#JOURNAL CHAPTER2
by
Cathlucero
- September 01, 2018
Happiness.
Those words that being scribbled upon ink
stained paper and published as document on software app (like this), are being noticed.
My cheek stretched out for a smile, dimples became apparent, eyes were
fabulously bright. You had lifted a sort of advance gift of satisfaction – I
deeply appreciate your compliments dear readers:).
As a response to some request and on
fulfilling to what I had promised (because promises aren't made to be broken,
right guys? :)) Spoil yourselves and hope this another dispositions of mine, again,
would appeal to you as worthwhile.
Under a familiar vicinity, one moment in
time; sitting pretty, properly enjoying my meals whilst my cellphone was
constantly buzzing a notification tone. Senders seem to be into something. Though,
the other side of me was insisting "Don't bother them, keep eating,"
(peace yow senders).
Achieve! My stomach's full. I am ready to seize
the day!
Did
brushing my teeth, fixed my outfits, tried to stuff some sorts, primped - I
stopped, wonder briefly and reach out, took a peek in my phone for time
updates.
And goodness, Very late!
Cannot escape the reality though, I
hurried across the street. Hopped in a motorcycle, arrived in the meeting place
only to found out, all were aboard except me. What a nasty! Right there, I
wanted desperately a time machine- rearrange decisions and events, if only.
I extended an apology yet, I still felt
guilty. Guilty for informing a specific call time (where I turned as, the
rule-breaker). Guilty for not complying my obligation (hey, Ms. Pres.). Guilty
for being Late, (I am really sorry guys).
Bracing myself for a distraction, stick
some headphones and selected a song. Tried my best to forget the embarrassing
mistake. Heads down, shoulders sagged, elbows loosely at sides and feet
unsteady- perhaps my enthusiasm that the trip ticket is on my precious hands
(without me they can't probably leaveJ), made me the careless.
Lesson
learned. I must observe
time warningly conscious.
To and fro, I kept myself deporting unto
speculations and what if's. Braced myself to tap even speck of alternative and
focus because whatever happens, the show must go on.
In spite of being hooked with queries,
worries, and tiny glimpses of my issue here(late) still, the activity was
basically fun with new acquaintances, sight-seeing, food trip, and learnings. And,
eeeeep! Still my flaws will be considered as anecdote, at least hahaha.
Anticipating a new role is for me, an
opportunity to engage myself into a thrill of glamour and sweats. I was filled
with excitements prior to our shoot (though I'm not your main character here),
I was our group's humbly videographer.
#TourismAd☺
The wander was kinda summer fun. Just as
when almost of the scene was portrayed, the vibe was patched with overwhelming exhaustions
huhuhu.
Great outdoor days and extra biz made
their ways. The Academic side replied and made its presence with reviewers and
study-related thingy. Midterm examination reigned on DEBESMSCAT in the second
week of August and students responded to it by casting their respective duties
and roles.
Under the morning sky, the view of a
familiar, sentimental isle gleamed and popped on my head. Today seems to be my
day (for those of you who don't know me well, I seldom go home due to ‘remoteness’
issue).
My journey was filled with impressions. I
always feel fascinated whenever I travel. Either it be going home or on track
to somewhere. This is because, the act is a treat for me to have a
multi-reflection on different issues clouding my head, a refreshing perspectives
on life.
The reverie was filtered with pensive
notions. I arrived to the pier with big waves ceaselessly cuddled the shores, no
pump boat headed to our place plus, shut down phone- I'm the luckiest, what do
you think? 😢
Then, I had this slogan that at some point
made me calm. Wherever our foot set destinations, it is a must to instill in
our beings a sense of optimism. Situations
may be messy and grey still, if we optimize positive assertions, there will
always be colors of hope.
Whisker to an event implying a negotiation
with little but terrible workbook thingy. Might as well, a whirling
interrogations- yearning for answers. Much like poetry filled with rhymes.
Cheers for another accomplishments🙌.
" Success is always tucked away in
the hidden recesses of your soul, ready to be put into action and be
enjoyed."
If only I can profoundly analyze cover to
cover the messages presented in the book.
If only I have the infinite time to read
such over and over again until it just gets stuck in my head like a song.
If only I have my own.
Obviously, I fell in love with the book.
As it spelled out issues for introspection. Ideas good to learn. Implementation
that will guide us in jumping the hurdles toward success - possible answers
that may tap a drastic change in our lives. I highly recommend it as book you
might as well, read. Just pay a visit to our library and you can borrow it for
free😉.
Fast forward into fourth week of August
which I was heedless of the possibility that on that peculiar day, I will be
place on the hot seat, the centerpiece picture splashed by clamor, litany of
complaints. I stared dumbly, all quiet there and walk away to fixed errands. My
day was repainted into darkest hues. Sometimes life rhymes such way, by the
way.
The nasty intrusive aspect, a little later
converted into a myriad, many means, many forms- activities that haunted me to
remain tune.
We ended owe a deal with our first
language. Studying the lingua franca, on the other hand made me to overlook the
hidden beauty the former possess. With ABAKADA's effort to facilitate an
activity intended for it- showcases some
Filipino talents and utilization of language itself - tongue twister and seem
to be foreign ?
