“I only like Steven.”
I find comfort in knowing that she does not cry for Justin Bieber.
A year ago, on this very day, my dream crashed before my very eyes. My plan to become who I want to be in the future disintegrated into tiny specks of dust, blocking my view of the horizon that lay before me. Disoriented, I pulled back and ran away as far as possible. The truth was just too bad to be true. I failed myself. I failed my family. I failed everyone who believed in me. The pain was too unbearable. There’s no anesthesia.
I used to imagine myself in the corporate world – balancing sheets, preparing income statements, and doing everything that has something to do with accounting. And why not? I originally intended to pursue a degree in Accountancy. But something wouldn’t let me. And that’s the next-to-the-penultimate period of the story. Goodbye, dream.
When I got home that day, I came across a bitter quotation:
Reality can destroy the dream; why shouldn’t the dream destroy the reality?
- George Moore
It’s as if this whole sentence empathized with the unstable state of my emotions. But it still felt like trudging a wild river in a debilitated raft. I was certain I couldn’t move on.
But I did, once I enrolled as a BS Chemistry student.
Fast forward.
I only have a vague recollection of my first day as a chemistry major. But I’m willing to bet a thousand dollars that nothing else made me happier than studying about atoms. It took me almost a year to realize what happened. God used His invisible hands to place me in the field that’s best for me. I was just weak to accept my fate. Or I was just to blind to see it. But now, I moved on… with all the atoms in my body.

Dear DOTA,
I miss you. A certain part of me yearns for your presence in every minute of everyday (what a cliche). I wish I could see you soon. But reality dictates that I cannot. Seeing you sooner than planned would certainly destroy one of my New Year’s resolutions – something I would obviate. I guess there’s no known alternative other than to learn to live without you in the meantime. And I’m still in the process of learning.
See you one time next month. Or see you infinitely in December. Au revoir.
P.S. It’s nice meeting you again a little while ago. Kindly keep our “secret meeting” to ourselves.
Your loyal friend slash ardent devotee,
Rob Jeremiah


Steel
I often see myself as a tough and shining metal because when I’m faced with tough problems and decisions, I try to be as strong as steel. In Chemistry, metals are associated with positive charges, and that explains how I deal with trials. I just shine and defy all the odds while keeping my unwavering optimism alive until the end. But sometimes, I reach my melting point, just like what other metals do, and I can’t help myself but break down and cry. After that, I solidify again to a new and more polished steel, much prepared to face the world and all the challenges that it has to offer.
/07.30.09/

Random girls have been bugging me on Facebook chat since last week. With only a few weeks to go before the beginning of classes, I cannot quite comprehend why they send links that have something to do with Facebook Apps. By virtue of the way they interrupt the smooth flow of my web browsing, I have a valid reason to neglect their requests.
But, hell. OK. Curiosity got the better part of me. Finally, I decided to see under the mantelpiece, and undercover their motives accounting to their modus operandi. Not surprisingly, I found out that these girls joined an online contest. If I’m not mistaken, this contest has something to do with popularity and (you guessed it) vanity. FB users are given the option to vote for their favorites every 24 hours. And that’s it. Being an internet sensation is just a click away.
Though I have nothing against it, self advertisement is not a good idea. If you really have what it takes to win, people will flock to the Clean and Clear App and resurrect you to the top spot. Identifying “friendship” as the lone reason why you receive votes is like the sound of scraping finger nails down a blackboard: it’s bad. After all, isn’t it more overwhelming to see strangers vote for you than to know your friends support you?

NOYNOY got the sympathy votes, ERAP got the popularity votes, and GIBO/GORDON got the intelligent votes. Unfortunately, there are only few intelligent voters nowadays.
My greatest fear transpired yesterday. Noynoy snatched victory from the jaws of defeat to secure another Aquino slot in the list of Philippine presidents. Not that I’m an advocate of ”Anti-Noynoy Campaign.” In fact, in the spirit of democratic centralism, I respect the decision of the majority of the Filipinos who voted for him.
I guess “skeptical” is the right term. I’m one of the Filipinos whose trusts have not yet won by Noynoy. It’s hard to hand things over to someone who hasn’t done anything yet. I quote, “Walang OJT sa Malacañang.” True enough, experience elicits trust and destroys qualms.
Sen. Aquino, this is not a discouragement; take this as a challenge. You have six years (or less) to prove us wrong. Good luck.
