02 Disyembre 2013
Lunes.
I think everyone deserves to not be impeccably mannered or politically correct all the time. We all have that certain "Shit. This damn feeling has been getting familiar for two years already. You've been studying your whole life." moments or something along those lines.
I remember that exact moment when the proctor approached me to fill up a brand new exam card. BRAND NEW. And I was writing at the top. I was required to fill up a new card cause yes, unfortunately, I managed to fail the board enough times to fill up one whole freakin card. It was self depreciation at its finest. Nakakaiga ng respeto sa sarili ung oras na un. I was about to breakdown and cry but thought otherwise as even my tears could render the answer sheet invalid if it fell.
I went full circle. Almost like a first time exam taker with blind courage to just go for it. I closed my eyes and endured it. Endure was an understatement if compared to thoae two years of failing repeatedly. And now here we go again.
From here to where you are,
Khryss.
12.02.2013
11.27.2013
Almost is never enough.
26 Nobyembre 2013
Martes. Tanauan City.
My gauge meter as to how tired I am is based on what I wear to sleep. Tonight I collapsed in my bed still wearing my work clothes, surprisingly able to manage to unhook the strap that's been binding me the whole day. I woke up a couple of hours later with a panicked reaction thinking that it's already the next day and that I might be late for work. But it was just 9pm. I was so tired that my 2-hour sleep felt like 7. And body running on caffeine, I didnt feel the need to eat dinner too. I was so tired that my system can't process anything else.
I was tired on three counts. Physically. Mentally. And emotionally. Im quite baffled as to how I can still write this entry for posterity. Physical tiredness came from a final inspection which required us to travel for four hours back and forth to the site. It was so far-flung that my phone signal abandoned me without hesitation upon that first stretch of rough road and my ears popped from such high elevation. But this kind of adventure makes me love my profession more. It makes me see things for the first time like the Lake of Taal in such close view or the countless fish cages that I used to just see as flickering lights by the water everytime I drink my coffee in Tagaytay City. This kind of adventure allows me to see our designs from paper turn into something real and tangible ready to serve its purpose for the communities. And more often than not, physical tiredness is the easiest to ease.
Mental tiredness came from the board exam I took over the weekend. Taking it for the fifth time certainly rearranged my perspective. And waiting for the result tomorrow night is nerve wracking when I think about how much I want to pass....Im keeping the faith and I hope that this time it will be different. That this time, my name will finally be on THAT list.
As for the emotional tiredness, I guess this one is the hardest to appease. No amount of sleep or tears can pacify the feeling. I wrote on a random piece of paper this morning "What hurts more: being lied to or finding out?". Being in a long distance relationship requires so much more trust from each other compared to normal relationships where you're able to see the person you love on a regular basis. You only rely on his words. On what he CHOOSE to tell you. So when you get lied at more than once, it honestly shakes the foundation. And then he reinforces it with three words. Sobrang sakit pagsinungalingan. Lalo na kung galing pa yun sa taong mahal na mahal mo T_T Its like being unworthy of honesty. Naisip ko tuloy marami na siguro akong pagkukulang para hindi maging sapat pagsabihan ng totoo...
From here to where you are,
Khryss
Martes. Tanauan City.
My gauge meter as to how tired I am is based on what I wear to sleep. Tonight I collapsed in my bed still wearing my work clothes, surprisingly able to manage to unhook the strap that's been binding me the whole day. I woke up a couple of hours later with a panicked reaction thinking that it's already the next day and that I might be late for work. But it was just 9pm. I was so tired that my 2-hour sleep felt like 7. And body running on caffeine, I didnt feel the need to eat dinner too. I was so tired that my system can't process anything else.
I was tired on three counts. Physically. Mentally. And emotionally. Im quite baffled as to how I can still write this entry for posterity. Physical tiredness came from a final inspection which required us to travel for four hours back and forth to the site. It was so far-flung that my phone signal abandoned me without hesitation upon that first stretch of rough road and my ears popped from such high elevation. But this kind of adventure makes me love my profession more. It makes me see things for the first time like the Lake of Taal in such close view or the countless fish cages that I used to just see as flickering lights by the water everytime I drink my coffee in Tagaytay City. This kind of adventure allows me to see our designs from paper turn into something real and tangible ready to serve its purpose for the communities. And more often than not, physical tiredness is the easiest to ease.
Mental tiredness came from the board exam I took over the weekend. Taking it for the fifth time certainly rearranged my perspective. And waiting for the result tomorrow night is nerve wracking when I think about how much I want to pass....Im keeping the faith and I hope that this time it will be different. That this time, my name will finally be on THAT list.
As for the emotional tiredness, I guess this one is the hardest to appease. No amount of sleep or tears can pacify the feeling. I wrote on a random piece of paper this morning "What hurts more: being lied to or finding out?". Being in a long distance relationship requires so much more trust from each other compared to normal relationships where you're able to see the person you love on a regular basis. You only rely on his words. On what he CHOOSE to tell you. So when you get lied at more than once, it honestly shakes the foundation. And then he reinforces it with three words. Sobrang sakit pagsinungalingan. Lalo na kung galing pa yun sa taong mahal na mahal mo T_T Its like being unworthy of honesty. Naisip ko tuloy marami na siguro akong pagkukulang para hindi maging sapat pagsabihan ng totoo...
From here to where you are,
Khryss
11.11.2013
Treacherous.
11 Nobyembre 2013
Lunes. Tanauan City.
I hear my bones cracking as I lay down in bed breathing. I put my feet up against the wall and check if there are any marks of my being unhealthy again. None. Except for the red patches on my upper body caused by skin asthma which was further triggered by the lack of power supply at the office the whole day, I look pretty healthy. I even gained weight :)
But I feel very tired. Drained at some extent. How long am I going to put myself in this treacherous process. Just thinking of how many days I have left before the board literally weakens me.
I need that embrace that is so tight that it can put the broken pieces back together...
From here to where you are,
Khryss
Lunes. Tanauan City.
I hear my bones cracking as I lay down in bed breathing. I put my feet up against the wall and check if there are any marks of my being unhealthy again. None. Except for the red patches on my upper body caused by skin asthma which was further triggered by the lack of power supply at the office the whole day, I look pretty healthy. I even gained weight :)
But I feel very tired. Drained at some extent. How long am I going to put myself in this treacherous process. Just thinking of how many days I have left before the board literally weakens me.
I need that embrace that is so tight that it can put the broken pieces back together...
From here to where you are,
Khryss
11.09.2013
Oo.
9 Nobyembre 2013
Sabado.
Writing for me has always been a secret confidante who is never too tired or jaded to listen to whatever it is that I have to say or..afraid to say. It will never judge you for being in the same predicament again. Or for lacking the foresight that you confidently think you had.
I would like to believe that I got this love situation highlighted and bulleted to perfection, with emphasis on my shortcomings or whatever it is that I could have done more. But with last night's sleep that involved more tossing and turning than the actual act of slumber, I think I would have to re-evaluate myself.
I was never the nagger or the type of woman who demands her man's time like she owns it. I would always prefer to be given the time which was freely prioritized for me. Mas masarap naman kasi talaga sa pakiramdam ang bigyan ka ng oras kaysa sa humingi ka pa ng oras di ba?
I was never the girl who wants someone else's life to revolve around her. I prefer him to live his life to the fullest while Im helping him achieve his dreams. I always want to bring out the best in him even if it means that we cant always be together as much as we would want to. I enjoy hearing his stories about his world and the people in it. Im amazed by the fact that Im falling more in love with him with each passing day no matter how draining our professional lives can get.
But today..I woke up unhappy. The thought of him in such close proximity to his past left a numbing feeling in my head. Past conversations drifted randomly and I had to reassure myself of where I stood. I trust him when he said that he wont do anything to hurt me even if they were in the same company. I dont need assurance like most women do. I can actually stand my ground and straightly believe words.
But I dont like the feeling of being "hidden" but in plain view. I can clearly recall when he was asked if Im his girlfriend. He didnt say no. But he didnt say yes either. That left a sharp throb in my heart that I just choose to let on to not prolong the conversation. He was just trying to keep the things between us exactly that..between us. He said that he's not the type to announce about his relationship. And I fully understand that because its a lot simpler when few people are involved and the privacy is kept preserved. But its a whole different story when the one asking is his past.
I felt like some secret that he doesnt want to address. But above all, I felt sad..because for the third time in my life, I am still not the woman that a man answers "yes, she's my girl and I am in love with her" whenever an ex girlfriend would ask. I am always just the acquiantance..or the dormate..or the classmate. Always just that.....
From here to where you are,
Khryss
Sabado.
Writing for me has always been a secret confidante who is never too tired or jaded to listen to whatever it is that I have to say or..afraid to say. It will never judge you for being in the same predicament again. Or for lacking the foresight that you confidently think you had.
I would like to believe that I got this love situation highlighted and bulleted to perfection, with emphasis on my shortcomings or whatever it is that I could have done more. But with last night's sleep that involved more tossing and turning than the actual act of slumber, I think I would have to re-evaluate myself.
I was never the nagger or the type of woman who demands her man's time like she owns it. I would always prefer to be given the time which was freely prioritized for me. Mas masarap naman kasi talaga sa pakiramdam ang bigyan ka ng oras kaysa sa humingi ka pa ng oras di ba?
I was never the girl who wants someone else's life to revolve around her. I prefer him to live his life to the fullest while Im helping him achieve his dreams. I always want to bring out the best in him even if it means that we cant always be together as much as we would want to. I enjoy hearing his stories about his world and the people in it. Im amazed by the fact that Im falling more in love with him with each passing day no matter how draining our professional lives can get.
But today..I woke up unhappy. The thought of him in such close proximity to his past left a numbing feeling in my head. Past conversations drifted randomly and I had to reassure myself of where I stood. I trust him when he said that he wont do anything to hurt me even if they were in the same company. I dont need assurance like most women do. I can actually stand my ground and straightly believe words.
But I dont like the feeling of being "hidden" but in plain view. I can clearly recall when he was asked if Im his girlfriend. He didnt say no. But he didnt say yes either. That left a sharp throb in my heart that I just choose to let on to not prolong the conversation. He was just trying to keep the things between us exactly that..between us. He said that he's not the type to announce about his relationship. And I fully understand that because its a lot simpler when few people are involved and the privacy is kept preserved. But its a whole different story when the one asking is his past.
I felt like some secret that he doesnt want to address. But above all, I felt sad..because for the third time in my life, I am still not the woman that a man answers "yes, she's my girl and I am in love with her" whenever an ex girlfriend would ask. I am always just the acquiantance..or the dormate..or the classmate. Always just that.....
From here to where you are,
Khryss
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