Change of Season

SUNDAY. I was sweating all over. It was El Nino. Too damn hot. Everything was heating up, except for one thing. My relationship with my girlfriend of two years. She was getting frigid. Cold, and indifferent.Too many things happened a week ago and it was really frustrating. We were teaching English at a local academy and Sunday was one of the days of the week I could relax a bit. But it was the opposite. She had been acting strangely. Whenever we see each other she would sit at a distance, and she never talked much unlike before. When I get near her, she act as if she was in a hurry. I was thinking of talking to her. Ans seriously, we really needed it. I messaged her over the cellphone, she replied. I wasn't contented. I tried to call her. Phone's dead. A few moments later, she called me. I was happy to hear her. Everything seemed okay. Maybe. I felt a bit calm, yet something did bothered me. Night came, and it was like hell. I was deprived of my long coveted sleep. Afterall, I was a chronic insomniac. Sleepless.

MONDAY. I was running along the stairs of the academy, sweating. It was hotter than the day before. I came early, since I really needed to see her. She was there. When she saw me she approached me and said she'll talk to me later. I handed her a letter. I wrote that letter since I was too anxious to talk. I waited for her class to finish. After an hour, the bell rang. She walked out of class and went towards me. My heart pounded hard. She sat down besides me. I repeatedly told myself everything will be alright. But my heart was telling me it was a lie. She started to talk. Her mouth seemed to move in slow motion. Then it hit me. Plain, simple words. I don't love you anymore. I felt crushed. I was angry. I asked her if it was for real. She repeated herself. I don't love you anymore. She said sorry. I hated that moment. Sadness.

TUESDAY. I took the liberty of taking a break from the academy. I went elsewhere. The cool breeze of the air conditioner soothed me. I was sitting inside a bus as I traveled, I tried not to think of her but deep in my heart I missed her. How we used to talk for hours, how she accompanied me whenever I go somewhere, how she looked at me all so lovingly, how she smiled when I tell her sweet phrases.. Yet everything had already ended. I messaged her, asked her back. I told her I was ready to give up everything. She told me that I was saying that because I was afraid of losing her. She was right. I was afraid of losing sight of her. Now that I have planned of sharing my entire future with her. I tried to bargain. She declined. She said that eventually everything will end, and be forgotten. I hated it. As I got home late that night, sadness took the best of me. Sleep hadn't really been on my side lately. Maybe in the end, time will take its toll. Migraine.

 

WEDNESDAY. Everything looked normal. She was there, pretty as ever. It was a good day. We talked and laughed a bit. I asked her if we could go out and watch a movie. She said yes. I felt glad. She went to me before she took off and went home. She held my hands. It felt good. I was hoping she'll soon realize she still love me. I was hoping for things to go well for us. Fingers crossed. Uncertainty.

THURSDAY. Everything started to sink in. We broke up. She's not mine to hold, to cherish, to kiss, to embrace, to love. I was angry at myself. That day she never talked to me. In contrast to the scorching weather, she was cold. It was frustrating. When I got home I went straight to my room. I didn't eat. I wasn't hungry. I just stayed there in my room, thinking. Of how  I could get her back. How much I loved her, how much I needed her. I think too much, I didn't realize it was already morning. Wasted.

FRIDAY.  No sleep. My eyes hurt a lot. But I realized too many things. I tied all the loose ends in my life and discarded all the hate in me. She would really liked that. I rushed to the academy. I needed to see her. I had to stand up and get my feet back on the ground. I took off. Inside the bus, streams of memories came flashing, and it was telling me that no matter how hard I try, it would be meaningless, for she had already made up her mind. I looked at the shiny thing I was holding. It should have been the greatest gift I could give her. Our future together. I know, that even with that she would decline. I returned the ring inside my bag. I felt so lost. It was a hopeless and losing battle. As I looked outside the window emptily, tears rolled from my eyes. At the same instance, rain started to pour... Tears.  

 

Valentines Day-saster

There had been news about the death of an athlete in the 2010 winter Olympics at Vancouver. I haven't seen the whole details but it was said that he died during his final training run before the opening of the games. He flew out of the course and hit the metal pole, and at that instant he died.
Well that's a very sad news to start Valentines day and it was really a disaster. News even said that their country was to withdraw from the winter games. I felt really bad, since they came to compete and left without a fight, and tragic one at that.

Now questions are being raised, what are the safety measures being done at this moment to prevent accidents such as this from happening again in the future? Are there any assurances that the athletes participating in the competition will be safe?

In any way, I just hope that such accidents would be prevented from ever happening again, so that athletes can perform well without ever worrying about their own safety during the course of the competitions.

My big problem

I got myself a job which started just last Monday. What do I do? I teach. Yes, but not actually a teacher. It's more like a tutor. I teach English to Korean students. I liked the job since I already had teaching experiences before, and I enjoy the company of children. They are fun to talk to, and they are fun to be with.

My student is on category Beginner 2--Intermediate, which will probably give you a hint: he speaks well yet he has limited vocabulary. He have some difficulties in pronouncing some words but when corrected, he could easily adapt. Also, he needs to improve his writing skills. Not his penmanship, but his sentence constructions. But overall he makes sentences that makes sense.

Yet I have a big problem: stating that, how can I actually teach him to write profound, thought-generating essays? How should I start? Well more problems: the school I work for wanted us to do essays every Friday, starting this Friday, and they wanted different types of essays (declarative, persuasive, informative, etc..).

Now how can an eleven year old kid, with limited vocabulary, write a thought-generating, informative, profound essay?

Well I tried to ask him to give me some topics that we could talk about, and topics we could write about. And most of the topics he gave me were so simple they could not be expounded to produce a good essay. And I suggested some topics which he didn't like, so we discarded it.

Now I'm in a pinch. Tomorrow will be the day we have to make a draft. With fingers crossed, I'm hoping everything will turn out okay.

Why so SERIOUS?

"...he went to me, and asked, 'Why so serious, son?' and he placed the knife on me and said 'Let's put a smile on that face.' Now I asked, why so serious?"

-Joker, The Dark Knight

I really liked how Heath Ledger portrayed Joker. It was a fantastic performance on his part, and it was really sad that that movie was his last.

In any case I just re-watched the Batman The Dark Knight movie and I really like it. Well I've watched every Batman movie and yes, I am a big fan of the superhero. Hope there would be another good movie in the years to come.

Well, that's it for now! Ja' matta ne.

Monotonous

There are too many words to say yet my mind seems to go into a blank state. For the past few months I've been sitting around doing nothing. It had been a very boring, monotonous life. And things can't get any worst can it?

I have been trying to keep myself busy for our group's upcoming projects and inviting members to join and participate for the tasks. I'm keeping my fingers crossed though, but my hopes are high. I am counting on everyone. But aside from that I have nothing else going. Yes, I am fixing my documents and papers that maybe by February I'd get a call from the agency saying I'm up, and I'll be flying, going somewhere abroad.

But as of now, I'm getting to damn bored that I get all lazy. And worse, lately, I've been having insomnia attacks, therefore depriving me of my much needed sleep.

Well I just hope things would get better as soon as it could be, that I'd be back on track and ready to roll. After being bound inside these four corners of our house, I'd be happy to do something productive. Anyway I think I'll just savor these moments since when I get back to working condition, I'll have no time to play around.

That's all for now! Ja ne!

Cuba "not so" Libre

Well to start off, I had a grand time yesterday, to the point that I was never really drunk yet I woke up with a hangover. I was smiling as I got up from bed and I was thinking maybe me and the guys could do that again some other time. *cheers*

Anyway, yesterday I went to Otaku Expo. But wait. Before anything else, I'd like to apologize to ms. Aviva (AC Eudial), for being an hour late. I told her to meet me at the MRT station at North EDSA around 2-2:30 in the afternoon. I came at almost four. And when I got there she was standing near the entrance (yes, STANDING for an hour. Boy, am I so inconsiderate.) and so I told her to make up for that I'd pay her fare. She agreed. Then we waited in line to get our ticket and as we got in front the clerk said "Sa counter 4 po kayo pumila." *face palmed* So we went to counter 4, fortunately the line was much quicker so we got ourselves a ticket in no time.

We arrived at SM Megamall at around 4:45 and we went straight to the food court where our friends, Kaori, Amane, Quatre, and Eru waited for us. Good thing they were standing in front of the entrance to the food court so we easily found them. Then we went up to Megatrade Hall 2 where the Otaku Expo Convention was being held. There we met the others: Chihiro, Troymont, Leibely, Hyde, Enola, and Maikeru (Kuro-Neko). Troymont, Leibely and Chihiro joined us afterwards and the others went off elsewhere.

Jeo (Kuroro) arrived at around 6 PM (yes! there's someone who arrived much later than I did! yay!) and we went down to eat. We went back to the food court and took our dinner (since it was almost 7 that time), and afterwards Jeo decided to go someplace else (for a drink, that is).

Leibely, Eru, and Amane went off since it was getting late. After seeing them off we went to Padi's Point. We were held off at the entrance since we have to pay 50PhP just to get in. We thought about it, yet we decided to go somewhere else, so we took off (we're not cheapskates, we were just being practical).

Then we walked and Jeo led us to a bar called CUBA LIBRE (located at 2nd floor of Star Mall). What do you know, NO ENTRANCE FEES! *yay!* So we went in and got ourselves a seat. The place was nice, and the atmosphere was okay. Their menu was good, and the price (drinks and food) was reasonable. We ordered a bucket of Coors Light (6 bottles) and three bottles of San Miguel Pale Pilsen, all that for 280PhP (if we went to Padi's we already paid 350PhP on entance alone, wala pa kaming nainom!). Well we didn't order any pulutan since we're kinda short considering we already used up most of our money.

We stayed there until 9:30PM. When we were about to leave, the guard asked for the receipt of our bill. Come to think: No entrance fee, but when you went in you couldn't get out without ordering anything? Then it's not really free? *thinking* Still, it is a lot cheaper than Padi's. And in any case I did have a good time.

Sa uulitin guys!

A warm welcome

I don't know why I chose that title. It is either to welcome myself to this new blog I created, or maybe to welcome you readers to my blogger site.

I am not new to the field of creative writing/journalism/blogging, or simply put WRITING. I have been writing since when I was in high school (where I have been an associate features editor). Well writing for me is a hobby, and I just love writing about anything under the sun. I would like to be a professional writer but to think of it, what will I do for a hobby? So maybe given a chance I would take it as a profession. But for now, I have to polish my skills and enrich my vocabulary.

Anyway, I made this blog to post some of my previous works (wherein they are raw, unedited compositions), and with my fingers crossed, I hope many would appreciate my works, and would continue to read what I place in here. There are too many good writers out there and I know that I couldn't compete with them, and some of them made me inspired and I'd like to look up to them and hope that one day be as good as them.

Before I end this, I would like to say thank you for spending time and effort to read my posts, and I hope you won't get tired of reading my works. You can also add me up and follow me here on Blogger. Again, thank you, live well and happy.

Welcome to my euphoria.