A little dose of heavy drama

(C) Mikka Marcaida

            Before we realize, time has passed by already—making four long years seem so short. The reason will remain unknown, like a variable we call “x”, as our memories become something infinite. We see each other day in, day out, for four years...and our experiences in college are endlessly complex. Still, there is so much about each other that we will never have time to learn. At least, we are all privileged to see little puzzle pieces of each others’ inner lives. Of course, thoughts of the past will come and go...the future will cloud the present...but our memories will never fall in the bad habits of silence. We can never fully express the feelings we long hold close, but what we shared was beyond what language can construct. And now, where are we? We are situated in a place where time and space have become both limitless and meaningless. It’s graduation, not good bye! We’re just a memory away :)

Thank you, PSYCHOLOGY 5 2013 :)

Parish Makeover

Finally, after our almost-6 hour travel from Quezon Province, we arrived safely in Bulacan. When we reached home, we only had an hour and a half to prepare for Christmas Holy Mass. Our Parish church has been closed for months because it was under construction. I've been away from home for a very long time now; clueless I was regarding the condition of our Parish. 

So, Dad and I went to mass. The church is finally OPEN...everything is entirely different--the flooring, the seats, the lights, the altar, the lay people, ...., everything.

The church is now coated with white, silver, and gold. I could hardly imagine the Church's former "look."

I was amazed, dazzled by the glittered altar and elegantly painted walls of the church. But there's a part of me that misses the wooden-vintage feel.

The exterior of our Parish may now be coated with white, silver, or gold...But whatever "makeover" will come, no one could ever paint tradition.

Post Retreat Realization

(c) MIKKA MARCAIDA

1. It's not about the place, it's about the people.

2. It's not about crying, laughing, or simply enjoying the moment.. It's about "being together."

3. I'm fully aware that I can't be with my friends forever. But I could keep all the memories, cherish 'em when I'm sad, and treasure the moments we shared for a lifetime.



I'll write a comprehensive Post retreat blog as soon as I get the awesome pictures from my other blockmates. It'll take awhile...

I'm a proud member of PSYCHOLOGY 5 BATCH 2013

Fighting egocentricity with responsibilities

I'm not a people-oriented person. And I almost embraced my awkwardness fully, way back in high school. Half of senior year is over, and the remaining half will not be less rough. I never expected this. Now, I'm caught in the middle of successfully managing a small publication and disappointing everyone else. Then, I got qualified in a quiz contest! I couldn't even imagine myself being qualified...and be team captain. What are the odds? :))

Life is giving me lemons! And I think I'm not yet ready to make some lemonade :))

Fishbowl

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
I'm so f'ed up with Med school application stress.

And now, it's already November! I'm days away on submitting my application forms and processing other documents :|

Take a risk. Dare to try.

--these two might not be  the keys to success, but you know what? at least, this belief will let me go somewhere rather than be stuck-fixated with my problems.

Here's the story...

I just randomly picked a paper from a fishbowl before our Pre-Med talk that was sponsored by Lingkod E.R. 

And here's what I got:

I don't believe in signs or whatsoever. 
I take this as a challenge! 
*game face on*

Med school is not a form of calling...it's a decision.