LV | Wagi!

I took up Mass Communications in College and later pursue an in-depth studies in Theatre Arts and Creative Writing in UP Diliman. Before I allowed myself to be a BPO slave, I have been on stage trying to make a living.  Apparently, Php350.00 a show would only bring you 6 packs of Chocnuts, 3 packs of Potato Chips , a facial cleanser, a moisturizer and cotton buds. Today, all for the love of theatre, I take the back stage and help whenever I can. But I have learned my lessons well – show me the money!

The mind prepares for a grand exit, like a Red Carpet Finale, but the heart is otherwise recalcitrant.

I take critical observations or remarks the way they should be treated.  After all, criticisms should be interpreted as a challenge and should be addressed positively. It’s like everyone’s getting a piece of the cake. You scold me, I scold you and at the end of the day, both of us will shut up and move on.

Dear Diary,

Four months ago, when I hardly go around places because of the surgery, I met someone who, I never thought, would change the way I position myself in a relationship.  Though I felt that this was kind of different, I didn’t know how different everything would be up only until this very moment.

It all started with love-hate, hate-love sort of connection. All the “Hi and How are you” messages and everything that came in between; unanswered messages and deliberately delayed responses, and the “have-you-eaten-your-meals” texts mostly made up  the brooding days.  It eventually heightened to confirmation-affirmation stage, where I needed to constantly show him that I care, miss and think of him. It was more of religiously reminding him of my existence by calling and sending messages. And then came a more concrete and brutal kind of affirmation, where one of us was consistently asking for assurance while the other had to give his undying confirmation. It was kind of like that, merely. It was “high school-ish” of some sort.

I think most lasting relationships had to go to that “childish-high school-ish” stage, well, at least something that I know of.  I am hoping that every high-school-ish start-up is a lasting relationship.

He must have robbed me from a long commitment hiatus, and I did not regret a single thought of it.

Something is not right – that – I feel. And I think that ‘that something’ is springing abundantly from me.

When I met you, my world stopped. Unfortunately, yours did not.

Tangina ansaklap, hayup!

Dear Diary, ni Pong Pagong

So blue ang ballpen? Nasaan naman kasi yung pen mo dito? May nagnenok pa. Kinames! May Issue! Haha. Last day na ba, ha? Nakakaloka. Hindi ba, ang mga 4am shift, as early as 2am, pwede? At ang mga returnees as early as 11pm bilang 2am ang shift nila. Sabi mo raw, 2am. So ano ang OTBS dun? Kakaloka di ba?

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Dear Diary,

It’s 10pm at parang gusto ko nang hilahin ang oras to 2AM. Ano ba, ‘wag kang makelam!

Ano ba, gusto ko ba magkatabi kami? E, kapag magkatabi kami baka wala ng IM? Pag may IM naman, baka magkasakit ako sa bato kasi kahit ihing-ihi na ako di ako tumatayo, dear diary. Di bale na ang bato basta may IM.

Mahal ko na s’ya. Lols.

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