Whenever I hear the song "Pahina", it reminds me of my favorite k-drama called "Chicago Typewriter."
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Whenever I hear the song "Pahina", it reminds me of my favorite k-drama called "Chicago Typewriter."
Lost versions.
Here I am, at 2AM, my mind restless but somehow at peace. I’ve had Pahina on loop, and for reasons I can’t fully explain, its tragic meaning has been comforting me tonight. Not because I’m thinking of past lovers—but because I’m thinking of past versions of myself.
They reel into me like memories turned into mirrors, reality slapping me awake. I see all those phases of me that I let down, the choices I could have made better, the paths I could have walked straighter. But then I realize—without those moments, I wouldn’t be here, I wouldn’t even have the kind of reflections I’m having now.
I did my dirt. I also got hurt. I chose, and people never knew the weight of what I had to choose from. I walked the path, took the turn, hit the bump. No one wondered. No one checked. And now, I’ve never felt so alone trying to get up from all these pieces.
But I don’t blame them. Just like I was there when they needed me, and they weren’t when I needed them—it was still my choice. Always mine. No one forced me. I obliged myself. It was all me, after all.
And maybe that’s the ache this song brings out. Like remembering a heartbreak, only this time it’s a heartbreak for myself—for the versions of me that I lost along the way.
But if one day I finally get to where I want to be, I promise I will stay true to myself. I will honor who I am. And I will carry deep gratitude for those who gave me a lamp when I was cornered in the dark.
Pahina- Cup of Joe
“Pahina Mo”
Ang dami ko nang pahinang nilampasan mula noong nawala ka. May mga pahinang tahimik lang. May mga masakit. May mga sandaling akala ko okay na ako, panandalian lang pala. Pero kahit gaano na ako kalayo sa kwento natin, bakit palagi pa rin akong bumabalik sa kabanatang andoon ka? Hindi ka naman naging masayang wakas. Isa ka lang sa mga bahagi ng kwento na ang bigat-bigat basahin, pero hindi ko kailanman magawang laktawan. Siguro matagal ko na talagang dapat isinara ang librong ito. Pero ang totoo, kung papipiliin ulit ako, ikaw pa rin ang pipiliin kong pahina. Kahit na ang kapalit, ako na mismo ang hindi mabuo muli.
Final PIT Presentation: All Sparkles, All Drama, All Glory!
Picture this: it’s the night before our PIT presentation, and we’re still tweaking code and polishing up every last pixel of our app. Last-minute chaos is an understatement! And Ray? Our fearless lead developer, held it down like a pro, steering every part of the project to almost completion. We pulled through, running on pure adrenaline, and on presentation day, we took a daring leap: we went first. No waiting, no extra nerves—just straight into the spotlight!
The nerves were intense, but everything went smoothly, and the feedback? Chef’s kiss. Our professor gave us great comments and even offered a chance to do a follow-up presentation on Friday. Fueled by this shot of motivation, we immediately got back to work. We refined our app even more, fixed tiny bugs, and added a few extra flourishes to make it shine.
Friday’s encore presentation was everything we hoped for. Not only did we score big—93 for the backend and an outstanding 95 for the frontend—but it felt like the perfect reward for every late night and frantic fix we’d put into this project. Seeing all that hard work pay off with scores like that? Chef’s kiss. We couldn’t have asked for a better finale. We came, we slayed, we conquered! ✨
Iisang Pahina
Sinubukan kong habulin kaKahit alam kong huli naAt kahit ilang beses mo akongItinulak palayoNanatili akong nakatayo sa lugarKung saan tayo laging nagtatagpo Alam kong nakapag-desisyon ka naPero hinintay ko pa din na bumalik kaSabihin na ako pa rin palaAng gusto mong makasama Ngunit habang lumilipas ang mga arawUnti-unting nagiging malinawNa ikaw at ako, tayong dalawaAy wala na sa iisang pahina
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