My Vivid Story

Last thursday, our section had a retreat somewhere in Ulas that is in Davao...Knowing that we had our retreat, I keep on telling, reminding and even brag people whom I know to write and send a letter for me for our retreat...I dont know if the letter counts for you to be considered friendly or just to know that somehow at least someone remembers you... Well, on the first day of our retreat, everything seems so quiet and boring(of course, I should expect it, alangan naman mayroong party groove na mangyayari). So instead i focus my attention to the music(mabuti na lang Ipod saves the day).... and so we meet our facilitator...sir Richard is the name...his talented and flexible..he's the one responsible for any technecalities for the program, plus his our facilitator plus hes the one who plays piano whenever we had our praises and worship songs(wooow...hes good, with that kind of ability, he can surely beat john travolta...ahahaha) The night before the other day, we were being told by a Sister(as in madre) that we should surrender our gadgets from mobiles to mp4 players or else our section will have an incident report plus it is considered as major offense....Now this is what I call "welcome to the primitive life" Since I dont want my ordinary name to commit such extraordinary crime, i surrender it away but not the ipod....come on.....this is the only way not lose my sanity....ahahaha....And so the it begin....from standing ovation to do the praises and worship to total silence and mediation for two nad half days...how can I reflect with all this things if I, myself isn't that reflective, faking it will never be helpful at all...music is the food to my soul...but i cant use it, it should kept hidden under my sacred bed and its only accesible whenever i go to sleep or officials are not around...If only harry potter was here...i would surely borrow his invinsibility cloak....everything seems gray until the night of friday when I saw something........(just kidding)....to continue It was friday night when we have our what we call saying "sorry and giving thanks to your classmates"...then the best part in there was when on of my closest and everdearest friend finally talked( for like a semester we dont have proper communication) "We have nothin to talk about" (wala tayong pagusapan) that was she said then she smiled as if I went back from the past when we still have the old times and I smiled as a response.... knowing that all this time, i thought she kept something against me but it was nothing at all, she only felt kind of uncomfortable whenever i'm near or beside her because of that reason that I might not hold back my heart.....anyway...i gave her a letter of what i feel but through a poem( sounds common? I guess so...but that the best way i think i can do that time). Saturday morning and finally our phone were given back to us....I felt awesome not because i had my phone but because of some event that had happened....including that one event the i mention before...though many things had happened in our three day stay in that place, but that one is the best....I may sound vivid, unclear ambiguous or whatever but thanks to God she made me feel much btter now...