When I was way younger, around 6 or maybe 7 years old, I would play “teacher-teacheran” with my younger cousins. I would be the teacher, of course, and they are my poor poor students. I would teach real subjects, and they would get bored by it because I’d give them exams, I’d give them star ratings and so forth.

My Tita became my Filipino Teacher when I was in grade five. I look up to her. And sometimes, when teachers are called for a meeting, me and my friends would be taking over the lower grade levels. We’d become teachers for a few hours, and I liked it.

I thought I would become a teacher.

Until I was in High School. I became addicted to novels of different authors. I loved reading mystery and thriller genres and then I thought it would be nice if I would be a lawyer someday. That dream went on for a while, until I became a literary editor in our school paper and then became a managing editor when I was in my third? or fourth year. It was fun, and I thought, Okay, maybe I’m not going to be a teacher, not a lawyer, but a journalist/writer/broadcaster in the future.

So passing UPCAT with Journalism as course seemed like a very good news at first. It was, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that on my second year of studying journalism, my prof told me, I should be a creative writer instead, I don’t really enjoy writing news stories.

Okay, so a creative writer, not a news writer. Sounds good to me.

Until!

I took up elective courses on Psychology.

My Course Adviser asked me if I feel that I’m in the right course. My Journalism grades are in line of 2′s when my Psychology grades are 1-1.5. And while we were talking, she asked me if I had a pen. I didn’t have any, we laughed and she said, “You’re not for journ talaga, admit it. There’s nothing wrong about being true to yourself.”

And somehow I knew she was right. Psychology has always been my interest. Ever since first year college. I just didn’t realize it until then.

So far I’ve been consistent with that DREAM.

Until,

DSLR’s came around.

Until,

Photography came around.

Now, I’m confused. Haha. I know I still want Psychology, but something tells me Photography will not just be a hobby or anything of that sort.

Talk about inconsistensies. I think I have a problem. :)

I finally found my very very first theme on wordpress. Imagine I had to visit every wordpress theme site google could give me. And finally, finally, finally…

Feels like home.

Bunsoi texted me last night that it’s his last day on Baguio. I was really sleepy then but my eyes shot open upon reading his text.

Major FLOP!

We could’ve met or something, had we only known we were in the same place at the same time!

Boo Boo Boo.

Hate it when that happens.

I’ve decided to remove Feedjit and perhaps would later disable the comments section too.

I hate feedjit.

It tells you that people from other side of the world gets to your blog, that people from other parts of this country reads my nonsense, yet the ONLY FREAKIN PERSON I’d like to read this blog does not even know the URL.. I just discovered that five minutes ago.

Cheers to that. :)

I change themes every now and then.

Edit:

Okay, I’m gonna stick to this theme FOR NOW. :P

Disclaimer: What you will read below is just a fragment of my imagination and while some parts of it may ring a bell, just.. read along. :)

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Just can’t handle face-to-face battles.

They really have to do their thing – back stabbing.

As if it would get them anywhere.

Insecure, insecure, insecure.

Tsk.

I fuckin hate the guards of this stupid subdivision!

It’s just too much! I have to call them up every time I am expecting a package, I have to tell them to LET THE DELIVERY VAN go straight to our house, and everytime they will say yes but then do otherwise! They keep holding off my packages and drop it to our house afterwards!

I mean, I can’t see the effin point of all these! The delivery guys are not from some cheapy courier services, heck they’re from Air21, LBC and To-Go, not some unsigned delivery service crew or something, and MIND YOU, these guards take all personal identification cards, like driver’s license and all others, and they give you a big gatepass, about the size of half a bondpaper before they let you in. They hold off visitors for almost ten to twenty minutes at the gate before they let them come in. Grabe. Parang anytime may bobombahin sa subdivision kaya ganun sila kahigpit. Hello! Reality check people!

Nakakainis na! Last Christmas, Bob and I were expecting a ham from his tita, and all the while, we thought it’s not yet there, yun pala, hinold lang nila. Imagine our dismay nung halos di na makain yung ham!

These schoopid guys need some learning experience. I’m definitely going to give them one. Grabe. Super power-tripping bastards!

It’s funny how some people still manage to get through life doing bad things to other people.

It may have escaped their notice, but hey, karma works.

I don’t know how you get about doing bad to people who’s been nice to you from the start. Maybe you don’t know about karma, or maybe you do, it’s just that you don’t believe in it, do you?

You see, knowing that karma works is way different from believing it does.

Let me give some examples.

We think there are some people who sells our stuffs using our pictures and then later gets someone else to print it for them. This is bad, plain rude because these people did not value our effort and the time we spent trying to make OUR OWN DESIGNS. These people don’t care less if they’re being unjust. They need to make money, and that’s one way of earning cash. Under normal circumstances, we would have bashed out and placed pictures on different sites and called them names, etc, but no. We did not. We know there’s something going on but it’s fine. KARMA WORKS. Sooner or later, you’d know how it feels to have your IDEAS taken away by someone else without much effort. And you’ll remember us.

There are people who sent order forms but never replied to any of our messages, people who promised they’d pay the next day, but never did. There are people who almost called us scammers, and we did try our best to prove to them we’re not. In the end, they’re the ones who disappear. Again, under normal circumstances, we would have had our own post in Multiply Officially Banned, but no. We did not. We try to keep our cool about things, trying to understand them in every way possible, and because we believe, yet again, that KARMA WORKS. Someday, someone will bust out your energy and effort and then run away.

You see, I believe in Karma. I believe that there’s someone UP THERE who sees what we’re doing every day. He knows our pure intentions, and he gives us rewards for the good things we’ve done, and he gives us punishments for the wrong things we’ve done.

He is the justice we always crave for.

You see, I’ve been scammed, too. Someone ran away with our hard-earned 100k. At that point, I wanted to do everything to make her suffer, but there’s more to life than that. Let her have the 100k. My Lola always told me, “madaling maubos ang perang galing sa panloloko”, and true enough.

Good Lord up there gave us tons of projects which amounted more than what was lost. He gave me MYSHOPPINGHAVEN, he gave me new friends, he gave me lots of things I never would have thought of if that incident never happened to me.

Karma is God’s way of teaching us what to do and what not to do.

Have you taken the time today to think of your upcoming karmas?

I wish you all good ones. :)