Crazy, Cozy Words

ft. a lot of noteable people, but mostly, you. ready your tears, I guess? 😅 Sorry I couldn't write you a real letter this time, bud. My schedule is too tight for me to plug you in. I'll make it up to you for the rest of the school year, I promise. Yet, you owe me. A meetup, a video call, and an ice cream. Or maybe never mind, I'm sure you wouldn't make the same effort I keep on doing, so, carry on. But I won't go there. I won't.. I am so, so, sorry ☹ I was the reason why you lost most of your friends within a blink of an eye. It's my fault. Trust me, we'll make a way to keep you close to people you could trust. Your friends will be there for you, I promise... They got your back while I'm not the one who's around for you. I too, am sorry for not trying to have your back despite you losing your friends. I didn't know what to do. To be honest, I didn't know that time if I should still love you but as it turned out that night, I w...

BRAIN TRAIN BLOG! Yayayay actually this blog would originally be in my Twitter rant account: debidrants. Pa-follow HAHAHA jk don't, puro galit nandito. Or maybe not, I'm not sure. HAHA just don't ;)) Anyway: onto the blog! *teachers would be named after their aliases. The first day started off with my favorite subject in Senior High School: CHEMISTRY (as in, peyborit ko talaga yan) so Ma'am EG set the tone for the whole journey, she gave the class the light mood, and ofc, there should've been smiles all around. She was a hyped teacher. Right after our first subject ever at Brain Train, we finally proceeded with the formal Introduction spearheaded by Sir CJ . He was one of the most joyful teachers in the center, sharing stories of his when he was at UP, and ofc giving us laughs throughout the review. Before introducing himself, he asked us to go first. Was it really necessary to introduce yourself to a class you'll only att...

"😁" "Uy, hello..! 😃" Alright, maybe this post is probably a little dramatic than usual. Though I usually make posts that actually have something between the lines, I still try to prove a point as I finish the paragraphs. This one probably wouldn't prove a point, as if, this is just a story. Yes, this is just a story. Remember when you said: " A piece of the world was only mine; a nd then I said I wanted more", what if the only thing in the world took more of you rather than give more of you? This story lasted 8 months. The story began the most millenial way possible. Guy finds a girl, girl finds a guy, they meet, they talk. Simple. The beginning isn't usually hard, rather it's just where the difficulty of the remaining parts would depend on. A good beginning means a good end. Nope, not all the time. For sure, this story started with the guy and the girl talking and meeting. The guy perhaps makes his first move, trying to impress the gi...

Oh, this school year. Many consider the end as "one hell of a ride". Others would call it a "long journey", or "a wild adventure". I for myself, can't deny the fact that what they say is true. It has been one hell of a ride, a long journey, and a wild adventure. I met new people along the way, and even until now, thinking of them kind of put the thought in my mind that these guys have been special to me along the way. I won't get too dramatic, but I'll keep the message true. People usually expect that the part where a group you've belonged in for a long time become dear to you by the time you say goodbye to them, yet it is also sad to know that after those goodbyes, time will pass and eventually it'd feel like they never existed in your life, heck, even in that year. Us humans change our emotions drastically due to time, that's why time would always take the pain in our hearts away. These emotions come out because of the little ...

This place actually never really got into my mind until 2016 because it's where one of my best pals, Luis, studies there. I never personally realized that the place was special even if I never stood there . It just struck to me and made me realize that the place already had a special place in my..mind. Not heart, my heart belongs to Don Bosco College. and             So why make a blog about it? It never got to me, but the moment I felt that the school got my attention when someone actually knows about me there, other than Luis. Here's something that happened late 2016, where I actually got engaged to the school for the very first time . Warning: cheesy. I saw pictures of a concert of some sort, and Luis was tagged in one of them. I took the time to ask him about the event, and that it actually allowed some outsiders. The problem was the ticket price in order to get in, however. Unlike the regular 200 pesos we spend as an avera...

It's always fun to have classmates with different moods, different attitudes, different mindsets. In my own experience, everyone's been unique. Like, literally, you could differentiate everyone from each other, and actually those differences makes them unique. Let's go! 1. The guy who likes girls with short hair and has glasses. On a side note, it's cute to get a girl who's short as well in that matter. But hey, who am I to judge? Girls could take care of their hair in any way they want to, am I right? Glasses? Just make them wear those fakes or even those glasses without an amount of magnification on them. Perfect , for this guy. *makes french hand kissing shenanigan* 2. The guy who's super smart. Like literally, he's the guy you could trust in all. Your. Damn. Lessons. There's no such lesson, or seatwork, or activity, or quiz, which THAT guy could fail. He's the Einstein in your class. He's a cool guy to be with too, I mean, he c...

August 13, 2017. The Injury It was a normal afternoon. Cloudy. Calm. I was just playing around there, basketball with my close friends. Had my shots thrown and in, they had their moves on, playin'. We played. It was only the four of us on the court. It was all normal, until that one bounce pass thrown at a fast pace. My hand got hit, of course, as I went for the steal. But the positioning was wrong, the fingers were the first ones that got in the way. The pain then struck through my right hand, as I saw how my middle finger had its joint misaligned in the middle. I tried to play, still. But as soon as I realized I couldn't, I had to sit down. I tried to pull the finger to at least re-position the misaligned joint, but it already seemed hard to pull. I asked my friends to pull, yet they couldn't even move it a bit. I panicked. I had to go home as soon as I could, so I can assess how the injury is like. August 18, 2017. The Neglection There was an event at...