Where did you go?

It was a Friday.

I see sweaty kids in the busy streets playing with their bare feet. They look tired but they still continue enjoying each other's company. It was already afternoon and the last ray of the sun is trying hard to illuminate the coming darkness of the night,when my grand mother (My father's mother)  left me at a relatives house in Parañaque where my mother was currently staying while she was working in Manila back then. As I entered the three story high - house and saw unfamiliar faces. I was became immediately terrified and went painfully  shy. "Where is mama?" I asked. The lady that claims to be the house keeper said that my mother was still at work and has not arrived yet.  With this uncomfortable situation I sat down at a near by couch while I watch my grand mother's car drive away...

I waited for my mother to arrive. Standing abruptly every time I hear the noisy banging of the gate when someone arrives. She's taking so long, I thought to my self. I wonder what time she's going to arrive. My stomach then was already growling...

Finally around 8:30pm a sweet voice lady entered the front door and called for my name. She looks so beautiful in her working clothes. The lady entered and look so lovingly to my face with her tired eyes. Seeing her, I immediately ran and hugged her tight by the neck and kissed her cheeks. A wave of relief flushed right down to my body. Mama was finally home. 

It's so sad every time I look back and reminisce my childhood days. A lot has changed between me and my mother. We no longer see eye to eye in things. We constantly bicker and argue about things. I miss the old version of her and the moments we shared together --I would trade everything to make our old relationship come back because I terribly miss those times where I wake up in the morning and I scream so loud for her name, those times where she's my friend, where she gives me a bath at night and ask how my day went, I miss how she used to pay attention and talk to me so lovingly. I wonder where that person went? I wish she'd come back and replace the woman who constantly reprimands me as if  I've done nothing right. Because right now all I see is a person who always gets mad and disappointed  at me no matter how much I try not to. I wished you'd come back mama..the old version of you.

Black and White

There is just something enchanting about black and white pictures don't you think?

Pretty Little Liars

I'm not going to write about the popular series about four girls whose clique falls apart after one of their friend (Alison)  went missing. However I'm going to talk about how much the people or rather the youth in our society are being more like the teenagers depicted in the series. Youth now becomes more secretive, manipulative and most of all deceiving. You think you can trust them? If you do, you're very wrong.

In the picture I can confidently say that majority of the people would trust the little girl than the rugged dirty looking old man she's beside with. However, if we take a look at things closely, it is the man who has a good intention than that of the little girl. For it is she who's carrying a weapon behind her back. This picture depicts the reality that people trust immediately when they see that the person is good looking. Or lets just say that people base their decision whether to trust a person or not through their looks and how they carry themselves. I  myself, made that mistake to base my decision fully on just how the person looked and the story didn't end so well. To tell you more of that, this is what actually happened...

Recently, I've been carrying a heavy secret and so far I'm doing pretty well until an incident occurred that I had to talk to someone. In the process I realize that  I needed to tell my secret in order for her to fully understand my story. I, helpless and frustrated just needed someone to talk to and share my dilemma took a risk to tell it. I knew it was so risky but the fact that she looks kind and helpless made it easier for me to decide. A few days later she herself told me that she told someone and that someone happens to be a girl who I'm not in a good status at the moment (LOL) But in the end  the situation was controlled. Still, the pain and anger still resides in me and all in all our friendship ended there as well.

What time is it?!

It's funny how a year ago I used to own watches as jewelries. Yes,  funny as that might sound but I really never used watches as an instrument of time. I used it as a jewelry to give off a look that says "I'm pretty responsible. Look I'm wearing a watch" LOL.

Anyhow it's pretty obvious, especially considering the above statement, that I never really cared about the importance of  time management. I hated schedules, planners and anything that aids manage time when I was in high school. I used to think that my friends are so pretentious for owning such "irrelevant" things. Probably because for me those are the things I should own when I reach 20 something..... Boy was I wrong!

Highschool passed and I said hello to college life!

The first few months was like hell. I never knew that the changes can be so tremendous. There were no permanent classrooms, no permanent teachers, no advisors and my classmates is mixture of age,course, and gender. Furthermore, I was always late and constantly asking for "what time is it" since my BB (Blackberry) phone's battery is always drained dry because of the applications I'm always using to kill time. It was very stressful. I can not help but cry my frustrations. So I decided to take hold of my self and get my life into order. I got a grip and I started to work on my schedule. Yes. I, Maria Ressa Improgo, made my very own schedule. I listed the time, days of the weeks and the places where my class would be held. It was a fresh start and I liked the feeling of taking control of my life and no longer needing the help of others. I purchased a new watch and wore it so I wouldn't be late for my classes. I wrote my activities and due dates on a planner so I can track them down for easy time management. In other words I learned to used the things I used to despise so much. Moreover I understood their true purpose and I no longer need to ask "what times it?!"