Move On, B.

We all live to tell, I believe that. Although this one is not based from my own experience, I feel moved to share what was bothering me a few minutes ago. And after Gossip Girl’s latest episode, Inglourious Bassterds, I hit my profile page to virtually shout out, “thought I wanted a Chuck for myself but realizes that, after what he did to Blair, he’s a total bastard. Don’t be sorry B, you don’t deserve a selfish boar.”

"I did what I had to, to win. I can't let all my feelings cost me all that I've built."

You guessed that right, I am totally frustrated that Chuck sold out his girlfriend, and you might as well be agitated too.

I have always admired the C and B tandem, always touched by how their cat and mouse plays turned into a real and serious relationship. And I even thought I wanted to find my own Chuck, ‘coz I’ve  always been drawn to bad-boy types, though unintentionally. At some point, I see myself doing everything that I can only to find the one person  I’m doing it for is a selfish-minded asshole. Don’t mind my words but consider. I would not have done what B did because I have a different belief, which is, self-preservation can actually be an act for others. But C seriously sold her out without her knowing. And I can’t explain the pain, though I shouldn’t be minding since B and C are just characters. But we can all relate one way or another. And maybe that can explain why there are words such as “trust” and “loyalty”.

Well, I can only complain. I am no part of the screenplay committee who, kudos to them, remarkably made a good story. People love the villain. People love the pain — although in a different context, as a matter of speaking.

We all have stories to tell, and theirs may be yours too.

To all Bs like me, let’s move on.

"All I ever did was love you."

Easter Surprise

The Holy Week was no extraordinary. I have had to struggle the same way I did the past few weeks, except that I have one more day to rest in addition to weekends. But life is a roller coaster. I’ve had my share of good things, too — well, at least, on a Monday.

That morning, I went to google the result of Ateneo’s law entrance examination, visited the school’s official website, and submitted to frustration for not finding any news. And since I felt a little less comfortable for immediately leaving my seat in front of the monitor, I took a peek at my Facebook account. It’s none like browsing through my friends’ recent updates, but was focused on the red marks on the upper left-hand corner. Yes, the notifications. And there was a message from a total stranger, an invitation for a possible ‘recruitment’ to a sorority, if that’s what it’s called. She claimed that I made it to the list of passers, and that only meant I’m qualified to enroll. I didn’t want to believe it although my heart is leaping with joy. I took a second look at the school’s website and found a link on its home page… And voila! I really made it!

I couldn’t describe the feeling. It even felt like I couldn’t contain it. But it was real. And I was picturing myself wearing a corporate suit, the killer heels, and the lawyer feel. It was such a huge blessing. I’ve been praying hard for it and it felt like nothing else was more rewarding than getting admitted to one of the top, if not the number one, law schools in the country.