It’s time for a REFORM

Two years ago I was fixated in front of the computer typing nonsense of my worries of probably being transferred to another school. Two years later, here I am, doing the exact thing that I probably would have thought to happen to me during those times. I shifted to another course and transferred to another school. I said my goodbyes and my frustrations about that matter and all I want is to let bygones be bygones. It was a long, long time ago (well, two years is very long indeed) and as a dynamic person, I need to face what’s present and what’s ahead which led me to “re-open” and “revamp” this very dusty and very abandoned blog site of mine.
Two years ago (again!), I was fond of writing blogs. It’s sort of my past time. I mean, living in the dormitories could make you do a lot of crazy things out from your school obligations and for me, I chose to spend it blogging. Anything that matters to me or any nonsensical thing at all under the heat of the sun that I think just makes sense to me, I blog about it. But that changed as evidenced by my last post. I just lose the vibe and the kick to make my past times worthwhile. Instead of hanging out with my friend’s laptop, I spend most of my “last moments” with my friends. I only have a couple of months left until I ran out of time and disappear in the school that I loved the most, and in front of the people that I shared that love with.
“Nawalan na ako ng gana” as what we would usually say. I gave up blogging since then. As a writer to even start writing, he needs an inspiration to make his fingers work something he thinks worth writing for. And for me, being pissed all the time that then after I transferred to another school just made me forget that I even have a place in cyberspace wherein I can ventilate my rage or ridicule about the new school and the new people I have to rub butts off with. Later I realized that shit happens all the time and even in the best of times that I just have to swallow it. The dog days are over so I need to accept the present and the in-your-face reality up my sleeves.
And that’s where we are heading right now. For two years now in my new school, I learned to love and accept my new found life. Life is like a Mexican drama anyway, you don’t expect things to turn out the way it should be. There are a lot of twists and turns in the story that you yourself had never expected that those things would happen to you. As I look up myself before and what were I usually think, I always end up laughing to how far cry were the differences of what my life was before—how I think of my future, how I think of myself, and simply, how I think. It’s so weird to realize the fact that I need to retract and be guilty of the things I used to say before that somehow, are opposite of what would I normally say of those things right now. It’s vague, I know but you will guess the picture.
So now you know I am a completely different person to what I was in my last blog post two years ago. You may think then so what? Why am I here again? Why am I sweeping off the dusty templates of this blog site once again? Well, first I am a writer and I love writing. Second, I have this account and this is mine so I should make use of it. Third, I am doing well now as you probably could think which means I am in the mood to do what I would normally do in my past time before. Fourth, I have lots of ideas that are waiting to explode in the blogging world. And fifth, well hell yeah I just miss the fact that I have these encapsulated desires and wits in blogging.
I’m back! And I will start as the header says with a REFORM. I changed and so will be this site. What’s in store? Well, you just have to wait.

so what the hell is the final answer?

since the moment i came back after xmas break everything was just really weird and different...

my aunt's phonecall

my mom's suggestion

me taking up nursing

go back to bacolod

continue my studies there

which means kicking my butt out of UP

putting into shit the school year that almost literally burried me alive

cutting whatever knot i made so damn hard with my friends and colleagues

depressed for how many weeks causing my laziness in school

dropped my pe swimming class in order not to anticipate the day that i will drown in no time

lost my interest in doing good in my classes... i mean, what's the point then?

but then... another crap came... shit really happens all the time...

i forgot that i belong to a patriarchal family

my dad rules

and he wants me to stay in UP

and battles out with my aunt's idea since she's my mom's sis anyway and not his

making a plan b

to convince my aunt that i will just continue in UP

and if she really wants to intervene with my education she better just support me in going to med school

if she wants to waste her money on her nephew then she's free to choose in which way to help

but must never clash through my dad's plan

oh daddy,,, ever powerful father...

but my aunt should never be underestimated

her $ offer is precious

a dirty, filthy offer

it will happen once but not twice

so, what will it be?

technically for now, i am not the one who holds my own future

the oscars goes to the elders, those in the authority

that's the problem if you have caused something to your family

that you have to pay a huge sum that even your own will can be put as a bait

that's the problem if you've been a not-so-good child and have been very obedient at the same time

fate plays with you

but hell i care... wherever will i go or wherever will i stop

what matters most is that i will make everyone happy to whatever it is

and stick out again to my plan and find my personal legend...

oh well... enough with this one... just continue...

-peace-

english translations to JAIHO- slumdog millionaire OST

since i don't wanna look like an idiot shouting "jaiho" to my friends without knowing what it means, so i put an effort on finding the english translation...

"Jai Ho" is a victory shout like "Hurray!","Praise be!","It Rocks!". The English translation follows the lines in Hindi below (except Spanish where noted).

Jai Ho, Jai Ho, Jai Ho, Jai Ho
(IT ROCKS!,IT ROCKS!,IT ROCKS!,OH IT ROCKS!)
Aaja Aaja Jind Shamiyane Ke Tale
(COME ON MY LIFE, JOIN ME UNDER THE BIG ROOF)
Aaja Jariwale Nile Aasman Ke Tale
(COME JOIN ME UNDER THE GLITTERING BLUE SKY)
Jai Ho Jai Ho
(IT ROCKS..OH IT ROCKS!)

Aaja Aaja Jind Shamiyane Ke Tale
(COME ON MY LIFE, JOIN ME UNDER THE BIG ROOF)
Aaja Jariwale Nile Aasman Ke Tale
(COME JOIN ME UNDER THE GLITTERING BLUE SKY)
Jai Ho Jai Ho
(IT ROCKS..OH IT ROCKS!)
Jai Ho Jai Ho
(IT ROCKS..OH IT ROCKS!)

Ratti Ratti Sachi Maine Jaa
(BIT BY BIT I TRULY DIED EACH DAY..)
Nach Nach Koylo Pe Raat Bitayi Hai
(SPENT THE NIGHTS DANCING ON HOT COALS..)
Akhiyon Ki Neend Maine Phoonko Se Uda Di
(I BLEW AWAY THE SLEEP IN MY EYES..)
Gin Gin Tare Maine Ungli Jalayi Hai
(I BURNT MY FINGERS TRYING TO TOUCH THE STARS..)
Aaja Aaja Jind Shamiyane Ke Tale
(COME ON MY LIFE, JOIN ME UNDER THE BIG ROOF)
Aaja Jariwale Nile Aasman Ke Tale
(COME JOIN ME UNDER THE GLITTERING BLUE SKY)
Jai Ho Jai Ho
(IT ROCKS..OH IT ROCKS!)
Jai Ho Jai Ho
(IT ROCKS..OH IT ROCKS!)

[The Spanish part]

Baila! Baila!
(Dance! Dance!)

Ahora conmigo, tu baila para hoy
(Now with me, you dance for today)

Por nuestro dia olvidas,
(For our day, just forget..)

los problemas que sean
(whatever problems there may be)

Salud!
(Cheers!)

Baila! Baila!
(Dance! Dance!)

Jai Ho Jai Ho
(IT ROCKS..OH IT ROCKS!)
Jai Ho Jai Ho
(IT ROCKS..OH IT ROCKS!)
Chakh Le Ho Chakh Le Ye Raat Shahad Hai Chakh Le
(TASTE IT, O TASTE IT, THE NIGHT IS HONEY, TASTE IT)
Rakh Le Haan Dil Hai Dil Aakhri Had Hai Rakh Le
(KEEP MY HEART, IT IS THE LAST LIMIT, YEAH KEEP IT)
Kala Kala, Kajal Tera Koi Kala Jadoo Hai Na
(DARK, THIS EYELINER OF YOURS, IS LIKE A MAGICAL SPELL)

another essay for youth empowerment

Theme: What needs to be done to develop sense of citizenship in young people and help them realize their role in nation-building.
“Bringing back the true purpose of the youth in filling up the missing pieces of our country’s key to success”

In every dot begins a stroke. In every stroke begins a figure. In every figure begins an image. And in every image creates a masterpiece. Like a painting, our world is full of dots and strokes, and through those dots represents us people that though we may look like insignificant points, we, if taken as one body, can define the world. This shows that no matter who we are or what we are, what race or nation we came from, and how young we are and what role we stand in the society, each one of us is an important piece of puzzle. And us youth, like dots, are precious and has a purpose in filling up the world.

As future heroes of the world, the youth has something to say as young citizens of our country. We maybe like young birds that can’t fly yet on all the worldly events but we definitely can build changes as we climb the ladder of our generation. But sad to note that as the world revolves a thousand times, a million times our purpose as significant dots is questioned. Instead of saving the day we are the ones to be rescued. Many of us can be the next world leaders but it is also evident that many of us can be the next most wanted criminals. It is either we are like slippers in which someone holds our own fate if where we will go even though it is not where we wanted, or worms who can go wherever we wanted but are blind to know if it is the right path. There were even some who are apathetic enough on the place where they live and the role that they can achieve that they are more concerned on worldly pleasures-money, gambling, virtual world, drugs, alcohol, and sex. If we really want to engrave within us the scripture of how we can be the best dots, then, what should be done?

It does not mean that if we have fallen somewhere we cannot start all over again. As time ticks we become smarter and we know that someday our nation will need us and it is our time to do what needs to be done for our country. To realize that, we need a tablespoon of discipline, a cup of responsibility and a handful of service to the nation, in order to make the best ingredient as the hope of our fatherland. Yes, this maybe a mountain peak to reach but always remember again that every beautiful thing begins in a single dot and we know it is within us.

If pencils can correct mistakes along the way, we too have erasers that can banish all the short comings we have made. If we can make a candle light in a room, we too can make our lives light up the world for a lifetime. We may not be like pencils and candles to perfect the jest of life but we have hands that can reach out to help, a mind that can teach genuine knowledge to our fellowmen, and a heart that can spread the unconditional love for our nation. We maybe young and can experience possibilities to be hit by cars or trip on manholes and give up as we run to the finish line of our purpose, but, dots are not just dots and we are not just youth with a pinch role in the society. We may be bombarded by lots of stones that can make us weak but we know we can be a spark that can do something big. We, can, do something big. We, can. And all we need to do is prove it. Can we?

my bro's memories are still clouding up my mind

Three days ago, specifically las Jan-19-09, was my brother’s death anniversary. And I was so damned that time that I want to curse myself for I just remembered it at passed one in the afternoon during our 3-hour chemistry lab. I was writing in the borrower’s list of some laboratory apparatuses that my partner and I will borrow for our experiment. When I wrote the figures 1 and 9 in the date of submission, it was like a thunderbolt struck me that I was like electrocuted for real. I nearly screamed and utter the shit word when I realized that I forgot that this day is my brother’s death anniversary. Why would I forget?
I really cannot establish or perhaps “termed” if what kind of sibling relationship did my older brother and I have. It was four year ago, in an “exact” estimation, it was 3 years, 11 months, 30 days, 2 hours and 20 minutes ago. He was in a young age of 16 then, while I was 12. He was the kind of brother whom you will look up to and despise at the same time. Sometimes, especially when his moody and unfortunately you managed to clash in his way, he would usually scold you or victimized you with his cold shoulder. He was definitely a man of words. Straight forward. Strong in retort. And he does not hell care if you do not like what he is doing or what he is going to do at you. But even if there are a lot of bad things you have to throw to him, the good ones are still the ones undaunted. His precious “closed-eyes” smiles, his sometimes unbelievably remarkable and sensible comments and opinions about anything under the heat of the sun, his “corny” jokes, his intelligence, and most importantly, his being a brother to me, are just a prick of that.

I admit the fact that my brother and I do not have the perfect or even the ideal brother-sister rapport. We fight most of the time. We hurt each other most of the time. By hands. And by words. We sometimes even neglect each other for other petty things. But a great bro-sis bonding is not all about those Hansels and Gretels nor Jacks and Jills where there is neither dirt of misunderstanding nor sign of conflict between the two. Somehow, through those unfortunate and unlikely remarks of ours to each other we were able to fully know who is Jigger and who Inday is. I know he could have been a better brother to me and I could have been a better sister to him but most of the time we just have to leave it like that. God knows maybe it is the best way we can show how we love each other and express how to be a sibling to each other despite those mistakes and an imperfect match up. But now, I really don’t care about how we were as a brother and a sister nor how was our relationship then before he left us. All I care now is that even though it was already a few years ago since he passed away, I still could remember the exact details of almost everything. The night when he had the attack… The last TV show and commercial we watched together with my other 2 siblings... His pale, stone-dead and unresponsive face… His cold feet that lingered throughout my veins when I touched him as he was rushed out of our house to the hospital…The strong embrace of my younger sister and me to each other out of fear about what had happened and how desperately we knelt down to our altar just to pray to Virgin Mary to make our brother safe… The longest sleep of my life waiting for a phone call from the hospital to our neighbor of what happened… The most indescribable grief I felt when I heard what was the result… The time when I went to school the morning after that night to ask our adviser if I could absent for a couple of days, crying like I never have cried before in our classroom with my classmates and my teacher sadly hearing the news… How the earth like have fallen into my heart when I saw my older sister who was currently studying in Iloilo went to the chapel all shocked and with her non-stop tears flowing… How outraged my family and I were when my dumb and fucking math teacher, (the bitch Virgie Galiego, haha still can’t forget her name, she’s in my list for those I want to assassinate if given a chance) mocked my brother’s death and threw a sweeping generalization that I was liking the fact that my brother’s death made me excuse class for awhile, which is crap and bullshit reasoning for a teacher like her…How “dead” our family’s life was after months of grief and missing Jigger SO MUCH and TOO MUCH… And how we all learned to fight and move on, to keep living life at its best, to still trust God despite taking my brother away from us, to continue solidifying the foundation our family has built, and how to never forget the things that Jigger thought to us, that he had put in our lives, and that the life he had inspired to us…

Well, enough of remembering… It continues to live within us anyway…

Jig,
If you are here beside me while typing this one out or if there is a strong wifi connection there in heaven and you are always online in friendster and multiply…
Just want to let you know… How I miss you SO MUCH and TOO MUCH!!!
YOU STILL ROCK FOR ME BRO!!! GO SCIENTIST WANNABE!!! Hahaha… if you are just here right now maybe my chemistry and botany nose-bleeders will be solved… SO… kindly send me some of your freaking brain cells to power-up mine… =)


Love lots,
Your sis

justice makes the world go round***

October 25, 2008


You may notice based on my last two blogs how poetic I am when it comes to the magic word, JUSTICE. Well for me, it is not just a magic word actually. It is for me a living saint in every society. It is a hope carved in every being that will later on be a great armor for one’s individual independence and one’s battle for social independence. One must just polish it. But first and foremost, one must have the enough courage to realize that each one of us has it. It is just actually waiting for us to know that we originally own it after all. And so, a drop of injustices just bogs me every time I smell its warm blood and feel its sting.


Yup! I’m just too crazy about justice. Besides my family values of course, maybe it is because I am living in a country under democratic rule---the government that is of the people, by the people and for the people. The results of it is either I am fortunate enough to actually own rights and manifest these rights in my own will and responsibility without interfering the justice possessed by every fellowmen; or I am fortunate enough to witness as I grow up the disparities and selfish desires and abuses of every countrymen, using the power of democracy to unleash injustices to his fellowmen. If the latter is the case, then maybe the Philippine democracy offs the people, buys the people and poors the people as what a famous spoof goes. It’s quite funny though it is a serious issue actually. I don’t really want to deal too much of what could be the grade of my country if it is scored from one to ten (one being the highest) for how well it has been being a democratic country. All I just want to point out is that how my democratic country created a living impact on me being a korny justice lover. Sounds, ewwww…


What the heck. The bottom line is: I get ecstatic whenever a thing about justice or anything at all that will intersect such ruptures in my mind. I will like turn insane whenever I hear an echo of injustice within the capacity of my senses could reach. And sometimes it freaks me out how I’ll react to situations when one was victimized by injustice of either of an unconscious person or of an abusive asshole. It surprises me how will I defend the right of that person for a just partition even though he/she was like a complete stranger to me 3 minutes ago. I remember when I was in high school wherein my close friends would usually say, “Hey, calm down! Don’t be so affected again” whenever I get too demoralized on raising my issue against injustices in the school. Spooky… Am I like a modern day hero? In my dreams! I am not even a fan of Justice League. If they are real persons, then maybe I am a far cry from their super hero status. Besides I am like a tiger with irritating fungi all over my body when it comes to speaking up about injustices that I witnessed. I complain loudly, not literally as in I am so tactless that I don’t have manners, but loudly as in I will really inform the persons involved regarding the matter and will not pass a day without solving it. In short, I will not do the opposite of it, which is “be still”, “be silent,” shhhhh. Period. Also, injustice bothers me. It’s like a caterpillar that irritates my back so I need to take it off immediately. It makes me move like a psycho ready to spray my body with insecticide just to get all those annoying mosquitoes.


To sum up, I am not a silent warrior when it comes to battling the injustices and wickedness of the world. I’m usually straight forward but still make sure that no one gets hurt when I will rush into conclusions. But sometimes I fail and could possibly injure someone along the way. I am a human being and I am not perfect. Yes, I am a die-hard justice fanatic but sometimes I slipped too much that I am even the one who starts the evil that I hated the most---the thing that bothers me like an annoying caterpillar or a mosquito. Not all the time I live up with my principles. Sometimes I mess up and do the other way. That’s why hell I will compare myself to any member of Justice League since they are like too pretty to put your face beside them. But I don’t give a damn to what the people will say every time I rally about the injustices of the world or of the whole humankind. I maybe a herald-like when I complain but swear I am not too annoying that my mouth is like attached to ten megaphones when I speak up.


Maybe all of this I learned because of the magic word itself. Because of justice I realized that not all the time my favorite word which is justice fits in within my brain that everyday I will not commit injustices although maybe sometime I am committing such after all wherein I thought all the while is about the former well in fact it’s the other way around which is the latter. Confusing… but I will solve that puzzle as I continue. So I think I just wish that justice will continue to inspire me everyday to be a better citizen. And I hope and I pray that I am one of the billions of people who look and admire justice this way or even in a better way than what I perceive it should be. I am always grateful with this. Sob*** ‘-]


“Justice should not only be done, but should manifestly and undoubtedly be seen to be done”.-Gordon Hewart (1870 - 1943) British lawyer and politician.


“Justice must not only be seen to be done but has to be seen to be believed”-Attributed to J. C. Morton (1893 - 1979) British journalist and writer.

my first serious school issue***

October 24, 2008
12:53 PM


“It is better to have a war for justice than peace in injustice”
-Charles Pierre Péguy (1873 - 1914)
French writer and poet, Basic Verities, "The Rights of Man"


I wonder why of all the listed quotations about justice in Microsoft Encarta finally I chose this one. Maybe there is something in it that is related to what happened to me or what I did last week before going home. I still do not know the final outcome on my sort-of-tiny-revolt but I am rest assured that it will be alright for now. I delivered my side already; my judgment of what I think is fair enough and just. If I will still be condemned together with my friend who was also brave enough to fight for one of the injustices that is happening in a Philippine university, then maybe, our reasons were not enough to justify accordingly to what we are trying to point out. As what 18th century British judge William Murray Mansfield said to a colonial governor ignorant in the law, “Consider what you think justice requires, and decide accordingly. But never give your reasons; for your judgment will probably be right, but your reasons will certainly be wrong.” Or maybe, we are again victims of every bullshit school system in the Philippines. Heck. But still, I don’t want to really squeeze this matter until I will lose my breath and die a martyr. So maybe I need to lie low. But still it bothers me. Yeah right, it is just a tip of a finger nail when compared to big issues of injustices our society has now but still it falls under the category. Every small thing has a right to be heard, ayt?


Now it comes to the point of where did all this start? Ok… during the dawn of the finals week, of course, we are too much pre-occupied on lots of things: studies, subjects to catch up before failing, and presentations equivalent to one final exam. No way can we also exclude the fact that we dreamed beyond the pigments of our imagination of enjoying a little breather and going home for the semester break. Behind the nausea of studying over hundred-page reviewers for the finals, we still get to have reveries on miles away fantasy called home. And an injustice such as this situation that I’ll raise right now just gets our cranial nerves to pop out all the motor neurons and sensory neurons we have. It intervenes our hypothalamus to exert emotional impulses of excitement and fun. Anyways, so it all started with this buzz about students endangering their grades in our NSTP-CWTS (National Service Training Program-Civil Welfare Training Service, it’s a very redundant name, I know) because they lack number of hours (a total of 54 hours). Since I don’t have any late nor absences for that matter, I’m confident enough that I don’t need to start boguing myself on sacrificing my thrill of going home by attending make-up classes after the finals. Boo! I’m clean therefore I don’t have to mind it. Besides, I asked our Student Assistant a.k.a our Team Manager regarding our status since other team managers are very generous enough to inform their respective teams, and she told us that if you don’t have any problems at all, why worry? Oh well, what a nice move from our SA. And I’ve thought that she really was a fallen guardian angel of our team.


Sad to say, she’s not like that really. Or maybe the kingdom of injustice really wanted to kill me that in the morning of the last day of my finals week, I received or shall I say I did the first move to ask my team leader about our status in the CWTS wherein there he showed me a text message from our SA last night about the list of names of those who lack hours and must complete it by attending the make-up class sessions. I was a little worried back then because I have this enigmatic sensation that there must be something wrong on the way they compute the number of hours rendered by the almost 250 NSTP-CWTS students. Besides that, I heard rumors that some other members of the other teams, who swore that they are in complete attendance, found out that they are incomplete after all. And so goes that maybe I can be one of the poor victims.


And by fate as bestowed by heavens and the stars, my worst fear is right. I’m on the list. My friend who swore to God that she did not do something bad also succumbed the same curse. What the f**k! But I did not just jump out to a conclusion. Because maybe, there is just something wrong. But upon looking on some evidences, like our other team members who admit that they have a late and an absent were even not on the list, I smelled something fishy on this. Even if our fellow team leader somehow forgot to pass one attendance sheet that caused a minus in our number of hours, it still does not fit at all. Just consider the comparison between our other two members who are spared though guilty and my friend and I who are innocent enough but were sentenced. Now I feel how it is to be betrayed. I am like in the shoes of those convicted persons who by God’s divine wisdom our innocent but are victimized by the unjust rule of the society. But my situation is not that so melodramatic like theirs of course. I am just showing some hyperbole. :-]


So I need to fix this by first consulting to the in-charge. Although my math final exam was ruined but thanks heaven it was so damn easy, I manage to circumnavigate the university just to find them but where the hell are they? The NSTP-CWTS office was closed as it lived by its nature like that. The adviser was not around as expected. And so, my friend who also has the same sense of hunger for what happened and I were left exhausted. We have both decided since last weekend to go home tomorrow. We don’t have enough time to attend those make-up classes with which oh my, is very heavy and stressful. And we fear that if we will not attend, our status will be the same and we will have a failure on this subject whatsoever. If that’s the case, since this is a mandatory training to all freshmen Filipinos, if we fail this, we need to take it up next year, in our second year in college together with those next school year’s newbie’s. Damn it!


Like what the quote conveys, it’s better to have a war for justice than have peace in injustice. Unlike the others, I don’t want to just accept the thought of attending the make-up classes as a punishment for being a late comer and an absent-minded and literally absent moron. I’m not like that. I don’t have the right to be punished. I did not do anything wrong. Is there something that I should be punished about? Another point is: so, it means that in order to pass the first semester in this subject you need to get a perfect attendance? What is this? A military camp? I am just grateful that there is also a person other than me who feels the same way. Actually many of us were victimized by this flaw but only my friend and I retaliated. We are not contented to be just silent babies who obey their nanny to stop crying even though it is the need of their system to cry. We are not contented to just accept the punishment well in fact we know it is unjust. For Christ’s sake our university is a bastion of democracy so why hush? This whole thing just bothered me for the whole last day before sem ends.


Since the adviser or any in-charge is nowhere to be found we need to do something. So the night before the start of the make-up classes and the night before I will go home, I texted my friend that we will meet tomorrow, go to the office if it is open, tell the adviser or any SA in-charge about our concern and whatsoever will be the outcome, go home safe and sound. And here came the morning. I was carrying my “heavy bags” as I waited for my friend. But she was not there yet. Something’s wrong. Maybe, as her great alibi, she was not able to receive my text message the other night. So I texted her again and again and went to the office again and again but still its undisputed nature’s the same---still no attendant to be found. I grew impatient and created thoughts of the noble what-if’s. My mind was divided into my two alter egos who are arguing of what should be done. Well, I must really be crazy. What if I will just attend the make-up class half-day and just rush home in the afternoon? No, because I already made up my mind and I should try first the plan before making up with the decision, right? There’s no harm in trying. No, what if I just swallow up my pride and obey the rule? No! This is not just about pride it is about principles. You know it’s wrong, it’s absurd and it’s unjust. You are old enough to speak and fight for it. What if I will just go home now, sleep this shit and consider it as one of my worst nightmares? No! It is your grades dummy! So slap your face back to reality because you cannot go home without fixing this first!


STOP! I had enough. Since my friend is sort of not replying so maybe I should deal with this in my own way. Luckily, I have a mobile number of our dearest adviser so I will just text him regarding our concern. Shoot. I should have thought about it earlier! And it’s 5 pages, meaning I sent him 5 long text messages. Just so beautiful! I did it in my utmost respectful manner. I just wished that my leader gave me our adviser’s real number or else I will kill him. With that I think I’ve done my part so I texted my friend that I will just go home because I’m tired of waiting and if she will do something else, I begged her to inform me. And after a billion of dull moments I had waiting, she replied. And guess what? She really was not able to receive my message (yeah right!). She told me that I should go now because she will go to the office to fix the problem. That time I was already riding on a vehicle going to Iloilo City. She promised me that she will try her best to follow up our concern since I told her that I have informed our adviser already. “We did not do anything wrong so it is our right not to attend the make-up class,” she said. Good luck!


I was on the departure area in the sea port when I received her message. And am I just lucky or was it just divine intervention that happened? I nearly cried when I read her text message. It says that I must not worry anymore because everything was just a mistake. She met with the one who is in-charge with all those encoding thing and they both re-checked her number of hours and mine as well. It turned out that there was just a big mess while encoding it and there was just a confusion going on with the recording stuff. She assured me that everything was fine now and that I don’t need anymore to have make-up classes. Wheeww… I was like a winner of a trip to Europe for six when I found out about it. It’s as if a huge nebula was extracted from my chest that all I did was thank everything and everyone about it. I know since then that what I’m doing was just fine and I know that even in our own little way we can achieve justice. All I can do was just laugh and smile as I remembered all the things I have done yesterday and today. And how can I be more thankful to my friend and to God for being there to help me aim for the truth. As what my favorite daily newspaper’s trademark always says, THE TRUTH SHALL PREVAIL and, will always be.


Now, all I need to do is check in our university’s online registration my grades for the first semester. I hope that the small magic of justice I’ve experienced will live up to its action and expectation until the end. I am not anymore crazy. I am not anymore angry and delusional. And I now only have one ego and it’s my freaking possessed die-hard justice rocker ME. ‘- )