the graduate

 I can still remember my graduation back in college. It was the best day of my college life.  But this post is not about me. This should be about my shoti. Basta, I’m so happy and relieved that he has graduated, finally! Kahit problematic si achie, pinagpaliban ang personal issues para full support sa one of the biggest event sa college life ng kanyang beloved shoti, siyempre ano pa ba kundi, ang graduation!

 Brian David Irving D. Raquel

(shoti, graduate ka na, yehey!!!)

pwede ba naman walang pictures ang aking parents.

ang Raquel family

with the stage sister, all smiles at nurse na ang kanyang kapatid

(board exams nalang at RN na siya, Lord kayo na po bahala)

*Note: The graduation was held last March 19, 2009 at the PICC. 

chained free

            The first day of exams seemed to be a struggle. I had the worst headache the previous night and I know for a fact I have not studied enough to make it and pass. Who could focus on studying when two important pre-requisites are lacking for me to be able to take my exams without worry? That was Sunday, March 22, 2009. Call me pessimist but I have always had correct predictions about my class standing.

            Monday came without much hope for a sudden change of atmosphere, and to top it off, I failed to take my exams. I felt weird, sad yet relieved. Since my future is still dependent on the outcome of what seemed to be taking longer than necessary, I had to talk with the right people to help me solve my dilemma. I don’t want to make another mistake. I had the right dose of dinner and that grande strawberries and cream frappuccino did the trick.

            Tuesday was my drama performance schedule. I woke up craving for halo-halo. But instead a number of people made my day one halo-halo special. Four different views left me to come up with a decision of my own choice. But I only heard two of them when I finally decided on what to do. I saw my self extremely vulnerable and about to break into pieces but shopping with my best friend was the best part of my day. I dozed off to sleep still hearing voices.

            Today, I woke up with a fast heartbeat surprise. I imagined how my Tuesday turned-out. I felt my chest with my right palm and my head with my left palm and spoke to myself, “it can’t be a dream.” I prayed to God for guidance and a bright Wednesday ahead.

I found my self in a dream within a dream

Where my hands were chained

Ironically I have never felt more free in my life

*It seems like my session with San Miguel is fast approaching.

greatness

 

Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. - Shakespeare (1565 - 1616) Twelfth Night, II, v, 156

I am often ashamed of sharing my thoughts and feelings to others, most especially considering the fact that I am insecure of my self. I never liked the limelight. I am plainly satisfied with how I come to touch the lives of the people I love in my small ways. But then it came to a point that I am so overwhelmed by information and emotion that I can’t bear them all anymore. I am a self-confessed newbie in the art of expression and communication. But when the going gets tough, I have given up the fight and found ways just to release it all, accept my fate of having greatness thrust upon my feet, and there I found my sanctuary, i.e., blogging. 

But life offered greater surprises than that which I can only expect and wonder, I found friends with whom I am continuously learning a new life’s perspective outside my confined box, my flaws and insecurities. May bonus pa, they’ve shared with me an award, which they too are holding high and proud in the blogosphere. 

1. AC - with you I found courage to not be ashamed to speak. You are the living epitomy of someone who proudly exercises the right to freedom of speech and expression. 

2. Nortehanon - with you I found passion in life. I have always considered life as generally beautiful but never did I lived up to my word, your zest in life rubbed unto my shoulders to which I am very thankful for.

3. Soulful - with you I found out wisdom is earned well in due time. You are weak yet unbowed as you continue to stick with your decisions.

4. Duchess - with you I found out that love conquers all. With love you can move mountains and swimthrough oceans. Because where there is love there is always happiness. 

5. Rjil - with you I found hope and faith and ofcourse the benefit of the doubt. That although I can only see one side of the mirror, there are always two faces in every mirror. 

6. Kellie - with you I found simplicity and truthfullness.  Everything should be concise and clear, it’s always best understood that way.

7. Mikhaela - with you I found a great journey in literature. Traversing your mind makes me a not so lost wanderer anymore. 

Despite the busy days as a law student working fulltime as a paralegal with a gazillion extra-curricular activities, you never cease to make my days complete. Thank you for the award. This is for all of us.

greatest love stories ever told

I am all out of words of how love should be felt and showed or how it should be received or given and who could be the real-parties-in-interest and so let me share with you my collection of the greatest love stories ever told. 

Love that feeds the soul, that which transcends war and time

When Oprah chose Love in the Time of Cholera by Nobel Prize-winning author Gabriel García Márquez for her Book Club, she chose one of the greatest love stories ever written. This exploration of a 50-year affair explores the nature of love in all its forms—passion, lust, infidelity and romance.

Now get ready to read about four more amazing love stories. The first, Oprah says, “is the single greatest love story, in 22 years of doing this show, we’ve ever told on the air.”

When he was 12, Herman Rosenblat and his family were taken from their home in Poland and sent to a concentration camp in Nazi Germany. Young Herman was forced to work shoveling bodies into a crematorium. All the while he did not know if he, too, would soon be killed.

One day two years later, Herman walked up to the barbed wire fence and saw a girl on the other side. “She says, ‘What are you doing in there?’” Herman says. “I said to her, ‘Can you give me something to eat?’ And she took an apple out of her jacket.”

The girl fed Herman an apple every day for seven months. Then one day he told her not to come back—he was being moved to another camp. “A tear came down her eyes,” Herman says. “And as I turned around and went back I started to cry, too. I started to cry knowing that I might not see her again.”

Herman was shipped to Czechoslovakia. Just two hours before he was scheduled to die in the gas chambers there, Russian troops liberated the camp and Herman was set free.

Almost 15 years later, Herman was living and working in New York City. A friend set him up on a blind date with a woman named Roma Radzika. Herman says he was immediately drawn to her. When they began talking about their lives, Roma asked Herman where he was during World War II. “I said, ‘In a concentration camp,’” he says. “And then she says, ‘I came to a camp and I met a boy there and I gave him some apples and I sent them over the fence.’

“And suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks. And I said to her, ‘There was a boy? Was he tall?’ And she said, ‘Yes.’ I said, ‘And one day he told you not to come around anymore because he’s leaving?’ And she says, ‘Yes.’ I said, ‘That boy was me.’

Roma and her family had moved from Poland to Germany, using forged papers to hide that they were Jewish. They lived on a farm next to Herman’s camp, posing as Christians to avoid being captured. Roma says when she brought apples and bread for Herman, he used to say, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Well, what can I tell you? I proposed right then and there,” Herman says. “I said, ‘Look, I’ll never let you go anymore. … Now that we’re free we’re going to be together forever.’”

In 1996, on The Oprah Show stage, Herman and Roma gave Oprah a moment she’ll never forget. Herman stood and addressed his wife: “Darling, you’ve fed me when I was hungry. You fed me when we were married. You fed me…until now. But now I’m not hungry anymore, and I’m hungry for your love!”

Since that day their love has continued to grow. Herman and Roma have now been married for nearly 50 years. He says he’s learned a valuable lesson from love. “Every morning when I get up I say, ‘I love you. I love you. I love you,’” Herman says. “And not only [do you say], ‘I love you,’ but you mean it.”

Eleven years after their first Oprah Show appearance, Herman decides to honor his wife again—this time by getting down on bended knee. “Sweetheart, it was 64 years ago when I first saw you,” he says to Roma. “My mother came to me and said to me, ‘I’m sending you an angel.’ And a couple of days later you appeared at the other side of the fence while I was in a concentration camp. Then in 1957, 14 years later, I had a blind date, and it was you. Now our 50th anniversary is coming up. With this ring, my dear, I pronounce my love for you forever. And as this ring has got no end, my love for you doesn’t have any end.”

“You have become the beautiful metaphor for what love can be,” Oprah says. “For endurance, and fate and destiny.”

Wonder love of a mother

20 January 2009

OUR DEAREST FRIENDS…

I am so embarrassed to do this yet, I am humbling myself to ask,please read on..

January 6, 2009 was the worst day of my family’s life,our eldest son, IAN GABRIEL PICART VILLANUEVA, was initially diagnosed to have ACUTE MYELOGENEOUS LEUKEMIA. It is already the 20th of January, and after a 2nd and even a 3rd opinion from different doctors, the diagnosis, sadly is still the same: ACUTE MYELOGENEOUS LEUKEMIA. To aggravate things even, he even has pneumonia. Thus, chemotherapy cannot start just yet. Untreated, he just has 4 months to live…

Treatment plan for Iggy includes at least 3 rounds of chemotherapy and bone marrow transplant! To date, we have already moved from 3 hospitals.  Currently we are at National Kidney & Transplant Institute to save on cost.

Though we may belong to a middle income family, the medical expenses that have and are to be incurred is so staggering! The amount needed is about 5 Million.Thinking of how many zeroes the figure has makes me want to give up…But I know I wont and I cant!  I will do anything or everything to save my son to the best that I could. Sad but true, I have nothing. Whatever is left of our meager savings has all been used up. Time is essential.  The bone marrow transplant will be performed 2-3 weeks from now, and I need funds to deposit before any treatment can be done.

I am literally alone. It’s just Iggy & myself in the hospital.  Friends & relatives come to visit but I cannot compel them to do more.  I am a one woman army.  Thank God that I have the laptop and my mind as a weapon.

Iggy, is a well rounded individual who I can say is an achiever.  From grade school to college he is very athletic: red belter in taekwondo, track & field and basketball. An honor student from pre-school to college, a leader in his own ways.

As a mother, it breaks my heart that such potential should go into waste. He is so young. IT IS MY MOST FERVENT PRAYER THAT YOU BECOME PART OF THE CYCLE OF HEALING. IN ANY WAY POSSIBLE.  I HOPE I AM NOT ASKING TOO MUCH. HUMBLY I AM ASKING ANY HELP THAT YOU CAN EXTEND MY FAMILY. WHATEVER MEANS WOULD BE MOST WELCOME. I may not be able to repay your kindness and generosity in this lifetime, but I am confident that God knows.

I am realistic enough to understand how difficult life is today.  I am not asking for total dole-out.  If at all, any of you are willing to loan me. I would forever be grateful. I promise to pay, although little by little, with interest even. Please,This is already a desperate cry for help, I just cant imagine what is to be.

May I also request continued PRAYERS THAT IGGY NOT GIVE UP, HOLD ON AND BE STEADFAST IN HIS WILL TO LIVE.  Likewise, prayers THANKING FATHER GOD FOR THE HEALING.

Thank you very much for taking time out to read this letter.  I know in my heart that you will be able to help me and my family one way or the other. May the Good Lord always bless you and your loved ones.

Respectfully,

VIVIEN ‘BENG’ VILLANUEVA

Mother

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One love for hope, change and freedom

Francis Magalona (October 4, 1964 - March 6, 2009), also known as FrancisM, Master Rapper, and The Man From Manila, was a Filipino rapper, songwriter, producer, actor, director, and photographer. Often hailed as the “King of Pinoy Rap”, he was considered a legend in the Philippine music community. With the success of his earliest albums, he was the first Filipino rapper in the Philippines to cross over to the mainstream. He is also credited for having pioneered the merging of rap with Pinoy rock, becoming a significant influence to artists in that genre as well. He was also a television host on MTV Asia and on noontime variety television show Eat Bulaga! Magalona died seven months after being diagnosed with acute myelogenous leukemia. The Philippine government has announced that Magalona will be posthumously awarded the Presidential Medal of Merit, for his contributions in promoting patriotism through music.

Filipino hip hop and Nationalistic rap

In 1990, he released the groundbreaking album Yo!, the first commercially released Filipino rap album. Yo! included several popular singles such as “Mga Kababayan” (My Fellow Countrymen), “Gotta Let ‘Cha Know”, “Cold Summer Nights” and “Man From Manila”. With tracks that featured politically conscious and thought-provoking rhymes in both English and Tagalog, Yo! was a big success and helped catapult Filipino hip hop from underground to mainstream status. It also marked the birth of Makabayang (Nationalistic) rap in Filipino hip hop.

In 1992, Francis Magalona released Rap Is FrancisM (1992). With tracks addressing the various cultural and social problems that plagued his country such as drug addiction in “Mga Praning” (Paranoids), political instability in “Halalan” (Elections) as well as the detrimental effects of a colonial mentality in “Tayo’y Mga Pinoy” (We Are Filipinos), the record’s complexity and conscious message quickly earned it its classic status and became the standard by which future albums of the genre were to be compared. This album helped tag Magalona as one of the most politically conscious voices of his generation.

The selfless love

Teresa wrote in her diary that her first year was fraught with difficulties. She had no income and had to resort to begging for food and supplies. Teresa experienced doubt, loneliness and the temptation to return to the comfort of convent life during these early months. She wrote in her diary:

“Our Lord wants me to be a free nun covered with the poverty of the cross. Today I learned a good lesson. The poverty of the poor must be so hard for them. While looking for a home I walked and walked till my arms and legs ached. I thought how much they must ache in body and soul, looking for a home, food and health. Then the comfort of Loreto [her former order] came to tempt me. ‘You have only to say the word and all that will be yours again,’ the Tempter kept on saying … Of free choice, my God, and out of love for you, I desire to remain and do whatever be your Holy will in my regard. I did not let a single tear come.”

growing up

I have given my self ample time alone to think things through. I can’t say I’ve got everything in my life in order but then I am up to the challenge. And so I have come up with new rules/goals.

1. Be independent

I am a self-proclaimed autophobic and so I tell you, this is truly a struggle for me. I have been eating alone and going home alone for almost two weeks now.  At first it was lonely and it felt kind of weird but then as days passed by I’m getting used to it. When I come to think of it more, at some point I am truly dependent of people. I almost always adjust for the benefit of them. I give away too much of my self without truly considering my self first and the possible consequences of my actions. I let my emotions come over me like the wind that blows away dried leaves in autumn. 

I can say my circle of friends is truly fond of me and me of them and so I try to please them more than I should. And the relationship is truly smooth sailing but when storms come our way, I almost always let our boat sink for the nth time. Although there are those who doesn’t really hate nor blame me, the boat will never be restored again and they managed to float away from me to save themselves. But there are those who clinged on the same lifesavers I held and they managed to share it with me. I feel awkward yet safe… I guess it’s way too safe and lax for me that I need not worry thus I get reckless that I’ve become too dependent that I can sleep and eventually wake up in another boat with them. With that I again let our second boat sink and another and another. I have got to realize this somehow and change for the better as these people cannot live forever to share with me a single lifesaver especially so when there’s no need for them to ride a boat anymore because they can always fly through plane and share a parachute with another not reckless as me. And ofcourse at the end of the day, it’s not always all about me. 

2.  Be responsible to the right people

I have always shielded my family from my life outside our home and that’s highly improper. And the worse of it all I’ve forgotten all about their needs and my obligation to them. Our family truly has a communication problem and we have our own ways of helping each other out when the going gets tough yet I forced my self to leave one foot and one hand dipped in cold mud instead of our shared warm mud, I became deaf mute when the coldness was too much for me to bare. 

I can always let go of them but they will never let go of me. And so I managed to lift my foot and hands from the cold mud as I flashedback what I have been missing the entire time I was deaf mute. I have never been home early for so long and the long hours of sharing one roof above us seems to be trivial for me at first and ofcourse suprising for them. And I just felt good with that.

3.  Practice faith

I claim too much credit for my self more than I should. Even if it seems unfair that we are puppets of our own destiny, having no faith at all is like choosing gold, metal and diamonds over mud, water and fire. I need the wind to breathe and water for nourishment so that I can live. Worth is always mistaken to be just another definition but why dwell on that alone, there’s etymology, the roots of all reason and possibilities.

I am capable of becoming so much more than what I’ve always hoped for as long as I put my mind into it. All I have to do  is submit truly my time for everything that is only more precious than silver. And it’s never too late for a change of heart and to find a flicker of light in the midst of darkness.

But then again is it really enough for me and for everyone and humanity that I change.??

my response then… but now forgotten

I am very much aware that I alone do not carry all the problems and pain in the world. But I hope it is not much to ask to be supported for all intents and purposes of the word “friend”. If you can’t then just let me be at peace on my own. I am trying to understand my problems as it is, reflect on my past and assess the possibilities  of my future. I don’t want to be selfish or anything so try not to be selfish likewise. I am being considerate the best way I know how. Priorities has finally set in and I have to stick to my master plan. 

I don’t have a heart of stone as you would put it. I don’t have to explain my self my aloufness, indifference and my sudden change of heart. You would have known if you only listened to my words. I need my precious time to worry and attend to far important concerns. I depended on you to bear with my tremendous mood swings as you managed to promise to console and understand my depression. If you are hurting, imagine my pain to which you added up, if you were in my shoes right now, I would bet my life, you would deal this matter worse, as can be gleaned from your level of perception right now. Try not to get blown away by how much you have affected my pain, that is nothing compared to how my future will unfold once a decision has been pronounced and after I have settled all my issues. 

I need not forgive you because you need not apologize. 

team supreme

 

When everyone else has turned their back at you, who else have you got?

1. God

I am no saint nor another mother theresa. I am not religous. I am a sinner and no angel. I have wronged a number of people and ultimately wronged my self. 

For quite some time now I am contemplating of what has become of me that brought me where I am now. And if that would be enough to define who i am truly. But when i come to reflect more, i only end up with the words of repentance and changing my ways. It would be indeed a struggle for me and a difficulty for others to just accept and believe, but i must try to prove them all my worth and embrace my humanity as another prodigal son from this day forward. It’s always worth a try.

2. family

Blood has always been and will always be thicker than water. I tried so hard to cast them away my dark shadows but the blood urge has left me raise my hands up and surrender to their arms wide open. I can be whoever I want to be but for them it’ll just be the same old me, an integral part of the family.

3. true friends aka goma

I remember reading from Batenggero’s blog entitled Plastik o Goma? San ka?, how it has enlightened me of the people I consider friends. I am in no position to name names of who’s plastik and who’s goma considering the fact I have my fair share of stints as a plastik friend and goma friend to a variety of people plaguing my garden of eden. But I am very much thankful for my goma friends, although I am untidy and unworthy, they stick by me like rubber glue.

4. one self

At the end of the day, all you’ve got is your self to worry, love, respect and preserve. It is not being selfish as long as there are no compromises and sacrifices leading you towards the dark side.

For the longest time I thought I knew my self but then again, it’s never too late to surprise oneself.  I came across a stranger running my own persona, the devil in me. I never thought I had it in me, but I guessed wrong, I am capable of causing others pain because of revenge and retaliation and ofcourse my own wrong judgments. I was no victim of circumstance but a victim of my own trust over the wrong people and too much love of oneself. And who else helped me realize all these and accept and love me still after everything, the above-mentioned super people in my life. I must help my self to stand up after stumbling from a tragic fall.

I am thankful but more afraid than ever when I know for a fact I am a weakling and would stumble again with great probability. How else will I be assured that I am walking forward after a 360 degrees turnabout? Who else but faith, blood, goma friends and one self!

prodigal son

As I have told a million times before I am a non-traditional practicing Roman Catholic. Having been brought up in a Christian school under Protestant religion, I am just very much versed with all the parables in the Bible, and it ends there. I never really thought I will relive those stories but here I am now, the prodigal son reborn in the year 2009.

April 2, 2008, I left both proud and decided. Although I confused the circumstances that occurred with great relief, i was in pain. I cannot say I regret all those but I believe everything that happened were bound to happen. I enjoyed every moment I was away but cherished every moment I left behind. I tried to justify my exit because of our differences and of course my need of growth and the call of a promising life I absolutely thought I needed if and only we parted ways. 

I never really thought I would return to him but I had to, it is the right thing to do. I never really thought he would accept me but he did, with open arms. With just one text message away, he gave me words of wisdom and I felt home again. I cannot say I love the idea of the reason of my return because it is just too much to bear. But it must be fate that brought me back to him. He is still the same old second father I look up to. God indeed has His own ways, plans far marvelous than my own.

I am again part of The Law Firm of Cenon L. Casihan, Jr. beginning March 9, 2009.

in the dark

A series of bad dreams has constantly haunted my sleepless nights. I can say this has something to do with the distorted thoughts and mixed emotions I have been having for quite some time now. I feel terrible and miserable because of my own doings in the past except one that has left me bound to face judgment anytime soon and another one which recently came to realization.

But there are people in more pain than I am. Some of them are even that which I have caused. I cannot find the strength to say sorry, answer and explain. I can’t even look you straight in the eyes. I am unworthy of your time, love and friendship. I have hurt you so much, more than what you caused me in the first place, and the burden I carry is nothing compared to the trauma you will forever carry until I make things right… if ever I make things right. It has always been difficult for others to understand and more difficult for me to explain that I regret having shared the pain I felt to the one person who loved and trusted me truly, whom I claim to love and understand until now still but which I cannot even dare show and shout to the world. I can tell that you still feel the same amount of love for me even after I caused you too much pain in the past. I am unworthy of that love, that time and that friendship but still I am receiving it all.

I have gone too deep in the dark forest.

I can’t find my way back to the light.

All because I blindfolded my self.

tagged

Hindi ko mapag-alaman bakit at kailan nga nauso ang pag-tag sa blog pero dahil sabi ni AC, isa ako sa mga masisipag mag-comment, eto na papatulan ko din ang pag-tag sakin. Sa totoo lang kaya ako masipag makibasa ng blogs at mag-comment ay para lang hindi ako masyado mag-isip ng kung anu-ano lalo pa’t ang trabaho ko ay hindi talaga matuturing na trabaho ata kung alam niyo lang lahat.  Kailangan ko laging maging productive, feeling ko magkakasakit ako at mababaliw kapag hindi ako kumilos. Every lull moment makes me feel more hopeless and helpless na hindi naman tama at dapat. Kailangan ba talaga ijustify. Anyways, here goes.

 Rule: List the names that you are called by and name the people who call you by these names.

 1. Erica Iris Raquel - check niyo pa birth certificate ko, lahat yan andun.

pero totoo Raquel talaga apelyido ko, wag na magtanong kung bakit at wag rin ako hingan ng apelyido pa. San man roll call ako tawagin, buong pangalan ko lagi ang binibigkas, at lagi akong hinihingan ng apelyido, at paulit-ulit ko din na sasabihin na Raquel po ang apelyido ko. Sabay tatanungin ako ulit - “di nga?” o “apelyido mo ms.?”. Marunong ka bang magbasa?! Marami nga naman na-aamaze at hindi makapaniwala pero sasaan ba eh wala naman sila magagawa, inggit lang sila (joke peace). At dahil sa maganda ang apelyido ko, requirement ko talaga na maganda apelyido ng mapapangasawa ko. (makapag-segway lang hehe)

Erica Iris - pakana ito ni papa, siya ang pumili ng mga pangalan namin magkakapatid. lahat ng pangalan namin may common denominator na ibig sabihin, leader/ruler. Share ko narin minsan actually madalas kinikilabutan ako sa pangalan ko kasi masyadong pambabae eh ang bargas ko naman. Yun tipong pang boldstar at artista daw. (badtrip) Actually, wala itong sinabi sa mga pangalan ng mga kapatid ko, tunay na pang dugong-bughaw. John Marc Stephen Raquel at Brian David Irving Raquel. Dba naman?! Ako lang ang 2 names, dahil siguro pangalan narin naman ang Raquel, hindi ba enough na yun para pahirapan pa ko. But seriously i love my name. Kailan ko lang ito na-realize, i would never dare to trade it for anything else. 

2. Aiee - unang nickname ko ito nun bata, tumatawag sakin nito eh puro kapamilya (wag sana mag-react ang mga kapuso lol). Ang history nito ay dahil hindi daw mabigkas ni kuya ang salitang “Iris”, kaya naging “aiee”. sana na-gets niyo.

3. Erica - given naman na, majority ng may kilala sakin at mga kakilala ko  eh Erica ang tawag sakin. Swerte ko narin kasi wala akong kaparehas ng pangalan sa batch ko sa mga schools na pinasukan ko (SSHS, DLSU, SBC at AUSL) pero kailangan ipronounce ng mabuti kasi may mga Eric ako na kaklase, hindi maiiwan napapalingon din ako. Pati barkada ko at close friends siyempre ito tawag sakin.

4. Erica dalapotpot - pakana ito ni papa kapag naglalambing siya sakin, yan ang tawag niya sakin. hindi ko alam san niya yan napulot, pero since bata ako yan na talaga ang tawag niya sakin pagka pinag-ttripan niya ko.

5. Achie - chinese fookien term which means “ate”. dahil nga chinese school kami yan ang tawag sakin ni shoti (younger brother) at ni mama. Nagawa narin itong iadopt ng mga relatives ko sa muntinlupa. Kung baga naging achie na ko ng bayan.

6.  Shobe - chinese fookien term which means “younger sister”. tawag sakin yan ni kuya. siya lang tumatawag sakin niyan.

7. Potpot - hindi ko alam pano at kailan ito nagsimula pero si Leslie (if i remember it correctly) na friend ko nun high school ang may pakana nito. I still have a letter invitation from her wherein she addressed me as potpot. Dahil ata sa para akong pato ako maglakad eh, yun pasubsob na naiiwan ang puwet, don’t try to imagine. it’s already humiliating as described.

8. Raquel - nagkakaroon ng phase sa buhay high school na everyone is called by their last name, dumaan po ako dun. pero ngayon sa lawschool, dahil you are always called by your last name, para sa mga classmates ko, Raquel ang tawag nila sakin, at lagi ko nalang kailangan iexplain sa kanila na Raquel is my surname dahil ang akala talaga nila eh pangalan ko yun.

9. Iris - si Atty. Casihan ang may pauso nito, may bossing sa aking first job. Interview palang eh Iris na ang tawag niya sakin. I requested him to call me Erica, pero he insisted na Iris dahil yun ang gusto niya at para maiba naman daw. Kaya lahat ng nakasalamuha ko sa work ko before eh Iris ang tawag sakin. Iris is so girly if you ask me, para talagang hindi ako. 

10. Ca - only my bestfriend Tracy calls me by this name. Pinaiksing Erica obviously. Ako naman ang tawag ko sa kanya eh “C” - pinaiksing Tracy

11. Bru - only my bestfriend Tracy ulit calls me by this name. Obviously, pinaiksing bruha, yan ang tawag niya sakin pagka naglalambing. 

12. Erix - si Kate Jurisprudence ang tanging may tawag sakin nito. He likes to make her girl friends names into boy names kaya naging Erix.

13. sbt - acronym ng small but terrible. nun unang beses ako gumawa ng e-mail ad, yan ang naisip ko kasi lagi akong tinatawag na ganyan sa SSHS, maliit kasi ako at terrible nga naman. 

14. Rocky - c vince ang may pauso nito, blockmate ko nun Beda at barkada ko ngayon sa Arellano. Astig daw kasi “Rocky Raquel”. dapat daw ganun pinangalan sakin o siguro daw ganun name ng tatay ko. grabe ang kulit diba?!

15. hukombitay - cybernick ko. dahil nga sa gusto kong maging hukom bitay. nasimulan ko ito nun nasa friendster blogging pa ko, yun tipong The Hukom Bitay Life. although mahirap i-equate sa real personality ko ang hukombitay, hindi naman matanong ang mga cyber friends ko sa etymology ng name ko na yun so ok naman diba. i’ve always enjoyed using the name. 

Wow, ang dami ko palang names na ginagamit. nice! hope you all enjoyed sa aking trip down memory lane. 

wala na kong ita-tag. kayo na bahala kung tutularan niyo kami.