Tease (r) Me: πŸ‘©πŸ»β€πŸŽ“

Can I excuse myself for saying it here, now?

Ladies and gentlemen, SAMANTHA CRISOSTOMO DE GUZMAN, 23, GRADUATE OF BACHELOR OF LAWS [and Bachelor of Arts in Political Science]. πŸ‘©πŸ»β€πŸŽ“

I need not expound all my thoughts for words are not enough. But thank You to my Guiding Light, my family members, my friends, and my classmates and my teachers.

As promised, please wait for more updates from me.

πŸ’Œ,SAM

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I am sorry, Dean.

Of whites and big dreams. πŸ‘©πŸ»β€πŸŽ“πŸŒ¬

In the middle of March, seventeen (17) men and women from the well-acclaimed PHINMA- University of Pangasinan College of Law, took off from the bloodbath for the graduation pictorial.

Half a day was sufficient to bring all toils and insomnia into elegance, for what good would it bring to wear a “no-no battle-suit”? They would, rather, fight in full gears than come to the arena empty-handed [P.S. I was referring to our attire, sorry. πŸ˜‚].

“I am sorry, Dean.” was the title of this entry because I was not so proud to barge into one’s office and take photographs for myself.

So, Dean, if you are reading this right now, I want to say thank you for being all-proficient and patient during our Civil Law Review classes. We salute you, Dean! πŸ‘‹πŸ»We’re hoping that a day will come that you would do the same for us. ✌🏻 Again, let me be repetitive with my apologies for using your honorable office for my “artistic agenda”. πŸ’“

2915831e-295a-416d-be67-e66d89296ec3I am sorry, Dean, for wanting to be a lawyer for my mistaken belief that the Law profession depicts tranquility. After almost four years of my stay in Law school, I welcomed the idea that “lawyering” is equivalent to battling. πŸ€Όβ€β™‚οΈ

I am sorry, Dean, for my enthusiasm in entering this “Battle of Lions.” 🦁

I am sorry, Dean, for spending a year to teach while studying. You told me during the interview, “IF you want to be a lawyer, you should be a full-time student. Remember that the first day of your review starts from the first day of your class on your first year.” πŸ“–

Thank you, Dean, for inculcating in us that failure to prepare is preparation to fail. ⏳

Thank you, Dean, for summing up thousand pages of annotation into a single sentence, clearly. πŸ’‘

Thank you for, jokingly, teaching the morale: “So what should you do when the Law favors the rich? AIM TO BE RICH!” πŸ’Έ

Thank you, Dean, for, always, reminding us that UPang lawyers are above par! πŸ‘©πŸ»β€βš–οΈπŸ‘¨πŸ»β€βš–οΈ

Thank you, Dean, for teaching us to stand for what we’re fighting for. βš–οΈ

Thank you, Dean, for your words of wisdom during annualΒ testimonial dinners. πŸ—£

ca596f8f-7205-44c6-b929-31a17240426dAnd, finally, thank you, Dean, for giving us passing grades in Civil Law Review I and II, and for signing our graduation papers! πŸ†πŸ…

By the way, thanks to Ma’am Diola, our librarian, who cheered me up and pushed me to do the shoot here. Ah, yep, it was Pops who took these photos. Do you want to book him as your photographer? No problem!

Congratulations, UPang Law graduates! God is so gracious! We made it, future panyeras and panyeros! And congratulations to all graduates of 2018! Hats off and sablay down to the graduates! πŸ‘©πŸ»β€πŸŽ“πŸ‘¨πŸ»β€πŸŽ“

πŸ’Œ,

SAM

It’s Better if you Don’t Understand βœ‹πŸ»

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One person asked me, “How’s your day?”

I answered, “Good.”

Then, I gave a supporting answer, “If I tell you, you will not understand how beautiful this day was for me. We have different views. You can’t see the kind of beauty I see through my vision because we’re in different phases of technicolor: You see a single color, I see ombre. Because it’s the One giving color to my life that you can’t see. Unfortunately, it’s better if you don’t understand.”

He replied, “Tell me.”

“Sorry. How can I explain? It’s like describing a rainbow to a blind.”

πŸ’Œ,
SAM

#SAMMYFACES101: Finesse

Lately, I’ve been posting my faces here ’cause it’s symbolic for me. In every mood or circumstance, there’s one part of you that can’t hide the whole: face.

Whether you can strike a poker’s or the face of a theater artist, it doesn’t change anything. You are, still, you.

Now, this is the face of someone who’s about to pass through a narrow hole to see the intricacy of summer falls. Finesse. Just like that.

By the way, pardon me for the “uncombed” hair. I like it just like that. Yeah, just like that.

πŸ’Œ,
SAM

β€œSoulsthyst” πŸƒ

That soul taught me…to solve my own Math problem by using a scientific calculator or Google, as the case may be.

Debates happen every single day.

Tonight, though, there were no debates. My thoughts agreed, profusely, with my eagerness to write. Finally.

Minutes ago, I had been to a familiar world of papers turning reality into a cornucopia of bliss and magic. As a matter of fact, and for a single split of second, I decided this place should be real. The fiction slapped me, slowly, but powerfully…indeed, that’s the point of fiction. It makes you fall in love until cold water, gently, pours down on you saying, “It’s time to wake up, dreamer. This is a work of fiction.” In short, I came back to reading the old, overused romance novels I had in high school.

The idea of spending few minutes to read them in between my breaks from the “bloody review” doesn’t matter to me, anymore. Numbness is not the word. Passion, in the middle of the war zone area, is what I aim for.

I guess, every human soul yearns for love. Not admiration. The human soul thirsts for the deep, blue water, instead of a make-believe pool of affirmation.

So the thought of another human soul knocking on my door made me lose my balance. I guarded myself too well that I didn’t notice I was caught off guard. That soul taught me: to laugh amidst few broken lines from a song, to keep my ears open for words I wouldn’t expect to hear, to simplify things for better understanding, to ask questions with no answer, to solve my own Math problem by using a scientific calculator or Google, as the case may be, and to hope for victory even if I have, only, 1% chance of winning.

From that moment on, I saw things in a different perspective. I was dancing through every page of my life, when I should be walking or running. It happened so fast and only when I realized this soul could do more that I lost him.

I discovered: that soul doesn’t believe in love. That soul, I believe, was hurt by love. That soul doesn’t want love, when in fact mine is beginning to fall like ashes on the ground

“Eazy-ly”, I understood things with him, but it’s harder to make him understand that love exists. It’s ironic. And painful.

Painful because that beautiful, broken soul had chosen to close himself in a cocoon from the remnants of this cruel world. It’s heartbreaking that you wanted to unleash his beauty but he just wouldn’t leave his place because he’s not, yet, ready. That soul was, surely, broken, and he needed to heal himself. Until when?

If only his soul would allow mine to heal with him. Ah!

Despite this poverty of spirit, my longing soul remains faithful that one day, maybe, that other soul will see life in a more colorful perspective. Maybe he will see it the way he made me see a deeper blue color of the ocean from afar. Or maybe he will heal and feel the same way I feel.

Fiction might have awakened the magma inside my volcano of thoughts, but I was thankful, at least, because this time I was not debating with myself. Slowly and beautifully, the molten magma flowed and created this post. Ironically and instantly, the rain poured so hard…waking me up and saying, “This is not fiction. Continue living, fighter.” What a wonderful story it has been!

 

πŸ’Œ,
SAM

#SAMMYFACES101: Samantha la Fea

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Happy New Year! πŸ™‚ I have no idea why I opted to post one of my “Ugly Betty” shots last year: no makeups, just my bare face and eye-wear.

This entry is a reminder for simplicity. I welcomed my teenage years with just baby powder; I braved my college years with occasional lip color, as an addition; and I passed my freshmen and sophomore years in Law school with face powder and lip balm. Only during my latter years I learned to do my eyebrows because “Kilay is life!” πŸ˜€ Β [Kidding aside, I tried learning makeup out of necessity – I don’t want to spend every now and then for a makeup artist during special occasions]. Hence, I am reminding myself to, always, go back to where I started despite the onslaught of makeup phenomenon today. I am not saying that makeup is bad as it is, in fact, a blessing to most to enhance one’s beauty. It’s just that this year, why don’t we strive to be more simple? πŸ™‚

True beauty is beyond what the eyes can see. Strive to be “the beautiful who never fades.”<3

Get up and don’t be ashamed to show the world who you, really, are.

By the way, I am grateful for this opportune time to relax on my swivel chair, thinking that now is the perfect time to write few blogs before I bid my temporary farewell to concentrate on my studies.

2018 is here.

Thank you, avid readers! I hope and pray that this year turns out the best for all of us. May God’s grace, love, and peace be with us all throughout the year.

πŸ’Œ,
SAM

Happy “6th” with WordPress!

It, still, wouldn’t escape my memory when I first wrote the very first two entries I had here on WordPress. Back then, I was a sophomore college junkie – little things. The little things which, eventually, transform into life-sized grizzly bears boggle my seventeen-year-old-mind:

I wrote about beauty reminders.

There was an encounter with a brute.

The succeeding entries came like the Wizard of Oz. I was writing, subsequently, everything which came into my mind: wishes and dreams, frustrations, travels, and love.

Then, came the year 2017. I changed the Blog Title from SAMTHING EXTRAORDINARY to IT’S A “SAM”-THING and even changed the cover with “SAMMY” tile. Given the fact that this blog was known from its URL, I decided to give it a new wisp of personality. Every detail was personalized with the end in view of giving my readers or viewers the idea that they’re visiting a whole new world where only they and “SAMMY” exist. πŸ™‚

The truth is, so long as days or years pass, I will, still, write. WordPress has been a part of me. Taking it away is taking a portion of me which makes me incomplete.

To my avid readers, please bear with me. Cheers to more years with you!

πŸ’Œ,
SAM