“Ano ka? Ano siya? Ano ako? Ano tayo?
Sabi nila’y Pilipino…”

Aion, at naganap ang kalbaryo sa aming section ngayong araw- ang Taunang Sabayang Pagbigkas. Peste, hindi na nga nanalo, naka-strike pa sa dalawang teacher, ang masama, dun sa isa, hindi lang strike, foul pa! Anak ka nga naman ng ano o… Hai, pero sabi nga nila, bawat ‘di kanais-nais na pangyayari ay napapalitan ng kagandahan… Kagandahan? Sekreto…


“Nagsimula sa patext-text lang, sana’y wag magtapos sa patext-text na lang…”

     Aion...  Ibase na natn sa title...  Exam na bukas at ako'y nandito p rin sa alva... hai.  cg aali na ako. 

Hai. I think I’m in like… With whom?

Yesterday morning, I went to San Beda College to watch a play together with my classmates for academic purposes (Do I really have to say that?) The play was entitled Of Masks and Memories and was written by Mel Magno. At first I thought the play was not worth it because our teacher made it as a project for our two subjects! (If you get what I mean…) It was voluntary, of course, but if you can’t watch the play, you’ll have to write a book report about an assigned novel! So, what’s a Mascian to do? Choose the easier.

But what I thought at first was wrong. The play was tremendous. It was great though I can’t relate myself to the story of the main characters, Brent and Julia. I think I can somewhat relate myself to Deborah, childish, has a past love story (though mine is not that dramatic and we weren’t together) and most of all, she loves chocolate (though she’s fat and I’m not.)

The auditorium was better than the auditorium where we watched our Florante at Laura and Ibong Adarna during my fresh and sophomore year. The auditorium of SBC was smaller but cooler, more comfortable and most of all (and the greatest), the audience was just our batch (but we were able to fill up the whole auditorium), so, unlike Florante and Laura play that we watched last year (that we cannot understand well because of the shouts and useless loud conversations of the other students from the other schools), it was clear and I had a great time watching it. We (I and my batchmates) laughed together, we clapped together and we cheer together (maybe because of having the same instinct)… Anf after that, silence once again (though it doesn’t fade in a snap.)

The actors were also magnificent especially Bien, Star and Nickson (Tristan, Julia and Brent.) There was only one problem. Sometimes, the voices of the actors while singing is not clear so we can’t understand some of the lines. I don’t know if it’s because of the sound system or the voice itself. But, oh well… Over all, it’s great… Really great.

The story is about a theatre guild in rehearsal for their play, Romeo and Juliet (so that makes it a play making a play, haha.) The story started when Julia, the Juliet in the guild’s play arrived late for the rehearsal because of her present boyfriend, Tristan. Brent, their good-looking (good-looking, really! Hai) and Julia’s ex-boyfriend for more than three years became angry especially when Tristan interferes with the rehearsal by taking so much time of Julia’s s he asks for her forgiveness. Julia didn’t accept his soryy and instead, they broke up. Tristan threatened Julia and said that she’s his alone.

As the story went on, many masks were taken off and many secrets were revealed causing the formation of many complicated connections. It is true that love is sweeter the second time around, but it can also be deadly.

If you are made to prove someone your great love, but are left to with no alternative but to pick one, what will you choose… to kill or to die?

Alam mo na? May mahal na xa... Di ko to kaya... Walang ya talaga... I hate this night..

.....The day you said good night...

...Sana'y ako na lang xa...

....Nasan ka na?....

.....Wag mong sabihin na di mo nadama itong pag-ibig ko....

...I'm not over with you yet...

I don't wanna be your friend.

Masakit pala talaga kapag iniwan ka ng mahal mo. Hindi ko nga maintindihan kung ano ‘tong nararamdaman ko. Ni sa huling sandali ng pananatili n’ya sa Pilipinas e ‘di ko man lamang s’ya nakita ng personal. Akala mo lablayp noh? Hindi.

Kahapon kasi, umalis na papuntang Canada si Marj. Ang sakit talaga. Ang lungkot. Alam ko may panahon pa para magkita kami, pero ang lungkot lang talaga. Naiiyak na nga ako kahapon e. Tapos peste pa yung guard dun, pinalalayas kami. Although, oo, job nila ‘yun kaso hindi naman kailangan ulit-ulitin e. ‘Yung mukha pa parang ano.

Wala na akong ka-telebabad sa phone. Ala na talaga. Ala na rin yung fanfict book ni Trixia (Nyahaha! Trixia!) Ala na ang mahabang buhok ni Marj na bubungad sa’yo pag nagkita kayo. Ala na. Ala na. Hay. Andrama.

Have you ever felt being forgotten, being out-casted and the all-around suspect? Yes? Well, welcome to my life, dear where you can experience good friends then all of a sudden, a stranger… always around then all of a sudden left out… and most of all, being innocent, the all of a sudden, a killer.
I got this friend whom I share my experiences with. We share great experiences, sad or good, and even the love of our lives. Well, not actually love, I guess his love and my less than love. Then, all of a sudden, no beep, no communication, no anything! We meet along the corridor with my eyes trying to meet his just to say hi! Buthis are not meeting mine. He walks past me (Hello, stranger!) and my life goes on.
I don’t know what I’m feeling right now… It’s as if I’m not a part of them. Do they really want me being with them, or they just got no other choice? Why do they have to go there without me? Why do they have to plan it without informing me? Why? Then one of them will just say ”You’re so late with the issues!” Why, is it my fault that nobody didn’t dare to care in informing me about the “Love Triangle Issue”. The other one said, ”You just don’t understand.” Why, did anyone care to tell me so I can understand the issue? In one nasty moment during that time, I thought, “What if I slash myself from TCB? Will it make a difference? Now, I’m starting not to move on.
You’re always the one who faults, the one who’s wrong and the one that’s black with the sound of Baaa! She lost her pen, it’s your fault; he tripped over, it’s your fault; the computer broke, it’s your fault; there’s a cockroach, it’s your fault; you cooked dinner, you’re lazy; you forgot something, you’re stupid. Anything missing? You’re dead, it’s you’re fault. Life struggles to move on.

I wish I were her
And you are mine
I would be leaping!
My smile is divine.

I wish I were her
The one kissing you,
My teeth will touch your lips
For my joy was brought by you.

I wish I were her
The one beside you now
But I got nothing to do
But to give a failure bow

I wish I were her But I am only me, Loving you as always But not loved by thee.

Oo… Aion nagbalik na siya… Medyo tumaba… Ala lang, gusto ko lang gawing title ung pagbabalik niya.
Ang nagdaang linggon ay napakachallenging. Bakit? Aion, naka-strike lang naman kami sa temper ng dalawa sa aming teachers. Ayokong banggitin ung name. Yung isa e dahil sa group ko at ung isa e dahil sa mga walang assignments. Oh, well, I know, it’s our fault… We’re sorry…
Natutuwa naman ako sa mga nagrereview sa kasalukuyan kong ginagawang fanfict. Gusto niyo bang basahin? Harry-Herm Romance Fanfict siya… No mali iniisip mo… Not R18, R15… Hehehe… Just tag, anyway.
May locker na nga pala ako! Yehey! Ehem.
Hindi na nga pala ako si Robi Rabbit dahil napag-alaman kong hindi pala siya Sanrio character. Aion, si Pochako na ko… Hindi mo ba maintindihan? Sorry….
Aion, next time na naman uli!