V day to you.

a day to celebrate.
what better way to emphasize the thought of being single. hah!valentines day, isn't it today?well, of course it is.as the clock ticked away at 12am, everybody was texting me happy valentines day. each message containing the same three letter words, "happy valentines day," "what's good in valentines day?" i thought. nothing.

Or yet, a text startled me when i recieved it saying, "happy valentines day my child, we love you." and that message was from my parents.my family, giving unconditional love to me. so i cried for a little while and thought that, if you have no lover, then be a lover your family might need. there is no need for words. just pure exchange of love, it's not how many times they say i love you, or how many gifts they give to you. the purest of love that they can show is the care and respect that they have for you right now.

never underestimate the meaning of love.it's irrevocable and futile to excape from. "Love uses all things, Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things" (1 Corinthians 13:7)

Happy valentines day!

climate change at its finest!

The rain just didn't stop
it started at 11 in the evening, but i just listened to the rain as it drowned me to sleep because of the coldness that clothed me. It was fine that it was freezing. It was perfect. i was wrong.

3:00 am- i woke up as early as i can because of my scheduled jogging with friends.I thought that i woke up because of the sound of my alarm, but oh dear, there was a thunderous and angry roar of rain drops outside my window. I couldn't even see what was happening because the darkness has not yet retired from it's nightly duties. So i went back to bed hoping that when i wake up two hours from that time, it would stop.

5:00 am- Still the rain did not seize to thunder outside my dorm. i even thought that it would submerged the whole dorm. luckily it did not, the water just created an instant pool outside my dorm. a green pool. and frogs were singing in one accord. So i was defeated once again, knowing that it would not stop immediately for me to have an hour of exercise.

8:00 am- three hours after i woke up for my supposed jogging, it was still semi dark outside my dorm. but when i looked up at my watch, it was already eight am in the morning. nothing can be productive with this kind of weather. it's not even helping me, going to my errands. and it was supposed to be Saturday!

the whole day was chaotic. there were parts in Dumaguete City that were filled with water up to chest high. people were evacuating their things to safety. Electricity transformers were busted, as well as cars which stopped running in the middle of the road due to the exhaustion of having to be submerged in water for a while during traffic. It was horrible.

Hail to my Alma Mater!

it's raining and i'm wet. thanks to the weather, i am having bad colds(like as if there is a good one). the busy streets of Dumaguete City has never been a bore to me whenever i try to amuse myself. There's always something to see, and something to hear, it's never boring here in my school.

Silliman University, the name of my alma mater. I study Mass communication and i am in my last year in college. These are the times that i feel so ambivalent, trying to remind myself that i am ending my journey here in my school as a collegian.

I was just out in the streets right about eight in the morning after i finished my very exhausting one hour examination about Macro-economy. It is the time of year when students start to feel anxious. Freshmen getting excited about the feeling of continuing their college life in a leveled up condition. Sophomores gleaming on the thought that they are going to be part of the upper class when the school year ends. Juniors complaining on the fact that their instructors and professors are trying to terminate them from their batch(e.g. Masscom freshmen-50+ Masscom junior-25), it's always the hardest year. Then here comes my batch, the SENIORS, oh i love the ring of that word.

It brings privileges, benefits and authority at some point. As a senior, you can bully lower class students, scare their hearts out about their upcoming subjects and the terrorizing instructors that'll be handling them. Or maybe, you can talk to your instructors like they have been your friend for quite sometime now, it's like talking to your older brothers or sisters or maybe your parents, they tend to be close to you now. Moreover, you have the authority to process documents that are not allowed for the freshmen or the newbs. You know how the university ticks, and you know what they instructors are talking about. The capacity to learn for you is wider now, and it's better than before.

For us, graduating class of 2009. I congratulate us for reaching this far. With our greatest gratitude to our Almight Abba.