pasko na daw. :]/ starbucks for play! =))

December 22, 2008

Welcome back!!!

come’nnnnn! welcome me :]

haha,. dahil bakasyon na. tara lets at sulitin ang pagbblog.tutal.wala naman na akong magawa sa earth. :]

PASKO na.!! yeh ba!!!pero di ko feel. bakit bakit? kasi wala akong pera! :] purita na ako ngayon. mahal kasi ng jacket ni hany-my-lab-so-sweet. yakks! di namin tawagan yun. joke time yun. :] e kasi naman. nagpapaka sugar mami daw ba ako?hahaha. e kasi ang dami kong utang sakanya. nahiya ang apog ko. =p hay! makiki-table na lang ako.haha. pokpita. =p e naman. kailangan ko hintayin ang pasko para mambola ng mga ninang at ninong.(sana hindi pa nila naiisip na matanda na ako) kailangan ko ng peraaaaaaa. nakakainis kasi nag BINGO sa village namin kagabi. hai. hindi man lang ako nanalo. bwiset.isa na lang. bingo na! sayang yung first prize. isang sako ng bigas! bebenta ko sana sa nanay ko para magkapera ako.haha.parang di ako nakikilamon ng bigas dito e noh? =p

 

sayang at wala akong pera. mamimili sana ako sa Mango! sale pa man din. hay. pag malas ka nga naman. kelan ba kasi ako magiging life of the rich and famous?haha. ASA. :] dapat talaga e pinatulan ko na si papa DOM non.haha.joke lang. kailangan ko yata talaga magpakahirap sa med school para makabili ng mga rich clothes.weeehee.

Pasko pasko pasko! magparamdam ka naman. well, medjo naramdaman ko naman dahil lumalamig ang mundo. kaya nga tinatamad na ako maligo minsan.(hehehe. pero naliligo talaga ako.pramis!maputi pa naman ang kili kili ko oh) wala pa ako maxado natanggap na christmas gift. taghirap na ata talaga. kuripot na ang mga tao.haha XD kakatamad pag bakasyon. kakatamad din pag may klase. haha. paradox!

Nag christmas party nga  pala kami. at ang saya!! kumpleto ang pamilya ng aming section. :] oha oha! di kaya ng ibang section yan.haha. YABANG! e totoo naman kasi. :] galing talaga nila officer. at xempre. party yun e! basta may party papatusin. kahit third party?!hehe. ayun. masaya naman. at ang daming pagkain. LAMON to the max. may mga tatoo pa kaming nalalaman sa mukha. Landeee. :] tapos ang daming lasing at nagsuka. BASAG. may mga heart problems e. tinamaan ng pana ni kupido e. =p hay. sinwerte lang talaga ako sa buhay pag-ibig since college at medjo I get who I want. hohohohoh. pero syempre super efforts yun. to da max!whoohoo =))

 

Sa kalagitnaan ng party. abay umeskapo kami. mga takas.! :] at nagpunta sa starbucks. Susyal! akala mo mayaman.haha. e kasi kailangan na ng kape. 1 am na nun.. at si vyani ay nakabihag ng starbucks employee. starbucks boy!haha. yung tagatimpla ng kape.hahaha. akala mo susyal e, taga timpla lang pala itatawag ko. =p sabi ni kuya tagatimpla ng kape namin. “may pilay ka ba?”… “para ka kasing hinulog ng langit” WAHAHA. humihirit pa si kuya e. naka ng pick up lines! yun yun e. wala namang na pick up. kulangot lang!hehe.

at may bago kaming natuklasan. pag umorder ka sa starbucks..itatanong “what’s the name for the cup?” tapos sasabihin nila pag natimpla na ang mala ginto mong kape na nagkakahalaga ng 100 pesos pataas. “For name“ like “Mocha frapuccino for LOU” naisip namin na palitan like. “Mocha frap for FREE!(name niya ay free)“ hahaha. tinginan yung mga tao.akala nila free. muntik na magka stampede ala wowowee(hahaha. akala mo lahat ng tao adik sa kape e. nag stampede pa =p) meron pa.

“For Ever/ for life/ for reigner/ for head/ at ang mahiwagang FOR PLAY!!hahaha

“mocha frap for play” at hindi ka sasagot at hahanapin ka ni kuya starbucks boy “FOR PLAY?! FOR PLAY?! ANYONE?” hehe. si kuya starbucks…. mahilig!hohoh =p ang polusyon na ng utak ko. tsk tsk. tumatanda na nga ako. patey patey XD

nung christmas party pala ay nasali ako sa mahiwagang hip hip huri!!haha. hip hip?! Huri!!!!! may sarili kaming papi! sayang at hindi ako nanalo! sasayaw na lang ako ng igiling giling! :] kaaliw nga ang aming mga games. may nalalaman pang “Catch my egg” in tagalog SALUHIN MO ITLOG KO. hahaha. benta! isa lang ang partner na nagwagi..dahil nagkabasagan ng mga itlog. =p at ang mahiwagang paper dance na palakasan pala magbuhat ng partner ang laban! buti hindi ako sumali..kung hindi, isang karumal dumal na krimen na ang naganap. :]

pasayahin sana ang pasko ko… penge pera. pautang!hahaha =p 

   

Buhay estudyante. (the bunny way)

October 7, 2008

1. Habang nagququiz.nose bleed ang laban :]

2. Kapag dinismiss na ng prof. (uwiiiiii)

3. Habang nag aaral.

 4.Pagtanggap ng long exam.(oh hindeee =( )

5.Pag smart kang sumagot… (tralala)

6.Pag nasuspend ang pasok dahil sa bagyo (oh yeh.oh yeh! cge kembot)

7.Dinibdib mo ang pag-aaral tapos wala naman palang quiz (whapak!!)

8.Pag lumabas na mga results ng grades… (dear mami.wag mo na akong hanapin..I’m dead.)

9.pag nanghihinayang ka sa one point para pumasa. (perfect ko na sana..Madami lang akong mali. :[ )

10.pag binati ka ng crush mo. ) Ayiii!may 1% chance na kami! :]

11. pag gusto mong maghiganti sa kaaway mo.. )hehehe

12 pag magcucut ka ng class.(bwahaha)

13.pag kausap mo ang crush mo.woooohoo

14. tuwing enrollment.(Ang tagaaaal)

15.pag di mo alam paano sagutan yung quiz. (tinuro ba un?haha)

   16. pag naghihintay ng jeep.

17.la ka na maintindihan sa pinagsasabi ng prof.. (sirang plaka?)

18.pag umaasang magbibigay ng plus.. (teacher,,kaawaan mo kami..teacher maawa ka..teacher)

19.ginagawa para pumasa ka..

21. pag sinasabon ka na ng prof mo..

22.pagkatapos ng exam.. (oh yeh.chilax na. CHILL)

23.pagkatapos ng lunch.(SOLVE na! :])

24. pag tinatamad mag-aral. (may test ba? di ko alam!haha)

 

 

 

Live-in partner. =))

June 27, 2008

Long time no write. :]

oo. lumayas na ako sa bahay.. nakipag live-in ako sa kaklase ko. Hahaha. =)) masiyadong immoral. baguhin natin.. Nag rent na ako ng studio type na room malapit sa school. at kasama ko ang kaklase ko na BABAE. pero di ko pa sure kung babae talaga siya.haha =)) ayun. so kunware Miss independent. haha. sosyalan. pero di naman totoo. :]

so namimiss ko lang naman ang internet pag weekends. at siyempre ang family ko din. nako.. namimiss nga din ako ng nanay ko e. hinahanap ako lagi.. at ayun. dinadalhan pa ako ng inumin sa kwarto. haw totpul. haha.

Okay naman ang third year. medjo lumalabas na ang tunay na kulay ng nursing.!! BLACK.. my name is rain :] haha. ang hirap na din kaya. nagsasabay sabay lang naman kasi mga quiz e.. so, alam ko lang nmn kung saan ako tatagilid. MED SURG!! lang ya naman oh. napaka hirap naman kasi magpa quiz. TRICKY kung TRICKY! anu beee..

ayun.. so may teacher naman kami sa socio,, isa siyang sister. hmm.. may mga oras na gusto ko siya. pero may mga oras na ayaw ko siya. unang una.. pilosopo kasi siya. e parang hindi tama sa image niya na madre.. pangalawa.. masyado niyang ginagamit yung power niya. e ayoko kasi ng teacher na nananakot. alam mo yung feeling na hindi mo ma-enjoy yung klase.. kasi takot ka. At ayoko ng taong feeling niya e lagi siyang tama.. kasi kanina.. nung nagsasalita siya sabi niya “you know what happen when you’re chemically dependent?” sabay sabi ng kaklase ko “ahh..chemically dependent”. tapos nagsalita na siya na “you’re saying something?.. I know chuva chuva ek ek.”.. hala niligtas na lang siya ng kaklase ko at nagpalusot .. e un lang naman sinabi niya. Awts talaga. rinig na rinig ko e.. nagmagaling nmn ung madre na alam niya daw talaga..hai naku. sabi nga ni sir JV. “the government that governs the less is the best”.. naniniwala ako jan.

yung mga paborito ko kasing titser. tulad ni Sir.Melvin Almonguera nung 4th year high. ako! e funny.. jolly.. kumakanta sa klase.. nakikipag asaran. pero matututo ka kasi gusto mo talagang makinig sa bawat salitang bibigkasin niya. alam mo yun? yung hindi umaabuso sa kapangyarihan ng isang titser.. never pa ako inantok sa klase niya. tahimik kami..pero ung titser yung maingay,haha :]] tapos nagbabasketball pa siya sa blackboard. :] namiss ko tuloy.haha.

 Isa pangbagong prof. ay si Sir.Hibek. haha. ang matronang manyakis! hahah. ang manyak talaga nun. pero may point naman siya.. at ginagampanan niya talaga ang gawain ng isang literatura “to teach by DELIGHT” oo. super delight e mamamatay ka kakatawa. :] nagtatanong ba naman ng “are you devil in bed?” haha. si Tim.. or mag sabi daw ba ng “Fuck me, bitch” hahaha. adik lang e.. nalaman ko nga na may natitipuan siya na lalaki sa ibang section.. tinatawag ba namang “sex machine” haha. sabaw. :]

ayun.. okay naman ang buhay may dorm. namimiss nga lang ang pamilya at kompyuter. at namimiss ang luto ni inay. awwww.. :] at namimiss ang CABLE. grr. ang pinapanuod namin?? the singing bee!!!hahahah. kurni. BUBOY. buboy-og. kaya pala siya nag host ng the singing bee. haha. kasi siya si buboy-OG.haha

 

Stalker mode!!

May 19, 2008

stalker ka talaga!!!………. oops mali!

stalker talaga AKO! hahaha. =)) yeah ryt! Hindi ito tungkol sa crush ko ngaun. eto ay tungkol sa PAST crush. nakoo… nung high school ko pa siya pinagnanasahan! X) hahaha. That was sooo 10 years ago. haha.joke. bata pa ako. mga 4 years ago lang.. ang yes! sabi nga ni campopot.. raging girly hormones!hahaha =)) who can’t resist a hottie?hahaha. anyway!mga classmates, wag kayo magsusumbong kay cois! tsk tsk. kaibigan niya kasi yun. alam niyo nmn na hayskul batchmate kami ni cois e..

I’m a damn stalker. yeah. nagnakaw ako ng pics sa kaibigan niya. owell, thanks kay lara. accidentally, friend ko siya sa multiply kaya mas madli gawin ang stalker mode.wahahaha. No…..!!! nagkataon lang! totoo! parang "I didn’t mean to love you ni nina" haha. hindi ko alam na friens sila noh. basta. nagnakaw ako ng pic niya. tapos.wahahaha. cge.ipapakita ko sa inyo.. at sabihin niyo kung ang cheap ba ng taste ko.haha. 

  

xempre yung naka-itim ang crushness ko..kasi si cois ung isa sa pic e. sana malaki pa din ang mundo para walang kaibigan niya na magsusumbong sakanya. e bakit ba? crush ko lang naman e. pasalamat siya at nabulag niya ako.wahaha. =)) at hindi niya nmn ako kilala e. sana! X)

mukha siyang intsik?. oo.. parang siomai, siopao, lumpiang shanghai, pecking duck, pati na Binondo! haha. =))

oi. kung kilala mo xa. WAG KA MAGSUSUMBONG. gulpihin kita e.. (plssssssssssss.?.hahaha) ayan. nanginginig na ako dito..pero ipopost ko pa din. watashi ako care! cge. malurkae ka sa pagsusumbong. dedma pa din akesh. :O 

 

Of tsamba, fools, and silent walks- inspiring. :O

May 17, 2008

Kinuha ko ito sa isang blogger din ng i.ph with a permission.nasa baba yung links. visit him! e.. eto daw ung speech sa graduation ng Ateneo high batch ‘08.. oi chucks. tama ba to? nandun ka ba? :O

ang swerte nila dahil very inspiring yung message.naku! walang ganyan samin. Laos e. Boo ust high!hahahaha. :O

nagtataka tuloy ako kung bakit may mga naging kaklase ako na galing ateneo high pero halimaw yung mga ugali.. mayabang! kabaligtaran nung dapat na down to earth na atenista.. tsk tsk. anyway hindi ko nilalahat..ung mga naging kaklase ko lang..rawr! sana balang araw maka-inspire din ako ng mga tao at makagawa ng ganito kagandang speech. :O  

Of tsamba, fools, and silent walks — Gerry Esquivel

By Gerry Esquivel

What follows is the message of Architect Gerry Esquivel to the graduates of Ateneo de Manila High School Batch 2008, delivered at the commencement exercises  on Sunday, March 30 at the AHS Covered Courts.

 

Magandang hapon sa inyo.

Bumababa na ang standards dito sa Ateneo high school. Pati ako pinagsasalita na sa commencement exercises.

Tinanong ko si Father RB kung puede makipagswap sa ibang commencement speakers. Sa Prep na lang sana  ako magsasalita.  Hindi siya sumagot…. Parang nagsesecond thoughts na yata.

It has always been my job at home to tell stories to my younger children before they go to sleep. I still do this especially to my 8 year old son. Stories about warriors. Giants. Hidden treasures.

This graduation talk is nothing really more than that, silly stories. Of Tsamba. Fools. And silent walks.

Bago ang lahat, meron lang akong aaminin sa inyo:

First. I did not graduate from Ateneo high school. Mabuti pa kayo. For whatever reason I found myself completing 4th year as an exchange student in a public school 20 miles south of Boston.

Second. While I have always bragged about my belonging to the honors class, I wasn’t a very bright student. Pagsi at one point gave me a 74 in English. Cheekee gave me a semestral grade of 72. And I barely passed Physics.

Third. High School wasn’t all fun and games for me. I was bullied and insecure.  I was nowhere near as intelligent as my classmates. 4A produced graduates from Harvard. Stanford. CalTech. I even have a classmate who hangs out with Nobel Prize winners in Economics.
 
And yet, and yet, my dear graduates, life has its own crazy way of coming full circle. Funnily enough, I find myself a non-alumnus, a mediocre student, and a loser by high school standards giving this commencement talk.

And this twist of destiny, itong biro ng tadhana, I like to call tsamba.

STOREY NO 1. TSAMBA

I asked Enzo’s friend’s  what they thought tsamba meant and they said… Luck. Swerte.

Right after high school I told Tatay of my plan to be a Jesuit. He told me “Gerry take any course in UP, the easiest course you can find."

So I decided to take a 4 year course, BS Foreign Service. Sinabihan na naman ako ng Tatay, “Gerry, mag-architecture ka na lang, magaling ka namang magdrawing.” I said yes. I found myself completing Architecture in UP, passing the board exam, and shortly right after entering Arvisu house as a pre novice. Finally, I said. My heart rests.

Shock no 1. The Jesuits wrote me a letter of rejection to Sacred Heart.  I was devastated.  I planned priesthood since high school. Pinagbigyan ko na ang Tatay, it was time I said that I pursued my own.

Lesson no 1: no matter how noble your goal in life is, it can never be a substitute for God’s Holy Will.

Reality no 1. Shattered dream. No plans. No money. My career break came in when I got a job to build a kitchen cabinet. I had no experience in construction. But my initial assignment led me to build bigger kitchen cabinets, chapels for funeral parlors, and garage renovations. Since then I have abandoned design and architecture. And after that first job, that small kitchen cabinet, I have taken on bigger and more exciting projects. To think that all this started with no experience, no plan, and no capital. Luck? Swerte? Tsamba! 

And of course the greatest tsamba of my life, Beng. She belongs to the sister class of my section. She knew all my classmates. Syempre puera ako. Di ako nagpaparty. Wala akong kotse. Wala akong magarang damit. Wala akong pera.

But one clear day, 11 years after high school, I accidentally met the most beautiful woman in my life. I fell in love.  I am sure that the best decision I have ever made, was to marry the girl of my dreams, the school girl that I should have met in high school.  Luck? Swerte? Tsamba.

At itong mga nangyari sa akin after high school, at itong mga puedeng mangyari sa inyo, tsamba ba talaga lahat ng ito. Luck? Swerte?

Tsamba I believe is about an overwhelming and powerful spirit of thanksgiving. That Tsamba is all about trusting. That tsamba is all about grace, and God’s providence.

Some of you may not have gotten in to the university of your choice, you may have worked real hard and barely made it today, you may be terrified that you still are unsure on what to do after graduation. Relax.  To all this, you must say thank you.

The world is open to those with a grateful heart. There is an infinite layer of tsambas in this world. And while some events appear to be fueled by accidents and luck, Karl Rahner put it so rightly when he said, "Accidents? … there are no accidents in our lives. Only grace."

STOREY NO 2: COMPANY OF FOOLS   

I am sure that in your 4 years of high school, you have done some pretty silly stuff. Some form of prank. Some kind of mischief that got you in trouble. And during these years you have also made fools of yourself.

Fr. Macayan would stop by EAPI on his way to the JR and talk to the trees that he planted. He would point an angry finger at the trees and tell them… "You dumbbells… why are you not growing as fast as I want you to?” He was a silly man.

But you know, my dear graduates, what is sillier and more foolish is that Fr. Macayan died a few years back alone in the Jesuit infirmary. While some of his siblings and Jesuit brothers were there, he died without family. How silly when he could have used his higher math to be an engineer and raised a family and built a career of his own.

And yet this silly and foolish man chose to live a very boring life. Teaching first year Algebra. Checking papers, Talking to trees.

I remember Pagsi. He was always so engrossed with his story telling. While reading to us the story, The Most Dangerous Game, he was like an actor auditioning out for a play. His saliva spurting all over. But what is sillier and foolish is that I remember visiting him in his house when I was in first year as I visit him now.  He still lives in the same house along Esteban Abada. No major improvement. No major expansion. Walang ganoong pagbabago. And yet Pagsi has taught Presidents of companies, corporate leaders, movers and shakers. I am sure he does not mind. He is happy with his work, happy with his boys, and at peace to be a founding member of God’s army of fools.

Let me now share stories of silliness after high school.

For the last three years, Enzo and I would visit my carpenters in a squatter’s area on Christmas day. Medyo off yung timing because it’s the day when then there is much revelry, gifts, visitors, when there is food and drinks in abundance in our home. There we would drink beer and eat tilapya with them and they would tell Enzo their own kwentos. I am not sure what this does to my men. Not too sure what this does to Enzo. All I know is that the timing is off, the schedule is tight,  and the activity is rather silly.

I was skimming through scripture, when I read a verse about feeding the hungry. Clothing the naked. And visiting those in prison. Right there after closing the Bible, without thinking, (which I often do), I immediately called the Jesuit chaplain in New Bilibid Prison and asked him if I can visit him the following day.

In that meeting I decided to finish the chapel in the minimum security area. It took me close to 2 years to finish. But before I left that first visit, Fr. Willy toured me around. ( Let me share a side side story) And there tugging along our tour was a man that kept asking how I was. Nabigla ako ng tanungin niya ako…. Kamusta na po si Enzo? Si Ina? Si Ma’am Beng?

Patay.

"Sino ka?"
" Driver po niyo ako."
"Bakit ka naman nandito?"
"Carnapping po."

Young men, there are 16,000 inmates in New Bilibid Prison.  I was Bombay’s first visitor. Silly and foolish stories. 

I have made several trips to Payatas. Not so much to fix a school in Payatas 13. To reflect. To ground myself.  To stand on a hill.

There I met Josebeth. An 11 year old who lives in Samar.  Nagbabakasyon daw siya sa Payatas. Kasi nanduon ang kanyang pamilya. 

I asked her what she wanted. “ Wala po. Ok ako dito.” Her direction was clear. Nothing distracts her. All that she wishes  is to be with family. No wish of toys, clothes, or special food.  Such a silly and foolish girl.

My dear graduates. Please. Do not think that I ask you now to drop all your dreams. Join the Jesuits, join an NGO and be amongst the poorest of the poor. No. No my dear graduates. This is not what I wish to say.

Dream. Be happy. Live. Excel. Express. Tell the world who you are and who you can be. Profit from this world.

Create a life deserving of your visions. There must be no boundaries to your dreams. There must only be drive. Direction. Desire. You must be hungry to achieve. To commit to nothing else but the very top. To try.

All that I wish to share with you today is that together with the drive, direction, and desire is that you sprinkle your journeys with tiny moments of silliness and foolishness. To reach. To share. To give. To find it in yourself  the foolish thing that makes you true.  And while your journeys take you to the glamour of business and profession, find time to bask, to sun bathe and spread your arms wide enough to dance and sing to the beautiful music of fools.

STOREY NO 3.  SILENT WALKS

I visited Father Joey Fermin in Medical City and asked permission if I could share this story with you.  He said yes.

I am sure that all of you know that he is ill.  Fr. Joey went out for a walk inside campus. His best friend Fr. Aydee Dacanay accompanied him. They went around the Ateneo grounds for close to 40 minutes. But what is interesting is that they returned to the Jesuit Residence after that long walk without uttering a word to each other. They didn’t talk.

But I am very sure that Fr. Aydee wanted to tell Fr. Joey that he was praying for his recovery, that all would be well in the end, and that should he need anything, he would always be there for him.

I am also very sure that Fr. Joey wanted to tell Fr. Aydee that yes, I really need your prayers and support; that I am scared and unsure of this illness, and that I appreciate you taking this walk with me when I know you may have some concerns of your own.

And why do I share this with you? Because there may be some similarity with this story and our journeys together, you as adolescent sons and us your parents. That there may be moments when we will both take these long and silent walks. When it is unclear whose pace we follow, yours or ours. When there is only respect, and love shown in every step. When words cannot capture that which we both feel inside.

Like Fr. Joey’s and Fr. Aydee’s long and quiet walk, we will all need to return to our own JR.

But remember that the Jesuit Residence is not a place to return to but a quiet corner in your heart tucked away where the noise of this world cannot reach. Siguradong hindi kayo lahat magkakasama-sama sa college. Iba iba ang inyong pupuntahan. And during those years, the phone calls will lessen, the text messages will not be as frequent, and you may have developed some new friendships of your own. There will be silence and long walks. You must return. To the 4 years of friendship, the victories in band competitions, the exciting dates you had together, the defeats in intramurals, the first taste of beer. The fun. The laughter. The friendships you will take forever.

You must also return  to your mentors. Those who formed you these high schools years. These silly Jesuits. Your foolish teachers. They who taught you everything they knew. And not held back. Whose only desire is to produce brave men that will pay forward the luxury of a solid education.

After several years, when you have built your empires, you MUST return to the ATENEO. And I advise you to physically take these long and quiet walks. By yourself. Or with your best friend. And recall the steps you freely took before and realize that your deepest desire really and without doubt is to be the high school student you once were. Excited. Full of life. Idealistic and free.

I visited Fr. Macayan 3 times before he passed away. I shared stories with him even if he can hardly talk. I told him, “Father, si Gerry Esquivel ito. Estudyante niyo sa Algebra.” He was weak and could not respond. “Fr. Si Gerry ito kaklase ni John at ni Patrick.” His eyes lit up and murmured. “Yes. John. Patrick.”

I left JR feeling a little bad. My Algebra teacher did not recognize me. He did not remember me. But then I realized that it was not so important that he failed to remember me but what is more important, I remembered him.

Congratulations young men. This is your moment of glory. Throw your cares into the wind. Do something really silly today. Approach the teacher that gave you your lowest grade. Sabihin mo sa kanya, "Babalikan kita Ma’am. Babalikan kita sir.” Not out of spite or revenge but out of deep gratitude for keeping you awake at night studying. Go to Fr. RB and the Jesuits. Magyabang kayo. Sabihin niyo sa kanila  “Father, pag successful na ako sabihin mo sa akin kung ano ang puede kong ibalik sa High School.”  Yabangan niyo sila. Shake hands and greet all your batchmates. Especially those whom you hardly know. Those that you have not talked to.  Sabihin niyo sa kanila, "Pare…. Congrats…KitaKits.” Because today, after this graduation there will no longer be a 4A. 4B. Or 4C. Today, your badge of honor will be, “Atenista ako! High school batch 2008.”

Magbarberohan kayo sa isa’t isa. Last few days to see each other. Sabihin ninyo …. “Pare, pag doctor na ako…gagamutin ko kayo. Pare. Pag abogado na ako…ipagtatanggol ko kayo. Pare. Pag arkitekto na ako….idedesign ko kayo ng magarang bahay. Pare pag film director na ako….gagawin ko kayong artista.   Pare pag Heswita na ako…..  ipagdarasal ko kayo palagi…  Pucha Pare, kahit ano man ang mangyari…. Magkaibigan tayo.”

Good luck to all. It’s your turn to weave your own foolish stories. Pakitandaan lang ninyo…. Na kahit ano mang paikot-ikot ng kwento ng buhay ninyo, ano mang akyat at baba…. Ay di kayo maaring makaalpas sa higpit ng yapos ng ating Panginoon.

I end with a parent’s blessing to you.

“Humayo kayo. We release you from being a child. From being within easy reach of our tight embrace. We will watch you from afar. We will hide our tears when we see you fail. We will share our smile when we see you prevail. All that we ask, is that you take these walks with us. It may be silent. But God will allow us to savor it… because it is in silence that we hear God the most.”

Congratulations. Hanggang dulo. Habang buhay. Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam.

Dream.. believe?survive?hahaha. starstruck! :O

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