Thursday, June 30, 2016

AWKWARD

"Hi! Bigla kitang naisip. Wala lang. :)" Wait. Masyadong feeling close. May smiley pa. Kahiya. Backspace backspace backspace. Hmmm. Eto na nga lang. "Hello". Walang punctuation mark para safe. Send.

"Uy!!! You're alive! Musta? :)" Nako. Bakit ba sinend ko kaagad yun? Baka sabihin inisip kong patay na siya. Diyahe. Hayaan mo na nga.

You're alive talaga? Ang tagal ko yatang di nagparamdam. Kambiyo konti. "Ok lang. How are you?" Keri naman na siguro yun. Generic lang. Kaso 'di ba parang ang cold? 'Di naman siguro.

Yikes, ang cold naman neto. :( "Ok naman, buhay pa rin. :)" Send. Ay wait. Ano nga ba yung huli naming usapan last year? Baka sakaling mag-warm-up pag binanggit ko. (Halungkat sa Inbox. Finds it.)  "Kumusta kayo ni [Person A]? {since di naman niya pinangalanan dahil di naman sila close kahit dati} 'Di ba magkikita sana kayo? Anyare?" Send.

In fairness, naalala niya pa yun. "Ahh, yun? Wala naman. Hindi kami natuloy. Tinawag siya ng Kalikasan." Send.

Ano daw? Joke ba yun o poetic? 'Di ko gets. Kaso nakakahiyang pa-explain, baka sabihin ang slow ko. "Ah talaga. Sayang naman. Baka hindi pa oras na magkita kayo. :)" Hala. Wala na akong masabi. Change topic. "Dun ka pa rin nagwo-work?" Kahit never naman niya binanggit sa 'kin san siya nagwo-work. >_<

LOL sa 'hindi pa oras.' "Yep. Dun pa rin. Wala namang bago. Pasok sa umaga, uwi sa gabi. Pinapayaman yung kumpanya. Ako eto, mahirap pa rin." 

"Haha same lang pala tayo eh. Corporate slaves. :P" Ayan medyo nagkukunwento na siya.

"Yeah."

":)"

":)"

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Bahala ka na magbigay ng ending. Best ending suggestion wins the prize. :D

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

NEGASTAR

May kilala kang ganyan? O ikaw mismo ganyan? Hindi ka nag-iisa. Paminsan ako mismo ganyan. Pa'no, ang hirap naman kasi magpaka-"happy happy" 'pag pakiramdam mo wala nang nangyaring tama sa buong araw o buong linggo mo o buong buwan mo. Minsan pakiramdam mo ikaw yung kinakantahan ng The Rembrandts sa theme song nila ng "Friends" eh. It's like you're always stuck in second gear. When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year. Oh sige na, ituloy mo na sa chorus.

I'll tell you a little nega-story. So we've been pressured to write a research paper within 4 weeks and had to present it in mock-conference style. Right. What do I know about scientific research, writing, and presenting in front of agriculture experts? Zero. Nada. Null. We were just telling each other, the purpose of the module is for us to learn and get used to this stuff anyway. Well, getting it done once is one thing. Getting used to it is another. And hell no one ever gets used to them, we realized. It's just that AgEcon students really take things more seriously than any other specie in the campus. We have more than enough empirical evidence for that.

I was able to submit the paper and presentation file on time, and yesterday came my dreaded day. I have been used to presenting to a very critical audience in the past few years but for some reason I just can't help but still get the jitters whenever I need to give one. It was all in my head --- I have no solid scientific background, my paper had a poor structure, I gave insufficient evidence, I blabber a lot when I'm nervous, and that I'll just die in front of my advisers in the question and answer part. In my mind I was so sure that it's going to be a total mess. Hours before the real thing I noticed my hands were starting to get cold (it's 30 degrees Celsius in Hohenheim yesterday btw) and my classmates noticed I was spacing out and wasn't paying attention to the conversation. "You're nervous," they said. "Well, yeah," I just replied. But deep inside I knew I was starting a terrible panic attack. I am not able to express myself well in such state, unlike others who can just shout it all out or shake it off to the person right next to them. But I knew that if I allow myself to get deeper into that psychological state, all the weeks of my hard work will go down the drain. That's the time I started shifting gears. I've had panic attacks in the past and it was never funny or easy to recover from. So I followed my 1-2-3.

Step 1. Breathe it out. I took my phone and texted my best bud. I said "Mehn sobrang kinakabahan ako. Inhale exhale, inhale exhale, hwooh." I was literally inhaling and exhaling heavily then to keep myself from palpitating. Message sent. That calmed me down a bit. I didn't need to get a response, she knows that. I literally just need to let it all out with someone I am purely comfortable with.

Step 2. Loosen up. I excused myself from the group and said I needed to print a copy of my presentation. Truth is, I just badly needed to divert all the energy in my brain to my appendages by taking a walk. So I sauntered down the road and back and forth and back and forth for 20 minutes or so until I reached my secret spot in the campus. That calmed me down a bit further.

Step 3. Tell yourself you can. I sat down on an old wooden bench in this little park in front of San Antonius von Padua Church. There was no one around (as usual, that's why I love that spot) so I was able to continue my breathing exercise and talk to myself ALOUD a little bit. I asked myself: Who read 20+ journals and books and did all the research? I did. Who wrote the effin' paper? I did. Who made the presentation? I did. And who's going to give the presentation? I WILL. So there's no other person in the room, not even my advisers, would know anything more about it than I do. And even if they know more, hell, I am in front and I am in command. I was of course tempted to think that I'm just making up the good feeling. But if I'm just faking it 'til I make it, I would at least make it than not getting there at all. A soft breeze blew my direction and as it went past me I felt like a lot of the bad energies left me. A lot, but not all. After a short convo with the Big Guy I stood up and did what I had to do. (The rest of the story is not as interesting anymore. I was ready for the worst but surprisingly it went well. Got a good feedback for both the paper and the presentation.)

My little allegory might sound mababaw for the problems that you are facing right now. Unhappy with your job? Unemployed? Family problems?  In a rut with something or someone? Ang saya kaya magpaka-negastar. But don't take it away from you. It's part of being human to experience a roller coaster of emotions --- no one stays fully positive all the time. And hey, even seemingly positive people have their share of downs and nega-star moments. The only thing is, know when enough is enough. Most of the time we already know what to do but we just don't take that one crucial step to shift the gears. I know it ain't easy. But even big things start with a little 1-2-3. #

Sunday, June 26, 2016

CUBAO

I practically grew up knowing the old Cubao. Naalala mo yung Christmas show dati sa C.O.D. 'pag malapit na mag-Pasko? Walang sinabi yung Greenhills dun, dude. Eh yung Fiesta Carnival? Nung bata ako para na 'kong nakapag-EK pag sinasakay kami ni Daddy sa chipipay na tsubibo dun. Nandun pa rin naman yung building. Shopwise na nga lang siya ngayon.

Ngayong matanda na 'ko though, for some reason, Cubao pa rin ang puntahan ko. 'Pag naba-badtrip ako at gusto ko mapag-isa, nagpupunta ako ng Cubao. Pagkatapos ko lakarin yung kahabaan ng Farmers hanggang Gateway hanggang Araneta Coliseum hanggang Ali Mall hanggang SM, uuwi na ako. 'Pag may kailangan akong bilhin, titignan ko muna kung meron sa Cubao. 'Pag trip ko maghanap ng lumang bagay, sinasadya ko yung Cubao Expo.

Ewan ko anong meron sa Cubao. Siguro una, dahil malapit lang. Isang sakay, convenient nga naman. 'Pag trip mo naman magdala ng sasakyan, mag-park ka lang sa Shopwise at bumili ng kung ano, libre na parking ticket mo. Pangalawa, dahil siguro may saktong timpla ng gulo at kaayusan, ng luma at bago, at ng ingay at katahimikan. Makikita mo yung mga jeje sa Farmers pagbaba ng MRT pero 'pag lumakad ka sa Gateway susunugin ka ng Rustans sa presyo ng mga bagay-bagay. Pumupunta lang ako dun dahil malakas yung aircon. Tsaka dahil nandun yung Fully Booked. Dati. Balita ko naging Uniqlo na raw ngayon yun. Lech. Oh well, may National pa rin naman. Na binawasan na rin daw ng isang level. Lech ulit. Pangatlo, siguro dahil simpleng tao lang naman ako. Masaya na 'kong binabalik-balikan yung mga lugar na may naaalala ako, kahit marami na rin namang nagbago. Siguro dahil sa lugar ng mga alaala, nag-iba man ang itsura, may pakiramdam na mananatili at ikaw lang ang makakaunawa.

Yeah, I'm boring like that. I'm mababaw like that. I'm ma-sentimiento like that. Masaya na 'ko sa maliliit na bagay. Supermarket hopping. Kain. Titingin kung may exhibit sa libreng art gallery. Walang katapusang lakaran. Masaya na 'kong gumagala sa mga lugar na pwede lang ako magmasid at mag-isip-isip. So, sasamahan mo ba 'ko sa Cubao pag-uwi ko? #


SUNDAY, SUMMER, STRUGGLES

Since it's a sunny Sunday I felt like playing some America as my working background. At least it makes my sad little box a lot more like home, where Sundays would be about good old music and a lot of house chores.

I'm not dealing with house chores today though. I am cramming for a presentation (only the first of three coming in the next two weeks) which I have not had a chance to finish after catching a bad flu paired with allergies this week. Apparently Hohenheim is the worst part of Stuttgart where pollen and other grass particles party the most in between Spring and Summer. Seriously, walking around campus now feels like winter --- it's really warm at 30 degrees, but white fibers keep flying all around like snow! So much for biodiversity. My allergies didn't used to be as bad back home. I don't even take anti-histamines. Now all I can do is pray for rain every day.

Yesterday I told myself I'll stay at home to get rid of the pollen party outdoors. Took some pills and slept early. Still, I woke up feeling quite groggy today, with my left brain throbbing and my right brain numbing. I'm in a coughing fit and my muscles ache like hell. Made myself some cough tea and opened my half-baked presentation and tried reading through my paper (which I am not at all happy about either) to get some details. Worse, I'm struggling with laziness and I'm trying to justify my procrastination. My professor's an a** anyway and all he cares about is your spoken English. Since nobody's a native English speaker among us, we're not anymore expecting too much. On the other hand though, I want to make good in front of my adviser. But the third struggle is, I just want to get over the d*mn thing.

And so I am at it again. Patterns, patterns, patterns. It's interesting though. In life we get to experience a lot of things, go to many places, meet a lot of people. However, we only get to maximize these encounters as much as we allow ourselves to. As for me, no matter what I do and wherever I go, I get easily disinterested after a few turns. Maybe because I'm naturally lazy. That, or I easily get contented. Is there something wrong with that? I don't even want to think about it. As one of my favorite people would always tell me, "At least you were challenged. And you learned something." Well, I'm not exactly sure what I'm learning so far, but I'm pretty much enjoying this getting-to-know-yourself-somewhere-out-there ride. One more hell of a year, baby. Oh yeah. #


Tuesday, June 14, 2016

NAME

"You have a beautiful name. Your parents must be big art fans." I rehearse those words in mind every time I catch a glimpse of you and I ready myself to talk about something in case I get caught in a situation where I am forced to strike a conversation. I was thinking that art would be most likely the thing we would have in common. I'm not a hardcore fan though, save for some mainstream painters. I don't even know much about the painter with the same name as yours except literally for his name. The conversation would not be forced, however. I always wanted a small talk with you. The first time you walked in and got introduced, I just smiled and said to myself, "wow". Something about you intrigues me. Was it just your name? I wanted so much to find out.

No small talk ever happened though. I thought maybe I just wasn't fit enough to be in your intellectual world. Going six years forward from that first encounter, I discovered you weren't named after that painter at all. And nor did your parents give it to you. That small talk, if it happened, must have been very embarrassing then. But maybe not. Because I could have carried on asking you to tell me more about you, instead of hearing just a faint "yes, thank you" from you. But it was not bound to happen.

Today, I'm still thrilled to call you by your name. It gives me the chills. It rolls into my tongue like soft fresh snow in the early morning. It paints my lips into a smile like seeing a warm sunrise from a breathtaking skyline. It's beautiful. It suits you perfectly. Sometimes, when I get carried away, I tend to call you by some other names. You don't like any of them though. But maybe that's fine. With every letter pronounced the way you said it should be, I pronounce the deepest emotions that no other name in this world can replace, no matter how sugar-coated they may sound. Your name is the sweetest. Your name is my weakness. Because when I call you by your name, I know you're the only one. #