Sunday, June 22, 2008

June 21, 2008: good day?


The day started as any other school day would, we were to take 3 brain draining exams, wahaha… so as the day went on, the test came one by one but I enjoyed it, laughed with my professors and CI. In short the day was great. Until the time came, when subject which I eagerly anticipated was here, especially when discussed by our knowledgeable professor, sir euge, the topic is LOVE, the subject where I am a failure. I like the topics being discussed because it has given new light to the previous experiences I had, but hadn’t got a clue on what the heck is happening with me and my relationships… the discussion went well I absorb as much as I can because the examples, analogies, and situations are real, practical and easily understood. So it was a superb way to end a day which started great. But I spoke too soon.

After classes I assume another role other than a nursing student, I become a member of the student council. So a meeting was held yesterday and supposedly another meeting right “AFTER CLASS” which meant for 4:30 to me in the afternoon, so I came into our office, with the door not properly locked so I expected someone to be inside but it came to me as a shock when I saw no one. So I assumed that they we’re grabbing a bite to eat, of course I waited and waited, until I got hungry so as any person with the right mind would do, I went out of campus and speeded to a fast-food chain near our school. Where I ordered take out, because intended to meet them there(at the office), so after getting my meal I went back to campus hoping and expecting them to be there, but I went in the office with the same scenario as I first came in, no one in sight. So I still waited while enjoying my lonely meal with me, me and me. Until I got tiered of waiting, and left with a message on our board,

“guys, I waited poe for WHAT?

I left at 6:35pm and I bought batteries for the clock

-yhel. 06.21.08”

So I left campus with disappointment and frustration. I brought it up to the point I shouted at my little sister, upon arriving home, I know it wasn’t kind of me to do so. But the frustration was really there. I sent a group message saying:

“do you the feeling of being left out to wait for someone or something to come or happened? Well I have encountered many,. T.T

With a post scriptum: you know I’m not that strong

evening!”

Since talk was over-rated, I went on to mind more immediate things like my assignments then my bigbro(our council chairman) sent a message asking what happened? And he was on his way home, I didn’t bother to send a reply, cause the frustration in them was still in me, I didn’t want to talk about it at that moment. But I think after an hour he called me.

He asked “what happened to you?” I said “you really want to know?” Then I told him why I was acting all emo and such. I wasn’t informed that the meeting was held earlier than my dismissal and no one bothered to inform of such. If I was informed, I didn’t wait as not to waste my time cause I’m bombarded with a lot of things to do… so I stressed my reason of frustration, he apologized and I know once he says such things like advices, life-lessons and apologies he really means it. It was how I came to know him. Then he was about to give me advice about a problem which was troubling me for long period of time. Before he proceeded I butted in, saying this is how I cope up with experiences which are new and difficult for me to give an immediate response. Well that was where our long discussion was initiated and topics like love, pain, pain thresh hold, offering one’s self for the service of others and responsibilities until he said, “we would have more times to talk, since you are doing your assignments, I must go as not to delay your work.” And then after talking to him I felt better, finished my assignments and eventually thought of putting this day’s experience in a blog post. Thank you for reading!!! Take care olweiz!!!

All I ever wanted was to be with you


All I ever wanted was to be with you, but it seems that wish had an early demise…

It started when I met you, so innocent, unique, and smart. The traits which appeal to me the most, I actually didn’t mind you before because I sensed you had something going on with another person. So I just adored you from afar so as not to drag attention to myself. Watching from afar I learned more things about you, until one day that person came up to me and said “wala na kami… at hindi na puedeng maging kami… (iyak)”, as I sympathized that person’s pain, at the back of my mind I was shouting for joy, now its my turn. So I took and grabbed all the opportunities just to be with you. I enjoyed every single minute of it, though I was just fantasizing that you felt something for me too. It never fails to amaze me on how I never get tired of your angelic smile (for me). So as to be with you always I invited you to join our group in a competition and there you met someone who will make your heartbeat once again. I was crushed and broken because of that but I will learn that it will not be the hardest thing to accept. As you struggle to gain that person’s attention I just right behind you accepting each blow from your countless efforts to do so. Time after time I see you facing rejection, and time after time I was also getting hurt, wanting to shout out loud, “nandirito lang ako, nagpapakatanga para sa’yo! sana pansinin mo naman ako!” I was head over heels for you, but I thought you never noticed. Well you outgrew your infatuation, but I didn’t. Now I was even more persistent to grab your attention. Days have past and all remained the same, until I heeded advice from my bigbro, kapatad, amd very close friends on what should I do. I laughed and took some seriously, but try as I might I didn’t succeed in getting your attention. Did I just fall for your sweet attitude or was there something more to that? I was soon to know.

Words of the upcoming election stormed the school, as I promised myself to involve in such activities, I was readily available for any position and party. That was when I made a decision that I regret today, I invited you to join, sure at first it sounded like a good idea, but that was the apparent good in the situation. I gave my one hundred percent trust in your capabilities. I never thought that you would let me down (I know im exaggerating). I felt like a child abandoned by his mother when you came up to me and embraced me and said silently “im sorry”. It broke my spirit and I felt all alone in this world. I continued the child’s play as I left acting like I was okay but deep inside I wasn’t even a single bit of being okay. As I got home I cried my heart out, but like they say don’t cry over spilled milk. After I was cool, calm and collected I sent you a text message, asking for an apology for such an act. I waited for a reply but didn’t receive one so I slept, upon waking up in the morning I found a number of messages and one came from you, dated February 18. I read the message well knowing it was from you and it said:

“Yhel. . Nku. . Super naiintindihan kita. . aq dpat ang humingi ng sorry s kaguluhan ng icp q. . Hay. . Yhel, ur not abandond. , sna tlga di mging rison s pgkkron ng gap, . Im always here dn nman, just be vocal bout ur probs or anything. . yhel, nhhya tlg aq s inyo ni kua ****, . pti s grup. . Hay. . Love you”

At the sight of the message I didn’t know what to feel. How can I be vocal about my problem, if my problem is you? With the last two words of your message, I started to feed my wild imaginations of thoughts that will just make it harder for me to heal. My love for you was always there, but as time past I asked myself, “worthy ba siya para iyakan ko?”, and my bigbro also said that to me… it took me such a long time to realize how I was wasting my time… but I, THANK YOU for making my birthday a special one… you guys surprised me, though I was frustrated at the situation we was in. All my pain was temporarily vanish as I cherished that moment… that singular moment I saw your smile once again… I really regret all the things I’ve done. If I could have you back again, I will make all things right, but I know that will never happened… I want to talk to you but I am afraid, weak isn’t it?? I play on with this façade of being strong when deep inside only one thing can make weak and vulnerable.

Right now I’m in the process of recovering, this has only happened again after 3 years…

How I wish I can put a LARGE sign saying:

Heart under REPAIR please bear with the Inconvenience!!

P.S.

May or may not be fictional, you’ll be the judge of that…

Tears… tears… tears... tears…


written on : may 31, 2008