Ordinary Thoughts

I was about to leave the house for my evening work when a thought suddenly crossed my mind. It was a thought that popped out in the most unexpected moment. The kind that intrudes your senses. The kind that is awakening. Or maybe, the kind which is alarming to me.

I just happen to pause for a while and ponder on some things.

What kind of life am I living? How do I differ to other students? Or to other young people? Am I happy with it? Am I contented with it? Am I doing the right thing? What really is the right thing for me?

Well I was just hoi polloi few years ago. When I entered college, I was very ordinary. I go to school and home sweet home after it. Of course I have my fair share of vices. What are youth anyway? I was not that attached really to my academics. I have much of my time wasted at home. Watching TV, renting movies, listening to the hottest music, hang-out sometimes with my friends, chat with my neighbors, and spending quality time with my family.

In short, I was living an easy life. I deserve it perhaps because that's just what I wanted.

But things changed during my second year, especially when I joined the student publication. It was a dream come true for me because of my passion in writing. It was a dream come true for me because I'm starting to get off my shell. I was weaving my own identity. I started to read my full name in our school paper. It was a self-fulfillment that no money can compensate. But most of all I earned friends who made my college life worth the while. Everyday is a day of excitement with them. The publication has really made me feel like I am somebody. I am no longer a nobody but somebody who's living a life with purpose.

As I torn another page of the calendar to see another school year passed, I wasn't really aware of what’s going to happen. Well unexpectedly, I was elected leader of our society. It may be providential but I was also employed as a part time agent in one of the companies here in the city. This means that aside from my load of being a full time student and campus journalist, I carry the responsibilities of being a student leader while working part time during weekends. This was also the reason why again I got elected as one of the officers of another organization, and then another. Modesty aside but I think I am overwhelmed with the responsibilities put on my shoulders.

"With great power comes great responsibilities." goes the cliche but bears the truth. Another one is "You can't serve two masters at the same time." One might consider these as passe statements but they are absolutely true.

In fact, amidst the bundles of work that I have to do, I sometimes end up staring blankly in the wall doing nothing. I don't know what to prioritize. I remember my teacher told me once in our dialect "imo man gung giduphan tanan". He's precisely correct.

Now I'm bound with too much responsibilities that I no longer have time for my family, or even for myself. I just give a heavy sigh along with my frustrations as I imagine my life. I was just an ordinary student who got bored with ordinary life so I wished for some pressures. But look where my wish has brought me. Look how far I've soared. And look how much pressure this life has. I truly miss him. I miss myself.

But that should have been fine if you are happy with what you're doing. In my situation, I should say I'm pressured but still have reservoir of happiness. Deadlines really pissed me off, but being with my colleagues in the publication already gives an exit for all of my stress. I make them laugh, I make them mad, they make make me smile, and they also make me upset. That's our life. We are family here. We seek refuge in everybody's solace. We give love and so we receive.

To finish this, I know God is good that He will help me surmount all these.

So God bless us all.

Indeed it's one of my most unforgettable experience since my college life! For one factor maybe is that we've been to a comedy bar (kuno?!) here in Dumaguete City. The first of its kind (kuno?!).

Who would have thought that the not-so-planned hang out would leave a lasting impression on me. I hope the others feel the same as well.

I was really expecting much from that comedy bar that BEa keeps on boasting in school. Off we went there and to our surprise, there's nothing special outside the establishment. Not even a signage to make a passerby realize what's inside. It was just a dusted and cheap streamer there (forgive me the term BEa) with the name of the bar.

When we came there, I was already laughing seeing one of the gay performers there re-touching his/her make-up. We even have second thought until Bea went out and told us to get inside. I like it because there's no entrance fee. We just have to order anything and that would be all. I mean the fun would be bottomless!

Bea sang two songs before the "show kuno" started. But before that, my long time missed classmate and friend Jemmy called. Though it was utterly unexpected but I saw Nadine crying heavily before she passed the phone to me and talked with Jemmy. She's really unpredictable!

When the show finally started, Bea made some not-so-funny-trying-hard-jokes-which-at-the -time-was-somewhat-effective-or-I-don't-know (hehe..forgive me Bea). But I should say that it did entertained us.

Anyway, its fun seeing my colleagues whacking out things. I know for a fact that Bea has a crush on Joel (who was also there) so I challenged him/her to play on him. Well I got a good response because BEa urged Joel to come up on stage and the two played the very wholesome game TOUCH THE COLOR.

OMG! I never thought the game could be played that way. Or maybe I just never thought Bea has done what she has done (Joel pod ai!). Once again I have proven how hard is it to earn money. You have to do anything and everything.

The show went smoothly with unpredictable surprises in the middle. You should have seen my teacher and my friend whose skills in writing is unparalleled. That was really a night that one will opt to stay awake.

Which exactly what happened to us right after the supercalifragilisticexpialiduscious (am not sure with the spelling) show. We walked from the place all the way to the freedom park. We were so hungry after so we decided to eat the "pancit guisado" that Joel bought for J-----. (niuna man ug uli ang duha).

You must be thinking we ate it normally right? Nope, we kinda asked one tiny plastic from the nearby burger stand and divided it for more than ten people. After that we voraciously devour the food as if we've never been fed for weeks. (gutom jud au friend)

Then we planned to stay in Ninoy's head until 5 o'clock in the morning (ambot morning naba na), however it rained so we need to find shelter (or somewhere with roof at least so we wont get wet). We ended staying in the stage where dancers used to practice during daytime. It was so dusty and dirty but we slept for a moment. That was my first and my last I believe to sleep in freedom park. (sa stage pa jud).

I got home at almost 5 o'clock and I comfortably slept with smile on my face. Thanks for that one of a kind experience. Thanks for the memories. MCS rocks!

I don't know what to blog for now since I'm just newly registered, but I will look forward to blogging more if everything goes well. For now, I just want to finish this little introduction.

I don't know if I'm gonna be taking this blog site of mine seriously but I will cross the bridge when I get there. I'll see where my limitations would lead me. I just want to welcome myself!