go ahead and dream, for your fairytale is just an autobiography of a deadened person you'll always be. How dare you try to destroy our names; destroy us in front of the persons close to us. Our image may have been damaged, but you're still the truly broken. I congratulate you for pissing me off! You deserved this whole bullshit blog. Go destroy others' lives! I know you're trying to knock me down. This verbal assasination is for all my friends that you fooled, all my friends that you hurt, and for the friendship you broke for your selfish love. Go away, I wouldn't be less me if you're out of my life. Stay out of our LIVES.

-S.K.R.

Star (Falling Star)

Star

I watched you shimmer, streak, and die before my eyes.

Looking at you up above,

while my feet on the ground.

My eyes on yours,

while I'm nowhere to be found.

I've never made a wish I've expected to come true

But maybe this time I would,

because I'm wishing for you.

Falling Star

When I look above,

my eyes fixed on you.

I wait for you to came,

to make my dreams come true.

You said you'll shine,

shimmer only in front of my eyes;

But you dim together with all your lies.

my life got fixated;

As my hopes flickered,died,disappeared and collapsed with you.

My wishes still followed you very far...

Like a lost F

A

L

L

I

N

G

STAR.

-S.Reyes

*these poems were written in two different times. I put these two together to show everyone that 1 word could change everything. As you see, in the first poem (Star), everything seems to be positive. Then, in the second poem...I added only a word in the title (falling) and it turned to the opposite mood of the first poem.

A word could change EVERYTHING.

Pencil Case

I lost my Nike pencil case yesterday (November 18, 2010). I wasn't sure where I lost it and I was too depressed to think what to do next. I was occupied and busy about classes and school works the whole day; So I failed to notice something valuable was missing.I've been using that pencil case since like, Highschool. My pencil case and I shared countless experiences and memories even time or money can't buy. You might think that it's just a typical pencil case, but it's NOT. It was given by my Mom and it's worth 700 pesos in all Nike outlets nationwide (orginal, indeed). Of course, it's not really practical to buy such an expensive pencil case. Mom told me that the best only deserves the best too. I was grateful for being given the best gift from the best person in my life.

I decided to look for it the next day, hoping I would be lucky enough to find it again. I went to school early to check on my classrooms yesterday.

I FOUND IT!

I guess I would be spending my succeeding student years with my Nike pencil case buddy. By this simple event that really affected me, I learned some interesting FACTS ABOUT LIFE:

1. You'll never look for something until it's missing.

2. You wouldn't be much affected if you don't really care about something.

3. We often realize the significance of something when it's already a memory.

4. We often overlook the people or things that we thought would be always THERE.

5. Sometimes,small things have the biggest worth.

These FACTS make us all feel stupid about ourselves. But one good thing about these facts:

"They remind us to HOLD ON to people/things that have both great and minimal importance in our life."

-Sam Reyes

Candor

Do you know how it feels when you've been lied to? Do you know it hurts to know the truth from someone you don't really trust? These are some questions that makes life seriously bitter.

I really hurts to know when a person you really trust, doesn't trust you at all. But you know, you can't blame them. They are fragile beings like you, too. Yes, it's easier to lie than be lied to. The pangs of hatred devours your soul when you discovered that you just know that the truth was hidden from you.

I don't easily trust someone. Sometimes, it's harder for me to even trust myself. I'm afraid to be hurt, and many times I deny it. I don't know, but "trust" has been a really big issue when it comes to me. It really bothers me hearing people backstabbed the other, or someone has been fooled with faux honesty. The irony is, I do it too.

It's more difficult to trust the second time around. When a friend lied to you, and you decided to give another chance to save the friendship... that person must be very special, indeed. What really hurts is, when you know that what you've been told was a lie...and you still want to believe it because you trust the person who told it. Sometimes, people are this STUPID. I guess, I've been THIS stupid too. Oh great shit.

My blockmate once told me that "Happiness is finding someone to trust with." That got me thinking, and got me asking: Have I found that someone?

I may have found that person, and eventually lost that person...and I'm left here waiting for that person to be found again. :||||| It gets more confusing when you look deeper into what you really feel.

Well, you just have to bear life's dramas. You just have to decide; right decisions always save your life...but the wrong ones help you LEARN.

Can I trust you with this?

-S.Reyes

Minotaur in the Labyrinth

I live in the dungeons;

Trap in the labyrinth of nightmares.

I am feared, everybody see me as terror.

Once, someone learned to love me.

We were too different, but she never looked at our differences.

She was courageous enough to try the maze.

The path to my heart,

so dangerous...

But she dared to take the risk.

We were happy...

Until I was devoured by anger.

I lost my control,

lost my conscience...

lost my self...

then lost my love.

She left, horrified--

For she had seen the monster in me.

The distorted soul hiding behind this malfromed face.

She died, she died.

Dead, lifeless and gone.

I never knew what to do since then.

Again, trapped in this labyrinth of despair.

When she entered my life,

she never came out...

Deep in my heart,

locked there forever.

Prisoner of hatred,

captive of a helpless emotion.

-S.Reyes

Rm. MO5, In 2009

The door is open:

Alone in this room,

embraced by silence.

Alone in this room,

I miss your presence.

Please, close the door.

I'm sick---

left with no defense.

I'm weak---

I remained to be weak.

Please, close the door.

I opened and closed my eyes,

you're gone, far away...

The cruel truth---

not even my dreams could survive.

Please, close the door.

I lost my hope,

together with my dreams.

I stopped dreaming...

This is worth for you to know.

Please, close the door.

You were here with me,

but tomorrow you'll be gone.

We believed we wouldn't last forever,

but we lasted very long.

Please, close the door.

Closed heart, closed mind.

Fixed in time, frozen in this soltitude.

Please, close the door.

Closed doors are not the end.

The end of love,

a phase to mend.

I stood, and closed the door.

-S.Reyes

*Originally entitled Rm. 1726 but I changed my mind. This is dedicated to my bestfriend and my room mates. :)

Winters with Persephone

Adonis fell in love with Persephone.

Every season was Summer...

No cold, arctic Winter.

The bliss of love animated the essence of their lives.

Every smile was a memory,

every scar reimbursed with amity.

Adonis died,

But Persephone remained his life after death.

He was revived by Aphrodite,

The goddess of love.

Aphrodite gave Adonis another chance to live.

But this promised life should be spent with Aphrodite.

Adonis chose to live again,

just to see Persephone from afar;

In a distance he could never reach;

Bounded by limits, end of their love.

Persephone and Adonis is against every Winter.

Winter season, but blazing Summer in their hearts.

Adonis' broken heart is still beating.

Beating for the one who secretly holds his heart.

He is open for a change---

Even if it calls for a change of heart.

-S.Reyes

Autumn Haiku

Autumn is my fall;

From above the trees I stood.

I lost my balance.

-S.Reyes

Battlefield of Emotions

The fort of my heart was bombed with melancholic disaster.

The depression of my soul shot a bullet that poisoned my mind.

Happiness I gained from the victory of my love,

ignited my spirits and set my life on fire.

As the blaze of my emotions consumed my conscience,

I lost my mind...my rationality was burnt.

My heart and mind fought for a feeling;

Happiness...misery...happiness...

---left me nothing to feel.

I was in between the battle of opposite emotions.

I decided not to choose what to feel...

for I believed, I had lost my mind.

Lost my mind, in a battlefield.

-S.Reyes

Driving my way to the Future

There are different roads:

Some are short,

Some are dangerous,

Some are long, and

Some are rough...

you only have to choose.

On the road, you encounter different

cars,

different people,

different attitudes;

Sometimes you have to take a turn,

or give way for others.

You may take a stop;

take a turn,

or even overtake.

There's a right time for every action.

When you encounter dead ends and road

blocks,

it doesn't mean you have to stop

driving.

It's a sign for you to go, and drive back.

When you drive too fast and about to

lose control,

use the brakes.

Everyone needs to take a pause when

everything seems so fast.

Keep safe. :)

-S.Reyes

Driving 101

My thoughts flow like hell whenever the time is in the boundary of night and day. It's easier to write in this particular time since I really really feel alert and rational. My laptop's always sleeps beside me on my bed. This is the best way for me to record my thoughts; for I believe, Obra Maetras are made in the realms of dreams and reality when you're about to sleep.

I tried to reflect on what happened today. Sembreak's killing me; everyting seems routinary and it bores me. Today seems to be different since my routine was broken. I finally started my driving lessons today. Yeah, after days of wait. I wasn't able to sleep enough the day before my driving lessons but I still attended my driving class.

Mang Carlos, my personal driver since I was Kinder, escorted me to the driving lessons. Daddy didn't allow me to come all by myself there. It's ironic, though, that I'd be learning how to drive and Mang Carlos' work would eventually decrease. Everything seems to be like this: Whenever I take a step forward, someone will take a step backwards.

My driving instructor was kind. I really learned all the basic things I need to know before I go FAST AND FURIOUS. My instructor said that I'm a fast learner, but I'm "makulit." =)) He showed me his manual and he said I have to read it all. He thought I would be shocked of its thickness and complexity. But oh NO, that driving manual was just a fraction of what I read in school. =))

Before I started really driving the car, he taught me the parts of the car. It was quite boring until we finally went to the engine configuration. Well, I easily learn mechanical stuffs at home and a car's build-up wouldn't be an exception. I really wanted to learn the detailed engine configuration of the car but my instructor said, "hija, driving lessons tayo...pang-mekaniko na yang tinatanong mo."

Like what I've said, I learned the basic driving skills and safety preacautions. I did some turns, stops, reverses, and manual steering techniques. I sensed Mang Carlos' anxiety, for he could see now that I was really learning how to drive. I finished all the lessons I needed to know for the day and I requested to proceed to the lessons for the next day. My instructor said that I shouldn't hurry the lessons even though I learned it all at once. I really have to be patient to truly learn. Indeed, when you hurry things too much...you learn less.

This would be the greatest lesson for today:

Accuracy doesn't measure real learning; it is how you manifest what you learned.

-S.Reyes

Victory Requiem

In war, I find peace.

The collapse of my enemies, released my country...freed my soul.

In victory, I lived in exaltation;

But guilt distorted my conscience,

for I was happy for the executed.

*unfinished poem, I hope you guys help me finish it. Add some suggestions or write a continuation for this poem. Don't worry, I'll include your name and I hope this will turn out to be a good collaboration. :) Comment here or just e-mail me: rei_reies17@yahoo.com

Success(ful) Dinner

One dinner time back in 3rd year high school...

(the night of 4th quarter release of cards)

Dad: Anak, do you want to be successful?

Sam: sorta,

Dad: You really have to study well.

Sam: ugh, not really. I don't want to be successful just happy *big grin*

Dad: Look at mommy, she's happy because she's a succcessful woman.

Sam: Yeah, I admire her...not her success though, but the way she maintains it. Ano kasi, parang...it's easy to achieve success kasi. Everyone could do that. And I don't want to be like everyone else.

Dad: ...

Sam: I mean, success doesn't define who you are. It's like an accessory, so no big deal. Ang corny naman kasi nung mga nagsasabi kong classmates na "i want to be successful..blah...blah...blah..." utot nila. Everyone naman kasi nagiging successful sa isang point ng buhay nila. Pero most of them, after that success...downfall naman. Yung typical na when-they-get-it-they-lose-it.

Dad: mag-aral ka anak ng mabuti. Para pag na-achieve mo na ang success sa right time sa buhay mo, hindi sayo mawala agad katulad ng sabi mo.

Sam: dadeh kasi, ang lalim ng tinatanong di naman ako Philosopher. May success pang nalalaman at right time chorva po...eh sa totoo lang, ikaw ang success ko! *hug*

*syempre, meron yang 'nom...nom...nom...intervals' =)) kaya ako nakapag-isip ng matino.

-S.Reyes

Halloween 2010

Everything and everyone seems to change abruptly now. The transition is too fast that I could've ever notice the transformation. Time is really a good changer. It makes people never notice how everything changes when they feel they're still the same. How I'd wish to go back, put the conversions in slow-mo or maybe at STOP.

Mom and I used to go early at the cemetery every November 1. It was a tradition for us to pray the rosary together, wait for daddy and the rest of the family to arrive in the afternoon. Even though we wait too long for the others to come, we wouldn't get bored because we had each other. Mom and I used to talk the whole day, eat together, and give mean comments on passers-by. It's sad to lose a tradition you have for years; but it's harder to try to accept the sudden change.

I always asked Mom why do we have to go early and stay at the cemetery all day long. She said that she loved her mother and father so much; and giving a day for them wasn't enough compared to the years of happiness they gave to her.

I'm really SAD. I keep remembering that I used to sit next to Mom every Halloween; Now, all I could feel is her engraved name next to me. Of course, I know Mommy wouldn't be happy seeing me like this. But Mom, I couldn't help it for i love you too; and giving you this day would never be enough for the 15 years of genuine happiness you gave me.

:')

-S.Reyes

Big BANG 10.10.10

10.10.10. --the promised day for RUN FOR PASIG. As a requirement in our NSTP, we were obliged to attend this event. All Science sophomore students were assigned in the 3k run at MOA. This was a day of energy loss, money collapse, and fatigue. A twist of fate made our Run for Pasig, a Run for our LIVES.

I barely slept before I prepared for the run. I slept at 1:30am and alarmed 3:00am to get ready for the run. We had to go early at MOA because the roads would be block. I texted everyone as soon as I woke up. I was pretty HIGH that morning due to lack of sleep. I wasn't able to eat breakfast so I decided to bring my mini Oreos with me. Issa arrived at Pacific and Maki came a little bit longer. Jr fetched us three and went to Lacson for Faye. As soon as all of us were inside the car, I started eating my mini Oreos (nom...nom...nom...).

We got puzzled along the way looking for "cluster 7." Finally, we saw our other blockmates literally 'clustered' at cluster 7. We took some 'before-run' pictures; warmed and geared up for THE RUN.

INHALE.STUTTER.EXHALE.SWEAT.LAUGHTER.HYPE.PAUSE.RUSH.SPRINT.JOG.RUN.

We enjoyed the run and successfully made it to the finish line. We made it earlier than an hour. During the run, I couldn't feel any exhaustion until we finally paused during the 'after-run' break. Sweat cleansed my body; Oxygen filtered my lungs---I breathed. I could feel an ache in my ankle. I over-exercised my right ankle sprain again...the pain.

We walked another 3k to find an open restaurant so we could eat and change clothes. We decided to eat at Gerry's grill. We ATE and CHILLED, for we were truly battered. After our rest, we decided to go home so we could have an ample of time to rest and review for exams.

We walked another 3k looking for a cab or jeepney so we could go home. We spent 30 minutes or so, feeling desperate and restless to go home. I called Ikee, because our optimism to go home early was greatly lowered by enervation. We couldn't find any transportation because there were too many people, and the public transportation was scarced.

I was ready to swallow my pride for my blockmates so we could safely go home. But in our way to Ikee's van...we saw a jeepney going to the nearest LRT station towards home. I cancelled my arrangements with Ikee and felt happy because I wouldn't swallow my pride. I regretted cancelling the carpool arangements with Ikee because of what happened NEXT.

We arrived at the LRT station. It was too crowded, so we decided to get a taxi instead. We were losing hope in arriving early back to UST since the public transporation were insufficient. We saw a jeepney headed to Dapitan and regained our lost hopes once again. The jeep entered unknown routes to us and we started to worry. There were no other passengers boarding the jeep. Several men were inside with us that seems to know each other. They were even acquainted with the driver, that freaked us out. We started whispering to each other, telling to hold on to our belongings and never bring out anything that could trigger their interest in us. The men were laughing; we were frantic. We decided to get out of the jeep. But when Maki said "para po", the driver ignored him and still went on. Maki repeated it for several times, but the jeepney wasn't stoping. Gladly, there was a stoplight at the intersection. The jeepney stopped, a time to escape from the grotesque abomination we were in.

The events were fast; but our hearts were at pause--we breathed. Luckily, we found another jeep. This time, it was safe. The jeepney went to a damp market place that consumed a lot of time getting us out of there. We were totally exhausted. It was frustrating to know that the jeep only circled the place and brought us back to the LRT station.

Finally, we arrived at UST. Battered we were, but we manage to still smile for we were SAFE.

Indeed, this would be a day I would never forget to remember.

A run for benevolence; a run from malevolence.

-S.Reyes

Bahay-bahayan

Meron akong kalaro dati, ang pangalan niya ay Klang-klang. Kapit-bahay ata namin siya pero hindi ako sure. Madalas ko lang siya nakikita sa may street namin kaya baka kapit-bahay namin siya. =)) Hindi ko na lubusang maalala ang kanyang mukha. Buhok nalang ang natatandaan ko sa kanya kasi kamukha nung sa aso namin Shih Tzu hihihi. Mabait naman siguro si klang-klang kasi naabuso ko siya nung bata pa ako. Syempre, walang bata ang hindi nagdaan sa larong bahay-bahayan. Classic talaga yang laro na yan! Kaya eto ang kwento namin.

Madalas siya pumupunta sa bahay upang makipaglaro sakin kahit lagi ko siyang tinataboy at inaalipusta (hindi ako talaga ganiyan kasama). Uso noon yung mga bahay na gawa sa karton. Since ayokong share kami ni Klang-klang ng bahay, pinagawa ko siya ng sarili niya. Sabi ko kasi, sisikip yung bahay ko pag makiki-share pa siya. So, nauto naman si Klang-klang at gumawa nga siya ng sarili niyang bahay na karton. =))

Yung aking bahay may pintura pa, color white at blue. Parang theme ng Bonakid (batang may labaaaaan). Kailangan ng umuwi ni Klang-klang dahil gutom na siya.

So, ayun umalis na siya. Dahil sa kabaitan ng loob ko, naawa ako dun sa bahay na karton ni Klang-klang kaya naisipan ko rin lagyan ng pintura at designs. Wala akong pinturang mahanap at hindi talaga ako papayagan ni Mameh. White board marker lang ang meron ako kaya yun nalang ang ginamit ko. Medyo nag-enjoy ako sa kaka-design. Naging baklang-bakla na yung bahay na karton ni Klang-klang.

Yung bahay ko, may bintana...tapos yung kaya wala. Eh masisira yung design kong ginawa kapag sa walls nung bahay ko bubutasan. Inisip ko talagang mabuti kung saan ko bubutasan yung bahay ni klang-klang para makahinga siya sa loob. Napakabuti talaga ng aking intensyon. Feel ko kasi mapuputulan ka ng hininga pag pumasok ka dun sa bahay na karton niya. Amoy ipis. =)) at least sa akin, amoy pintura.

Mameh: Nasaan si samankikay?

Katulong: andun po sa may kubo, binubutas yung bubong ni Klang-klang.

=))

nagkaroon ng madaming maliliit na butas ang bahay na karton ni klang-klang. Alam kong lubos siyang masasaktan dahil sa aking kagagawan. Masama talaga ang loob ko sa nangyari pero masaya talaga. =))))))) Pinadala ko nalang ang labi ng bahay na karton ni klang-klang sa kanilang bahay. Simula noon, hindi na bumalik si Klang-klang sa amin...dahil pasukan na. =))

After so many years, muli kaming nagkita. Sumosi na siya at hindi na sando at panty ang suot. Naisip ko, hindi na magandang tawagin siya ng klang-klang. Dahil sumosi na siya umayos ng bonggang bongga, Kleyng-Kleyng nalang. :D

Sa totoo lang, hindi ko man lang alam ang tunay niyang pangalan. Mas matanda pa siya sakin tapos wala man lang akong respeto. Kaya siguro ganun, kasi mas mabaho pakinggan yung palayaw niya nung bata kesa dun sakin >:)

*yung picture, sa kubo sa bahay . =)) Hindi po yan NOAH =))

-S.Reyes

A story without love is an awful tragedy

We believe that Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet is a story of a great tragedy. For those who doesn't know the story, I couldn't let you die without knowing it. It's a story about a forbidden love amidst a feud of two prestiguous families in Verona, Italy. Yes, both Romeo and Juliet looked like a fool for insisting a love--forbidden. But were they really foolish?

Juliet: Even if we are close together...between us, lies a wall more high and hard to climb than any mountain.

Romeo: I will surmount any wall. I will fly through raging tempests, through the dark forests where the sun's light does not reach...through the blazing flames...I'll overcome them for you.

You see guys, why would Romeo and Juliet be called tragedy if the story is full of love? Oh yes, they died at the end. Why do we need to be upset about the ending? A tradegy is not all about death. Have you ever thought of what they died for? Why consider the story a tragedy, if they died for love? Is love a tragedy? Maybe if the story had no love in it, we could conclude it is indeed, a tragedy.

-S.Reyes

18th Birthday @ The 17th of September

CAUTION:This blog is all about my gifts and blessings.

I tried to sabotage their plans and surprises. I tried to stick around and ruin everything. I still got surprised and had a twist of fate. If you're bound to be surprised, you would be.

I couldn't write about the events that happened in my 18th birthday. That was why it took so long for me to think about blogging it. You see, words could never express what I felt that day. A blend of nostalgia, delight, and adrift occupied my soul. The efforts of the people who loved me,in no lexicon could be defined. The success shown in their facets, painted my heart with a smile.

For those who have stuck on me, I love you. Thank you for giving me a picture-perfect, moment-catching memory that I could have for keeps. <3

Janina Mercado- I know you. You're the girl behind the biggest surprises in this world. It's not on your effort I got surprised; not your gift (but hell yeah, I love your gift!!!!), You are wonderful. I'm lucky to have you, and I'm not willing to share you to anybody i think who doesn't deserve you :)

Faye Rayos- hey! thank you for giving me 18 emoticons ( but it's 20) :)) The stressball's pretty useful, i love it. I like the poem you wrote for me. You gave me a lot of GIFTS, nakakainis. :)) no match efforts ko nung b-day mo. I feel so TAOB. But anyway, I appreciate your spectacular gifts...but having you is more than enough ( like what you said to me,). :)

Michelle Santos- darling sweetie,even if you failed to be XYZ...You could be the rest of the letters in the Alphabet. 3 letters couldn't spell how much i love you. OK, too GAY. =)) The Moleskine--shockables! ayokong gamitin. Parang sayang eh, =)) Don't worry, if may nasulat na akong worth it na malagay don...magagamit ko na rin. Ipagmamayabang ko muna ...

Issa D'Bayan- loko ka Issa!!! you and Maki surprised me so much! yung effect niyong walang regalo almost broke mah heart =))) just kidding, pero benta yung sa inyo. Nakakainis sa lahat. Btw, thank you at binigyan mo ako ng another companion matulog. Loveyou,

Jennifer Layug- Pharma-inspired gift! at madami kang regalo...baka ma-overdose ako niyan! =)) You wrote the best letter I received for that day. Short and simple, but it reflects REALITY :D

Romina alias "TITALUZ FRIED ITIK" Reyes- i know na hindi mo ito mababasa kasi, hindi mo alam na may blog ako. >:) Well, kunwari private speech nalang. :)) Yung gift mong pagkain hindi tumagal ng isang araw. Lamons ko na agad. Yung naka-print sa shirt na binigay mo, di ko na-gets =)) pero love pa rin kita. You just proved that love could never be explained. Maybe that's why I love you :)

Charis Cauyao- linteeeek yung regalo mo. =)) apaka landi. Necklace pa, tapos cat pendant!!! >:) pero that's it...the perfect symbol to let people know I could wear my fears away and be proud of it. :)

Makeh Capalungan- juma-Jabbawockeez artwork ka! nakakainis, ang laki-laki. I thought nung una, regalo mo sakin BANIG!!! =)) pero ayos yung Brazil ah. Jumackpot ka don. Green na, Football team pa! woohoo. Pero hindi kita mapapatawad dahil iniwan mo ako sa tabi ng mga badingarzi nung secretly mo yun binili. >:)

Eve Roxanne Apostol- hey ROXYBABES, ikaw palang REGALO NA!!! Ano pa hahanapin ko, kung ikaw solved na ako? =)) lakas mo talaga. I loveeeee youuu. *kiss* *huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuug* *kiss* ikaw lang may ganyan.

Jr Bulanadi- ang ironic ng gift mo. Roses na may ANGEL'S BREATH pero galing sa bestfriend kong guardian DEVIL >:) Oy Johnny bitch, dahil sayo amoy anghel na ang kwarto ko. >:) Thank youuuu. Paki-ayos nalang ulit yung kama ko sa dorm.

Ikee Gonzales- don't worry, LAST is HOT. I love you. ;)

*PLEASE READ THE FIRST LINE OF THIS BLOG AGAIN*

I know, I have awesome gifts; and blessed with amazing people making my gifts AWESOME.

Love,

ABC

Friendship Predicaments

Sometimes we dislike our friend's attitudes...but later on, we'll realize that it's the factor that triggers our interest in them; the factor that made us love them. Friends couldn't please us all the time; often we get irritated in them or so, but their efforts in trying is more than enough for us to be pleased. Why put a big issue on hates regarding friends? The more we find out what we hate in them, paves the way in finding what made us like them.

We have to know our friends, we have to accept them; For they accepted us.

-S.Reyes

Anxiety Intervals

I waste most of my time thinking about what's AHEAD. I worry too much about TOMORROW, and often overlook what happened YESTERDAY. Actually, we're not supposed to know what will happen NEXT; giving us the CUE that we shouldn't worry too much about the future because it's something we couldn't CONTROL.

We have to be PATIENT enough to be able to WAIT. Wait for what will happen, and always gamble with the FUTURE. We have to take a RISK and put TIME at stake, be ready for the OUTCOMES--not rush for RESULTS. Instead of wasting your time thinking about TOMORROW...we should go and think about what we did YESTERDAY.

Live in REFLECTION, not in EXPECTATION.

-S.Reyes

Lies

I thought I didn't care;

But it turned out that I care too

much, that I didn't even notice I was

already hurt.

I expected nothing, and I realized I

expected everyone to give me

everything.

I tried to believe the perjured

truth---

to escape the melancholic holler

of sorrow in reality.

I fiddled with happiness and

hoaxed my state of mind.

I played with the swindled

personality of my combined

conscience and ego.

I gave up and liberated my chained

feelings;

I freed myself from the shackles of

mendacity and lived in TRUTH.

-S.Reyes

You're little girl's a Lady

Mom, your little girl's A LADY.

But your little girl's love didn't change...for she loves you as ALWAYS.

She MAKES her bad habits go away.

She tries to make HER daddy happy.

She misses her MOMMY so dearly.

She wants you to be PROUD of her, for she is so proud of you.

*combine all the capitalized words to reveal the secret message.

-S.Reyes

UNTITLED

"I miss mom..."

">:D<"

"Secret lang na I'm capable of being sad ah..."

"...we all have that side. It's natural to feel that way. Don't worry, you'll feel better in no time."

"I chose to be neutral. It scares me to feel sad..."

"It's okay, I understand. It's really difficult especially in your case. But knowing you, you're going to keep strong. But remember, it's okay to let out your feelings. It will do you good. Remember that your surrounded by people who love, care and understand you. Don't be afraid to be true to yourself."

"I'm afraid people would just go away and die. Promise me you would stay?"

"Don't worry I'm not going anywhere :D"

"I know, I trust you."

-S.Reyes

Accused

I felt accused.

On the way you looked at me, made me feel I lost myself and I was NOBODY.

On the way you cried made everybody looked at me like a criminal.

I said sorry, for I would like to take your blame and surrender.

Thank you for giving me a sin I never did---

an accusation that I accepted for you to FORGIVE.

-S.Reyes

Put your hands in the Fayer

Faye, you must be wondering why this picture taken in a transportation in Corrigidor was used in this blog post. It's always like a long ride with you. I never get tired sitting in the same place with you by my side. There's always a new adventure and no end to each route. A journey with you is like waiting for every chapter to unfold...mystery and thrill are always there. I don't care where you might take me, but I believe we're always on the right track. Thank you Faye Rayos, Happy Birthday! :D

btw, yung picture na yan ay hindi STOLEN! oha, nag-peace sign pa ako. :)) Tapos, favorite ko to sa pictures nating dalawa. Ito yung pang 3 out of 6 pictures natin kahit 1 year and a half year na tayong magkakilala. =))

-cupcake :3

Back in Photography

I was just using my canon digital camera in taking pictures before. My pictures were off average quality, but it has its own greatness in someways (it's not that bad to love your own). My family said that I have potentials in photography; the problem is, I just don't like it that much. So, let's take it to the next level! I just got my very own Nikon D-slr for my incoming debut in September 17, 2010 (don't forget to greet me, LOL). It's Daddy's gift. Since I already have the camera, why not acquire the inspiration back in photography??? Well, I think it's time for me to give up my Soccer frustrations be busy with my new hell-of-a-frustration: Photography. *big grin* Be sure to always check and follow my deviantart account for my photos. Check it out at : http://sam917.deviantart.com/ Now, I'll be busy finding photography classes so I could get it scheduled in my Sembreak or in summer vacation. Join me, all together now... *cheers!* :D -S.Reyes

Faith Strengthens Intelligence

Have you seen the pictures? Have you seen the pretty people with me? Those people are my INSPIRATION. They could make me travel back and forth from City to Province just be with them. They are ones who could take me out of reality even for awhile. They are the ones who could make me smile everytime. They proved that friendship never fades with time and age. It's a strong bond that could only be broken if the ones who made it decided to break it.

Every September 8, I am bound to go to Bulacan to celebrate the Blessed Mother's birthday; celebrate it with my CdSP family. Last year (2009), I was so motivated to go to the event and ready to cut classes and break some rules just to go there. This year (2010), my enthusiasm decreased since I thought there would be classes and quizzes the next day. I knew that Mama Mary would help me, and guess what...she did. Our classes were cut half-day so I could be able to go to Bulacan for the party. I know that my faith isn't the same as of before. The world is eating me and studies are slowly consuming my conscience. And so my motivation to go decreased, for I fear the world too much. I had a quiz the next day and I decided to study it when I get back to Manila after the party (too risky). I believed that if decided not to go, I will be able to study well and not be extremely exhausted for the following day. But because of my beloved batchmates, they gave me reason to go and made me believe that *"FAITH STRENGTHENS INTELLIGENCE." What if I decided to study? Would that be enough to save me from the gallows of 2nd year College? Well, NO. Of course, it takes FAITH much more than most. Now, I'm beginning to believe that I wouldn't be losing my religion *laughs*. I almost forgot that my faith is fortified by Philomenian values, it's not that fragile. Believe me. The sacrifice was all worth it, or as I think it was. It feels good to have the people you long held close be by your side once again. It feels great to sacrifice. I feels great to take chances, and wait for the results...believing EVERYTHING is worth every WAIT.

I love you guys! You know who you are...Thank you for inspiring me and saving me from the world!

* this is what I wrote in my text to Janina confirming that I would go to the September 8 event.

-S.Reyes