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When You’re Used To Being Alone
The photo below was taken thru self-timer. I have a nice and cozy room, right? This is my room at Microtel during my overnight stay in Baguio. I stayed in a room good for two yet I am the only one who occupied that big room.
Alone in a Hotel Room for Two - AGAIN
See, I am used to being alone – travelling, working, eating and all other tasks. I know a number of people who would rather stay in one place with someone than ride a bus or take the plane alone. I also know a number of individuals who would rather bring baon or not eat at all than to eat alone in public. I can pinpoint some people at the workplace or in school who would rather work with other people than do some tasks alone. I am the exception to all these.
Doing things on my own gives me the sense of accomplishment. I feel like I am independent and that I can function by myself. I learned not to depend on other people for me to be productive. Past experiences also taught me not to do things solely for one person. If you want to do something, do not let a certain person push you up or pull you down. Of course, a little inspiration will help, but depending on someone all the time will mess up things later on. Believe me.
Ok, I can rant and rant about being alone here and how good I am on handling it. But I have a confession to make:
I’m so tired of being alone – literally.
Protected: A Father’s Day Story
PENTHOUSE – The Place I Once Called Home
Today is Easter Sunday. I bet most of my readers are sleeping as I type this entry at 3AM. I’m not yet sure if i’ll be taking the 3:30 AM bus trip to Manila or the 4AM or 5 or 6. I blame my work schedule on why I have to leave Dagupan City on a Sunday.
Guess who spent 15 years of her life living in that penthouse?
See, i had no plans of going back here in Dagupan last week. I decided five hours before I left Manila that I will be spending my Holy Week break in a nice hotel in the Bangus City. It was my dream since I was a kid that at least I try to stay here even just for one night and now it feels good that I finally fulfilled that plan of mine.
Most of my Dagupan-based friends asked me why I didn’t go to our house. Well, Lolo and Lola went to Naga for the yearly reunion of the Santamaria’s. I never had the chance to visit their new place (they moved out just this January) and yes, I don’t have a key so how can I enter in the house? 
Yesterday afternoon, I decided to have my very own version of Dagupan Photowalk. It was only now that I appreciate every little detail in this city through the photos I took. Now I see the old buildings which was never revamped after the 1990 earthquake, the ruins caused by the different typhoons that struck the city and all the other details that I would rather not elaborate here. Let us just say that I didn’t really explore Dagupan City that much.
Then I went back to our old house/school.
If you are thinking that I used to live inside a University campus, well, you’re right.
Siderodromophobia
October 31 MRT Santolan-Annapolis Station
The phobia related to the extreme fear of trains, railroads and travel by rail is Siderodromophobia.
Kaninang 7:30 ng gabi, akala ko ay katapusan ko na.
Kasama ang ilan sa mga pasahero ng MRT na nagmamadaling umuwi, kami ay naistranded sa bandang gitna ng Ortigas at Santolan-Annapolis station. Ilang beses nagbukas-sarado ang pintuan ng tren noong nasa Ortigas station pa ito, pero hindi kami pinababa ng drayber. Habang ito ay umaandar, biglang may pumutok malapit sa pwesto ng drayber. Bigla na lang nangamoy sa loob ng tren at marami ang halos magpanic. Naisipan ko pa ngang i-text ang ilan kong kaibigan para ipaalam na baka iyon na ang huling araw na ilalagi ko sa mundo. Binuksan namin ang mga bintana ng tren para kami naman ay makahinga ng mabuti at hindi mamatay sa amoy ng umuusok na kuryente.
Alam mo ba kung ano ang iniisip ko habang ako ay naistranded sa gitna ng MRT railway? Ayoko pang mamatay. Hindi pa ako handa. Marami akong mga pangarap na kailangan pang tuparin at maraming nagmamahal sa akin na paniguradong malulungkot kung sakaling ako ay pumanaw na sa mundong ito. Ayoko rin mamatay sa gitna ng isang alanganing lugar dahil may tsansang hindi marekober ang bangkay ko. Hindi rin ako magdadalawang-isip na tumalon sa bintana ng tren para ako ay makaligtas sa isang aksidente. Ganun pala ang feeling lalo na’t halloween pa. Tsktsk.
Stranded na nga, nagpplurk pa
Nakakatuwa lang isipin na nagawa ko pang mag-plurk sa bingit ng kamatayan. OA ba ang pagkalahad ko sa nangyari sa akin kanina? Siguro. Pero nakakanerbyos. Nakakakaba. Nakakatakot. nakakapagpabagabag. ‘Di ako sigurado kung tama yang spelling na yan, pero yan ang naramdaman ko kanina. Sakto lang.
An Open Letter to my Five Boy Friends
I had a blast last week with the Bloggers’ Choice award that I received. The other afternoon, I received an email indicating that I won in an online writing contest that pushed me to renew my passport (which expired ten years ago LOL) immediately. I’m thankful that DFA responded in my online application query just in time. Just this afternoon, I went to DFA and processed my papers. I’ll be claiming my passport on October 22, a day before my flight ^_^
The photo above was taken in a blogger event sometime in December last year. When my friend took this photo and I saw it, i told him that this photo depicts a thousand words and I’m going to use it in a blog post soon. Now this is it!
Anyway, the intro of this post and the photo above has nothing to do with the blog title hehe. I simply want to write a letter to some male friends of mine who somewhat made me feel either too happy or too sad the previous days. No matter what caused my temporary anger or happiness, I would like to let them know that I am thankful for having them in my life…