The Good and the Bad news

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This week has been an emotional one.. even if it hasn't been finished yet...
pure drama that still makes me wanna cry til now....

Let's start with the good one...

I got an email yesterday from University Of San Francisco... a Jesuit University in the heart of San Francisco... The campus is simply beautiful and the prestige of studying there is priceless...

From : Charles Skinner
Sent : Tuesday, April 27, 2004 6:49 PM
To : bart_tanjuakio@hotmail.com
Subject : ADMISSION, USF, FALL 2004

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Hello Bart,

I am happy to tell you that your application has been approved for your entrance into the University of San Francisco (McLaren School of Business), beginning with the Fall 2004 semester.

This acceptance is contingent upon satisfactory completion of your current courses.

Your official admission packet will be mailed to you shortly. We look forward to your joining us and meanwhile, of course, we welcome any questions you may have.

Charles Skinner

University Evaluation Supervisor &
Transfer Admission Counselor
University of San Francisco
skinner@usfca.edu
fax: (415) 422 2217

My application has been admitted by the ATENEO of San Francisco.. that is sweet...

and for the other side of my news... a person close to my heart just left... actually we needed this... some closure... I guess I am looking down at the cement again... feeling like a big loser in the game of love... well... well...
I just took a chance again... kasi when ate maricar (ate of bayi), ondeng (gf of bayi) and I were discussing about love.. they told me that pag siya na... alam mo na yun... basta... alam mo na yun... mararamadaman mo...

when i tried to try again and asked ... i guess nde pala siya yun... at ako lang pala ang nakakaramdam ng ganun... ako lang pala... at nde siya...

there's a saying that "the show must go on..." well eto na yun... parati ko ginagamit itong poem na ito.. kasi ganito ako magmahal... from saint neruda... read on

If You Forget Me
Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.



I'm going out with people now... trying to make new friends... open for any opportunity that love will once again lie on the shores of my life...