The UERMMMCI Adventure

Lolo Pepe died, and was to be buried that day so mommy went to Batangas. Like real, live grown-ups, we were on our own.

In Which an Interview Schedule is Texted, and Instructions are Ignored

When I applied for UERM, I wrote in the application form my mother's cell number as my own so I wouldn't worry about not receiving the text about the interview schedule. I seldom have load, my inbox is always full, and I often forget to charge my phone.

And so it came.

GOGETWHAT?!

"Convinced"

Medyo isang buwan na rin mula nang sinulat ko ito, at isang linggo bago iyon, may nangyaring kinagugulat ng mga taong pwede palang mangyari sa'kin.

Noong araw na iyon, lahat ng kaclose na makasalubong ko kinwentuhan ko na para lang maibsan ang aking pagkayanig. Natatawa na lang ako ngayon kapag binabanggit sa mga tao ang nangyari, pero kapag pinag-iisipan ko mag-isa, bumibigat ang aking dibdib sa pagkabagabag. Hindi ko pa nababanggit sa bahay, dahil alam ko na ang magiging reaksyon ng nanay ko, at iniiwasan ko talaga iyon. Unang beses akong nakipagsagutan sa guro, na nauwi sa matinding tensyon sa kalagitnaan ng klase.

Tula ng Pag-Ibig

This poem was originally written for my fourth year high school Filipino class, but later edited to comply with the word count for UP Writers' Club's 100: The Hundreds Project. This was inspired by Jose Corazon de Jesus' Pag-ibig.

2 Sam 18-23

These passages from the second book of Samuel struck me the first time I read them a few months ago. This is how I roll.