It’s been a while now since I’ve last updated this blog, and for once, I have experience many wonderful things. This has something to do with me joining The Mentors’ Journal (the official student publication of the College of Education in BulSU) as a layout artist.


Just when I was about to give up joining clubs/organizations (or so I thought), the gift (wattaword) of writing and creativity (if I have one) urged me to fill up the application form given by some students (mentors’ staff) to me and my classmates. I gave a long hard look at the blank sheet of paper. As if I’m waiting for the paper to slap me and tell me: sign me up already! But of course, being the lazy person as I am, it took me a week to sign the damn application form. Actually, I was thinking if I should join the publication, although I really wanted to at that time. The thing is that I was busy constructing the constitution and bylaws of the Association of Computer Major Students (ACoMaS) being the officer and all. I did not want to join the publication just because I wanted to. I did not want to see myself quitting halfway because of so many things to do. I sought advice to my mom, my friends and to Him. The truth is, I felt like I was half-hearted joining the publication. It was a commitment, I ought to give my best and prove to myself that I am up for the challenge. Doing something I’ve always wanted to do, and challenging myself is a fulfilling experience. Can you believe that I have made up my mind to join the publication at the most unlikeliest place? I was eating a burger and sitting at a bench somewhere in our campus, alone and thinking. It was one of those times that I gave myself the pleasure to contemplate things that has a “pending tag” in my mind. And as if He was giving me a sign, I kept thinking about the unfilled application form when all of the sudden, my hand opened my bag and reached for it. Up to this time, I still cannot explain it. As if I was being controlled by a puppeteer, right then and there I filled it up, and maybe, just maybe, it was His way of telling me, “fill up the form already!”


And at the span of just one week, I went from being half-hearted to whole-heartedly accepting every task that was given to me. Although being a part of a student publication is hard (I believe the right word for it is challenging), it was one of those few decisions that I will never regret making. There was not a single word to describe my experience as a student journalist. It was so very fulfilling that I cannot bear to abandon it.

Life’s been one hell of a ruckus for me. There’s a long list of overdue blog designs and projects, pending assignments, and ideas waiting to be written by this unorganized person, me. I’ve been quite forgetful lately, if not, lazy. My main reason is so much to do, so little time. But the fact is, I’ve been procrastinating and making up silly excuses just for the sake of procrastination. Oh boy, I seriously need to get my acts together. My checklist of things to do is longer than my roll of tissue paper. And here I am, blabbing of nonsensical rants instead of actually doing something. Okay, I’ll move this lazy ass of mine and start whatever it is I need to do.

Wish me luck, and a whole lotta it!

Please heal my uncle. We need him as much as he needs us. God, he doesn't even have to need us. But he still does....

We love him more than he loves us. And I can't stand to see him suffering. To see blood in his bed, to see him stared blankly at me. To know that he doesn't recognize the ones who love him. To see his suffering, it breaks my heart. For goodness' sake, I cried in the hospital. You know me, I don't get emotional in public places, only on rare occasions. And as I'm talking to You right now, I'm trying to hold back the tears. I just wish there's something I could do. If only there's something I can do. But if there's something, please help me realize it.

I hope he wakes up now, and when he does, I hope he gets better. Even if it's just a slow recovery, we'll wait. For as long as he recovers.

But for now, please, ease his suffering.

Some people will just go behind your back and stab it. I mean, what in the world is wrong with these people? Can’t they just like stab their own back and move on with their lives? They’re like “Oh good she’s facing the other way, better reach for my pen and stab her right away before she turn around.”

Where did the screws, nails, and light bulbs of these people go to? Don’t they have something better else to do than to make up some stupid lies that nobody will benefit from?

I am so tired of shitheads ruining my day. Why can’t they just all BURST away? Yeah right, burst away. Or better yet, obliterate from the face of this planet.

I guess nobody will care if I curse them or say bad things about them. But I simply will not. I don’t want to be as pathetic as them. Or twice as pathetic as them… that will be uhmmm pathetic. But what irritate me the most is how they try to control the situation. I don’t know, like claiming themselves as some godly saints sent from above? Maybe I should stop ranting now. Their faces are starting to haunt me.

It’s not a sight to see, that’s for sure.