I was talking to my honey over the phone last night between
People in the
Anyway, out of curiosity, we went to the site the night after the incident (today). The site is creepy. It’s really a tragic site. The people residing nearby the incident, I bet, were traumatized. All we could do is to pray.
To my dear honey,
I don’t know if there would come a time that you’ll get to read this letter. Nonetheless, it wouldn’t really matter if you do.
I just cheated or stole minutes of my busy time for this letter which I really don’t know what it would address. I just thought that just last night you were confiding your problems on family to me, arguing what should be the best way to do. As a matter of fact, I’m beginning to hate the situation you are in but I cannot hate you nor your mom. Your mom have been a single parent since you were a kid and maybe that is one of the reasons why she acts like one now and that she’s too old to cry over sentimental “lambing” reasons. I can’t agree with you saying that she is an irresponsible mother for at the back of my mind (I just could not say it), I think, you have been irresponsible too. Sometimes, providing for allowances and house bills are not enough. They need you and your presence and that’s what lacking. People would really tend to look at the situation one sided. Even if you are being too good on one aspect if on the other you’re not, in the end, you’ll be a bad guy. I really felt sorry on that, hon. I know, you’ve been working days and nights just to take care of the financial needs of your family. Being a breed winner is not really easy. You have suffered and sacrifice a lot, I know. And it would really make you feel bad that despite of that, they see you as a bad son, inconsiderate and unloving.
But I am always here. Not only as your girlfriend, your best friend, but also as your confidant. Remember that song you sang to me when you were just courting me? I am your biggest fan, honey. And no matter what difficulties, obstacles or problems that will come along your way, I will always be at your back, pushing you forward and up. And when we will encounter trials, I will always walk beside you holding your hand. I have promised you that I will never leave you and will always try to understand and will always take care of you.
If someday, you happen to read this letter, I know you’ll be glad that until that very day, I am still beside you. You would not know, or you can never tell, that very day, you’ll be reading this beside me.
I love you so much honey…
I am waiting for my dad to fetch me here at the Sunriser Bakery Shop. The place is orange in color and they make and sell breads that are delicious. I am sitting typing this blogpost and the people are looking at me like they have never seen someone doing like what I’m doing in what is supposed to be a “for the masses” dine-walk-in place. Well, people who use a laptop while in a resto could only be seen at Starbucks café and
Home has been an extension of my workplace. It is just that my tables are not cluttered by office documents, resolutions and letters. Rather, it is an organized table with my books, notebooks, file of cases, alarm clock, pen holders and a study lampshade. I always want my things organized at home. After all, it is the place where I get to relax and work on my subjects. When I arrive at home tonight, I just have to see my planner and check my list of to-do’s, tick off the tasks done, would relax a little bit watching Luna Mystika and Lalola.
After this week and a two weeks more, my most anticipated vacation would come…How I wish I could get hold of the day that comes and just throw it away like that.
I just thought it was vacation till it was spoiled. Yesterday, I was really so busy that situation even got worst when I received a phone call from what has supposed to be what I am just doing (yeah, I think you’ve been confused about that but that’s the way it is). I will then be very busy for the next few hours, days and even nights. The only real vacation I got will be Christmas and New Year. Oh! How I wish that it would really be in its very essence—Vacation! As to date, I am craving for vacation like how I craved for chocolates, spaghetti and pizza. Yum!
I woke up at exactly
*sigh*
My mother woke me up because she doesn’t have company in the terrace. My brother was still asleep that time. It’s a cloudy Sunday morning. It may have been the reason that I had a sound sleep and wasn’t able to wake up early.
After several months, I was able to wash my laundry again. It just pisses me off that even before I hang my clothes to dry, the rain starts to fall. At least, I was able to tick off a task though it’s not in the list of what I planned to do today. There are so many more papers and documents that is in need of my attention that I have to eat my lunch like the Ghost Rider—I watched it yesterday afternoon with my brother. Yet, I also don’t want to have a vacation that is stressing still like that of Mr. Bean’s
Anyway, I did go to the afternoon Sunday mass. I was just so disappointed with the people going to Church. It’s like the Church became a meeting place for lovers and friends. They do not even listen to the Gospel. I assumed that if a survey was conducted maybe out of 10, a count would not exceed one hand. Can the Church make rules and regulations or the Congress can meddle with coming up with a law regulating gossips or nuisance inside the Church?
I’m thankful that even if I drank about 4-5 SMB Lights last night, my boyfriend and I did not rummage into another petty discussion about my gender, my life, my work and about drinking. *whew!
I do not have to worry about being absent in school. It’s vacation! I wanna sleep and sleep and finished my task at work before the week following next week comes.
God is really good to me. This is the first time that I wasn’t able to absent myself at work due to my boss’ presence. Well, actually, not presence but arrival because the fact is, he didn’t stay in the office and had his meeting outside. I only spent my day in the office, reviewing. Hehehe… After having my lunch, I went to my classmate’s office to copy two cases in Labor Standard. *shhh
I had my exam today in Labor Standards and I’m thankful that I was able to download and review the Suggested Answers to the 2006 Labor Examination Questions by Prof. Joselito Guianan Chan. All the labor standard questions found therein came out. I don’t know what you might call that (a classmate of mine said that it was resourcefulness) but I’m just lucky. At least, I won’t have to worry too much on Labor Standard.
My boyfriend is happy today also because he received good news (through a phone call). He was informed by his former colleague that the position he was eyeing in CENRO is now available due to what he calls rationalization and he was told that they are waiting for him to apply. He actually kissed me when he saw me and he only do that sometimes. I wish he’s always happy. I always want him to be happy.
*sigh*
My boss changed his mind. Well, at least we will not be having our work in field. I could still review in the morning though I am not so sure I really could. This means I really have to labor studying tonight and tomorrow. My boyfriend and I still have a date this afternoon. At least, that would relax me before going to the battlefield of pen and paper.
Good news! My boss will not be in the district this weekend. I will be able to absent myself for my Labor Standard exam on Thursday. At least, I don’t have to worry too much and I can work in the office with ease and finish what I could in his book.
I was really so disappointed with myself. Today, I had my exam in Criminal Procedure and Practicum II and I did not satisfy myself with the answers I gave. Actually, it is not really about how I presented my answers. I am sure about the answers and I have no problem writing it down. It is just that, In CrimPro, I wasn’t able to finish the exam, I was not able to answer about 3 or 5 questions and in Practicum II, I passed my booklet not knowing there are 6 questions—I only answered 5. Aghr! All I pray now is to have a passing grade. I will try to get better grades next semester if my grades this semester is satisfactory. I must admit that I was not able to study like how I study last year. I also pray that I got higher grade in CrimPro than Mr. M. I wish to receive flowers from all my crushes. *sigh*
I really hate this day!!! Property exam is rubbish. It’s nonsense because the teacher is nonsense. Grrr…Should I say more?!!!
I received a text message from my friend/classmate in Law school informing that our exam in Property was moved tomorrow since it is a provincial holiday on Friday. I hate that subject not because of the subject per se but because I didn’t learn from our Mr. Promise-made to be broken teacher. I just hope I will be able to answer his questions tomorrow.
I was not able to post during the past few days. Those days were busy days. Work and academics have brought me pimples on the cheeks. I just had my exam today in Land Titles and deeds. Chicken! Hehe…
I had my finals in Special Commercial Laws and Sales. It was really a brain damaging exam. I was completely dumb in answering question in Partnership. My finger is crossed. I hope the retired judge, now a practicing lawyer, won’t fail me. I have to get moving. This week is really a damn hell week! I have 5 exams more to beat!
I started writing diary when I was in elementary. Writing a diary or a journal somehow eases what I feel. When blogging came to my knowledge and when I learn that some write their thoughts and feelings on the web, I was hesitant to try it and instead put up my blogs featuring my papers in school and some other stuff. Browsing through the pages of my 2006 journal, one entry talks about how I feel about it. To quote:
“Blogging does not work for me. I rarely express everything in public. I’m not a good writer too and that adds to why I hate publishing my thoughts. Or is it because I hate being criticized? Well, I am maybe just so reserved. I can express myself more and freely through journals.”
To begin with, let me share the reasons why I write diaries or journals. As earlier said, it eases and comforts me. It keeps ideas flowing and sometimes the first paragraphs which are normally full of questions find their answers at the bottom. This means that by writing, I realizes in the end. It is my way of coping up with my problems, of keepsaking reminiscences photographed by memory and my way of finding serenity.
I often think that I am misunderstood or misinterpreted and that my diary is the only one that could understand me. But I hope now that since this diary would circulate around the world wide web, people will understand or will try to understand me and will help me understand myself and them too.
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