ayos to!

Our Lives
The Calling

Is it love tonight
When everyone's dreaming
Of a better life
In this world
Divided by fear
We've gotta believe that
There's a reason we're here
Yeah, there's a reason we're here

Cause these are the days worth living
These are the years we're given
And these are the moments
These are the times
Let's make the best out of our lives

See the truth all around
Our faith can be broken
And our hands can be bound
But open our hearts and fill up the emptiness
With nothing to stop us
Is it not worth the risk?
Yeah, is it not worth the risk?

Cause these are the days worth living
These are the years we're given
And these are the moments
These are the times
Let's make the best out of our lives
Even if hope was shattered
I know it wouldn't matter
Cause these are the moments
These are the times
Let's make the best out of our lives

We can't go wrong
Thinking it's wrong
To speak our minds
I've gotta let out what's inside

Is it love tonight
When everyone's dreaming
Can we get it right?
Yeah, well can we get it right?

Cause these are the days worth living
These are the years we're given
And these are the moments
These are the times
Let's make the best out of our lives
Even if hope was shattered
I know it wouldn't matter
These are the moments
These are the times
Let's make the best out of our lives

there's a reason we're here



it has to stop. now. got many things to do. can't afford to delay them all.

this too shall pass



well, not really. checked crs results and for the first time in my entire stay in up, got all 18 units. plus my desired sched. 4 days off a week including a three-day weekend. never mind if my tuesdays and fridays last from 9am-7pm. the days off will surely help now that thesis mode is here. have to push through with the plans. at all costs.

feeling much better today. thanks friend for listening. i know my worth. can't let anyone or anything put me down.

guess who said this:"mamamatay akong hindi nakitang sumilay ang bukang-liwayway sa aking bayan! Kayong makakakita, salubungin siya...Huwang ninyong lilimutin ang mga nabuwal sa dilim ng gabi!"



things aren't always fair in life...but the choice is ours to be happy.

i choose to be.


for a friend

so long dear friend. thank you for bearing with me for more than a year. i wish u luck wherever the good Lord may lead you.

the only thing constant is change...


bangagan kagabi with the metro staff. saya. 4 hrs of videoke sa music 21 right after mr. y's lecture. 1 barrel of sanmig draft + nachos + 2 microphones + tarra, edson, leila, george a.k.a. margaux, tina, jo and me = 1 night of katatawanan and hibangan.

galing kumanta talaga ni tarra. walang sinabi si jasmine trias. lokoloko rin si edson. sa taxi pa lang, walang humpay kakatawa namin sa mga jokes niya. butt of jokes ata nila trainor ko, si sir luige, who's in palawan right now for his *honeymoon*... plus this editor, i'm not talking...

highlight of the night: she bangs. ang di sasayaw girlfriend daw ni sir ***** **** haha. kaya sumayaw silang lahat.

wala na atang gustong umuwi. until we checked d watch: past 1 na. we checked d bill, lampas 3 thousand na. hala, lagot.

twas fun anyway. never knew ganun pala sila magbangagan. kaya pala ayaw nilang sumama kay sir gerry magcoffee sa starbucks. we did have a better time though...sayang di sumama si trina. birthday daw kasi ng lola, este, mother nya. (joke lang trina)

sabi ko pa naman, ayoko nang maging journalist (habambuhay). well, kagabi, sabi ko, ok pala sa dito sa metro section a. all of them are ok, sobra. never felt OP the whole time. buti na lang konti lang age gap namin. ang babata talaga ng reporters ng pdi.

anyway, gotta eat now. bye.

some FACTORS are at work



d2 ako inquirer, nangungulit kina trina at sir gerry. nilapitan na ko ni mr. yambot, maglelecture na siya. gotta go. bye bye. kainan na!

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internship chronicles


this day is the longest day in my internship so far. i started the day at 9 a.m. and came home at 2 a.m. the next day—that’s 17 hours of straight work!

i visited some of the schools in san juan early in the morning and i was surprised some of them weren’t prepared yet for monday’s elections. i went back to the office to report what i saw. i also started working on a feature story about teachers serving in the elections.

at 5 p.m., our team (sir luige, jamie, charlie and i) was set to eat dinner together at megamall just in time for the miting de avance scheduled at 7:30 p.m. by some twist of bad luck, a reporter from another paper reminded sir luige about the event, adding that other reporters who were still around will be covering the event. since san juan was my beat and i was set to cover the miting de avance anyway, i was told by my trainor that i should stay behind so i would be in the company of some reporters. i waited for almost two hours for the other reporters to proceed to san juan. i was hungry the whole time. i could not find any food stall anywhere.

on our way to san juan, the news broke out: comelec chair benjamin abalos was rushed to the hospital. one of the reporters was thinking of going to mandaluyong right after covering san juan because abalos’ son, benhur, was set to attend his party’s miting de avance. he could give us some updates on his father’s condition. i asked my trainor if i could join them and he gave me the go signal.

in san juan, we waited for more than an hour. while waiting, the reporters decided to cancel the visit to mandaluyong after they learned that benhur won’t be able to make it to the miting de avance. but another news broke out: ex-pasig mayor enteng eusebio was holding a press conference at 10 p.m. that night. this was obviously regarding the disqualification order handed down by comelec this afternoon. why that late at night? because he would no longer be allowed to speak to the media the day after lest he be accused of electioneering.

we arrived at the venue for the press con at almost 11. it looked like some warehouse of sorts, what with the dim lighting. outside, there were around a dozen men in plain clothing (i thought they looked like bodyguards). they searched our pockets, told us to wear our identification cards, and listed down our names—it was the weirdest press con i have ever attended.

on our way inside the building, we were met with a stack of high-powered firearms kept in an open box. that scared me a little. i hoped those men were not out to kill journalists, including a would-be journalist.

we were still alive when the press con ended. ex-mayor eusebio was denying reports that he got disqualified. he had not received a copy of the comelec resolution, or so he said. sir luige arrived in the middle of the press con and asked most of the questions.

it was almost midnight when the press con ended. i thought i was heading for home but sir luige was still planning to meet the other party—rep. henry lanot who was running for mayor. so we went to whistlestop (were we in libis? i had no idea) to get a copy of the resolution. and we did see it.

finally, after a long day (and night), i went home.


it was sir luige’s day off today so we, the election volunteers (jamie, charlie and i), were left on our own. i started my day early at 8:30 a.m. i visited some of the schools and talked to the principals about their preparations for the elections. i saw firsthand how teachers were really involved in the election process—from cleaning the room to collecting the election materials. and they only get p3,000 for all their efforts.

i met jamie at the deped press con. i wrote a follow-up on the eusebio issue (a short one on comelec’s side since sir luige already wrote on it), a story about the jinggoy-jv rift, and a revision of the feature story on the teachers. jamie added something to the feature story and wrote her own stories in her beat, mandaluyong.

we finished submitting all our stories at past 5 p.m. and we decided to go home early to prepare for the elections the next day.


election day.

i voted early in my precinct so i could make it to the xavier gym in san juan on time. i was only the second person to vote, having waited since 6:30 a.m. outside st. paul quezon city.

by the time i arrived in xavier gym, fernando poe jr. was on his way out. i grabbed my tape recorder and desperately tried to get a comment. i was overwhelmed by the sheer number of reporters, cameramen and photographers elbowing their way just to get a statement or a good shot of the actor.

i was on my toes the whole morning, trying to keep an eye on the personalities who would be voting. we were told in the briefing at the inquirer that we were supposed to describe what they did before and after voting and that’s exactly what i did. among the personalities i interviewed were: senate president franklin drilon, tv host/councilor candidate bobby yan, senatoriable jinggoy estrada, sen. loi ejercito estrada, and san juan mayor jv ejercito. i also talked to national citizens’ movement for free elections secretary general guillermo luz, who came to vote in xavier but who ended up trying to solve problems of missing names.

i also talked to the comelec election supervisor and some pollwatchers before i left for greenhills at lunchtime to write my stories. it was hardly a lunch for me since i was facing the monitor while putting some food in my mouth. i wrote about the activities this morning and a feature story about disabled and hardly-able people who came to vote.

i left at around 3 p.m. for pinaglabanan elementary school, the polling place with the largest number of voters in san juan. there, i saw on tv gma-7’s report regarding a brief commotion at the xavier gym this afternoon so i immediately went there. i found out there were some voters who were unable to vote because the gate was closed at exactly 3 p.m.

at 7 p.m., i headed for the san juan gym where the town level canvassing was to be held, only to find out that the board of canvassers was postponing it for the next day. there was a brief argument between the chair of the boc and the lawyer of mayoral bet erick san juan regarding the postponement. i talked to both of them, dictated the quote to sir luige over the phone, before heading for home at 9 p.m.

it was a tiring day. but a lucky one, still. yesterday i texted lawrence: “congrats! you’ve got two bylines.” early today while waiting for the voting to start, i received the same message from him with a sidebar: “(sounds familiar? ayan, dinagdagan ko na.)” he was referring to the jinggoy-jv and the teachers stories.


since the canvassing was set to start at 1 p.m., i went to san juan at around 10 a.m. already. nothing unusual or newsworthy. i decided to wait, and wait. the canvassing started at 3 p.m. after some of the koalisyon ng nagkakaisang pilipino exchanged barbs with local comelec officials regarding the proper handling of election returns and ballot boxes.

when the canvassing finally started, erick san juan’s lawyer made a scene: he and the entire local lakas-cmd delegation staged a walk-out. i interviewed him right after the walk-out and he was saying his client could not take part in an election “patented with fraud.” yes, he was accusing jv ejercito of fraud. i thought he might have forgotten he was in an erap country.

i wrote a brief article about the walk-out and faxed it to sir luige. later, i interviewed mayor ejercito in his office. i faxed the quotes, with the pwersa ng masa’s quick count results, and waited for canvassing updates but they weren’t available yet. i went home at 8 p.m. with an exam early the next day, i was wishing myself luck. i’m not going to sleep tonight.


with 30 minutes of sleep, i was groggy when i went to san juan at lunchtime. not much happened. i waited for canvassing updates while making a few phone calls.

i called up namfrel-white cross and, after several calls, the woman at the other end of the line gave me an unofficial tally as of 3 p.m. i faxed it to sir luige and the metro desk. i didn’t write a story, probably because i wasn’t in my 100% self. or maybe because there were no stories to write about.

i decided to go home around 7 p.m. just when i was barely a block from home, sir luige called me up. “congressional bet jojo alcovendaz’ supporters were reportedly massing up outside the san juan gym.” so i hailed a taxi, conscious of the fact that i have to give sir luige an update before 8 p.m.

when i arrived there, i saw no people massing up. instead, i saw a dozen policemen by the gate. they must have been expecting something, so i decided to stay for a while.

later, erick san juan’s lawyer, atty. bugaring, was there again to file a protest for his client. he invited me to join him in filing the case at the comelec main office. after consulting with my trainor, i declined and headed home. sir luige texted me twice: “umuwi ka na ngayon. bukas na yan.” i checked my mobile phone, it was 9 p.m.


i went to san juan at lunchtime and talked to local comelec officials who, by now, have become nice to me (they even gave me packed meals). i was told they were set to proclaim the winners this afternoon.

while waiting, i called up atty. bugaring to find out what their protest was about. i also called up namfrel, only to find out that they could not release results until later tonight because they had problems retrieving election returns. looks like the official count is outpacing the quick count, i wrote in my lead. i faxed the story to sir luige and waited for the results.

there were still none by 8 p.m., the deadliest cut-off time. but for some strange reason, i had the feeling proclamation would happen sometime soon. so i waited, even way beyond 10 p.m., the time my trainor told me i should go home. i broke his order and it paid off. proclamation was held at 11 p.m. and i was able to talk to mayor ejercito and councilor bobby yan after. one comelec official promised to give me the results but she wasn’t able to do so, so i figured it would be wise to wait for the next day.

i went home shortly after midnight.


i was expecting to get the official comelec results so i went to san juan at 10 a.m. tough luck, the chair of the boc wasn’t there yet. she had the sole copy of the results. so i decided to write the proclamation story, hoping to get the results when i get back.

there were still no results because the chair, as it turned out, almost fainted. she is pregnant so she must be having a hard time with the elections and the canvassing. but i decided to stay.

with no results still, i decided to leave at a little before 4 p.m. i called up sir luige to inform him that the results weren’t available yet but he was adamant. “they have to release the results now.” so i went back to the canvassing area and talked to some comelec employees. they were also at a loss.

as luck would have it, they opened the ballot box with the consolidated results of the canvassing and so i hurriedly copied it. no other reporters were around, it was a scoop. i checked thrice to make sure the figures were correct and i asked a comelec official if this was official. it was, they said.

with that confirmation, i raced out of the canvassing area, called up metro desk and sir luige to give them the figures. then, off to inquirer office to get our remaining allowance. there, sir gerry asked me to write an article about the appointment of five clergymen. one became archbishop, two became bishops while two bishops were reassigned.

finally, at 7 p.m., i headed for home.


i didn’t know today was my last day. i asked sir luige yesterday if i could take a break today and tomorrow. he said it’s too early to take a break. he said monday would be fine. i agreed. i had no qualms about it.

so when he told me this afternoon that i didn’t have to report tomorrow, i was unprepared. i didn’t have my evaluation sheet ready. but that was fine with me. at least i could now focus on my pi 100 oral exams and report.

the day started at 10 a.m. i went to san juan and checked the canvassing area. they were empty. i was told canvassing for the national positions ended late last night. the people must have been tired because i didn’t see anyone at the comelec office this morning.

i talked to some vendors instead for my feature story. before i headed for the deped office, i decided to drop by the san juan police station. there were no big stories. but i did meet an inmate, my age. he was caught last wednesday for killing an out-of-school youth in august last year. he stabbed the guy 13 times, police investigation showed.

his was sad story. “he wanted to be a policeman. but his hopes vanished after his father was arrested for attempting to kill the man who killed his uncle. without a father to support him, he quit schooling. now, jonathan tatena, 19, is languishing in jail for killing a 20-year-old out-of-school youth he figured into a brawl with. tomorrow, he would join his father at the san juan municipal jail for an odd reunion.”

i was taken aback when i found out that he had a wife and a two-month-old child. he was married at the age of 17. he is the oldest in a brood of five. with him and his father in jail, i wonder what will happen to his family, especially his child and his younger siblings.

too bad i wasn’t able to confirm some of the details so i did not submit my story. but i was thankful to have known his story nonetheless. seeing jonathan’s plight made me appreciate my status right now. i’m not the most successful man in the world but at least i’m enjoying some blessings. i honestly hope he and his family will find a way out of this.

anyway, end of the road for me, at least when it comes to my internship. what can i say? it was the most fruitful, fun-filled, fulfilling summer i have ever had. i can’t wait to be a journalist.

so much has changed in my lyf. bt u being a part of it remains d same. no matter where lyf takes me, il nvr 4gt dat in ds lyf, my world crashed n2 urs & it has been beautiful...TC--one of *her* last messages b4 she left, 7-June-2003. 16:38:38


weird. someone added me sa friendster because she saw my name on meg magazine. my name on MEG MAGAZINE? how did that happen?

i forgot. i did give florian a brief answer re: summer romance. does it really happen? i said i don't think so. i didn't think so, that is. oh well, i still don't. those stuffs never last, especially if one just happens to be on vacation. and it's babye after. long distance love? good luck.

anyway, tumambay lang ako sa inq office this am. with sir gerry and trina, and jo. did get some inside scoop though, haha. it's cold there, literally. geesh, i miss my internship days. kung pwede lang...

pwede naman talaga. it's just that i don't have the time anymore. reg na next week. council matters later this week. plus another commitment.

anyway, stay tuned for internship journal. will post them pretty soon. from may 8-15, the days i wasn't able to post entries. do read them, k? and tag along. that's more like it.

love is only a feeling



Love is only a Feeling
The Darkness

The first flush of youth was upon you when our eyes first met
And I knew that to you and into your life I had to get
I felt light-headed at the touch of this stranger's hand
An assault my defences systematically failed to withstand

'Cos you came at a time
When the pursuit of one true love in which to fall
Was the be all and end all

Love is only a feeling
(Drifting away)
When I'm in your arms I start believing
(It's here to stay)
But love is only a feeling

The state of elation that this unison of hearts achieved
I had seen, I had touched, I had tasted and I truly believed

That the light of my life
Would tear a hole right through each cloud that scudded by
Just to beam on you and I

Love is only a feeling
(Drifting away)
When I'm in your arms I start believing
(It's here to stay)
But love is only a feeling
Anyway, anyway

Love is only a feeling
(Drifting away)
And we've got to stop ourselves believing
(It's here to stay)
'Cos love is only a feeling

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it's me! Posted by Hello


geesh, this blog's dormant already. i've got tons to say but i'll leave that for later. still have a website to finish...

reg starts june 2. that means, vacation for only a week? what could be worse than that? hay...that's life. gotta enjoy it.

see yah around. i'll keep those posts coming. just keep on checking, and tagging too.

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blog finally

this is probably the longest time i haven’t posted an entry on my blog. been reviewing some of my entries for the past days and it occurred to me that they were really long…and quite boring too. so i’m out to outdo myself. will try to keep entries as short as possible. i hope i don’t miss out on the exciting stuff (if any).

just to give you an update: the congressman story got published in the metro section last wednesday. got a tagline for that. the following day, thursday, the sole story i wrote about on wednesday landed in the metrobriefs section. twas about this 17-year-old guy who was shot because he ran after two robbers who held-up the passengers of the jeepney he was riding (sorry if it sounds mind-boggling—i’m on a hurry so i can’t think of a better way to tell the story in one sentence). i didn’t get any story published today because i never got to write one yesterday. i covered this peace covenant in pasig city where only the “implementors” of the election participated—no politicians whatsoever. (you call that a covenant?)

yesterday was really a long day. woke up late at around 6 a.m. to get to my 7 a.m. class. then, i went to san juan to check out some of the polling places and then to comelec to pester (that’s what they thought i was doing anyway) some officials there who happen to hate the inquirer. then, on to deped before going to pasig to cover the peace covenant i was talking about.

by 5:30, we (sir luige, charlie and i) had to head for the inquirer office in makati for another meeting. forgive me if i’m not gonna share all the details but i must say it’s fun being in a room with around 30 of you sharing that same passion for journalism (at least i think ha), not to mention that most of you happen to be blockmates, and that, except for a few, most of you can rightfully be described as “the youth.” we haven’t even met the more senior reporters of pdi who had a meeting the previous night. would have been nice knowing and meeting them. are they nice or do they have ego problems? how patient are they? how do they deal with people? (you see, i’ve always had this impulse every time i visit the office to go to the newsroom and pester everyone with my set of kulit questions—huh, that would’ve ruined their day. i wonder what they’ll do…hmmm…feeling naughty, bratty boy si jobert.)

the meeting ended at almost 11, but as a bonus, we did get some “funds” though (oil to keep the engine running) and an inq shirt. and our press ids. too bad we can’t keep it. management is so paranoid about us using the id for other purposes.

anyway, i got home at around 12 mn. i was trying my best to read up on noli because i should’ve been finished reading by now but my eyes were hurting already so i gave up and set the alarm at 4:30. failed to wake up this morning though, and i almost got late again.

so there, didn’t get to read again. it’s a good thing sir atienza had other things in mind for this morning’s discussion so i was saved. but not totally. when we resume classes on wed next week, we’ll have our exam. i wonder how i’ll ever finish reading the book, not to mention the thought of how to study for it considering that i won’t be having a free day until next, next week. i’m keeping my fingers crossed. who knows, something alarming might happen? we have to be there all the time.

today was no better than yesterday. had to finish a pi project so i went to deped only after lunch. found no stories in san juan but the one thing i wrote about this afternoon was about bayani fernando’s campaign to vote for gloria in marikina. i don’t think it will come out tomorrow.

was already all set to cover lakas mayoralty bet erick san juan’s miting de avance tonight but at the last minute he cancelled it, crying sabotage. so tomorrow, i’m expecting to cover jv ejercito’s rally at night. will go around the town in the morning.

oh well, it’s only 9:30 but my eyelids are dropping again. gotta get some lost sleep…but not now…soon!

have a nice day/night folks! don’t forget to vote come may 10. this is our fight.

ganyan naman kayong magmahal...masakit


new beat

sorry for not blogging yesterday. i was just so tired that i didn’t fee like blogging. twas the first time i spent the whole day outside crame so i was adjusting to the new beat. really, you have to walk, run, commute and eat once you’re out there, lest you won’t survive.

the day started at almost 11. i was aimlessly wandering around the virra mall area, looking for the police precinct and for the gate to estrada’s subdivision (i was trying to develop a story on estrada’s visit you see). then i went to san juan police station but no one wanted to talk. so there, at almost 12 noon, i realized i still had no story. for the first time since my internship started, i felt like i didn’t have any direction.

luckily, sir luige called and asked me to cover a pro-fpj youth congress at 1 p.m. that day. he gave me the name of mayor jv ejercito’s public information officer and i was glad to have found her to be very accommodating.

sir luige and i later met up at the congress at the san juan gym. you should have seen those young people, more than a thousand of them from all over metro manila. some of them didn’t even know what they were doing there. someone just told them to ride the jeep or the bus to go to an fpj rally. since some of them were self-confessed diehard da king fans (never mind if they can’t remember even a title of his movies), they gladly came along. some were told richard gomez was gonna be there, niƱo muhlach and even the sexbomb dancers.

too bad you didn’t see how they reacted at the slightest hint of an artista coming. they literally stood on their chairs and screamed like hell. some were clever enough to bring a camera with them so they can pose with their idol.

the thing that struck me the most was the fact that i couldn’t believe i was covering an fpj rally, what with all my anti-fpj sentiments. but of course, being a journalist, you must put aside your personal views and not let them affect your craft. so i endured more than two hours, i suppose, of dealing with fpj supporters in the most professional way possible. i had no choice. i had to get jv ejercito’s comments so i had to wait. not that i have something against them, it’s the way they act man. of course, to be sure there are fpj supporters who don’t act that way.

sir luige’s story about the rally yesterday didn’t come out today in the inquirer. the event was apparently not newsworthy, not to mention the fact na binastos ni goma si sir luige. oh well, artistas with bloated egos. and poor brains. (pardon my prejudice)

after chitchatting with sir luige and the rest of the friendly reporters at the deped press office, we ended the day with dinner at edsa central mall—all five of us lining up for a long overdue meal. gutom ka na, pagod ka pa. hay…this is a reporter’s life. and so i’ve been warned.

today was no different.received a message from sir luige in the middle of pi class, informing me that he’s down with flu. that meant i was to be on my own, covering mandaluyong, pasig, san juan, rizal, marikina and other outlying areas. the prospect kinda scared me. i felt unprepared for the job. if yesterday i was groping for direction, what more now? luckily, the guys at the press office were kind enough to be of help and i survived the day.

i almost never made it when i got caught up in a traffic jam. on top of that, i can’t seem to find my way inside the deped headquarters. i was really lucky that i recognized two of the reporters who, as it turned out, were on the way to a press con. had i arrived later, i would have missed it.

and so off we went to a restaurant (hmmm…food na naman). there, we met the man who won as congressman three years ago but who never sat in congress because it was only last monday that the supreme court released the decision declaring him the winner. see, that’s how long it takes for the wheel of justice to turn in this country. poor guy. he was reportedly doing poor in the surveys for the present race. he may only get to sit in congress for less than a month in june.

on top of his woes, the incumbent mayor who is his ticket mate was reportedly supporting two other candidates for congressman. how could that be? di naman daw seloso si congressman. seloso my foot.

so i wrote about it. and another story regarding soldiers’ visit in antipolo. i wrote really slow. i finished past 6 when the stories were due at 4 p.m. i don’t know what they’ll make of them but i was told ok lang daw. ok.

just when i thought my day was over, i had to go to up cmc to meet up with some of the members of the council. got home at almost 9 p.m. but ironically, still with high energy. must be the full moon.

later tonight, i received one good advise from sir luige: speed is impt in newspapering. that only means kelangan mo pa mgpractice.

yeah, i agree. there’s always that tendency in me to stop after every sentence, review everything, edit, until i realized that i haven’t gone far enough in an hour of facing the monitor. i’m even trying to control my habit of checking and checking all over again otherwise i may never beat the deadline.

this blog is no exception actually of how i write. i could spend a good two hours coming up with three pages of blog a night. that’s really slow. now, i’m a little faster because i just type whatever comes to my head, even if they don’t make sense. i review what i wrote from time to time, to check on embarrassing “grammage” but since this is informal, it’s forgivable so the pressure is less. when it comes to news stories however, i could spend a good two hours writing less than a page of news. and that’s bad. terribly bad.

oh well, have a lot to learn. sir luige is right: 3rd year ka pa naman. u’ll learn.

learn, i will. you bet.

starry starry night