He's Getting Married

He’s getting married
Tonight I sit here on my bed, alone with a bottle of beer and a phone with tons of memories. I was rereading our previous conversations both in viber and on my messages, I’m struggling to find out what the hell went wrong. We were childhood best of friends. We live nearby each other. Our friends were friends. Apparently, our moms were best of friends too. We’re both 28. We’re both not expressing our commitment to each other. All I know is that, we both have each other because we feel like it. We’re always together. Our friends had grown tired of asking, “Kayo na ba?” everytime they see us holding hands, but we just smile and reply: “Not yet.” You fetch me on my Krav Maga classes. I tell you cranky stories about my day. I am telling you what happened to me at work, what my boss said, and you were laughing everytime – you were happy everytime, and the saddest thing is, I am too.
We had petty fights whenever you make stubborn decisions (which is — everytime) like selling your car for a smaller brand new one because you just feel like doing so. We fight because you were so stupid at times – but the saddest thing here is that, we were both happy. WE.WERE.BOTH.HAPPY.. and contented.
Not until you made this girl, a 17-year old girl! A mother of your first born. The sad thing is, you were so brave to tell me that you’ve become a father and a husband to a woman you barely knew and my goodness! She’s even younger than your youngest sister! I told you it’s okay not to marry her. I told you that your obligation is only to be a FATHER to the child. But you answered that it’s kind of selfish to do so.
I thought, you, getting married is the saddest news of all but apparently it’s not. The saddest thing is when I asked you, “Don’t you love me? Even a bit?” You answered:
“It’s too late.”

AteGirl
College of Nursing
200*

Revenge

Kakaibang revenge to my cheating, lying ex-boyfriend.

Nagisip ako ng kakaibang super awesomesauce revenge sa ex-boyfriend kong t%$##%^ Nalaman ko kasing may third wheel, (at madami talaga siyang babae) Nainis pa ko kasi magkatabi pa kami ng building nung babae. Taga Eng'g siya. Nak nam pusa, natanga talaga ako ng bonggang bongga. Sabi pa nung babae nung tinanong ko siya, "I'm not in the position to say it to you pero if you want, you can ask him" NAK NAM PUSA YUN PALA ALAM NIYA NA THIRD WHEEL SIYA. Naiyak ako nun. I felt betrayed in the worst way. Nag effort ako eh, alam niyo un? Ang hirap kaya mag print screen at mag crop para may ebidensya ako na naging kami. Nahirapan pa kong ipag send send sakanya yun, fully aware naman pala yung kabit. Anak ng nanay, ang tanga ko. So here's what I did.

Bumalik sakin yung ex ko after their retreat. Sabi niya iniwan niya na daw ung Eng'g girl. (Asa naman, di ako naniniwala. Dyusko) So what I did was hinack ko yahoomail ng ex ko para mabuksan FB nya. Nag change password ako pero ni log in of devices ko kasi dun siya nagf-FB sa android niya. Nakita ko ung mga convo, pucha. ANG DAMI NIYANG BABAE GRABEEEE! Mga pinatulan siya, 'di siya pinatulan. Di ko na alam ung iba. TAPOS SILA PA NUNG ENG'G GIRLALOO nak nam pusa.

Ganito ung mga convo nila eh
ex: "Hi baby, skype "
girl 2: "Di na kita mahal. Di na din kita gusto okay."
ex: "Na miss ka alaga ko eh "
girl 2: "Wala ka alaga"
ex: "dali na papasa load"

SERYOSO. ANO BA NAMAN KLASENG LALAKI YAN.
eto pang isa, ung ka batch niya
ex: "Hi S*****"
girl 3: "Hi"
ex: "Patingin na ng pic "
girl 3: "Wat pic?"
ex: "pic ng ______"
YUCK. Sobrang dami paaaa, kadiri

Ang ginawa ko, pinagp-PRINT SCREEN ko lahaaaat lahat ng mga nilandi niya, girlfriend niya. Nag group chat ako sakanila gamit account nung ex ko. Sinend ko lahat ng mga print screen :)) Tapos 'di pa ko kuntento, gumawa ako ng photo album, title: "Mga Babae Ko. Proud of it." Tapos I posted the pictures, pinagtatag ko silang lahat. "Girl 1", "Girl 2", "Girl 3" (Syempre ako ung girl 1 hahahaha) and biglang chinat ni ex ung kabit niyang Eng'g girl "Babe, wait lang ah, may 'di ko ma open yung yahoomail ko saka FB ko sa PC" Tapos nagmamadali na ko nun "Hutahena, hutahenaaaa!!!!!" tapos upload complete, sent messages LIFE IS AWESOME.

After 2 minutes, na change password niya. Daaaamn I didn't get to see the reaction nung babaeng taga Eng'g. Na curious kasi ako eh. Pano kaya pag ganun, ano nalang sasabihin niya? "AY SHEMS! AKALA KO BA AKO LANG UNG KABIT? BAPUTA MADAMI PALA KAMING KABIT???" Nakakainis lang, nag effort pa talaga ako eh no. Sabi pa niya sa ex ko "Pwede bang pag nag DM sayo si *insert my name here* , gagaguhin ko, mahal? :))" OMG girl.

So di talaga ako nakuntento sa ginawa ko. Ang ginawa ko pa, nakita ko sa convo nila ung twitter account nung babae, saka ung password. Binigay nya sa ex ko. So I opened hers, nag change pw ako and posted the pictures there habang ka DM ung ex ko. Sabi niya "Mag move on ka nalang, bakit mo ba 'to ginagawa?" Sabi ko naman, "I did this to teach you a lesson you'll never forget, f***tard" And sabi naman nung babae "Leave me alooone! Bakit nyo ba 'ko dinadamay dito?"
me: "Di kita dinadamay, girl. Kasali ka talaga Naging kayo throughout our relationship and fully aware ka dun "
ex: "Galing mo mag edit ah. Ibalik mo na nga twitter nya!"

GREAAAT. EDITED DAW AMP. So I kept sending uncropped printscreen photos and binalik ko din kay girl ung twitter niya. Di pa ko nakuntento. I posted it on my blog for all the world to see. It has 100+ blogpost views already. I'll post it on the comments if ever ma post 'to, and if gusto nyo. Para pag sinearch nyo pangalan nung lalaki sa google, un makikita niyo. I explained myself rin sa blog ko. Why did I do what I did? Bakit ko grinoup chat yung mga babae niya at sinend lahat ng prinintscreen ko? Bakit ako gumawa ng album at pinagtatag lahat ng babae niya? Simple. I hate what he did. Ilang beses ko nang sinabi sakanya na I've had guys in my life pero none of them cheated. Siya pa talaga. Sobrang natanga ako pero I stood up from it. Sabi ko ayokong ayoko na may tutulad sa Daddy ko, Lolo ko, isang Lolo ko, Tito ko, yung isang Tito ko pa. AYOKO. I hate what they did. I guess, I'm not only standing up for myself this time. I'm standing up for all the girls who are victims of cheating. Mom, Lola, Lola 2, Tita 1, Tita 2. I am very satisfied, I am very sorry and lastly, I hope this will teach you a lesson you'll never forget, f***tard. See you around.


I hope not.

game changer
2010
College of Education

You are the only exception

Bata pa lang ako, namukat na ako sa katotohan na walang forever. Naghiwalay ang mama at papa ko when I was 8 years old dahil nakabuntis si papa. Since only child ako at mas mahal ko ang mama ko, sa kanya ako sumama. Simula nun, kinamuhian ko na ang papa ko at lahat ng mga lalaki. Pinag-aral ako sa girls school hanggang high school. But everything changed when I went to UST.

He is the first guy I met in the university. He said he was gay. He became my best friend. He treated me like a princess. Bumibisita siya lagi sa bahay. Siya ang bantay ko pag may sakit ako. Para siyang si mama pag nag-aalala. He'll call me to wake me up and sing me to sleep over the phone. One day, paggising ko may bouquet of flowers sa bed side ko. I flipped and I saw him there sitting beside my bed. He smiled. And he started to talk with a manly voice.

Him: Good morning princess.
Me: (nagulat pa rin dahil iba yung boses niya)
Him: Alam kong nagulat ka. Siguro iniisip mo kung panaginip lang ito, but no, this is reality.

He held my hand.

Him: I have something to tell you... I am not gay. Nagpretend ako na gay ako kasi when I first saw you, I fell in love with you. I wanted to be close to you pero nalaman kong galing ka sa girls school and I thought na hindi ka ganun ka-open sa boys. Naconfirm ko na tama ako nung naging friend kita. I love you. Sinabi mo sakin na you won't be open for love. You won't be open to men dahil sa ginawa ng papa mo. But I tell you this, I love you and from the day when you let me become your friend, I've taken care of you and I will take care of you till my last breath.

Hindi ko napigilan ang mga luha ko. At ang nasabi ko lang...

Me: I'm glad na hindi ka gay. I'm glad that I've fallen in love with the right guy.

Sa ngayon, three years na kaming kasal at may two kids na rin kami. Sa husband ko, salamat dahil kahit na naniniwala akong walang forever, you proved to be the only exception.

Hailey Williams
2006
AMV College of Accountancy

Remembering Her

She was smart; brilliant, even. She was astonishingly witty. She was gorgeous and adorable at the same time. She could instantly make you fall in love just by simply being herself. She was my first everything.

I knew that I’d love her the first time that I saw her. “This girl,” I thought, “I’d never get her. Totally out of my league,” I was a pessimist. How could a guy like me ever get a girl as beautiful as her? That’s why I loved her from afar. I never told anyone, not even my best friend, that I liked her. They would all laugh at me.

She was having a hard time in one of our subjects then. I was known in our class to excel in that subject, and so she approached me to ask for help. I was so nervous. Our classmates were staring, her friends were watching, and I was shaking. Nevertheless, I answered all of her questions, except one.

“Dylan, ok lang ba kung magpapaturo ako sa’yo after ng class?”

I was speechless. There was the girl of my dreams, in front of me, inviting me to a study session.

“Uhm….” I uttered,

“Thanks, Dylan! You’re the best!” And she skipped back to her seat.

Later that day, while studying, she handed me a letter and “went to the washroom”.

It said (exact words):

“Dylan,
Seeing you everyday makes me happy.. but being with you is bliss.”

I asked her out on our senior year. We got married 3 years later.
Now, almost 4 years after her death, I’m in love with another girl.

She calls me daddy.

We miss you, sweetheart. Thalia says she hopes you're doing fine there in heaven.
We love you.

Dylan
2005
Faculty of Pharmacy

Suicide is not the best answer

At a very young age, specifically two years old, I lost my mother because she committed suicide. My father, who is a very committed man: to his vices, mistresses, and alcohol constantly beat my mother every day in front of me when she was alive. Then came a time when she finally chose to give up. I still remember my mom whispering "You will be stronger than me, I'm sorry. Forgive me, my son. I love you." as she drank the so-called "sleeping juice" in front of me. When I was five, my father married his one of his mistresses (because he impregnated her) and they bore a daughter named Chelsea. I remember my step-mom attempting to drown me every time she gave me a bath. She would strangle me, curse at me, and hit me. As time went, when I was already ten, I got diagnosed with brain tumor, my father and step mom talked, and they’ve decided to completely disown me. I was literally put up for adoption. None of my relatives would adopt me because one: I am sick and was “about to die”, two: I did a terrible job in school and was constantly sent to the disciplines office for fighting back. So, in the end of the adoption story, I was then adopted by my grandmother, who accepted me wholeheartedly, fed me, cared for me, mentored me, and loved me. She paid for my brain tumor surgery and I became partially well. Life was going well until one regular school day, a phone call from the guidance office gave me an unexpected news: my grandmother died of a heart attack. I broke down in tears. It came to the point when they had to get officials to talk to me because I locked myself in the men’s room for six long hours. I sat in the cubicle and reflected: “Nobody is there for me now that she is gone. Who is gonna love me?” I was still bald that time so the bullying became thrice as worse, it came to the point that they’d beat me. I really had no friends or family. At a very young age, I was exposed to suicide. Thoughts of suicide came in every day and night. There was never a minute that passed without suicidal thoughts coming towards me. So finally, I’ve decided to commit suicide. I was in a verge of jumping from our school building for an instant death, until a group of people stopped me. They told me that they totally feel me, so I became comforted and a tagged along in their group. My friends were bullies, so I bullied too. College came by and I was eighteen, and little did I learn that my friends have become drug addicts, players, and alcoholics. While I was in the group, I was forced to have sex with random girls. I impregnated a girl named Jen, who was only sixteen that time. Love never came in my sight, until one day, I felt a different feeling, when I eyed on a girl that I eventually fell in love with. I left my “friends” because they suddenly reminded me of my parents, and also, I needed an open room for love. Yes, I courted her for three years, but eventually she declined my love when she learned about my past, my son, and my vices. Suicidal thoughts came again. This time, more, since I am running out of reasons to live. I don’t have a family, I have a son to feed, I am broke, I got fired from my part-time job, I was debarred, I have vices, I was rejected everywhere. That night, I only had one hundred pesos left in my wallet, and I rode a jeep so that I could buy a lot of food for my last meal. As I rode the jeep, we passed by a crime scene, wherein there was a little boy of poverty (I think he was five years old), crying as he screamed “BUMALIK KA PAPA!” He was continuously waking his dad up. Apparently, the boy’s father was beaten to death because he was a thief. I thought for a minute, and I remembered my mom’s death because of suicide, and I saw this boy desperate for the return of his dad, now was I about to do the same to my innocent one year old son? I immediately rode home and gave my son a big hug, and I promised to never leave him, ever.
My biological father died last year due to liver cancer. Now I am married with my beautiful wife Ann, who is a doctor, and we have a pair beautiful twins who are still in high school. My first son Marcus from Jen is graduating from a well-known college in the Philippines (the one with the eagle
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, I didn’t finish college first, instead, I started a small business, and it worked out. With the savings from my business, I could afford to go back to school, so I came back to college. I studied real hard, and I am going to get my Ph.D next year. My family and I are off to migrate soon. Long story short: There are times when the past will haunt you, it’s either you choose let it affect you or learn from it. Life is short, embrace it while you still can. Not everyone is privileged to have life and remain alive. Suicide is not the best answer.
PS. Mom, I did it. I became strong. I hope you’re proud of me. I love you too. Take care of lola!

No Code Name
Faculty of Arts and Letters
19xx