Just Saying


PnC Herald Vol.7 No.3 December Issue, Opinion Page Column: Serendipity

People have different means of expressing themselves. Before, it was usually just through a personal diary or a blog or through communication with others. But people’s way of expressing thoughts and ideas has evolved with technology. Oftentimes, self-expression is done through social media these days. In fact, there are a lot of groups and pages created in order for people to say what they feel, their concerns, etc. either directly, or anonymously. As it seems, everyone has always something to say, everyone is wanting to be heard. From largest issues to smallest nonsense, they never seem to run out of something to say.

The “usual feed” in social media comes out as rants, hate posts, crush confessions, posts about the latest trends and at times, “pabebe” posts. Honestly, I don’t really mind if someone wants to turn their Facebook and Twitter accounts into a public diary, and their Instagram accounts into a “daily life photo album”, or if someone wants to update the whole world with what happened to them every minute of their lives. Although this may be an exaggeration, of course it happens sometimes. You know, those “may maipost lang” (just to post something) type of people. Well, I don’t really care of how one wants to manage their accounts, after all, these are all side effects of freedom of speech and expression.

Freedom of speech as we know, is the right to express one’s opinion and expression. It is sometimes used synonymously with freedom of expression, and it encompasses the right to seek, receive and impart information, ideas and opinion through any media regardless of the frontiers. It is one of the most precious rights of man, however it is also the most abused liberty. Some people tend to use this freedom as an excuse to do or say things that would impair somebody else’s liberty, to hurt another’s feelings or to degrade one’s dignity, which is just not right. Freedom of speech is not limitless, it ends where other rights start. Not because you just feel like saying something, you should already voice it out – most especially through social media where anyone and everyone can see. Why? Simply because most people tend to believe something easily. Often, they would about something regardless of not knowing if it’s true or not, thus contributing to a spread of misinformation. Remember, what has been said could not be undone, and some damages could not be healed by just deleting a post or making a public apology. Just like what Arthur W. Diamond said:

We may accordingly speak, write and print with freedom, but we shall also be responsible fo such abuses of this freedom as defined by law.

There’s nothing wrong with self-expression, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to be heard. It becomes wrong when freedom of expression is no longer freedom of expression. As what have been said earlier, freedom of speech is not limitless, it comes with a responsibility. We should be careful of what comes out of our mouth for words are very powerful, it can lift someone up or crush them down. Maybe what I’m just trying to say is, we should think of the possible consequences of what we’re about to say before we let something slip out of our tounge. After all, it is not just freedom of speech that we have, we also have freedom of thought. Use it.


Stagnant Thoughts


Late night thoughts...
It was always like this,
Always me wondering why it happened,
Asking how and why things ended that way-
More like why we ended? Period.
I miss you...-
You and our late night talks,
And your cranky jokes..
And all our sweet nothings.-
I miss them.
I miss everything about us - everything.
Even those silliest fights
Or those corniest lines.
I want them back.
I want you back.
But you don't,
And I know you won't.

2012: The Beginning of a New Journey

January 2012. It was few months before our high school graduation. I can’t remember how I was feeling back then. Was I excited to graduate? Sad? Scared? I don’t know. The only thing I’m sure of is I was never ready to leave high school yet and enter a new world where I had to be alone and independent. Yes, our school is preparing us for a ‘brighter future’ and representatives of different universities visit to orient us of what lies ahead but I feel like I’m not yet ready to figure things out on my own.

While my other friends were planning for their future – taking entrance examinations to different colleges and universities, and deciding on what course to pursue – I had no idea on what to do. More like I didn’t know what I want and what I can be capable of. You see, I’m not good at anything, or if I am, that’s only for the beginning. I tend to lose in the middle of everything.

Time passed by, and before I knew it I was in front of the registrar of a state university filling up an application form for an entrance examination with BS Accountancy as my first choice course. And that’s how I ended up here.

Just like most of the other Accountancy students I came to know, I decided to traverse this path without knowing of what comes next. I had no idea of what BS Accountancy is, I’ve never heard of it, atleast not until career orientations in high school which was conducted few months before graduation. But unlike those other BSA students, being here was technically my choice. Technically, because I choose this feeling like I had no other option. The reason is, this is the only course I thought I can be good at.

I was never forced by my parents  nor was I under the influence of any other people when I choose to take this long road. It was my own decision – and that what makes it harder, ’cause there are times – a lot of times – I feel like quitting but I can’t stand the idea of me being unable to finish what I started again, and for several other reasons, I just can’t quit but that’s another story to be to told.




He was my own kind of fairytale,
My sweet serendipity,
The reason for all those butterflies,
The reason behind my smiles.

He was my own kind of fairytale,
A bit of magic and fantasy turned into reality.
He was neither a prince nor a knight in shining armor,
but in this well of sadness he saved me.

He was my supposed to be happy ever after.
Supposed to be the lead in my fairytale lovestory.
It was supposed to be me and him..
Supposed to be…

We were almost a love story.. -almost
But now he’s just another story,
A story I can longer tell.


Little update

Hi everyone 🙂 It’s been a while since I was able to access my blog. Things has been veeery busy at school and I can’t really find time to stop for a while and write again. Anyway, I can’t say that I’m back for good but I really want to thank those people who still finds time to visit my page, I really appreciate that.

Right now, I’m planning to reconstruct my page over the holiday, and I am hoping that I can do that before the year ends. So, yeah. How’s life?