i remember when i joined the pop dance competition way back into my junior years. well, it was actually my first dance competition, aside from cheerdance and folk dance, for school officers are banned to join such competitions. anyways, the title of the dance is "push it" by corbin bleu. as we danced as wild as we could, the only thing that was being puffed on my mind is the fact that we need to dance because it's the only time that we seemed to be less knotty. but, i guess, that ideology was mine and i don't have any idea about what they [my co-dancers kuno :)] think about. and we won the said contest, made the school's last song syndrome, popularized the figure/step.

i guess, you're wondering why i'm in the blogging mode [bragging mode] about that. but it's not like that. i really don't care at all about winning and dancing, but what provoked me to write now is the lyric or line from our contest piece. it says that, "push it. push it to the limit."

i'm currently enrolled in a 5-year course and i'll have to label it because it has a label. toinkx. mkay. so i'm taking up bachelor of science in chemical engineering - an unexpected degree. i've always dreamt of counting paper bills in banks abroad or sitting on an airconditioned office while waiting for someone to approach me and ask me about notarization process. i was admitted in bachelor of arts in political science and i was planning ahead of time to switch to bs accountancy. then, here comes the evil scholarship who ruined the plans of great grandpa eduardo. my interests were not accredited by the scholarship and so i have to be divulged into something to avail it. *sighs. but i believe that somehow i'm destined to love chem eng. it's a mystery and i have to figure it out.

i really hate chemistry. i used to hide my face and my ears in thick books while our chem teacher who was named miley cyrus though she was named after a chemical substance [the hell we care. peace out maam. :)] is in the bridge of her boring concert. i failed also in the eight essential amino acid exams and i just don't find myself within it. but she [our teacher] was one of the reasons why i commit an educational suicide, i didn't choose any fields because i was inspired by the fact that she graduated holding a degree in bs mathematics but she went to school again and studied chemistry. and looking her now, apart from seeing her with whipped chalks on her hair, she is now on her dissertation for her doctorals. see, i can be like her someday if i'll learn to love what i'm holding and taking what is just being served as of the moment.

hmmp. i'm really pushing myself into the limit. after educational suicide, i'm now into social suicide. what would you expect from a promdi in an activist-filled, center of excellence university?? oh God. take my life. just jesting. nywei, i'm not just enrolled in a wrong degree, i'm also enrolled in the wrong school. not that i don't like UP, it was my dream school after all. take note "was". continuation: it feels like it's intimidating and be it. don't drop the fact that you're not solely existing. stepping on the grounds of the great oblation statuesque, is a great decision, i guess. but i had to make a choice and i just did. and i figured out that it would be the best if i won't turn my back. this is the point of no return, i have to swallow my fears. haha. btw, it's an odd feeling, how i hate being here but loving to be labeled as an "isko". it's really a strike. a nerve-cracking one. it just keeps on repeating inside my head like an 'injured' cd - university of the philippines [visayas], one of the homes of the chosen ones. oha.

so now, it turned out that the stuff i hated most, the school i used to dream converges in a single jiffy. i guess this is the so-called karma and i have to love it by hook or by crook. this is not pushing myself into my boundaries, this is discovering that what i thought as my limit is not a limit after all, that i'm not capsulized. for it is the time when we learn to face what we fear most or what we hate most that we know what are ourselves really made of. i'm a bit scared about what lies ahead. i'm hesitant though i'm so desperate. how frustrating!

i'll have to update this site about my current college status, about what i'm into, about what i have to do, about college life itself. that's all for now.

"no matter what i do, what i say, what i believe, i'm bankrupt without love."

i'm planning to order [planning pa lang naman, i might change my mind]. help me naman.

uhm, from sindikatoinc.multiply.com

gusto mo rin buh? astig hindi ba??

my first speech in UP Visayas.

Good morning.

At this moment, we, the newest set of Iskolar ng Bayan are taking a major switch from our dramatic world of high school to the action-packed, reality-oriented portals of college. College is just a place somewhere in the world. It may look like it’s your world or maybe it’s nothing like it. But, if you’ll look closer, you might see someone like you, someone trying to find his way, his place, and his self. It could be a replica of what you thought of yourself. But whatever it is that we are seeking here in the country’s premiere university, we should instill on our mind that we are here not just to taste what college is but also to take a part of what is it.

For me, being in the University of the Philippines Visayas is both a boon and a bane. Boon, for we are the so-called chosen ones and bane, for the expectations are really stressing us out. It’s absurd to imagine that out of the thousand students who took entrance examination, we are hardly any in here to face the more challenging yet fulfilling college life. This is the real thing and we should make the most of our stay here. We, the freshmen, came from different walks of life. Some are jocks, some are badly intelligent. Some are high school prom queens and kings; others didn’t even go to their school prom. There are loners and there are friend magnets. But I guess, the university doesn’t care much about who we are and who we probably used to be. They are much aware and concerned about who are we going to be years from now and so we should let go of our identity. We can never sail far if we won’t lose the sight of the shore. Anyway, one thing to admire in UP is their capacity to mold our future. When it comes to quality education, there’s nothing to more to ask from this university. What you see is what you get. And I’m sure that our parents made a good investment by sending us here.

Most of us freshmen are still on that homesick mode. Initial feeling, right? After almost 16 years in our comfort zone, we are now brought to unfamiliar grounds and we struggle to cope. But this is our home for the rest of our days in college; we shouldn’t feel ill at ease and tongue-tied. Friends are here to make our stay worthwhile so we’ll have to see them starting today.

Apart from that, we can count on two groups – the first is the upper class. They were right here before and so they can lead and guide us; maybe to the right, where I guess there’s nothing left or probably to the left, where there’s nothing right. We’ve met some on our orientation, and as observed, they let us feel that we are welcome here and we are part of the university. And that’s a good thing to look forward to. Some are familiar to us way back in high school, others are just popular enough that we used to know them by their names, by their faces; nevertheless, there are still lots of faces here we are about to bump along the campus and we should feel free to befriend them. The second group is the university’s personnel, faculty and staffs, it’s early to tell what they look like or what they can do or what they are about to do to us. But I’m quite sure of two things; first, they can really help us, not just in our studies but also on how we will live our life here. Second, I know they’re good because if they’re not, then they’re probably better or the best.

We have so many things to anticipate but let me just share my expectations which some of you expects too. Aside form terrific and stunning teachers, peaceful and conducive place to learn, mile walk from building to the next building, rallies and expressive forums, certified UP activities like the oblation run, meeting new friends, aside from what we are expecting most, we should expect the unexpected. This is UP, and everything is possible.

Finally, I want to end this talk with an inspiring quote from Shakespeare. It says that, “There’s a tide in the affairs of men, which taken on to flood leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage in their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea, we are now afloat and we must take the current when it serves or lose our ventures.” It means that life is too short and opportunities are rare. We have to be vigilant in order to look after them. By this, I mean not only to the opportunities to succeed but the chance to laugh and see the enchanting world. Let’s take every step because time passes us all by one.

We are thankful to the University for their hospitability and the warm welcome they afforded us. It’s nice for us, the freshmen, to feel that we are actually here and we are part of the UP community.

I guess that’s all I can offer. Thank you. Good day and see you when I see you.

1:21 am na pero ang inyong lingkod ay hindi pa rin natutulog.

mukhang pinapagod ang sarili sa kakababad sa magdamagang internet na parang hindi siya nakapaglog-in sa talambuhay niya. pero hayaan na natin si lolo dahil masyado siyang problemado; problemado nga ba siya? o gumamagawa lang siya ng sarili niyang problema? sinong nakakaalam kung ano ang takbo ng kanyang pag-iisip? pero isa lang siguro ang dahilan kung bakit halos ganito siya buong linggo at kung ano man yun, 'believe it or not, just drop it. prying kills a cat, and i hope you're not'. seh. napaenglish ang gago.^^

sa kasalukuyan, maihahambing ko ang aking sarili sa hayden-katrina scandal, o sa a(h1n1), or sa con-ass [or cha-cha wateyber thing na yan]. bakit? pareho kaming may mga isyu. siyempre iba-iba. sa akin, pansarili lamang at hindi yung tipo na ikayayamot ng sambayanan dahil sa pagkalat nito na parang sirang plaka. haha. at ang kaibahan? aside sa parehong nagmula sa mga baboy ang tatlo. haha. [enough. baka masampahan na ako ng kaso sa pinagsusulat ko. feeling:)]. anyway, liban doon. di hamak naman na mas madali itong lutasin. well, ihalintulad natin sa isang algebraic problem, specifically yung kinkailangan ng quadratic formula. unang tingin parang ang hirap, pero madali lang siya yun nga lang masyadong marami ka pang dapat na isolve, dapat unahin para magtapos ka sa tamang sagot [aba, mathematician-wannabe ata.]. at oo, matagal. that's the difference between "hard" and "rigorous" or "exhausting" [at nagyon, parang expert sa linguistics.].

ano nga ba ang problema? ok, magbibigay ako ng sitwasyon. iinom ka ng "wine", ano ang uunahin mo - ang alak o ang yelo? hindi mo pwedeng pagsabayin kasi, dadalawa lang ang kamay mo eh. so kailangan mong pumili, pwede mong unahin ang yelo, tapos isunod ang alak. pwede rin na baliktad. pero ang punto, dapat mayroon kang unahin. sa kaso ko, pwede kong unahin ang alak kaso mukhang useless na siya kasi, unti-unti nang matutunaw ang yelo sa ice bucket o sa kamay ko. kaya ito ang inuuna ko sa ngayon. kasi ang alak, nasa bote naman yan kung talagang paro sayo, diba? di naman yan mawawala. unless, nakawin ng iba or worst, inumin ng iba. pero, siguro nga, hindi kasing dali ng kuwento ng alak at yelo ang kuwento ko. ito ay binubuo ng mga taong mahal ko, ng mga pangarap ko, ng sarili ko.

at sa totoo lang, nasasaktan ako. kasi walang gustong umintindi ng desisyon ko. na kasalanan ko kasi pwede naman ding ipagsabay. well, ikaw siguro makakaya mo, pero ako ay hindi ikaw at ikaw ay kailanma'y hindi magiging ako. nakakapagdagdag lang sa pasanin ko ang mga impresyon na sa katunayan ay hindi ko naman dapat pinapansin pero heto pa rin kasi ako, tao - napapagalaw rin ng emosyon. balang araw, makikita rin nila siguro ang punto ko. but i'm not closing doors to the fact that i might be the one who chose the wrong path. anyways, sinasabi ng ilan na "hindi ko raw siya mahal", bakit, ano bang alam nila sa pagmamahal at isusumbat nila sa akin ang mga katagang iyan? nararamdaman ba nila ang nararamdaman ko sa tuwing kasama ko siya at kapag wala siya? naririnig ba nila ang bawat tibok ng puso kong kumakalabog pagnakikita ko siya? nakikita ba nila ang saya kapag kausap ko siya? kung oo, alam mo bang naging buhay ko na rin siya? kung hindi naman, shut up ka na lang. pls. at ang epal mo para sabihin na sana hindi ko na lang sana inumpisahan para walang masaktan. bakit sino ka ba, ha? sino ka para diktahan ako, kung ano ang iisipin ko? kung ano ang itatakbo ng kuwento ko? kung ano ang dapat kung maramdaman? "palagi ka kasing nakatitig sa mga bagay na gusto mong tingnan, bakit di mo kaya subukang pakinggan ang mga katagang hindi mo pa napapakinggan at mas lalong hindi mo pa nakita? baka sakaling malaman mo kung ano ang dapat mong maramdaman."

at ikaw naman, hindi na ako magsasayang ng load ko para ipaliwanag sa iyo ang lahat. hindi na rin kita kukulitin sa ym at sa friendster. hindi na rin ako magtetext sa cellphone mo, hindi na ako magpaparamdam. pagod na rin siguro ang gagong 'to sa kakahabol sa iyo para makipag-usap. kung ayaw mo, eh di wag. tapos ang kuwento. pero tandaan mo lang sana, na hindi ako nagbago ng pakiramdam, may kinakailangan lang akong unahin. at marahil nga tama ako sa naging desisyon ko, kasi ngayon pa lang, nakikita ko na walang tao na makakapagtimpi sa kung paano ko pinapapagalaw ang mundo ko. at wag mong sabihin na hindi kita minahal dahil sa totoo lang, *wag na lang siguro. wala din naman akong maipagyayabang bilang katibayan baka mapahiya pa ako.

pero hindi naman ako ikaw. marahil nga ay nasaktan kita, at mas marami akong intindihin sa iyo.

haay. nawalan na ako ng naiisip.
masyadong gabi na. aiie. toinkx.
umaga na pala. haha.
manonood ata kami maya-maya sa OWL ng sunrise.
OWL is Ocean Wet Laboratory. [tama ba?]
may dagat kasi doon.
nywei. gutom na ako ngayon.
pringles and fit n right for breakfast.
nagkakahawaan na rin dito ng flu at fever.
next victim ata ako. haha.
paano ba yan?
mukhang inaantok na ako uh.
goodnight na lang :]

but while reading this, just listen and put in the comment box the english line on the track currently playing.

the white starlight wraps around my tears

my tears fall against the warm breeze

can you feel it?

the quiet trembling for you.

i draw you on white paper

your warm smile envelopes me is this love?

i see you even when I close my eyes.

i will be waiting for you

i will wait for you

i wont show my tears any longer

you let me know about this false love

i wont let go because it's you.

i'm walking through our memories

tears well up in my heart

what should I do?

i even long for you in my dreams.

i will be waiting for you

i will wait for you

i wont show my tears any longer

you let me know about this false love

i wont let go because it's you.

look at me like the stars in the sky

can't you be the one in my heart.

i will be waiting for you

i will wait for you

i wont show my tears any longer

you let me know about this false love

i wont let go because its you.

•are you a carrot? an egg? or a coffee bean?

in our study improvement session, still at dost summer orientation and enrichment program, we are asked first if how well do we know ourselves. and then, she asked everyone else if fate favors us to be a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean, what would we be and why?

then she showed up a presentation. we read it and i’ll share with you what have i learned from the session.

a young girl asked her father what’s the difference between people. her father had her at the table then he pick a casserole and put it on fire. he then pour a boiling water into the casserole and one by one lay into it the carrot, the egg and the coffee bean. he told her daughter to cover the casserole and be back after sixty minutes.

twenty minutes had passed and the daughter asked her father what does it means. the father replied – haven’t you noticed the changes? these three will characterize the difference between people. they were all put into the same instance, same adversity, same temperature and same boiling water. the carrot turned squashy and spongy. the egg seemed to break its shell and became a hard-boiled egg. the coffee bean vanished but it is still there, the aroma, the color and it turned the boiling water into a coffee.

the young girl was curious and retorted – so? does that makes people differ father? i mean, what would the carrot and the egg and the coffee bean have to do with people? is it what they eat most? or what they prefer to it?

the father reacted – no, dear. the carrot, the egg and the coffee bean are the people. life comes at us rushing from out of the darkness and when it does, we struggle to find the courage to face it. it is when we are in test we discover truly who are we and find out who can we be.

are you a carrot?

- the ones who seemed to be so strong, well-built and sturdy but once tested and put into life’s difficulty will drastically turned into yielding ones. these are the ones who pretend to be enormous, as if no one could ever defeat them and put them down but they are just dead serious fooling their selves knowing that they are just pretending. they are easily worn out and let the challenges make them weak.

are you an egg?

-the ones who seemed to be on their comfort zone, the weaklings and the soft-hearted but when examined into massive harsh conditions would find out that they can be as strong as anyone else and come up beyond their shells. these are the fragile ones, they are always put into test. people look at them as scrawny and unable to fight for their selves. but when you reach their boiling point, they will suddenly evolve into someone afar from every expectation. they learn to fight back when they have to.

or are you a coffee bean?

-the kind of persons that would change the adversity as something that could be a part of them, that would be positive and look every difficulty as a form of ordeal to make them stunning. these are the ones who are capable of changing the world. they have the solutions to make things better when they are tested. they don’t fight back, they just let the disputation pass by and be who they are until such disputation become its strength.

if i’ll ask you now, what would you be – a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

•why do you exist?

i was very anxious of what am i going to answer in this question after it was asked on our English class in dost. i told everyone that i exist because i think. i think of God and so i exist because He wants me to exist and He wants me to think of Him. i sat down and tossed down a couple of air. i was into my ceiling and i just conversed of what i’m thinking of as of that moment. i was vague of my own existence and i guess that is totally right – not that i don’t exist because God wants me to, but there is really something wrong about how i look at my existence. i was a bit hysterical, confused and hazy later on that day until i realized things i should have mentioned that day.

i exist because i want to exist, aside from the fact that God wants me to. i exist because that would only be the greatest thing i could ever do for everyone – to be there when they suddenly realize that they need me right then. i really don’t have any idea why do i have to exist but all i know is i want to exist.

i fear that someday i would be asked by the same question and i’ll have to put a question mark on my hand and spank it to my head. i am uncertain of what lies ahead. the future is skewed, it changes as seconds pass by. who knows that i exist to assassinate someone? it’s a bit too early, i guess, to tell that i exist for this definite reason. i don’t want to be embarrassed someday in front of all eyes in the judgment day and looking back to the day i answered the issue of why do i exist, i’ll have to ask myself – what the fcuk have i done to myself?

all i know is i want to exist for me to find out what my existence is bound for.

i missed the old days. ;[

so today is may 11, 2009. and you might have forgotten me for a while. but that’s a good thing though, seeing you happy, almost perfect, less problematic of our situation. well, what do i have to say? uhm. i know this day would be great if you’ll just let me out of your mind for a while. so can i ask you a favor? please get me out of your head.

that sounds rude, right. as if i’m very confident. but i know that i’ve been freaking out lately. i’ve been so callous and irresistible about the two of us. it’s just that i don’t want you to miss me more, for you to ask me to be at your side everytime you need me or want to talk to me. coz if you keep on being that, hell, i’ll cross the seas and skies just to be there. i don’t want you to suffer coz that makes twice the impair for me. i don’t want you to solely rely on the two of us for the mean time. i love to hear those words – that you miss me, on how you wish i could be there today, and i love to say that i miss you too and how i badly want to be there too. but that’s the saddest part of all, those words that we love much just impair us, just make us weak, just make us bear the ache. and i don’t want that to happen. i don’t want to spoil every moment of our lives. i want to make you happy coz seeing you that makes me happy too, even if it would mean that i should sacrifice a part of what i really want – you. it’s like that the more you are in contact with the one you love, the more it becomes concealed.

people leave. they leave for one day they’ll have to come back. i don’t want to leave you coz it tears me up inside. but i have to. i want you to be strong coz you’re my strength after all. just keep the faith burning. i’ve had the whiff of you in my head, and i guess it will probably be there forever. but like the aromas of every perfumes, it grows fainter as time goes by unless you have it once again. i’ve grown incredibly and startlingly desensitized, and if i’m away from you for a jiffy, i’ll have to let pass the scent. that will be harder. love never fades, it’s the complications that ruins the whole story. but if you’ll look at it anyway, love is still the way it was. Shakespeare wrote that love is not love which alters when it finds alteration. it’s constant. i hope we are, too.

maybe, i’m just too scared to admit that i don’t want to lose you. i don’t want you to grow tired of loving me but i don’t want you also to suffer the consequences of loving me. let’s stop bothering about tomorrow, let’s enjoy and make the best out of what we have today. i can wait forever. and i’ll have to do my best for you to stay.

hmp. it’s been so yesterday. yesterday, we both held each other’s hand. yesterday, we kept on talking about how good the life God has given us. yesterday, we shared our problems and worries, comfort each other, cry on the phone, and laugh at it. it seems to be yesterday, when i first and lastly kissed your cheeks; when i cried because i wasn’t your first dance at my last acquaintance party; when i was happy seeing you dancing on your first and my last prom; when we showed off that jack shirt on the recent high school day; when we first talked about our status, my third year rejoicing intramurals; when you recorded a song which used to be my ring tone; when you cried for gastric ulcer when we’re in kidapawan city and how much i want to help you but i can’t; when we last cuddled each other’s presence. all seems to be just the day before today.

and in all of those days, i forget to ask myself, who are you?

it sucked that the only thing i know is i love you.

on this day onward, i’ll have to little by little figure out everything about you, aside from the fact that you really like green, that you love to see white flowers (natural and not artificial like soap flowers ;]), that you’re into photography, that you sleep at research bio or environmental science class and wake up when sir valdez asks you to, that you hate people tease you that you speak like a child even if that’s quite true, that you love mr. bean and had memorized all the scenes – live or animated series, that you’re into secondhand serenade’s awake and your call, that you want a crocs, that you want a lens for your digital camera, that you love to play guitar, that you had a great crush with piolo pascual and now with john lloyd cruz, that your favorite subject is values because you’re good at it, that you love dancing but you’re afraid to admit it, that you had a great singing talent like your sister, that you are more beautiful with straight hair, green skinny jeans and tee shirts, that you can’t sleep at night because you love to sleep at daytime, that you hate the SBO governor s.y 2008-2009, that you like Korean, that you loved spring waltz (i don’t know if you still love it), that you love to share chocolates with your friends, that you love to fool me and anyone else, that you’re not allowed to have a boyfriend, that you’re hard-headed because you disobey your parents for that rule, that you can’t cross four-lane streets without someone to help you, that you hate being alone, that you had a good penmanship like an architect, that you love bags courtesy of hmmn inc., that you love your green bag, that you hate math, that you see a mirror everytime you want to cry just to avoid it, that your phone billed more than 3k these late months, and what else? that you love me. lolx.

there’s a lot to be discovered and it will take me years to finally complete your puzzled personality. you’re a mystery and that’s much for me to contain.

on this day, i wish you all the best that you could probably ever have – good relationship with God, your family and to everyone else. i want you to take good care of yourself, don’t skip meals even though you feel like you’re full. i wish that you’ll be a successful individual someday, that you’ll soar up high and people would be proud of you. i want you to make good of your grades on your final year, and at the same time enjoy the company of your friends. i want you to be happy and live your life to the fullest – grab every opportunity that would make you better and give your best like it would be the last. i wish that may all of your dreams be granted.


i love you and that’s the way it is. i love you and i guess i will always. no matter what i say, what i believe, and what i do, i’m bankrupt without love for only three things continue forever – faith, hope and love and the greatest of these is love. loving you always leaves a legacy.

there are no shortcuts to maturity. everything takes time.





ps. pakikuha na lang kay hani ang simple gift ko. it speaks a lot bout who you are. i hope you’ll like it. i’m sorry i have to give it via courier. i wish i could personally greet you a happy natal day. mwuah. ;[

Victor Hugo wrote in Les Miserables – “He who does not weep, does not see.”

Well, this is not about sobbing for having bumbling homesick right now. Neither that I need extra money or any requirements in school, that’s why I happened to be so blogging in this jiffy. I presuppose that you almost forget what the day today is, or what’s the hurry to celebrate, or else you might be reading this tomorrow (Monday on your office if your internet connection is not sabotaged). I mean, seeing you in your office, sinking in ledgers, or drowned to keeping cash not belonging to either the two of us or even the family, or just seeing your nerves and veins as you reprimand them (since i’m here, i’m guaranteed to be excempted) on their wrong deeds and act, would you still bother to look at your calendar anyway?

Mkay. Today is the day for the superwoman – oops! I forgot that you don’t wear undies outside your clothes like wonderwoman or darna, so that won’t make you superman anyway. LOL :] (laughing out loud yan.). But though you can’t qualify for the superhero mom/nanay thing, you’ll surely be my wondermom and the best nanay that i could ever have. Saying this includes the package deal – the nagging moments, alarm clock voice first hour in the morning and unreasonable litanies. But nanay would always be like you, just caring though it seems to be hovering. Like any other nanay, you always look after the best of what we could ever be and the best that we could ever have. But unlike them, aside having you own friendster account, you always try to see to it that we are on the proper positions to look after ourselves. Independence, after all, is the greatest thing for us teens but it stills means nothing without you. And i’m quite sure that you never lacked proverbs and quotations for us to be better individuals. Sometimes, you feel like we don’t really care or listen at all to what you’re saying, but i tell you, i’ve even memorized your lines. I’m on my own right know but that doesn’t mean that I don’t need you and tatay. If fate favors me one day to have a single day with another nanay, I would never ever have a second-thought of declining the offer, coz you will always be the best nanay ever, by hook or by crook, for better or for worse.

So at this point, I want you to hear (I mean, read) 8 letters. 8 letters and this would be over.

First, t-h-a-n-k-y-o-u, for everything you did for people to see me this good, and I’m proud to say that I have the better view of the world for I am standing in the shoulders of the giants (that’s you, tatay and God). This word is too short to contain all I’m about to say but just allow me to gratify all your sacrifices and hardworks, for providing us our daily needs though the world seems to be playful of that, because they deserve a worthy thank you.

Second, i-a-m-s-o-r-r-y. I just want to apologize for my shortcomings, back fighting, and answering in an improper way, for causing you too much pain and too much disturbance. Aside from that, I know I’ve committed lots of mistakes that failed your expectations, but there you are again, right there when i needed you the most and when the world turns their crying shoulders.

Last is i-l-o-v-e-y-o-u. Though it took so long for you to hear (read nga pala.) this phrase, this would always be the best word for the best nanay. I might not be vocal about this but I’m not insensitive about it.

Life is too short, you should enjoy it. Think as much as you can of yourself for thinking now is not thinking always.

BTW (that’s by the way.) you’re doing great with your son named ‘edwin’. ^^

Happy mother’s day!

cuddles and smooches,
eduardo latino.

ps: codename ko na nay. basi isipon mo nga drama lang ni. pero tuod guid ni ya. pati lang baya. halong lang kamo dira kay ginapray taman kamu diri. God bless our family.

ps-to the second power: keep this letter to yourself.♥