CAFFEINE

Every brew, every drop;
My heart beats faster than the clock.
Every slam against my chest;
Every minute lost of rest.
The rhythm gets faster;
The beat gets louder.
I hear my heart shout---
"let me out, let me out!"
This is driving me insane...
oh! oh!
Too much CAFFEINE.

-S.Reyes

Gago Jeep

March 24, 2010 4th day of 1st year, second sem Finals. After ng Filipino test namin, sinamahan ako ng friends ko papuntang Pacific Suites para humingi ng notes. Biglang nag-aya si JR na mag-Starbucks at syempre pumayag naman kami! WHY? LIBRE eh, :D

So, pumunta pa talaga kami ng SM San Lazaro para mag-Starbucks kahit sa Pacific Suites may Starbucks na. Dumaan pa nga kami ng bus station para maka-reserve si Maki ng ticket pauwi sa Ilocos. Habang naghihintay sa kanya, meron akong matandang nakita na kumakaway sakin... Aba! si Lola Nelda oala iyon! :)) nag-usap pa kami since matagal naman si Maki.

Tumambay kami sa Starbucks para mag-aral dapat. Pero Major FAIL. Si Maki lang ang nag-aral. Si Faye naman nag-give up, kasi na-realize niya na hindi masayang mag-aral :))

Iniwan namin si Maki sa Starbucks mag-isa at pumunta kami ng National para tumingin ng books for "FUTURE READING" at may bibiling thingy si Faye. Medyo natagalan kami sa National kasi masyado kami nag-enjoy. Nakalimutan na namin si Maki. Noong pabalik na kami ng Starbucks, naisipan ko naman na bumili ng rucksack na Vampire Knight sa Comic Alley. Sinamahan naman ako nila Faye, nag-plan pa kami na pareparehas iyon gamitin sa susunod na araw. Natagalan kami doon kasi masyado kaming na-aliw. Talagang hindi na namin naalala si Maki, nabulok na ata. Pagbalik namin sa taas, wala na si Maki...nakaalis na pala. Iniwan kami at umuwi na. Hindi rin namin ma-answer mga calls niya kasi sa sobrang enjoy! :)))))))) kawawa naman

So, nung pauwi na kami, humiwalay na si JR. Kami nalang ni Faye ang natira. May dumaan na jeep tapos tinanong ni Faye kung dadaan sa UST. Sabi nung Mama, oo raw kaya sumakay na kami. I know, predictable talaga ang mga susunod na mangyayari.

Noong nakasakay na kami, sobrang lumalayo na ang track papuntang UST kaya nagtaka na talaga kami ni Faye. Papunta ng Tayuman LRT Station, doon pa naman ako sumasakay pag-uuwi ako galing Bulcan. Tsk Tsk Tsk.

Tinanong ulit namin yung driver. Tapos ayaw niya sumagot ng maayos. Nainis na kami kaya bumaba na kami. Grabe, naloko kami nung walanghiyang tao na yon. :)) Sumakay pa tuloy kami ng tricycle, napamahal pa!

MORAL LESSON: Huwag sasakay ng jeep kapag nakasando na puti ang tsuper.

-S.Reyes

DULCE

Matagal ng panahon noong ako ay nag-Pink Sister sa CdSP. Oo, tama nga ang nabasa niyo...ako'y naging madre minsan sa aking buhay. Actually, required kami nung grade two ako na mag-Pink sister habit para sa procession sa celebration ng Birthday ni Mama Mary tuwing September 8.

Noong kinuha ko sa office ang habit,napansin ko na lahat ng mga kiddos na kagaya ko ay sabik na sabik sa kanilang susuotin. Samantala, ako naman ay pathetic lang. NR ata ako nun, basta makuha lang ang uniform, ok na. Syempre, bata pa...malamang, tatanga tanga ;)

Nung dumating na ang september 8, pumunta nako sa assembly place. Pero bago iyon, kinuhanan pa ko ni Mommy ng madaming pictures kasi natutuwa siya dahil ang cute ko. Syempre, feeling madre rin ako... meron pa akong rosary na nakasabit sa leeg. Sabi kasi ni Mommy, ok daw na may rosary ako para mas mag mukhang madre. Oh di andun na nga ako sa assembly, tapos napansin ni Lola Lita ako lang ang walang belo. Eh walang kasamang belo yung nakuha kong uniform samantalang yung iba meron. Oo, nadaya talaga ako :)) pero NR pa rin ako dahil cute ako at bata pa ako. :))

Ako lang ang pink sister na naglalakad na walang belo. Sabi ko kay Lola Lita, ayos lang kasi meron namang payong at meron naman akong rosary. Hindi parin siya pumayag, gusto nya meron din ako kaya nag-stop over pa kami sa CdSP upang kumuha ng belo. Patuloy pa rin ang prusisyon habang ako ay nakikipaglaban at nahihirapan sa pagsusuot ng belo. Pano kasi, nakaayos ng bongga ang aking hair at sobrang landi ng style...ayoko itong magulo kaya ang tagal ko bago masuot ang belo. :)) Noon ko rin na-realize na ayokong magulo ang aking buhok kaya ayoko mag-belo.

Na-reach na namin ang simbahan, at malapit na mag-start ang mass. Syempre, maarte nga ako at pampered kaya humingi pako ng inumin habang naghihintay para sa Mass. Bawal pa naman uminom pero too late na, kasi uhaw na talaga ako. Naglakad kasi kami ng nakaapak...at grade 2 lamang ako, di ko pa alam ang code of ethics noon. At pwede rin talaga ako uminom kasi nag-pray naman ako ng buong rosary at with conviction pa ang akin pag-response habang naglalakad. Na-realize ko rin na mabait naman talaga ako, pero nabura lahat ang napundar kong kabaitan noong uminom ako sa simbahan ng orange juice na nasa tweety bird na tumbler. Adik kasi ako kay Tweety noon. AS IN.

May nakatabi akong matabang bata, at napansin ko na kinakain ng pwet nya ang space na unuupuan ko. Napansin ko rin na hulas at deprived na siya. Dati kasi, hindi naman ako madaldal kaya at hindi talaga ako nagsasalita unless kailangan na talaga. Kinausap ako nung matabang bata...

"Hello! ako nga pala si Dulce, ano pangalan mo?"

"Sam."

"ah, oo! kilala kita...pwede painom?"

"ah, eh--papaalam muna ako kung pwede ka maki-inom..."

Sabay tayo sa upuan at pumunta kay Lola Lita.

"Lola Lita, pwede bang uminom sa jug ko si Dulce?"

"sino si Dulce? o sige basta kaibigan mo"

"yung mataba..." sabay talikod at bumalik sa tabi ni Dulce.

"Dulce! ok daw, pero konti lang daw...huwag mo raw uubusin."

AMP! nakakainis lang pala yung sinabi ko, napa-fake! :)))))))
natatawa ako sa sarili ko. Natuwa naman ako nung nag-thanks si Dulce at nung regular class na ulit, parang hindi ko na siya kilala. Ewan ko lang kung nasaan na siya ngayon. Mapayat na kaya siya??? :))

Ito lang ang kwento na madre na, good Samaritan pa!

-S.Reyes

Minutes to Zero (a life moving countdown)

Death. Honestly, I am scared of it. Scared of not knowing what lies ahead and after LIFE. I know I shouldn't be talking like this right now since I'm young and I'm just about to start entering the REALITY. But, I wasn't supposed to starting it...should've ended from one of the 3 accidents I had this past few years. First, on our way home to Bulacan; In the car lining in the NLEX Tollgate...happy and excited we were then suddenly, a truck struck us violently. Inside, we were frantic--lost. Watching the 10-wheeler truck crush the car moment by moment, but we merely counted our last breaths. Adrenalin, yes...we got out of the car before it was totaled by the truck gradually mashing the steel structure. Miracle, it was. No one dead, all were safe. Thank God.

Another was of our cycling trip in Bulacan. We got a long break then I decided to go biking with my High school friends. We had fun, and out of my awareness...another accident would happen. This time, the event involved only I. After I drove home one of my friends, I decided to go home. I was waiting for the vehicles to clear out of the highway so I could go across to the other side where my house was located. I pedaled across...slowly it was when I did it; Time seems to pause and move---pause and then, move. At my left a huge truck near, it was a meter away. I was in the middle of the highway. In my right, another truck---meters away, seconds apart, and I was about to be sandwiched by two. Then Time resumed, the wind dorve me out of the way of lying dead in the middle of the highway. Again, a miracle.

Recently, I'd been struck by a motor cycle. This time, I was just walking my way to school...5 minutes before bell time. I walked on the pedestrian lane...seems like a normal day too me because everything just now is of habit, not knowing a motorcycle would hit me. Yes, the lucky one among a dozen who would cross the same time as I. I had no major damages, no injuries, no nothing. I was saved, and the violator paid for the incident ; not to me...but to the law. He harmed the law governing the place as well as the person who imposed the "One Way" policy; He hurt those, more than he hurt me.

So, you see...if everything seems so of tradition and customary, there will always come a time of a change. Life comes with twists of fate. You'll never know what leads to what, and you'll never know what is NEXT. Sometimes, Life ensures expectations...confirmed them (like what Psychologists believe), but there's more of it than mere expectations. Life's about the beyond transformations around us, including us. Life is a network of variations that keeps us all going. When your hours turn to days, it is so too that Minutes of your life counted down to ZERO.

be SAFE. :)

-S.Reyes

*I wrote this after reviewing for a test regarding Theories of Learning; Inspired by the theories about expectations.

I just needed this time to reflect of all the events that almost took the heck out of my life and how lucky I am to be SAVED.