The London Trip fail

Just recently, I got an invitation from a fraternity brother to visit him in London for a what could possibly my “greatest travel” ever. I began to picture out myself stepping out from the Heathrow airport, experiencing the cool London-air, witnessing before my eyes the lush green city trees and traveling from here to there probably by train.

A day after I received such invitation, I started to inquire all the needed documents for such travel. First I did was checking on qatarairways on available flights and prices. The airfare seems affordable and bearable by my own humble employment income. Then, I checked on the visa processing and documents needed. Among all the requirements posted, I knew I would flop on the income and salary certificate but yet I still tried to apply online for a british tourist visa.

After approximately an hour on submitting such application, an agent from the United Kingdom called me and discuss with me all the needed documentations. She asked about the nature of my work, computed my monthly and annual salary and asks the nature of my visit. Though trying to conceal it, I could sense from the woman’s voice that she thought that my salary isn’t enough for the unevitable London rates. I then explained that my shelter, food and expenses would be taken cared of by a good friend of mine. Though she collected and accepted such information, I know that application is a fail.

Anyways, I know this time isn’t my time to visit London. I know in the future I could get to visit this historical city. A place where modern civilization got its roots–and by that time I would remember this dissapointment and thus, this blog entry.


College Classmates



Oh the old college years indeed. While I was cleaning and organzing all my photos in my laptop, I came accross this picture of me with my classmates in third year when we were still under the college of the Clinical Laboratory Science Institute of Silliman University. This picture was taken during our Christmas party way back in 2008.

As of the press time, I totally lost my communications with all of them. Few went to reputable medical schools in the Philippines, some worked as a medical technologist in their respective towns/districts while here I am in Doha, hoping to make it big in this Arab country. I am going to describe the people in here from right to left (facing the screen of course)

The Lady in black sleeveless is Mir Cantilla, she is one of the first few friends I had when we were in our first year. I remember during our first days in Silliman, me and my roomate Jason would visit their dormitory and have a few chats with another close friend of ours-Aziza. Mir loves to be with friends having fun. I could never forget the unique laugh she has. She is now working as a medical technologist at Chong Hua Hospital in Cebu City.

The guy on black polo shirt is PHILIP TANTANO, a present medical student in Cebu Institue of Medicine. He is ambitious and competitive. He is hardworking and knows how to discipline hiself in terms of studies. Whenever exams are approaching, we know Philip would never give into temptations of all kinds in contrast to most of us. We usually call him “boobs” not just because he has this “man-boob” but his nickname is bobbie. “Boobs” truly fits for him. He by the way graduated cumlaude and was on top of the graduating class.

Forgive me but I really cant remember the name of the lady beside Mir, the one wearing a black and white polo. All i know is she was a member of the Hermanas society and loves to chat. She originally belongs to a batch ahead of us and needs to take more credits from our level.

JEZRILL CRUZ is the one on white polo. He is actually a she and all of us respected her. She is fond of online games and has a natural intelligence that no one could beat. Usually, you could find jezrill on internet shops playing DOTA or WOW. If not on the internet cafes, she might be busy calling her Mom/Dad forcing them to send her money for all her hidden activities. He is our Medtech Society treasurer and I actually like working with him since he could bridge all the differences between the officer’s attitudes and mood.  Jezrill is presently working as a medical technolgist under the Department of Health. Last thing I heard about him is that he handles three public health offices in his district.

MELANIE CADIZ, the pretty president of the Hermanas Sorority. She is hot and athletic. Though she looks damn pretty, she is down to earth and interacts with all kinds of people. Her charms is the key in all her collaborations with other organizations. She is now working in Dipolog as a medical technolgist.

RAIN LORICO, is the one who owns a red cab and to whom we usually hitch a ride with her when we need a ride going to a far away building on the main campus. She is a trustworthy level treasurer and follows every order and requests given to her. She might appear snob but she isn’t. If I need something to be done in the level, I wont hesitate to ask her help.

MICHAEL JASON MUSONG (the one where I lay my elbows on). If there could be one person who really knows me it is him. He is my classmate in high school and my roomate later housemate way back in college. He knows which days are my worst and knows when to keep his distance on me. He knows how would I react on different situations. I usually wake him up late at night for him to study since he has an extremely sleepy head. He is now working as a medical technologist in Gallares Hospital in our place Bohol.

JONATHAN AMANTE is a smart silent type of guy. He could really be competitive which others find annoying. He came from a prominent family of doctors. Others might see him as rich bratt but to me he is just ok and easy to understand. He is now a medical student at Silliman University Medical School where his Dad happens just to be the Dean of the department. During my presidency in the society, he offers his help in all ways possible but I refuse to ask anything from him just to keep away from arguments.

The one peeping for the camera beside Jonathan is DANCYL LUMBAB, she likes to dress and flaunt her body. I usually use her family name as a joke in several presentations which is by the way a good humour to crack. She could be sweet and cuddly to me. She always mention the boys who texting her and all of us listening would be like “really?” She didnt graduate in Silliman University since she transfered to another school after the second semester of third year. Never heard from her since then.

QUEEN SAYSON is really a strong willed woman. She thinks maturely and could be very opinionated on things. She could be good leader if she wishes to. At present she is working in Cebu as a laboratory technologist too

LESTER ZAMORA is the guy who never gets angry whatever you throw at him. He usually cracks jokes and makes the stressful environment lighter. He is fond of study-cram which is really funny if you could see him panic. This guy maintained its cool and tact at all times. He aspires to be lawyer but fate lead him to the medical school in CIM.

RODIN CHUA is a close friend of Queen Sayson and they actually have a very similar personality. She could be very loud when upset and happy. Apart from this, she is a sweet mother at a very young age. Last thing I heard aboyt her is that she works at the Philippine National Red Cross in her town.

CHERIE CADAYDAY is the chubby girl beside butch. I couldnt handle the presidency without her as my vice. I actually consider her as a reagent at most times when I got my hands-full. She is a leader and a friend. She always backed me in all my plans for the society. She is smart and knows how to balance mental, spiritual and social life. She is now a medical student at the West Visayas State University in Iloilo.

STEPHANIE SINDA   is one talented and smart lady. She has a great comprehension on all things. She could sing, dance, do sports and excel in her academics with a minimum effort given. Sometimes she could be lazy in paper works and stuff but no matter or wherever you put her, she does excel. Last thing I’ve heard about her was she was planning to pursue further studies as a forensic scientist somewhere in the United States.

To all of my friends and classmates, I wish all the roads we’ve taken would be in our favour. I hope to see all of them soon….might be on the 2020 batch reunion.

IELTS result



The moment I step out of the bed, I hurriedly checked the internet for my long awaited IELTS result and was the very elated for the unexpected high scores i got. Honestly, I saw my Listening and Reading mark coming but what surprises me was that of my speaking which made me anxious for the last 12 days of waiting. I felt I haven’t shown my best on this part of the exam and knew I should have done better. But doing better isnt necessary now for a score of 8.0 is more than enough.

Well, I really felt proud of what I have achieved given that I never asked any trainer nor had a formal training to help me out in all the various tasks ahead of me. I simply believed in myself and remained positive that I could rock this examination. I targeted for a band score of 8.5 in all categories and was more than contented of having at least two of them bulled eyed.

Having these scores at hand opened a lot of opportunities for me overseas. Now, its time to move-on and proceed to the next step in getting a more stable job in the United States. God really provides 😉

Thinking again..

I thought I have recovered from a bittersweet memories but  the lonesome days here in Doha always relives every moment of you in my heart and mind. It has been almost three years since everything between us shattered—a bond that was thought to be strong enough that could withstand any storms but sadly it broke by itself.

I have my own share of mistakes and so do you. We both know I have been too good and by that have been abused. Was my decision of leaving you the right one? If so, why am I still thinking about you? Why am I hurting with the mere thought that someone is bringing you happiness right now.

Well, I have been into four-failed relationships after–non of those proved to be worthwhile. Despite all your imperfections, everything seems to be perfect and magical in the sense of falling in love with you over and over again.

After the painful things we’ve been through, Im happy you have moved on and there’s no reason for me to keep you within me. But why can’t you leave me? These past weeks, I woke up weak by the thought of how our fates  have lead us  to. We took different roads-both claiming to be the right ones.

I console with the fact that we would remain friends though in our silence and absence. Yes, it has been three long years since then and I am not done yet in picking up the pieces of put myself in complete tact. There are a lot of friends I want you to meet, a lot of good things I want you to experience and a lot more in my life that worth sharing for.

I would miss all our bedtime chats–summing up the day we had. I would surely miss our pizza splurges. I miss going to places niether of us knew. I miss the times that we just hang out and everything seems perfect.

May God bless you in all your endeavors and May you have a very successful career ahead of you. I am forever thankful to you for changing me into a better one. Thank you for repealing all my hatreds and insecurities in life. Thank you for simply bringing out the best of me.

Moving on it is… I can see you moving miles away ahead of me. It seems you’re on a train while Im on a road walking my way through. Farewell dear friend and I carry all our memories together wherever I may roam.

Taking the IELTS


Al Ahnaf International School

Taking this kind of English assessment examination is a requirment to be able to work on an English-speaking country. Just as what the examination is claiming, getting good scores would open a whole lot of doors both academically and professionaly.

Finally, I took the IELTS examination last saturday at Al Ahnaf Independent School here in Doha. It was blessed to have a “suki” car-lifter in the name of Ismail. Though the location of the school is a bit far and obviously inaccesible to public transportation, I managed to come to the testing center on time and at ease because of such good guy like Mr. Ismail.

I arrived at the testing center an hour before the registration began. I was actually expecting a few number of examinees but as I opened the door of the center, I was surprised to see a lot of people of varied nationalities waiting for the start of the registration for the exam. Most of them look young and I figured that they might be high school students, probably in their senior year, seeking for an opportunity to study in London or somewhere in Europe. As I listen to them talking about their plans for college, I thought that these guys were so lucky to be born rich and able to entertain an idea of attaining high degrees on the the knowledge-center of the world -EUROPE. There were a few Filipinos like me but I never got the guts to approach them and talk to them, after all they look very young and immature.

I was drinking my self-made coffee while standing on a corner when an intercom beeped and formally welcomed us, examinees, for the IELTS examination. The examinees where grouped into 8 groups to facilitate and make the registration process more speedy. As I was falling in line on group 6, I felt my tummy is having problems of its own, then I realized that I should make some “pupu” soon or I might screw my whole examination. Then, I immediately searched for the nearest toilet and released all the bad elements inside me. I farted loud and that soud echoed throghout the whole comfort room. I knew some people coming in and out heard it but I never gave much attention to it, all in my mind was if I would not release my pupu, I would really fail this exam.

Feeling relieved this time, I fall in line back to group 6. They verified all my documents and took photos of me for security purposes. Mobile phone and bags were left on a courtesy counter and water bottles were stripped of their brand labels. All staffs are British and have total control over all examinees. Naturally rude nationalities like Egyptians nor Qataris remained submissive through the whole process.

After I was admitted to the testing room, I immediately head to my assigned table and chair. There, I sat quietly and patiently as other examinees were going through the final registration processes. I took a quick orientation of the room and was a bit surprised on what was written on the board. It reads “UNIVERSITY of CAMBRIDGE, ESOL EXAMINATIONS” , coincidentally, I used the reviewer from the same institution and expected that same format and tricks might be applied on the examination proper. By that fact alone, I felt relaxed and at ease.

Then the listening examination began. As expected, the same format as to my review came out. The tricks made by the recording failed to lure me into their trapped since I had been prepared for such. After the listening, the reading examination immediately began. We were given only an hour to complete the examination. Just after I write my answer on the last number, the time was up. I never got the chance to review my answer and think it more thoroughly. The same thing happened with the  wiritng exam. I hate the topic itself on part 2 and I think that I failed to produce an impressive essay. As with the reading exam, I was not able to review my work. After the three test were administered, we were dismissed and were reminded of our different time schedules for the speaking examination. I was assigned to attend to my speaking exam at 4:00pm of the same date, so I decided to go home for a while and take a  good nap.

I went back to the tesing center at exactly 3:30pm and upon registering for the speaking exam, the proctor told me to proceed to my room and would commence the exam immediately,I entered room 10, and there was Mr. Scott, the one assigned to asses for my speaking, waiting. He introduced himself first and so do I. For the first parts of the speaking, I think I made a good start and made an impression that I am a fluent speaker of the language but on the second part of the exam, I think I blew everything up. I was asked to talk for two minutes on the topic :If I have a lot of money, what would be the one thing I wish to buy”Due to the simplicity of the topic itself, I dont have much to say about it. Though, I kept talking until I was informed to stop, I realized that my thoughts were disorganized, and its candidness makes it more bare and shallow. My thoughts were just running around the same reason. I walked out that room feeling depressed. I felt that I was not able to give my best and was not able to impress the examiner.


after the examination, took picture to document this day

Now, I am waiting for the results of the examination and I am still hoping at leat I would get a band score of 7.0. Though Im fine with the thought of taking it again, but its so humiliating for my part of not having at least a band score of 7.0 and a low score on the speaking part! huh! I really felt I lost my english communication abilities that time. Still, I am hoping for the best and positive vibes must rule!!! There’s nothing I could do about it, whats done has been done.