He’s my best friend

Nakaupo siya sa likod ng katabi ko… that was the first day of class… I wasn’t that eager to know him… just like any of my crushes… He has this charm that other guys don’t have. He smiles sweetly when he likes something. That is unlikely I thought. How awkward.

‘m satisfied with just him being a member of the class… as simple as that .. when he got a girlfriend… I simply mentioned to my self… how lucky is the girl to be loved by a guy like him. Those times everything was fine.. Until they broke up and we become good friends.

We ride home together. We talk about our lives…our families… our friends. He was kind to me. He would talk to me and share ideas with me. I was worried that I might fall in love. But deep inside, I was happy. I was very happy indeed.

He never really know that. And I wouldn’t dare to say such thing. I think he loves someone else, a friends who is also close to me, more beautiful and more confident; I don’t want to lose the friendship though. I’m okay with this. I’m happy with this. I need nothing more.

However, I hate accepting the fact that I’m in love. I hate thinking about him, posting love quotes on the net, and answering surveys about first love or something… This is the most awkward part: people, who are good friends of mine, revealed their secrets of liking the same guy that I also like. I don’t want to say anything but reject the surprise and the pain. I never thought that I"m such a selfish person…

I’d say to my self that don’t like! What a hypocrite. I even invented stories about an imaginary love affair with a long time boyfriend! How gross! I was gone insane! because, I just hate the fact, that I’m like the others. I thought I have left the humiliating disposition of a highschool crush. Yet, I can still see the picture of my immature self trapped with the door of maturity and emotions. It was not good. I feel so ashame for the lies and the emotions.

Hindi ko na gusto… (Oh come on!)

Mahal ko siya…

There is a person who knows my secret. She told me why don’t you tell him what you feel… you’re so close to each other… you think he will never notice?

Yes! He will never notice it! like a dust blown by the wind. He won’t feel it… I want to believe now that he only befriended me because of my influence to the school administration! I want to believe that he’s not the person I use to know… that he is an arrogant guy who would use me in terms of problems! but deep inside it pains me so much to death.

I was willing to change because of him. I attended mass because I thought he would be the one who can make me go back to religion… make me want to confirmation… because I want to get marry… I want to get marry someday… but I guess…it doesn’t matters now.

Picachu Picachu where are you?

Hay hay hay…dighay alibumbay Inday!!!

I’m a mediocre… actually that was the first word that care to my mind when I woke up this morning at 3:15 am. I just realized that since I have taken my cherifer last night and I never really accepted the fact that my epipheseal plate is in the verge of its existence, I wondered what mediocre means? How original!

It means between the two rows of bones and the carpus… Uoh… wait a minute… its not the meaning of mediocre… its "Mediocarpal!" I can’t believe that medicine dictionaries don’t have the meaning of such a simple word! Darn! joke…

What will happen to me if I will not be able to find the meaning of such word? Would I ever be a good writer as in someone belonging to the top writers of the century or at least Asia’s one of the most influential persons or I will I ever survive Marsian Invasion! Oh no! Will I still pass the battery exam if I would have a single mistake in a simple vocabulary question? If I will not be able to pass the battery exam, how will pass NCM200! How will I surpass college! Waaaaaaah! And the graduation will only be just a dream! Taking the board exam and the NCLEX are all gone!!! I will never be able to get a degree even if I shift course… I will never be able to finish college or get married or have children walking with me on the hall mark of Singapore! How awful life is without knowing the meading of such a simple word.My life is over……

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHH!!!

. . . .

I’m such a mediocre…

ExcelleNcy…

“Am I capable of writing?” a high school student asked her teacher, returning all her rejected articles. The teacher, whose general features are horrifyingly annoying, replied, “Of course you are! Everyone who can minimize the complexity of imagination into a more specific idea and convert it to written words are capable of writing.”

Then, why would the teacher reject her works?

“Indeed,” she retorted, “you are capable of writing, but you did not qualify for Excellency.”

So, the girl walked away with her arms filled with a pile of unworthy articles, which none has even able to grab a place in the list of appreciation. She kept her articles in her closet rather than cursing it and throwing it away.

The girl continued to wonder. She pursued what she heartily desires: writing. After 50 years she was declared as a National Artist, honored, respected and admired by the people. She reminisced about high school. How her teacher insulted her by condemning all her articles and qualifying them as worthless. Then…she passed away, escaping the realm of oblivion and being immortalized in history by her literary Excellency.

Now, isn’t that simple enough?

written by: Berlin Gablan

Criticize me!

Criticisms are surely agonizing for a creative writer… its something that I must cope up with in pursuing such endeavor…

A friend during highschool told me when i ask her an advice about my writings… "you don’t write for those people who criticize your works… you write for your self…" I thought…she’s write! Oopss.. wrong spell… I mean she’s right! Her name is Gem and she loves writing about thrilling and scarry stuff that deals with social issues…such as teenage suicide… rape victims…. etc… I quite miss her actually.

I wrote my first short story when I was 14 years-old… it was entitled "The dessert creatures". I asked an editor in our highschool writing guild to read it and she was a little fascinated… she retorted "how cute"… if it isn’t the worst criticism I’ve ever hear… Whatever anyway… Everyone who would read it was acting the same thing… it was a simple fable that expresses symbolism which I think they were not able to see…

After highschool I didn’t even include Journalism or Literature as a course choices for college… this is because lots of good contemporary writers were not actually a graduat of such course… In fact, most of them are graduate several science-based courses… THough, I’m still hoping that one day I could attend seminars or formal classes about writing… My dream is to publish my own book…hehe… anyway… I want to say good luck to all young aspiring writers of my generationg…

Bwahaha!

Ang malungkot na prinsipe

‘Ah! munting prinsipe, naiintindihan ko rin unti-unti ang malungkot at munti mong buhay. Matagal na panahon na ang masarap pakiramdamang paglubog ng araw ang siya mong libangan…

 "Alam mo…gusto mo ang paglubog ng araw pag sobra ang lungkot mo."

"Sobra ba ang lungkot mo sa araw ng 43 beses na takipsilim?"

Pero hindi sumagot ang munting prinsipe…’

-galing sa aklat ni Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Ang Munting Prinsipe