Biting my Own Tongue: A Realization

I was browsing through my old posts when it dawned on me how my blog posts revolved on only one subject. I just realized that most of my posts before were directed to only one subject matter.

"Trust and men are two words that don't belong in a sentence together." I can still remember how I despised this somebody when I wrote this post. I was still enraged during that time when I wrote this.

"A Stupe on Her Gaffes" was written after I repeatedly did something that I consider horrible. That was indeed a stupid mistake. To recall my words...- "I have done the most horrible thing on earth! And..., not only did I do it once.... Can you believe it? I made the same mistake twice. Okey..., probably it isn't the most horrifying thing in the planet, but for me it was! I don't even want to think about it, because everytime I do, I feel mortified with myself. Now, I always ask myself what came into me that I let two perverts fool me... Whoa..., maybe I was just being a real stupe! Poor me... tsk.. tsk... tsk..." Well, at least I realized my own stupidity (*wink)

Then came the controversial Untitled posts. It was like a series actually. "How many times do I still have to lie?" I asked on the first series. "Why did he choose to love her?", goes the drama on the second. Then, the sad realization on the final part: "But I would rather live with my gazillions of "what ifs", than to discern the reality that could hurt me twice as much."

I also wrote him a letter here. "How can I believe you when you were so inconsistent right from the start?", I was shouting then. (*sigh)

So many things have happened, that until now I cannot just think why I still favored this person, despite everything. People around me are very curious of how sudden things may have been. Well, for them, things have been sudden, but the truth is, this rooted way, way back. There came a time when things seemed okay between us, but both of us still can't handle the consequences that are about to arise, so we both decided to stop. I was able to write this poem after all those disappointments.

Maybe it was really planned to be like that. Because no matter how hard I tried to push away whatever I think should be forgotten, there and THERE would always be an incident that would keep us together. I was about to leave things behind when I wrote this post. I once wrote this: "I knew it! I was certain of it! And now, I am trying to be definite about it. No more turning back, Janj. No more turning to the wrong path. This is one of those things that I really have to face no matter how shameful and appalling it may be. Then I guess, I just have to cope with it. I cannot turn back the time. If only I could, I will never hesitate to do so. I will never be shilly-shally to change my ways or correct my wrongdoings. I've had enough and that should be it. No more additions to it. I have been certain but I've also been frail and stupid to let skewed things be. I am now officially putting a period to it all. And this time, by all means, it's indubitable."

I just laughed out loud when I read again this post. I almost forgot how I set standards and all for men. From voice to toes, hair to hands, and even scent... Then I realized, he never fits among these standards. In fact, he is the total opposite. Biting my own tongue again... (*sigh)

Never did I thought that this time would ever come. I mean, after everything...? He kept on bugging me again, and this time he is determined to win me back. Another untitled post was made, expressing my uncertainties and doubts. The "dark alley" there is actually my "going back to him". I did not know what was about to come up, but still, "With strong determination, I bravely walk to the dark alley, not knowing the danger that awaits me... not minding the admonitions that I hearken. Ahead is unknown... it is an enigma that will only be unveiled through time and reason. Ahead lie the answers, the truth, the key to the mystery."

It was like a roller coaster ride. Eventually, this thing just happened. It even caught me off-guard. I wasn't really expecting that history will just repeat itself. Everything can be traced back in this blog, after all. Other people may have been surprised, but those who are always around me knew ever since. THIS STORY WAS NEVER A SUDDEN SWIFT... ONLY HISTORY REPEATING ITSELF. Errr.... I am hoping for a different ending this time. (*wink)

"Tinuod...?"

Geezz... I guess my previous post has indeed caused a little hullabaloo in this side of the net, and well, stirred up the minds of the people concerned (err.., the people who let themselves be concerned).

I often hear some of my colleagues asking my friends, "tinuod?". And my ever-loyal buddies would just shrug and say "ambot.." or "huh? Duh,... etchuzz ra gud.." I just shake my head and laugh at all these. Whew! So, is this really the price of being famous? LOL...

Well, before anybody show to me their raised eyebrows and ask me nonsense, let me make things clear. Whatever ensued in my personal life now, happened because of a reason. And never did I break my own rule. Before I made this controversial decision, I made sure that I wouldn't be stuck in the middle of a mess (read: something has been done to make things proper- and leaving is one).

I won't elaborate on that. But, if you're curious enough, ask me and I'll decide whether you are really worth my confidence.

Whoa! I guess I've said enough. Vacation is almost over, and I am enjoying every little bit of it. This is actually my first vacation spent outside of Holy Child and hopefully, this would be my last summer vacation as a college student. I cannot believe how I've survived those summer vacations working and not hanging out with friends. That is why, I am trying to make this vacation worthwhile and truly memorable. Although I have to frequently visit the office and do my obligations, I still find time to enjoy and hang out with my buddies.

My late afternoons are scheduled, and so do my weekends. Nan! And I am planning to visit my hometown, Mabinay, or go on a trip to Siquijor before the enrollment (which marks the start of the Yearbook 2010 production) starts. How I really wish, I could go.

And for those who are still asking, "TINU-OD?". Harhar... Wag ka nah...! Wag kang jar...!

Me and You

Is this fate or mere coincidence?
Is this for real or falsehood again?
Is this the right thing or we just don’t know what we’re doing?
Questions seem to be endless,
Uncertainties make me restless.
Should we? Should I?

May those things that we’ve gone through
Be our ultimate guide as we go
Nothing is certain, you know
But as long as there is love, we’ll make it through.
We don’t know what lies ahead,
What would become of us is uncertain
Still, amidst all these indecisions,
Only one thing matters,
That, right now, there is me and you.

Very First Shot and Pet Society Invasion

It was April 16, 2008, 9:26 pm when I had my very first time drinking something other than fit n right, softdrink, and water. Uh-huh... I had my very first sip of RH.

It was Bea who handed me a glass with a quarter full of beer, and because it was her special day, though hesitant, I still opted to take the glass. Urgh! I had to close my eyes and try not to smell the "beer-y" smell of the liquid before I drew the glass close to my mouth. I just couldn't help but grimace at its taste, and worse, at letting it flow through my system. Bea then gave me a reassuring hug, thanking me over and over because she thought it was the sweetest gesture someone like me could ever give to a friend.

My friends are considerate enough to give me just a little amount everytime they pass the glass on to me. They even marked the glass (with my name on it) to give me just enough for one gulp.

Anyway, the rest of the night was spent joking around, laughing, and picture-taking. Oh, I suddenly remember how we we woke up at around two in the morning and laughed at no particular reason at all. We just laughed and laughed until we got tired and went back to sleep, trying to fit ourselves on the couch at ARCKE. That was indeed, one heck of a night.



On the other hand, the Pylonites + the ARCKEians seem to be dominating Facebook this time. It's bye-bye time to Friendster now (uh-owh), as we found FB more fun. One of the contributing factor for this is the Pet Society craze. Whew! We're, like, back to being grade school-ers again.

Here's my cute, little Whabbie:


With Puhleez at Puhleez's place:


With Ed's Mr. Bean at his home:


With Jhet's Shoeshine:


Aren't they just adorable? I wonder if we could have a group picture with all of my friends at the society? Hmmnn...

Ironies....

Have you been in a crazy situation when you just don't seem to know if you are really happy with what's going on in your life or you are just pretending to be? When you don't know if you're doing the right thing, because you don't even know what's right or wrong in the first place? When you are not sure if the situation has changed you or you changed yourself because of the situation?

Whew! I think I just let myself get caught in this helluva situation. (*sigh)

Did I just realize how a kurg I have been? I am always seen as somebody who should be looked up on but nobody has yet seen the many flaws in me that I've been struggling to conceal. Nobody has dared to rip me open to see the very core of my existence, because I haven't even done it myself. Nobody has ever known the real me, simply because I never allow them.

I have been a great confidante, a good listener to my friends. Everybody comes and shares all their problems to me, but nobody really knows mine.

Maybe, it's just the reality. The very people who are very trusted are also the people who are never trusting.

How ironic life is...

Photo by ~shway--dude of DeviantArt...

Holy Week Escapades...

We started it with a Palm Sunday night swimming, then a Holy Monday beach reel, and then a Holy Wednesday and Maundy Thursday "house hibernation" and photography adventure. Had it not been because of financial constraints, we could have went directly to my hometown, Mabinay, to spend the Good Friday and Black Saturday there. And so, because, I ran out of "dada" (read: money), I decided to stay home and finish reading "The Divine Secrets of the Yaya Sisterhood."

Whatta week, indeed. Well, I was just enjoying the long holiday because I need to get back to work on Monday (sigh). I've composed quite a number of blogger stuffs (including a continuation of that "walking in the dark" post), but I wasn't able to bring my little journal with me. So, I will be posting those next time.

Here are some pictures from my Holy Week escapades (I wasn't able to get some from the Tanjay adventure):












Now, I'm conserving energy again for the Summer Workshops...:-(