KUNG AKO AY ISANG…

Sa dinami-dami ng mga bagay na dapat gawin at patuloy na inaalala ng mga tao, naiisip pa kaya nila paano kung naging bagay na lang sila?

Ako kase…

Kung ako ay isang bagay, ako ay pambura para matulungan ko ang lapis.
.. gamit sa pantulog, ako ay kumot para comfort provider.
.. kubyertos, ako ay kutsara para madalas gamitin…more attention.
.. cellphone, ako ay 5210 para matibay.
.. puno, ako ay narra .
.. kagubatan, ako ay makikita sa Sagada.
.. bulaklak, ako ay sampaguita para iaalay sa itaas.
.. uri ng libro, ako ay paperback para mura lang.
.. category ng libro, syempre bestseller ako.
.. genre ng istorya, ako ay isang fiction-pambata.
.. font, ako ay eras light ITC dahil elegante.
.. letra, ako ay letter M para kilala ko pa rin ang aking sarili.
.. insekto, ako ay isang langgam para masipag.
.. tindahan, ako ay bookstore para tahanan ako ng kaalaman.
.. coffee shop, ako ay seveneleven – mura kase ang kape dun, masarap pa.
.. size ng litrato, ako ay 5r para sakto lang i-pang display.
.. city, ako ay London para at least di ko na kailangan puntahan ang sarili ko.
.. bahagi ng katawan, ako ay mata para window of my soul.
.. pansulat, ako ay techpen para ginagamit din sa arts.
.. kulay, ako ay ROYBW para kulay ng stars.
.. halaman, ako ay cactus para hindi requirement ang sunshine.
.. cool, ako ay ice box.
.. shelter, ako ay isang cottage para pwede sa beach, inuman, resort o bahay.
.. sangkap sa masarap na kape, ako ay cream para dagdag sa lasa ng kape.
.. uri ng kape, ako ay Italian coffee para foreigner.
.. character sa isang teleserye, ako ang kontrabida para may kulay ang ikot ng istorya.
.. isang orasan, ako ay wristwatch para dala ako palagi.
.. ulam, ako ay lechon paksiw kase paborito ko un.
.. isda, ako ay isang tuna para kasya din sa lata.
.. appliance, ako ay isang kama kase at the end of the day, I’m the last one to give comfort.
.. kontinente, ako ay Europe para royal.
.. graphic novel, ako ay ‘Cages’ ni pareng Dave Mckean.
.. libro, ako ay ‘Little Women’ ni ate Louisa May Alcott.
.. uri ng inumin, ako ay softdrinks para freedom from thirst.
.. pelikula, ako ay ung mga gawa ni Stanley Kubrick para superb!
.. isang Microsoft Office, ako ay powerpoint para outstanding ang report presentation.
.. painting, ako ay surreal para out of this world.
.. planeta, ako ay mercury para ako c sailor mercury.
.. sapatos, ako ay sneakers para magamit pangtakbo.
.. pulitiko, di bale na lang.
.. lugar, ako ay playground.
.. ibon, ako ay albatross para kayang matulog habang nasa ere.
.. kagamitan sa witchcraft, ako ay wand para nasa Hogwarts ako.
.. sombrero, ako ay toque para chef.
.. mundo, ako ay ‘World of Errors’.
.. programa sa TV, hindi ako daisy siete o wowowee, ako ay kahit anung magazine show.
.. channel, ako ay national geographic o discovery channel o Disney channel o nick.
.. uniform, ako ay uniform ng astronaut para maranasan kong makakilala ng aliens.
.. pangalan, ako ay mikaela at alphonse .
.. dekorasyon, ako ay dreamcatcher so I catch dreams.

At marami pang iba.

At yun nga… Corni ko. Paano kung isang araw, pagkagising ko ay magbagong anyo nga talaga ako? Hahanapin mo ba ako? ikaw? Ano gusto mo maging?

Kung ako papapiliin, gusto ko lang talaga maging pambura para bagay ako sa… mundo ko.

URGE

urge to watch moving images
watch films that are never shown to us
..films that some cannot digest and few will appreciate
..films that are extra-ordinary
..films made to indulge one's mind
..films that would teach me 'life'
..films that can be an inspiration
..films that would open the concealed part of my brain
..films that would myself unconsciously clap as the credits we're being shown
..films that could create an intense need for more
..films that could make my unopened mind to demand
..films that school do not let children to view
..films that are open to all issues
..films that are made by born film makers
..films..yes..films...i want to eat those moving images until i'm full.

Point Zero Two

School day’s just that. Grades. Grades and GRADES.

I feel like being torn between the words ‘good’ and ‘better’. Shit.

After evaluating my own death sentence a.k.a grades, I wanted to shout. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to dream and swim in the dreamworld God created for those who cannot dream dreams while awake. Emo?? Nah. I hate that word. And I feel more than that.

A suicidal, perhaps?? Just kidding.

I am a complete disappointment to my family. Though they never demand anything from me, I pressured myself to get great achievements in my academics.

I remember my graduation when I was kinder (year after nursery). I was wearing my ‘toga’ in a long queue of 5 year-old kids. I don’t care what other mothers get busy with until my teacher (her name’s LenLen) approached my mother who was then busy fixing my dress. I can’t really remember how my teacher said that I am included in honor roll. My mom’s face became excited. I could see how her eyes told me, “sana andito tatay at mga kuya mo…” but all I have was my Tita Tina. Fourth honor, yeah. So my teacher pulled me in front of the ‘geniuses’s geniuses’ and told them to move backward. Wow, I was an instant celebrity. One of my classmates suddenly asked me, “Bakit ka andyan? ‘M’ ka di ba?” so I answered him, “Ewan, fourth honor daw. Eh anu ba yun??” And blank. I could only remember wearing that medal and dealing with my kuya’s mocking statement, “Fourth Honor lang? Anu ba yan.”

From then on, it marked on my mind that getting an award is very much important for people. I should get better than a medal. I want to get a trophy that is harder and rare to achieve. I dunno what was that, but I can feel I’m in the right track when I started joining extra curricular activities in school. I thought ‘getting involved’ was great, and I was never wrong. I still got no medal; I just obtained experiences and knowledge. It may not be a circular shining metal, but I prefer to gain learning from what I call ‘Life’.

The weak point of a medal is that name’s encrypted in it but could be erased if not polished.

In the ground I chose, my name is immortal. Newspaper provides that motivation in me; Immortalization of the writer’s name. I also became a CAT officer and part of two term student council (junior and senior); But its politics, so I’m just sort proud of it. I still chose ‘pen and paper’ as my medium.

I thought my family will be proud when I presented the published issue (which I truly worked at) of ‘Panitik’ (official student publication of SFHS). Well, they read, they looked at it. And that ends there. No compliments. No cheers. Even mocking statements wasn’t heard. End.

Well, that’s my elementary and high school story. My college? Yeah, well, getting more achievements in FEU was totally blurred in me when I entered this University. I’m glad and very much thankful God blessed me by sending Advocate and tuition grants in my four years.

But nothing has changed. My family’s constant silence gave me pain that I almost feel all kinds of sadness in this world.

I worked for my ‘alas’ in the previous semester, I thought that getting over my 0.04 dearth might break the silence. But I failed… by 0.02. Cool? Cool. Effort’s not enough. My fault. Just me.
Grades; I was conscious about it for three years. Only in my final year I failed to focus… Because I wanted to experience what my friends call ‘Social Life’ which can be found away from books and office. If only I can hurt myself as punishment, but I control my own. If only I can turn back time to get over that shit grade and title.

I SHOULD’VE DONE BETTER.

What I suffer right now is my urge to ‘backspace’. But no major regrets in me. I chose not to be intelligent but a student who obtained knowledge through experience, not by quizzes, recitations, assignments or exams.

With this, I feel lucky I experienced how to be beaten up by Point Zero Two.

Pagkatapos, ANO NA??

Labing-tatlong araw na akong nakakulong sa aming bahay. Ayos. Gumagawa ng mga bagay na matagal ding hindi napunan. Tila isang dekada akong nawala. Hindi ko alam kung saan nakalagay ang panghugas sa plato. Hindi ko alam kung saan nakatago ang gunting. Hindi ko alam kung kalian ang huling beses ng pag-aayos ko sa aking damitan. Ayos. Para akong naging border sa sarili kong pamamahay. Hindi rin ako kilala ng mga pamangkin kong kasing ligalig ng mga ama nila. Hindi ko rin namalayan na buntis pala ang asawa ng kuya ko. Hindi ko napansin ang mabilis na pagtangkad ng kapatid ko. Hindi ko rin namalayan na marami nang alam ang paborito kong pamangkin, pwedeng pwede na siya pumasok sa eskwela. Hindi ko napansin na may mga bagong laro sa PSP namin. Hindi ko nakita ang mabilis na paglaki ng populasyon sa pamilya namin. Hindi ko naagapan ang mabilis na pagdami ng alikabok sa ilalim ng aking kama. Hindi ko namalayan ang paglipat sa ibang lugar ng TV namin, nasa itaas na ng maliit na kabinet. Hindi ko na nalabhan ang anak kong si Timboy. Para akong ibang tao dito matapos ang mga huling araw ko bilang estudyante.

Mga pagkukulang. Anak ako ng aking ama. Kilala pa kaya niya ako?

Labing-tatlong araw na akong ginigising ng matutunog na salita ni tatay. Siguro kung marunong siyang mag-rap eh ire-record ko na lang un para hindi na siya mapagod at medyo maganda pakinggan. Nakakabingi makinig. Nakakabulag ang kalat sa paligid. Oras na para magligpit pero kakakainin ako ng katamaran. Ito pala ang pakiramdam ng mga tambay.

Nagawa ko na ang paglilinis. Nakapagpalit na ng kurtina, bedsheeets at punda. Napunasan na ang mga alikabok Nagwalis at may floorwax na rin ang sahig. Maayos na ang lahat. Anu naman? Meron pa ba? Ah,oo, “bantayan mo muna ung mga bata,” sabi ni tatay nung mga unang araw kong pagtambay dito. Nagbantay. Makalipas ang ilang araw, nagbantay pa rin. Whoa! May mali yata. Hindi ito ang gusto ko. Mali. Maling mali. Nagawa ko na ito dati nang minsang hindi ako mag-enrol. Ayos. Ayoko na nito. Ayoko na magbantay.

Sinabi ko ang tungkol dito nang minsan akong sitahin sa pagta-type sa laptop na ito. Galit si ama. Ayos. Sabi na nga ba, wala siyang ibang pangarap sa akin kundi maging katulong. Pero matigas si mimi. Ayos. Sumagot. Pero hindi pabalang kundi mahinahon… mahinahon na kung saan ang mga salita ay kasing talim ng bagong hasang kutsilyo (biro lang J). Ayos ulit. Pagkatapos nun ay hindi na siya pinakealaman ng ama.

Pwede naman akong mag-alaga eh, pero pag tapos ko na gawin ang mga bagay na nagtuturo sa akin ng mga bagong kaalaman. Ayokong makulong lang sa bahay na tila nakahinto din ang sarili kong orasan.

Hindi ako batugan. Mas lalong hindi ako tamad. Ang gusto ko lang ay magkaroon ng mga gawain na lilikha ng mas astig na bagay kesa sa pagsaway sa mga cute na bata. Sana ay makita ni tatay na inaalagan ko naman ang mga cute babies na un. Wala kase siya tuwing nag-aalaga ako. Hay. Buhay nga naman… eto nga talaga un.

Sa labing-tatlong araw na pamamahinga, anu ang nakuha ko? Meron ba? Wala rin ata. Hindi talaga ako taong bahay. Hindi ‘lakwatsera’ ang tawag dun, ‘explorer’ ang tamang termino para sa dito. Mas lalo akong napapagod sa pag-upo at pagtulala. Mas nakakapagod umakyat-baba sa hagdan kesa maglibot sa mga bagong lugar. Mas ayos magkwento kesa magsaway. Ayoko na ng ganito. Gusto ko na umalis. Gusto ko na lumipad. Gusto ko na lumayo. Sana..magawa ko na. Ang tagal pa kase. Kailan pa? Sikreto ko un.

Nagulat rin ako sa mga pagbabago ng lugar namin. Paano ba naman, makikita lang ako sa labas ng bahay tuwing papunta at pagbalik mula sa eskwela. May bago palang tindahan ng meryenda sa labas ng bahay, may mga bagong lipat din, may mga bagong mukha, at mga bagong bata na naglalaro sa tapat ng gate kung saan ay madalang lamang ako mapadpad. Nakakamiss din talaga maging bata. Dati ay madalas ako makipaglaro sa kalye. Alam ko kung saan mas cool magtago pag tagu-taguan ang laro. Dati ako ang pinaka matangkad sa magkakalaro, ngayon ay mas malalaki na sila sa akin. Shumay, hindi na ako lumaki. Malawak ang kalye namin para sa patintero (ang pinaka paborito kong larong pinoy) pero wala nang naglalaro nito. Masaya din naman pala kahit papano ang aking pagkabata. Ayos.

Masaya ba ako ngayon? Isa lang ang sagot dyan…

HINDI.

Striped THOUGHTS

can't construct good sentences..
my mind can't form happy thoughts..
can't figure out what my mind wants to say..
shits.
bored..
tired...

escape?..
from where? from whom?

from THEM.

Who am I? (Just a part of Mi)

THIS ESSAY WAS ONE OF MY PEACE EDUCATION SUBJECT’S ASSIGNMENTS. I GREATLY ENJOYED WRITING STUFFS LIKE THIS FOR MY PROFESSOR SINCE HE IS VERY LENIENT IN HIS TEACHING. HE WOULD ALWAYS SAY, “JUST PUT YOURSELF IN YOUR WRITING” OR”INCLUDE YOUR PERSONAL EXPERIENCES IN YOUR ESSAY”. TO CHAZE SANCULI, I GIVE MY THANKS AS YOU OPENED GREAT IDEAS IN MY MIND, I MISS YOUR HUGS.

“You have to start believing. You are not a loser. You are bound to be the best, so live up to it.” –Hazel Sanculi, Former Editor of the Advocate.

This is what she told me when I attempted to quit in the organization I am dreaming of. From the time I realize what she wanted me to understand, I told to myself that things might be more complicated than what others is experiencing at this very moment.

I entered college so quickly that my high school aura is still in me. During high school, my classmates tells me that I’m the toughest person and I see things as a challenge – yet my weaknesses became visible when I made a commotion between different sections through my undisputed hand (with the use of a magical chalk) and mind. The consciousness I had was very frail.

So when I enrolled at this prestigious university, I was never happy with the environment I’m having during my first two years. Maybe, it’s because I still can’t figure out how to deal with this enormous surrounding.

It was the moment I qualified for the FEU Advocate. And it’s the same time I started knowing myself better. Who am I?

Mimi, Mort, Nervs, Nerva, Nini, Mine, Mini, Mumi, whatever people call me, I am me…just Minerva.

To my family, I am the studious and talkative ‘only’ daughter. To my high school friends, I am the ‘playful’ one. To my college friends, I am the ‘know-it-all’. To my classmates, I am the ‘nerd’. To my Advocate family, I am the ‘bully-mimi’, boss, power-tripper, writer, organizer and fun-to-be-with.

But I never relied the evolution of my personality from those perceptions. Once in a while, I give myself time to reflect, to weigh things and choose what matters most. This is vital for my self-development. Every person’s attitude is dynamic. It’s my way of knowing ‘Minerva’ better. No one knows the real me. Each person has their own secrets, and their own way of assessing one’s self.

I think it’s important that I know myself better than what other people do since I can analyze the situations I encounter. Back then, I believed that I am a quitter – the epitome of a loser. Now, I believe I that I am tough and confident enough to pursue my dream and continue the life through the life I want to live with forever. The real Minerva is always conceded.

MIMI’s PROFILE

Two fresh writers from the Advocate started their role in the organ by writing a profile article on me. Yes, they chose me . I was very happy when they asked for an interview. It was an honour and a privilege. And here, I stole this copy from Miriam’s flash drive. Just read this, okay? Papasabugin ko ang mag-edit neto. *wink*

Beyond Those Eyeglasses
By Miriam Dungao & Jeane Calvo

“Ayoko ng paulit-ulit, nakakapagod,” this is what FEU Advocate’s senior writer quotable quote in their office.

At first sight, she may seem to be nerd, shy and serious unlike the typical lass and a teenager of today’s society. But when you get to know her more, you can say she’s the girl that everyone will enjoy to be with.
As she entered her college life in Far Eastern University (FEU), she had made her name a big mark to her schoolmates, friends, and classmates not only because of her intelligence, but also the way she treats everyone.
Born at St. Therese Hospital, Quezon City on the 11th day of July year 1987, from a well provided family and the only girl among the six siblings, Minerva Miciano is now one of the FEU’s assets as she plays her role – student journalist. In her fifth year as an AB Mass Communication student, she is an older sister to everyone.

Being a Tamaraw
It is truly an inspiration to Minerva’s fellow students her dedication to her work and responsibilities to her Alma Mater.
“Time management lang ‘yan”, as what Minerva often says when she was always asked how she was able to deal with all her works without any complaints because for her, everything she does, she enjoys. Minerva believes that when she worked hard for a certain matter, everything will come out just fine. And everyone can really see her noticeable patience and perseverance that bring her to where she is now.

Mi and mi
Gifted with great intelligence and stands out for her communication skills within the organization, she was promoted to the Executive Board garnered the Executive Secretary position.
Her OJT was really an advantage for her. The people who handled her on her work served as her path who guided her to be the 1st National Probe of the year for an excellent article “Rice Price Hike” where she discussed the continuous price increase of the rice.

Soaring high
After Minerva graduated, she dreams of applying in a dubbing company because according to her, she can change the intonation of her voice into different kinds of characters like Cinderella as she labelled as her most favourite one.
And for her second priority, she can imagine herself working in a bookstore even just a cashier at first. At the age of 27, she has set her mind to have her own cafe’, bookstore, and an internet shop.
In addition, she also wanted to have a huge building with her business partner Arnold, her best friend and classmate during her high school days which comprises of 8 floors that accommodates less fortunate people such as street children, ill persons, mentally defected persons and many more that ordinary people cannot notice. And with this dream business, Mimi still wanted her co- Advocates to be her working partners on managing it.

Minerva as a friend
Cool, the word that everyone can often hear from Minerva. And to be exact, it best describes her. On the first side, she seems to be very simple and ordinary person inside the campus and who would think that she is a very extra ordinary human being when it comes on dealing with different people. Her childish aspects make people around her laugh and smile which made Minerva’s unique attitude different from any typical gifted persons with great intellectual instincts.
It’s not only this attitude that marked in the hearts of her friends but also for her inspiring and encouraging words. She always says “Kaya mo ‘yan”, whenever her peers feel down and helpless. She view life as a combination of success and failures and whenever a person falls, she must stand up and treat that experience a lesson and a stepping stone to achieve whatever her goals are.

A great success
Minerva’s perseverance lighted her path to her greatest achievements in life as a student and a career person- having given six articles during probation period, being the 1st National Probe and being the Executive Secretary of the Editorial Board.
Soon enough, physically, she will leave FEU and the organization she loved so much more than being a student in search for greater opportunities. But, her footprints will remain vital inside the premises of her Alma Mater and hopefully, there will be another Minerva Miciano within the FEU who will follow her steps.

Informal Fallacies examples by Mi

The following was my assignment for finals in LOGIC. Grool.

1. Argumentum as Hominem
- Ad hominem abusive
At the office, my news editor said, “You are stupid! You wrote the stupid article without my consent!”
- Ad hominem circumstantial
At the office I was the secretary, Arvin said, “Why are you not tallying by five? You’re stupid! (Laughing) You are really just a secretary.”
- Ad hominem tu quoque
Unggoy: You are flirting with that guy!
BukangLiwayway: And so are you with those girls!

2. Argumentum ad Populum
The word “cool” became popular in our office. So whenever I speak, I often say the word at the beginning and end of my sentences.

3. Argumentum ad Misericordian
Sir Dulay: Minerva, I don’t know what happened to you. You’re failing. Back then, you’re not my problem but now your grades are very low.
Minerva: I know, sir. It’s never your fault. It’s mine.

4. Argumentum ad Baculum
Student Council holds the student publication funds if they were not happy/satisfied with the articles written in the school paper especially when they didn’t see their institute names in it.

5. Argumentum ad Ignorantiam
BukangLiwayway broke up with Unggoy because her cousin saw his boyfriend flirt a gorgeous smart girl. Not enough evidence because there was no other proof aside from the testimonial. I believe it is considered as a totally gossip.

6. Fallacy of ignoring the question
Lapis: Is your pen having ink?
Pambura: It’s a Pilot.

7. Fallacy of Composition
“All Advocate members must join the Journalism writing competition in Baguio,” said an Admin official. But not all the members are writers; we also have photographers, Lay-out artists and artists.

My Best Buddy

Oo na, pambata na ang title. Eh anu naman??

Eto, nagbukas na naman ako ng Microsoft word. Habang nagbubukas, hinuhukay ko na sa aking utak ang gusto kong isulat... Anu ba ang nasa isip ko ngayon?
Mali. Maling mali. Maling tanong.
Naisip ko si Randy, ang best bud kong mabilis na napalapit sa akin. Kasing lapit ng mata sa bibig.
Eto, best bud, para sayo to: …
Sabi ni mimi sa kanyang sarili: Mali ang tanong mong ‘anu ba ang nasa isip mo?’ Ang dapat daw ay ‘Anu ba ang nasa puso mo?’
Oo nga naman. Napaisip ako dun ha. Anu nga ba ang nasa puso ko sa mga oras na ito?
Ah, oo, ang masakit na pakiramdam nang sabay kaming magka mood swings ni Randy kanina habang magka-chat.
Oha, hindi ko alam kung anung meron sa kanya: Malamig. Tahimik. Madilim nang kaunti. Ibang-iba sa kahapong usapan na walang dead air sa cyber world. Hindi naubusan ng ikukwento sa isa’t-isa. Hindi naubusan ng mga pelikula na ila-line up kapag nag-ube na. Hindi naubusan ng mga tanong tungkol sa patuloy na pag-ikot ng mundo at ang hiwaga ng pagkakabalanse nito sa buhay ng tao.
Deep ba? Hindi rin.
Ang salitang “weh” ang nagpatigil saglit sa usapang todo ang kadramahan. Parang sinasampal ko daw siya tuwing nasasabi ko iyon.
Nakakalungkot. Nalungkot ako. At alam ko, mas malungkot siya.
Pasensiya na, best bud… Banat un na galing lang sa kung saan para may masabi lang.
Wala akong kamalay-malay, nasampal ko na pala siya. Sobra. Sobra akong nasaktan nang mga oras na iyon. Sabi ko pa naman sa aking sarili: Iingatan ko talaga ang pagkakaibigan namin ni Randy.
Pero eto, nasaktan ko siya. Anung klaseng kaibigan ba si Mimi?
Nag-sorry. Nag-ingles. Nag-sorry ulit. Ok daw. Wala daw iyon. Sigh. Oo. Sige.
Kinabukasan: Nagka-chat ulit. Oha. Expect na may “weh” na mauulit sa session na ito.
Sabi niya, “nlu2ngkot nga ako knina... kc kung di ako mkkpunta bukas e di n kita mkikita”
Mabilis na nagtype si mimi: “weh”
Oha. Oha eto nanaman ako. Di ko sinasadya. Gusto ko na talaga murahin ang sarili ko sa sobrang katangahan. Shit. Naulit nanaman.
Ang resulta? Mas malamig na Randy.
I’m sorry. Sobra. Kung pwede lang pumasok sa screen ng laptop na ito para lang makita siya sa kabilang dako ng ym na iyon. Gusto ko siyang yakapin at humingi ng tawad.
Oo na. Ang nasa isip mo ay maliit na bagay lang iyon. Bakit kami ganito? Di ko din alam.
Uh… naniniwala ako na maliliit na bagay lang ang tunay na nakakapagpasaya at nakakasakit sa isang tao.
Ay! Naman! Namimiss ko na siya… Gusto ko na tuloy siya makita. Hay… Sorry na best bud, okay? ...
Best Bud Randy.
Kung ipapadescribe siya saken sa mga sandaling ito, malamang, kakailanganin ko ng mahigit sa isang oras para lang makapag-isip ng tamang terms para sa kanya.
Sa tuwing tinatanong ko sa aking sarili kung sino si Randy, napakaraming imahe, mukha, memories at salita ang pumapasok sa isip ko kahit sandali pa lang kami nagkakasama.
Hindi siya ang tipikal na fine arts student (slow ang buhay niya sa campus), hindi rin siya ang tipikal na tahimik (dahil ang totoo marami siyang kwento sa katawan), hindi siya ang tipikal na mahilig sa musika (isa siyang taong nota), hindi siya ang tipikal na mahilig sa pelikula (isa siyang kritiko), hindi siya ang tipikal na anak (di ko masabi), hindi rin siya ang tipikal na kaibigan (isa siyang ‘best bud’), hindi siya ang tipikal na empleyado (dahil may iba pa siyang gusto), at higit sa lahat, hindi siya ang tipikal na nagmamahal o nagmahal o kung anu pang tawag niyo dun (dahil..uh..secret ko un!).
Naging malapit siya sa akin nang kasing bilis ng pag-apparate ni Harry Potter sa Book 6. Nagkape. Nag-usap. Nag-kwentuhan. Nag-ube. Nanuod ng pelikula. At nagpalitan ng mga impormasyon tungkol sa kanya-kanyang karanasan sa lugar kung saan ay itinuring naming “Ultimate Tambayan”. Baduy? Oo. Pero masaya.
Sana wala nang mood swings. Sana puro kwentuhan na lang. Okay? Okay! Ayos? Ayos! Cool? Cool!!!