Juan Thing Remains

Facebook, Twitter, Google, Yahoo and stuff. I explored the net. I'm drowning myself to the ideas and the news. Like everybody does when they are left at home alone. Unexpectedly, my high school classmates went in our house. Good thing I'm all alone. Bad thing, the house is a whole mess. I swept the floor, hid the unfolded clothes and finger-combed my hair hastily. My high school classmates, who are naturally wild and crazy, made my house loud again. Regardless of the mess, we still enjoyed the moment. Laughter after each seconds, stories every now and then, eating and consuming up some foods in the fridge. The moment was precious. I reminisce those moments of high school days. Those bright, feeble, slightly innocent and crazy-busy days. I missed their laughter and the grand stories. The attitudes that made the class united. The soul of the unity that is spasmodically making us reunited even if we've gone on separate ways. Intercollegiate problems are obviously presen

Malamig ang umaga. Hindi makapiglas ang mga pawis sa aking balat. Maliwanag at maaliwalas ang pagsikat ng araw mula sa bintana, gayon din ang aking ngiti. Ang pagtagos ng mga mumunting sikat ng araw sa mga dahon ng punong mangga ay lumilikha ng kagila-gilalas na imahe. Tulad ng isang halamang umuusbong, bumangon ako nang may pagkagalak. Maituturing na ito ay isang masayang umaga. Nakaraang gabi, naalala ko ang aking pag-uwi mula sa aking sintang paaralan. Nakaranas ako ng matinding pahirap. Sa kadahilanang malayo ang aking tirahan sa aking pamantasan, Sta. Mesa Manila hanggang Payatas A. Q.C., ang pang araw-araw na pagpunta at pag-uwi galing doon ay isang malaking hamon. Ang pila at siksikan upang makasakay ng bus galing sa Cubao ay lubhang mapanganib. Napakahirap makipagbuno sa mga taong nais din umuwi nang maaga. Ang paghanap ng bus sa istasyong iyon ay umaabot ng mahigit bente minuto hanggang isang oras. Minsan pa nga ay dalawang oras, tagaktak na ang pawis, napuno pa ng maitim n

This is my first blog. So, this blog is about my first blog. My topic here is my blog. How's that? Well, obviously, I don't know what to say about this blog. I want to make this blog a different one. So I made a blog entitled 'First Blog'. Then I don't know entirely why am I continuously typing for this blog. Then my brain signaled to my hands to spasmodically press each letters and buttons. I felt nervous when I've reached this point. Especially when I've put a dot after the word 'point'. Then after the 'Then' word, I felt a sort of frenzy. Right now, I realize that I'm somewhat wasting my 3 minutes of existence and became afraid or somewhat conscious of the readers who will say that I made a very nonsense blog, and then they will start to judge me on my nonsenseness. Then right after the word 'nonsenseness'', they will soon figure out that it is an invalid word. Going back to the topic, the blog thingy, the word blog is co