What Ended This Thing?

It was raining cats and dogs when I was waiting for a jeep to ride. Several busses passed the slippery road but I think the driver’s were too busy driving seriously to stop for a while and get me in. My feet seemed like statue’s feet standing for a long time in the waiting area. The wind was blowing hard and was directing the rain.
Fortunately in the midst of the rain, a jeep stopped to fetch me. A smile glanced to my face but I was discouraged to ride and to go inside because there were no vacant seats at all. I wasn’t surprised that it would be my first try because of the bad weather, but I was hoping then that someone would offer his seat for me. Expectedly, no one did it.
Among the people starring at me, one stands out for his humility, but not in the way that he would stand to let me have his seat. Instead, he moved and pushed sideward his seatmate to have a little space for me. I tried to smile for a bit of thanks but only a fake smile did it. I was not that thankful because it was just half of my butt uncomfortably sitting. The only thing that’s circling around on my mind was the hope that at least one would get off the jeep, then, there would be more space to sit on.
Looking each of the passengers didn’t take my attention. While having a bad trip, I suddenly looked at my seatmate. This was the thing that I was not doing every time I ride a jeep or bus, to look at my seatmate. I didn’t know what came into my mind to do it. I couldn’t explain the current electricity running through out my body which tickles me when I saw him. He’s the man I have a crush on. What a coincidence that we’re both riding in the same jeep and specially that we’re seatmates.
The jeep stopped at the street corner but I wasn’t ready to know that he’s the one going to get off the jeep. As my wish, it was granted. The driver kept on moving or driving the jeep. When a girl shouted paying her fare, I felt annoyed with her loud voice. Since she was sitting at the end of the jeep, she let the passengers passed her fare over our hands to the driver. Being excited was my feeling when it’s my turn to pass her fare from my hand to your hand, assuming that I was talking to that man. I wish I can tell these things to him. Then I could comfortably talk to him in person.
All of a sudden, the clock had stopped when our hands were to meet. You smiled at me and I starred at you smiling too. My attention was caught by your smile without knowing that the coins I’m passing were falling separately through my fingers. Its sound attracted the passengers’ ears which became their reason to stare at me.
I feel embarrassed and at the same time delighted with the help I received from you picking up the coins. All this time of the trip, I was saying to myself that I don’t want to get off the jeep whenever it may take me as long as you’re my seatmate. It really chills me to the bone thinking of it. I don’t wanna get off the jeep whatever turns it may do. Even though it might take the trip for a whole day, I would stay.
They said that there was no magic but what’s this feeling that my heart was beating fast? His smile means a lot for me.
The driver drove fast and it shake us all inside. Then, he tried to have his break which compressed us together. I was ashamed when I accidentally leaned on you, but I loved it.
Seeing the person I love was the best reason for me to smile. He inspired me. And I do like this experience. It chills me to the bone.
In the middle of our trip, you suddenly pull the tie and told the driver that he would get off the jeep.
I exist on this earth normally but why does my heart beat so fast like this? Is this the cause of knowing that you would leave me? Why do I feel dizzy? Is this made by our trip in this jeep? Do I have a bump on my head which caused my head aching?
Once he get-off the jeep, I felt this pain. I repeatedly blinked to see what surrounded me. Then I saw myself lying on the sofa. But why? Why am I here? I suppose to see myself riding in a jeep. But why?
This ends with a question ‘’why’’. And ‘till now I am guessing what ended that experience. I was really puzzled of what happened next he got off the jeep.

cute nito:)

God grant me the serenity to accept things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I could, and the wisdom to know the difference.
-Serenity Prayer

- i sUpEr miSs these worDs !!

" at first,when your tears drenched my clothes, ..I thought I should just wait and let them cry. But those tears became bigger clouds and wind, and are falling as a rain that stops my feet. While getting drenched by the rain that can't be stopped or avoided, where am I suppose to go? I lost my way. Even though I want to run far away, you stay on my mind, and I keep coming back. I want to protect you."
- while u were by my side, I couldn't treat u well but I was able to protect u.

I Am Me

Making a bit peep knowing myself is the thing I am not comfortable to do. Aside from introducing myself to the class when classes begin after a long vacation, preferring to do it again isn’t my aim. It takes courage for me to go in front of people starring at me as I tell something myself even if it just takes few seconds for me to be able to do it. I am afraid to see them whispering to their seatmates, knowing that they are making or having side comments about me. It sounds so embarrassing hearing their laughter especially when I am trying to pronounce some words which make my tongue go round and twisted. Even though it seems like one versus a hundred, I think of its advantage that it may help me communicate with another type of community and a family as well where I can find myself dealing with different people.


As I open a book of journey in this province of Bataan, I couldn’t absolutely and perfectly tell who I am. Spending my fourteen years of existence in this world is not enough to describe the real me. In these years, I’d experienced different circumstances that shape me as a person. Earning points of goodness is one of my goals in life together with my family and friends. With them, I can show features, attitude, values of mine which I am using to cooperate with them. Being frank sometimes I think is good for others to know their mistakes and for them to correct their bad behaviour and deeds as long I do it in a right way knowing my time when to speak. But there are times that I play safe without knowing that there are people that I treated incorrectly. Passing over this wilderness of times, I told myself that next time in a kind of that happening, I shall hold my tongue.


A page of the book was turned. I started to read the first sentence and a big letter “F” began it. “Friends are life’s best treasures,” which is a quote I believed in. Socializing with the people I don’t even know is something hard to work on. Strangers, they called them. But for me, “A friend was once a stranger.” I’m a student, a singer sometimes, a child of my parents, a sister to my siblings, but I am a friend at first. To have a friend is to be a friend. Once I live on this part of land, I couldn’t tell that I would have a lot of friends but I promise to be a fiend to others often. I can be a comforter, a listener, and an adviser to my friend, and a fighter for him/her. I can even offer my shoulders to cry on for a special friend. Being a friend to others is a big thing. And if I’ll have the choice to ask for a special gift, I’ll ask for a true friend. But there’s one thing that I beg on my friends. It is the promise that they’ll never leave me ‘till the end. Hope that they will.

For a simple girl like me, pleasing everybody isn’t my will. I can be good as you are but I can’t be worst as you can be.