D, v.6

In a few minutes I am going to the place where we met. I hope to see you there. :D

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Pers Lab

Katabi ko si Ser Tabin kaninang NatSci nang kinuha niya ang Manila Collegian (Kule) na nakalagay sa upuan. Tinignan sandali at kinalabit ako, sabay bulong ng kung anong kumpol ng mga salita at nag-mostra ng tila nagsusulat sa isyu ng Kule na iyon gamit ang imaginary ballpen.

Akala ko ay kailangan niya ng totoong panulat, kaya’t iniabot ko ang berde kong gel pen sa kaniya. Hindi pala, iyon pala ang kanyang paraan ng pagsasabing: “Sumali ka sa Kule.”

Sumali ka sa Kule.

Natawa na lang ako. Ang sabi ko: “Ser naman, hindi ko po kaya diyan. Matrabaho po.” Ang sabi niya: “Subukan mo lang naman. Kaya mo yan.” Ako ulit: “Ser, eto nga pong wala akong ginagawang presswork hapit na hapit na ako e, iyun pa kayang me iba pang trabaho… saka na lang ser, pag me bayad na ang pagsusulat sa Kule.” Ang sagot sa akin: “Me recognition naman sa pag-graduate e.” At ang sabi ko: “Ser, di ko naman makakain ‘yun.” Sabay tawa.

Sa totoo lang, dahil lang sa usapan na iyon ko naalala ang aking unang pangarap bago ako pumasok ng UP. Ang sabi ko, mag-aapply talaga ako sa Collegian, dahil mula noong nasa elementarya ako ay bahagi na ako ng pamatnugutan ng diyaryo ng paaralan. Oo, kahit na walang saysay ang mga pinaggagagawa ko ngayon dito sa blog na ito, masasabi ko na disente ang mga naisusulat ko noon. At ang mga panahon na yon ang nami-miss ko. Nami-miss ko ang sumulat sa papel nang hindi tinatamad, dahil ngayon, itinitipa ko na lang ang lahat sa keyboard. Dati nagagawa kong mapuno ang isang notbuk ng aking mga saloobin, mga kanta, tula, kwento at kung anu-ano pa. Ngayon, hindi ko na iyon kaya. O maaaring kaya ko pa rin, ngunit kulang na ako sa inspirasyon at gana sa pagsusulat.

Hindi ko nga alam kung bakit ako nawawalan ng gana sa pagsusulat dahil ito ang pangunahing dahilan kung bakit ako nag-aaral ng kursong pangkomunikasyon. Dati’y nag-uumapaw ang aking mga ideya sa oras na makahawak ako ng papel at kahit na anong panulat. Ngayon, kailangan ko pa ng mahabang panahon bago makaisip ng magandang panimula sa isang sanaysay na noon ay itinatae lang ng utak ko. Hindi ko alam, siguro’y naging mapurol na ang aking utak dahil matagal-tagal rin itong napahinga sa paggawa at pag-iisip ng magagandang lathalain. Siguro’y nabahaw ng kaunti ang mga kalyo ko sa kamay na dati’y sobrang kapal dahil sa pagsusulat ng lahat ng pumasok sa aking isipan. O siguro’y kulang lamang ako sa inspirasyon. Marahil rin ay tinatamad na akong gumawa ng mga bagay na dati kong lubos na ikinaliligaya. Siguro’y nalimot ko na ang aking unang pangarap, ang aking unang pag-ibig: ang pagsusulat.

Kung maaari’y ipaalala niyo sa akin ang una kong mahal. Siya ang dahilan kung bakit ginagawa ko ang mga ginagawa ko ngayon. Miss na miss ko na siya.

Donated Blood. Again.

This was the second time. The main purpose why I donate blood is to know my blood type. Guess what, I’ve done it twice and I still don’t know what it is! Aaargh. But still, I have done the second purpose: to help someone in need. Yeah.

So there, I did it after class so that I would not have to face anything related to academics right after blood was drained out of me. My friend Yayie was there too, and she was also my companion last time. After they made us answer the donor’s questionnaire, they checked our blood pressure, hemoglobin count (that thing they use to prick the finger really hurts) and everything that should be checked. And then we’re ready to go.

Like last time, Yayie donated 250cc of blood. They got 450cc from me, almost twice as Yayie’s. Well, maybe it’s because I weigh greater than her. And when I say greater, I mean it.

So these are our photos.

Here’s Yayie after 250cc of blood was drained out of her.

I have to fill this up.

This is me, while 450cc of blood is being drained out of my system.

And it was done!

They gave this nice button pin to donors. In it was written: “Edward Cullen wanted my blood but I gave it to the PGH blood bank”. I love it. Haha.

I felt dizzy afterwards. We went to PGH Science Hall for some Student Regent discussions, and then I started my church-bound journey at 4. I got there at six. We Practiced “I Could Sing of Your Love Forever”. I still feel tired and dizzy. Whoa, donating blood and dancing afterwards could make a person suffer from fatigue. When I got home, I chatted with my mom online for a while and waited for the telecast of Barack Obama’s Inauguration. Because I am dead tired, I fell asleep while watching it. Tsk.

So that’s it. Helping someone in need could be very tiring but a happy experience as well. I just hope I’ll get my Donor’s card this time. So I shall know my blood type. :D

D, v.5

Every now and then I gaze to your direction and hope that you gaze back. I wish you would look me in the eyes and smile back at me. I get butterflies in my stomach just picturing your smile in my head. :D

D, v.4

Click image to enlarge. :D

I think about you all the time. Everywhere I look, you are always there…

I wonder when will I see you again. I miss you already. Ü

D, v.3

You look really cute when you smile. I like you when you’re just having fun with the other guys. I like your weird sense of humor, even if your jokes aren’t funny at all. I love it when you give me that “oh-nandyan-ka-pala” look. I like it when you look so serious when all the others are not. I love it when that serious moment ends when you suddenly smile. Those simple things make me like you. More. And more.

D, v.2

I don’t know exactly what I want to say.

But I know, your silence makes me like you even more. There’s something in you that makes me want to know you even better, that makes me want to take care of you…

…so please let me.

D.

your silence makes me like you more. :D

Just a Thought.

Because of an incident yesterday, I realized I could be reaaaally slow in understanding messages.