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March 2, 2013

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May 30, 2012 - A second post

Dear Journal,

In times like these, I can’t help but to think of the friends I grew up with. They come from a place where, despite the rule of law that blood is indeed thicker than water, they literally made it possible to merge the two parties into one. A place where I wouldn’t be shocked if I’m woken up the following morning by the sound and sudden jerks of my bed, caused by their uncontrollable jumping. A place that’s 3283.37 miles away from where I am now.

• -August 17, 2008

After twisting and turning for hours on end throughout the night, I finally fell asleep at 4:30 in the morning. After what seemed like a coupe of minutes, I was woken up to the sound of Kill All Your Friends by My Chemical Romance (Yes, I was into MCR back in the day) on full blast from my iHome. Realizing that nobody in our house had this song on their iPod, I sat up and found Austin and Zack looking back at me while they sat on my artwork. I jumped out of bed and immediately took a shower. To my surprise, right outside of our apartment complex, was my whole group of friends. They took turns telling me about the favorite memories we shared and they all personally handed me their letters. We spent the rest of the day in the playground of Vallecito Elementary School, climbing structures, talking laughing and reminiscing. At one point I was sure that we all hoped that, as impossible as it seems, time would somehow stop itself from flowing. At around 5:00 in the afternoon, my father called me and instructed me to “wrap it up.” My eyes started to moisten, and eventually it flooded itself with my tears. Once my friends saw me sobbing, they all knew what it mean and we all embraced in a last farewell hug, joining me in sobbing during the process. As we loaded the rest of my stuff into our Pajero, I broke down yet again into a sob while we all hugged. I got in and rolled down the window. I waved a final farewell to them, and that was the last time I personally saw them.

May 30, 2012

Dear Journal,

       Dear Critics,

              Greetings of utmost peace!

              First and foremost, I would like to ask for a fraction of your precious
       time in order to hear out what I have to say towards all of you.

            I can be a critic if I wanted to. What gets me every single time that I’m
       tempted to do so is the image of a person’s self esteem dying by my very
       hands because of negative criticism that I rendered unto them. Puede
       namang i-surrender ang criticism in a nice and constructive manner.

              I, however, am not a fan of how unofficial critics bash and stomp on
       people’s personalities with their oh so sharp words, which I have to admit,
       can fatally wound a person. 

              We are all humans. I have my shortcomings and malamang, ikaw rin.
       I can find it in the depths of my personality to forgive people of your
       sort, but I beg you all, please, for the sake of buoyancy, please take it easy
       on our neighbors.

                                                                                          Sincerely Yours,

                                                                                    A Person Who Cares 

May 18, 2012

Dear Journal,

Everything either has been or will become inverted.

A question was thrown out to me out of the blue recently about why I text/chat through correctly punctuated and spelled words. 

K.