i just get into the moment and it ends up a para lol

Mi Corazón (Peter Parker x Reader Drabble)

Anonymous asked: hi!!! i wanted to request a cute, fluffy piece where the reader knows spanish and peter tries to flirt with her in spanish (they’re already dating) and he like fails miserably or she just teases him and it’s just outright adorable?? please and thanks!!

Summary: Peter tries to flirt with you in Spanish after seeing you freak out over tickets for one of your favorite Latinx performers - Prince Royce.

Warnings: None, pure, embarrassing but cute floof

Word Count: 554

A/N: I changed the request just a lil bit but I hope y’all enjoy!! I’m loving the fact I can’t go more than like a day without posting a new fic but its cool, all good. Also, I’ve listed (not direct) spanish to english translations at the bottom, in order of appearance :)

“No lo puedo creer!!” Peter hears you frantically speaking over the phone in Spanish, unable to contain your excitement. He laughs, enjoying the sight. You’re running around your room, practically bouncing up and down every other second, waving your hands around as you talk with your best friend.

Peter’s just surprised you with concert tickets for you and your best friend to see one of your favorite singers - Prince Royce. He remembered how you fangirled over him months ago, even playing some songs of his for Peter, while you tried to teach him the lyrics, to no avail. While you were a native speaker, having grown up in a Spanish-speaking household, always listening to music in Spanish, Peter had only taken classes, since middle school. Even after 5 years, Peter was embarrassed of how little he had retained, and even more so of his accent, even when you assured him he sounded fine.

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I am actually sick with a cold at the moment. *thumbs up* This is the virus that never ends. It seemed like I was starting to turn a corner, and then it was like ‘haha no, here’s the sequel!’ I’m unimpressed. Just imagine me staring into the camera like I’m in The Office.

A quick summary for those new to the game: I have the SDHD gene fault, also known as Hereditary PGL PCC, which is a hereditary genetic neuroendocrine cancer disease (the most inheritable genetic cancer disease in the world along with the other SDH~ faults). For me, it causes tumours called paragangliomas to grow primarily in the head/neck. I think of them as koalas clinging to my nerves and arteries.

I have a 50% chance of metastasis at any point, and this disease is incurable. I grew a very rare form of tumour called a carotid body paraganglioma at 18 that was removed. Now, at 35, I have three paragangliomas - a glomus vagale para (the rarest type, at a 1 in 5 million occurrence rate) called Thelma, a carotid body para called Louise and a glomus tympanicum or glomus jugulare para called Caramello that’s currently too small to be seen on MRI, but has been spotted on the PET scan. I am very good at growing these paragangliomas and my ENT surgeon called me a ‘tumour machine’ and I call myself a ‘tumour incubation factory.’ Managing my case are: an Endocrinologist, a Radiation Oncologist, an ENT Surgeon, a Vascular Surgeon and a Neurosurgeon. (Or as I like to call them, a boy band).

(The rest under a Read More cuz there’s a lot).

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eiqgot  asked:

Idk if your requests are open but if they are, I'd like to request rfa + v+saeran reactions to meeting Hispanic MC's mom who punishes her with the mighty chancla for not telling her that you're now married/engaged. 8D thought this be fun.

YASSS I HAVE MUCH EXPERIENCE WITH LA CHANCLA If you don’t know what ‘La Chancla’ is, then watch this video.  Also this is LONG.

My ask is open if y’all want to request more HC :)

-ooooo boy
-it all started when your mother called you one day, yelling at you for not calling her more often and telling you to come back to Mexico and visit her
-you could not disobey your mother cuz she was your mother and you actually did miss your family
-you had not told her your relationship with Yoosung..
-you honestly didn’t know how since you both were already engaged and you were scared your mother would murder you since it’s a family tradition to ask the father before the girlfriend…
-but you didn’t actually think it they would be that mad
-Yoosung also wanted to meet your family so you both bought plain tickets and set off to Mexico
-your whole family was amazed tbh
-‘Wow ya tiene novio la nina!’ (wow the girl finally has a boyfriend)
-your mom was mad that you didn’t tell her you got yourself a boyfriend but she wasn’t that mad
-Yoosung was a sweet heart
-he tried his best to speak in Spanish (everything you tried to teach him in a week lol)
-All the grandmas loved him and his baby face
-they kept pinching his cheeks
-but I’m a manly man MC!
-when Yoosung accidently let it slide that you were both engaged…
-your mama went wild
-cue in la chancla
-man that sandal hit you out of NO WHERE
-you just saw something pink and glittery and then
-poor Yoosung was crying and rubbing your cheek
-bean thought it was his fault but no
-however your mom loved Yoosung when you mentioned he was a Doctor (for animals but you left that part out)
-after your mom apologized to Yoosung and everyone ate tamales (Latin Dish)
-Yoosung was now a Tamal addict

Zen: (my mom had like 26 siblings so this is going to be based off her fam lol)
-you see what happened was
-you accidently let it slide to you 4th sister that you felt homesick
-and guess who called you two days later
-La Jefa (Spanish for the boss but female version) (AKA mom)
-You had told your mom you would visit soon but Zen overheard you talking
-You explained what was going on
-You somehow ended up agreeing that he should come too
-just one problem
-your mama did not know that Zen was in the picture
-sure you had hinted that you were talking to someone
-but telling your mom that you were engaged
-with a celebrity
-a hot celebrity
-with white hair
-white long hair
-was going to be challenging
-once your plain landed and your 12th brother came to pick you up
-Zen was complaining already
-Mexico was hot during the summer
-and you lived in a farm
-not a good combination for a celebrity
-your father did not like him
-your twelve brothers did not like him
-your ten sisters however fell head over heels with him
-Your mother was in love with him
-but not his rat tail lol
-or the fact that you didn’t tell her you were engaged
-she gave you a death stare
-‘Por que no me dijistes que tenias novio?!’  (Why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend!)
-you said nothing in fear
-it happened
-La Chancla
-right smack in the middle of your face
-Zen winced as he saw the sandal hit you and stood up
-not knowing what had happened
-to protect you
-everyone explained to him what was la chancla
-he didn’t agree with violence but it was your family
-by the end of your visit you were practically a mazapan addict

-okay okay
-imagine Jumin
-Jumin, the rich guy
-in Mexico
-like take a moment
-and close your eyes
-and picture Jumin
-in a Mexican House
-MC was laughing because this image had become true
-Mother was calling and calling to see when they could visit
-and the day came when they did visit
-mother did not approve
-‘Como que estas vivendo con el! No estan casados!’ (What do you mean your living with him! Your not even married!)
-but ama (mom) he be daddy af
-out of no where
-Jumin didn’t even see it hit you that’s how fast it went
-‘NO NO NO! No lo quiero para my nina!’ (no no no I don’t want him for my daughter)
-mom he’s rich
-mom looks at Jumin
-huges him
-‘MIJO! BIENVENIDO A LA FAMILIA!’ (son! Welcome to the family!)
-Jumin just blinks and nodded and smiles
-all your brothers not magically love Jumin
-y’all get married in the backyard
-he’s an elote addict

-sweet child
-everyone though she was just a friend of yours
-lol but no
-hella gay for her
-Jaehee was nervous to meet your family
-but you knew they would be okay with her
-your brothers tried to hit on her
-so you had to beat them up
-SHES MINE PENDEJOS (it’s a bad word in Spanish) (like a worse word than idiot lol)
-mom loves her
-baehee is so helpful
-mom glares at you
-wtf mom what?
- -.-

-had a sombrero and everything
-‘Saeyoung, you don’t have to wear a sombrero’
-‘But babeeeee I need to make a good impression on their only daughter!!’

-you had 3 older over protective brothers
-and and over protetive mother
-so you can see why
-this was an issue
-this bean hacked into all their computers
-saw what they liked
-when they had arrived to Mexico
-MC’s brothers loved Saeyoung
-Seven had even learned Spanish in less than a week
-damn boy
-he had brought special gifts for all of MC’s family
-Both father and mother loved him
-Saeyoung was too buys playing with the kitties and MC’s younger cousins to notice
-‘POR QUE NO ME DIJISTE QUE TU NOVIO ERA TIERNO!’ (why didn’t you tell me your boyfriend was so nice/kind)
-mom you didn’t have to hit me for that omg
-takes back Mexican candy cause this bby loves Mexican candy

anonymous asked:

sorry for the mistake in the last request lol, yes it's supposed to say dating Jack but being Conor & Josh's best friend head cannon please!


I have a similar one right here! But I’m gonna turn a few ideas from here into an imagine.

“In the night, the stormy night, she’ll close her eyes. In the night, the stormy night, away she’d fly.. and dreams of PARA. PARA. PARADISE.”
“Oh my god, Jack, he’s doing it again,” I mumbled sleepily.
“Just let him get it out of his system,” Jack sighed, still practically asleep but instinctively wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me into him. 
“Ignore him!” Jack groaned, pulling the duvet up over our heads.
“It’s not that easy!”
“For god’s sake, Conor, shut up!” Josh’s voice could be heard as though he was in the room.
“Sounds like Josh is dealing with it,” Jack said, smiling sleepily and squeezing me. But the singing continued and only moments passed before a knock came at the door. “Y/N, can you tell Conor to shut up?”

“Are we all in the shot?” Conor asked.
“Yeah, we’re good. Just need the guy who’s actually doing the video!” Josh shouted the last bit down the corridor to Jack who was still in the bathroom.
“Sorry, sorry! I’ve got a massive spot right on my lip and it isn’t the most attractive thing in the world.”
“Matches you then.”
“Oi, watch it!” Jack punched his brother in the arm and from my position sat behind the camera, I could see them getting no filming done today. While they were bickering, I went and grabbed my concealer.
“Come here, you big baby,” I said, standing in front of them and holding Jack’s chin so he was facing me. Carefully I applied the make up, kissing his lips once I’d finished.
“You know,” Josh piped up, “I’ve got a spot on my cheek too.”
“Yeah, I’ve got one on my forehead,” Conor added, smiling sweetly.
“Fine,” I sighed. “But you two aren’t getting kisses at the end.”

Okay, an update on the Thelma and Louise (‘Pia has two tumours named Thelma and Louise’) situation!

If you’re new to this situation, I have a thing called Hereditary PGL/PCC or PGL1 or the SDHD variant or gene fault. It is incurable. And it makes me grow tumours. It’s also known as the paraganglioma/pheochromocytoma thingie, which are very rare endocrine tumours that are rather horrid and never benign, even if they’re not metastatic. It’s also known as  'you have para what?’ and 'how do you pronounce that again?’ and 'geez, I’m a doctor and I still have never heard of it’ and 'is that cancer?’

I currently have two paragangliomas. Both on the right hand side of my neck. One is a carotid body paraganglioma that sits nicely between the internal and external carotid arteries (this is bad for the arteries, they couldn’t save them the last time I had a carotid body paraganglioma on the left hand side). The other is a glomus vagale tumour that is growing in the vagus body of the vagus nerve, and this one is large enough to be pushing my arteries apart, and is a little too close to the jugular and the tympanic membrane and skull case. A hungry glomus vagale will happily eat the skull and penetrate into the brain, but…so far that’s not happened to me. *crosses fingers*

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Showdown with the Devil’s army: How 26 British soldiers took on 2,000 drug-crazed warriors in a blood-curdling Sierra Leone jungle battle… and won

To Sergeant Steve Heaney, the stillness of the steamy African night felt crushingly claustrophobic. Suddenly the intense, eerie quiet was broken by blood-curdling screams and banshee howls from the forest as if, he recalled, ‘the devil and all his minions were at our front’.

He could hear weird, wild chanting in the distance, interspersed with jungle drums. ‘What makes the grass grow?’ a voice called out. ‘Blood! Blood! Blood!’ came the chilling, chanted response of thousands of voices out in the darkness.

The year was 2000, and Heaney and 25 other men from the Parachute Regiment’s elite Pathfinder platoon were in Sierra Leone, sent by Prime Minister Tony Blair in one of his first military interventions to back up his ‘ethical’ foreign policy.

The West African country had been in a vicious civil war for years, but now a brutal group of terrorists known as the Revolutionary United Front (RUF) — ordered into battle by the president of neighbouring Liberia, Charles Taylor — were closing in on the capital, Freetown. 

Frenzied by drugs and witchcraft, they had a signature atrocity — amputating victims’ arms after offering them the choice of ‘long-sleeve’ (below the elbow) or ‘short-sleeve’ (above it).

They would surround an isolated village at night, round up boys of 11 and 12, and force them to kill their own fathers and rape and mutilate their mothers. Then the traumatised youngsters were taken to swell the rebel ranks.

As boy soldiers, they were fed a cocktail of crack cocaine and heroin ‘injected’ into cuts made in their foreheads. They were also bathed in vats of voodoo medicine by ‘high priestesses’, to make them ‘bulletproof’ and ‘invincible’ as they led the way into battle, often dressed in pink shell-suits and wearing women’s wigs.

The rebels gave themselves names like Baby Killer and Belly Slasher, and were infamous for playing what they called the Sex The Child game, whereby they would bet on the sex of the unborn baby of a captured pregnant woman and then slash her open to settle the wager.

And now, 2,000 of them with machine guns and rocket-propelled grenades were massed in the jungle, with only Heaney and his men holed up in a village to block their way to the capital’s international airport. 

He felt like a defender at the Alamo, with every chance of being massacred.

It was a situation typical of the way the whole Sierra Leone operation was handled. A hurried decision had been made to evacuate British subjects with the help of an 800-strong task force.And the troops went out at a moment’s notice — under-equipped and under-briefed, with almost zero knowledge of the country or the enemy. 

They had no maps, no intelligence reports, dodgy assault rifles they didn’t trust and virtually no ammunition. It was done on a wing and a prayer — the hallmark of Blair’s foreign interventions.

As the main force deployed in Freetown to organise the evacuation, Heaney’s tiny group was dispatched up-country to locate the rebel army — which was said to be just 50 miles from the  airport and advancing on it, hell-bent on wholesale slaughter.

The Pathfinders had a simple mission: to hold back the enemy’s advance until reinforcements were helicoptered in. A village named Lungi Lol straddled the single dusty road through the jungle down which the rebels were coming — and it was here that Heaney and his men prepared to make their stand. 

What made their predicament even more scary was the knowledge that, in light of the Paras’ presence, the RUF had chillingly re-named their mission ‘Operation Kill British’. 

‘None of us needed telling what would happen to us if captured,’ Heaney says.

From where he stood, the odds did not look good. ‘We had just 300 rounds per man, which meant we’d have to average one kill every seven rounds to account for 2,000 coming at us.’ 

The prospect of being overrun, or worse, seemed very real. If they got out of alive, it would be something of a miracle. He had Claymore mines and plastic explosives, but also, he quickly realised, some unexpected assets — his own ‘army’ of African villagers, plus a jungle full of bamboo. With the village chief’s agreement, he put the people — themselves terrified of the rebels  — to work creating defence lines.

A rapport grew up between the soldiers and the locals as, with machetes, hoes and bare hands, women and children dug out dense vegetation around the village to make open ‘killing zones’ for British machine guns in newly dug battle trenches. 

They made man-traps of bamboo canes, cut to lethal razor sharpness at one end, then stuck in the ground in rows, point up and hidden under leaves.

Numbers behind the defences swelled as more and more local people arrived, fleeing the advancing rebels. Word was that the enemy were just a few miles away. ‘I could sense their presence and the threat hanging heavy in the  air,’ Heaney says.

‘Show time,’ he told his platoon as he deployed them to their posts. ‘No problem,’ they replied, calm and determined. ‘Let ’em come.’ And so they waited in the darkness, until that chant of ‘Blood! Blood! Blood!’ erupted out of the silence of the night. The moment of truth had arrived.
Heaney says: ‘All hell let loose. There was a massive eruption of fire from the jungle as the rebels came at us in a human wave all along our front. I could feel the rounds tearing through the branches above us, and see the tracer streaking through the night sky like swarms of giant fire-flies on acid. 

‘The nearest rounds buzzed past my head like angry wasps.

‘I shuddered to think how many rebel soldiers were out there. And they clearly were not suffering the shortages of ammo that we did. Any minute they’d be on top of our positions, swamping us.’ His machine-gunners in their trenches were doing their job, but using up valuable ammunition that, however much they held back, would sooner or later leave them ‘seriously buggered’. After 20 short bursts, a whole belt was gone, and each gun had just three belts. 

Heaney guessed that the enemy were creeping forward into dead ground between the defences. And since his men had no reliable night-vision sights on their guns — another equipment failure — he knew he had to get some light on the battleground by putting up a flare.

That meant crawling out into the open. ‘I cursed our lack of body armour. If an accurate round came my way, I would have no protection and it would kill me outright.’

With bullets flying around him, he managed to mortar a flare into the night sky. As it floated down, it flamed like a giant Roman candle — and there were the rebels, frozen in fierce, fluorescent daylight.

His machine-gunners picked their targets and fired. ‘Thanks to the villagers cutting the vegetation, the rebels had nowhere to hide. There were screams as many went down and others scrabbled to get away.’ 

But then an attack began from another direction. Heaney shot up another flare, lighting up rebels just 200 yards away and rushing forward in the belief that their voodoo medicine made them invincible. 

‘I saw rebel fighters slammed to the ground by rounds from our guns, then clamber to their feet and start charging forward again, screaming maniacally. Some took four bullets before they went down and stayed down,’ he remembers.

By now, the rebel commander must have worked out how Heaney was co-ordinating the defence from his position out in the open. A rocket grenade came barrelling towards the sergeant, missing by inches, followed by rebel soldiers, creeping through the pitch black.

‘I grabbed my rifle and let rip at the flitting shadows, hammering rounds into them. 
‘Figures reared up from the bush in front of me, so close I didn’t need to use the metal sights. 

Muzzles sparked from a few dozen yards away. There was agonised screaming, deafeningly close. 

And more, I realised, coming from the pits of sharpened bamboo stakes we’d prepared as the rebels blundered into them. The night was thick with the scent of adrenaline, blood, aggression and fear.’ 

But he got his miracle. The rebels pulled back. Amazingly, too, the platoon was intact, with not a single casualty. 

It was first round to the Pathfinders, but Heaney and his men knew this was not the end of the matter.

The rebels would come again . . . and against a rapidly diminishing supply of British bullets and flares.

‘We were down to less than a third of our ammo,’ he says bluntly. 

But surely, they imagined as they waited, reinforcements were on their way by now, the Quick Reaction Force they had been promised once they engaged the rebels. A Chinook should be dropping the cavalry in at any moment. ‘We just had to hold on.’ 

For the British troops, the easy choice would have been to pull out, hop in their trucks and leave the village to fend for itself. But  Heaney and his men were having none of that. 

Nor were they prepared to withdraw when the Quick Reaction Force they expected was delayed — because headquarters first wanted an assessment from an officer specially flown in to check that reinforcements were even necessary! 

A furious Heaney ‘felt waves of frustration and anger washing over me’ at such bureaucratic niceties when lives were at stake.

Eventually the reinforcements did fly in, ‘30 heavily armed Paras spoiling for a punch-up’, as Heaney put it — at which point the British contingent was able to take the fight to the rebels, fanning out beyond the village to track them down.

The enemy, though, had retreated deep into the jungle. But would they be back in even greater numbers, thirsting for revenge? 

With that question in the air, the Pathfinders agreed to stay and defend what had become ‘our village’. If they didn’t there was every chance the rebels would return and massacre the villagers, and they couldn’t allow that to happen.

‘As we stared down our rifle barrels into the darkness once again, we had no doubt they were out there, massing in serious strength.’ 

At which point — and to their utter dismay — Heaney and his platoon were ordered to withdraw.

‘It hit us like a bombshell,’ he says. ‘For night after night we’d been probed by the rebels. We’d pushed out foot patrols during the day into the jungle to find them. Of one thing we had been certain: we were here for the duration. No rebels were going to wreak havoc on our village, not on our watch.’

But their commanders, nervous of defending such an isolated outpost, took a different view. 

‘Pathfinder withdrawal,’ read the order from on high. ‘No relief.’ They had held their ground for 16 days  and now they were to leave and not be replaced. The village would be unprotected.

And so — seething with anger and against every sense of honour they felt — the Pathfinders packed up.

‘It wasn’t exactly how I’d ever imagined us leaving this place,’ Heaney recalled. 

‘Scores of villagers lined the track as we headed for the Chinook. They were silent and fearful. We’d sat with them, played with their kids, shared their food and water. And now we were just walking out  on them.’

But the men, back home in the UK within 48 hours, need not have worried. Their commanders had made the right call — there was no further rebel push on Lungi Lol, no revenge exacted on the villagers.

Sierra Leone’s decade-long civil war was coming to an end, and Charles Taylor was to flee to Nigeria before being captured and sent to The Hague to face war crimes charges. 

A very large reason for the failure of his crusade was the stand by the Pathfinders at Lungi Lol — the only significant military action fought against the rebels, and the one that broke their backbone.

Among the honours for those who took part, Heaney was awarded the Military Cross, though, as his book makes clear, he remains dismayed by the military decision that forced them to abandon the village they risked their lives to defend.

At least Sierra Leone was at peace, secured by a British military campaign. Lungi Lol today is thriving.

Looking back, however, there was a downside to the Pathfinder  platoon’s heroic victory there. 

It may have convinced Tony Blair of the wisdom of military interventions in other country’s affairs — with results that, as we have seen with devastating clarity in Iraq this week, were disastrous for them and for us.

Expanded thoughts on recent theories.

I’m going to try and articulate this as best I can. Sorry in advance if I ramble.

There are some theories/spec going around that I personally have MASSIVE problems with. If any of them actually pan out, I will be the first to eat crow. But as of right now I just can’t see them. To me, they go against everything the Captain Swan has been building toward.

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Pakiramdam ng magboboard exam:

Akala ko pagkagraduate ko eh tapos na ang responsibilidad sa pag aaral, kung pwede nga lang sana eh gusto ko ng itapon ang aking kwaderno at nacompile ko na mga papel na galing sa photocopy shop. Kaso hindi ganun ang mga pwedeng mangyari. Siguro for a while eh totoo pero I’ll come to the realization na pwedeng magpakaba sa akin, at yun nga ay ang sinsabing make it or break it na board exam.

5 months of preparations. Sounds like a long process pero kung tutuusin eh napakakulang pa ang limang buwan. Review is a long process. Magmemorize ng theories, definitions, at formulas. Mag solve ng magsolve. Alamin ang mga shortest method. Magbasa ng mga libro. Naman! Ang daming pagdadaanan makuha lang ang hinahangad na lisensiya.

Since review is a long story, I’ll focus kung ano nga ba ang pakiramdam ng mag ta-take ng board exam.

The day before the board, ako at ang aking dalawang kaklase went to Luneta Park just for us to calm our mind at mag aliw aliw, for short gusto naming takasan ang reyalidad na mag eexam na kami kinabukasan. Picture taking dito, picture taking doon, siyempre naman kasi sayang naman ang pag punta namin dun kung di rin lang kami makakapagpicture. After that we went to the house we were renting and watched inspirational movies like “Facing the Giants” and “August Rush” to boost our confidence.

The night came, I look all the formulas that I had posted sa wall. I’m rest assured that I did my best to remember it all. I force myself to go to sleep but before that I prayed what I feel towards the board exam to let God knows what I am feeling at the moment. I prayed sincerely that I already won the battle, that God is fighting for me. I prayed to let God control the situation. Then suddenly I felt sleepy and slept.

I woke up 2 hours early before my alarm rings and I found out gising nadin pala ang mga kaklase ko at ready to take a bath na. Nagmuni muni at nagdasal that I can make it kasi confident naman na kasi ako sa sarili ko na makakaya ko. Then it’s my time para maligo narin. We are now all wearing this white polo shirt, prepared the calculator, pencils, pantasa, noa, baon, etc. sa aming plastic envelope.

We decided to take our breakfast sa Mcdo at nag order ng pamatay nilang pan cake at kape. Hindi kami ang tanging nakaputi sa establishment na yun, all of us have the feeling na kinakabahan, scared kung ano man ang tatahakin namin sa journey na ito.

Pagkatapos naming kumain ay dumiritso na kami sa Manuel L. Quezon University sa may Quiapo. Lahat kami ay nag exchange ng maraming “Goodluck”, “God bless”, “Kaya natin to” at ang makatindig balahibong “Magiging engineer din tayo!”.

So there we are in our designated room and destination. The proctor discussed the do’s and dont’s.

Our first exam is mathematics. The proctor gives me my set of questionnaires. Napadasal ulit ako. I look to my right, the lady who is taller than me is now holding her rosary at sa likod nito’y may lalaking nakapikit na animoy may binabanggit na litanya.

“You can now look at your questionnaires and start answering, every second counts” sabi nung aming proctor.

Binuklat ko ang questionnaire. La la la la la ang dali ng number one. The same goes to number 2 through 5. Then I came answering number 6 and I found out hindi ako sigurado sa sagot and I leave it blank muna. Then 7, then 8, …, then 32. Oh my ang dami kong blinangko at that time eh lima parin ang aking nasagutan. Anyway there’s still hope na masasagutan ko parin ang lahat. I reached the 100th questions at napabilang ako sa sinagutan ko at meron na akong 22 na nasagutan. Oh my! 22/100 malayo pa sa passing score. I need to answer al least 70 items in every exam to lass the board. Kaya kayod at pumunta na ako sa medium at hard questions. Find the third derivative of the equation. Find the probability of the marbles. What makes the whole theory true? Bla bla bla.

“You only have 5 minutes left!” Ang sabi ng matandang babaeng proctor na tila binabagot ng maghintay.

Kaya nag umpisa na akong mag shade ng sagot sa aking answer sheet. Binilang ko lahat. Gosh! 37 lang ang nashade ko at may 63 pa. Tingin sa aking relo, I only have 3 munutes left. I closed my eyes and prayed “in the name of Jesus, papasa ako!”

I look at my answer sheet, at di ko na tinignan ang questionnaire and I shade all the remaining items. To every item I tell myself “In Jesus name!”

I pass my questionnaire and my answer sheet na may halong paghihinayang. Shems! 37/100

37/100 ang tanging nasagutan ko. The 63 items eh pinagkaloob ko nalang sa Diyos. 63 items meaning 63 din na “In Jesus name!”. Lol.

I walk out sa room, with a song of defeat in my mind. “I did my best”. Yung pakiramdam na pumasok ka with full of confidence, pero biglang naglaho.

I observe every people outside. Gosh! Bakit sila nakangiti while I was there lugmok na lugmok sa resulta ng aking math examination. I wait for my friend to come para maglunch sa mga kalapit na kainan. Then he came ang both of us devastated sa exam namin. Sabi niya, “Da, okay lang yan. Gawin parin natin yung best natin. May three exams pa tayong lalabanin”. He did made a point, at kami’y kumain na.

Then after we eat, we were ready to take now the Electronics examination. As usual mahirap pero mas mahirap parin ang math. Natapos ko ang Elex exam ng one hour early bago mag time.

Still devastated sa naging outcome ng aking math examination.

Since that day was Sunday, I went to the church to worship God and prayed solemnly. Mangiyak ngiyak pa nga akong nag church till the pastor’s said

“Si God nga nakaya ka niyang isave sa iyong kasalanan. BOARD EXAM pa kaya?”

Then all of us wearing our white shirt said “Amen!” Oh my nabuhayan ako ng loob, out of nowhere biglang sinabi yun ni pastor. Maybe those were God given sign.

Monday came and the battle started again, and that was General Engineering and Applied Sciences. One of the question in their na hindi ko makakalimutan ay ito.
“In a glass of water with an ice cube on it, imagine that the ice will soon melt. What will happen to the volume of the water? A. Increased B. Decreased C. Stays the same D.I dont care at all”
Sa pagmamadali ko, akala ko bonus ay sinagutan ko ng letter A, without thinking that the real thing that is happening is that nothing will trully happen.

Lunch came. Then Communication Engineering examinations. I still have more than two hours pero natapos ko na ang exam. I write “Engineer Daryl, ECE” in my questionnaires. Sit for more than two hours, nagmunimuni, worshipping and singing to God in my head.

"God is fighting for us. Pushing back the darkness. Lighting up the kingdom that cannot be broken..”

“We can trust our God. He knows what he’s doing. Though it might hurt us, we wont be ruined. It might seems there’s an ocean in between but he’s holding on to you and me and He’s never gonna leave. He is with us. ALWAYS”

For two hours all I did was to pray God at that time. After worshipping God for all the good thing He has done in me, I get my pencil and started writing in my questionnaire these sentences.

“This is the story He’s building in me. I can make it”

“Ang hirap ng exam mo Engr Detalla”. Name yun ng examiner namin sa math, malay mo mabasa niya at gawin niyang madali para sa susunod na board.

Only two examinees ang natira sa room na iyon. Then I pass my papers to the proctor. I gave them a huge huge smile. The proctor looks at my questionnaire.

He searched for my name and said:
“Ilang araw nalang Engineer kana. God bless you Engineer Daryl”

Easy as slicing a cake yung mga naexam ko that day. Kung gaano kahirap kahapon. Ganun naman kadali ngayon.

And that’s it. Natapos na ang ECE board exam pero may isa pa akong board exam na itatake, lower version ng ECE at yun ay ang Electronics Technician. 50 items. I need to answer at least 35 items to pass this board.

The morning came, now in a different room. Natuwa ako kasi nung sinasagutan ko eh may 35 na akong sagot, so there is an assurance na papasa ako dito.

The exam was finished, i donate my pencils, erasers,sharpeners and the like to charity to help poor students to have one. Kasi rumors says that if you don’t donate mababagsak ka. so benefit of the thought to fail, I donated it WHOLEHEARTEDLY.

No need to take lunch kasi uwing uwi na ako sa probinsya. I need to tell my parents that I had done my best. Pero talagang sadyang mahirap.

That was the five hours heart breaking trip. Nakakalungkot. Then nakarating na ako sa bahay. All of them are smiling nung nakarating ako and the only words I had said that time was

“Ang hirap”

I told them everything but still they do understand my situation. Even my friends know my situation and one of them told me.

“Ano kaba! Pinapangunahan mo si Lord. This is the moment of harvest, habang wala pang result eh the battle is not yet finish” nasabi niya yun with full of positive emotions contradicting my negative thoughts.

I just wan to end this three days of waiting para makita na ang result pero ganun talaga eh may moment of thrill pang nalalaman. Nakakaba. Akala ko tapos na ang paghihirap pero mas mahirap pa pala ang maghintay. Never been on line for three days straight cause I just want na lumayo sa mga taong kakilala ko.

Then all waiting comes to an end, it was now the third night after the board exam. Kinakabahan and waiting for a sign that somebody will text me that day. 7 pm and still no update. Mangiyak iyak nako hanggang sa malapit na mga 8pm.

Then biglang yung pinsan kong inhinyero texted me.
“Ay grabe, 986 out of 2579 pass the board out”

Lumabas ako para huminga. Isa ata ako sa mga bumagsak. Iiyak na ako eh. So I replied ” :( “
The world is against me. Sasabog na ako sa kalungkutan.

Then biglang lumabas ang grade five kong pinsan sa bahay nila, nakangiti sabay sabing

“Congrats Engineer!”
“Weh? Di nga! Baka sa Electronic Technician yung nakita mo at hindi sa engineering”
“Oo kuya, tignan mo sa bahay. Nakabukas ang net binukas ni ate andun pangalan mo. Punta ka sa bahay”

Since it’s only 20 meters away sa bahay nila eh tumakbo ako para pumunta doon.

“Ate Gretel, patingin nga.”
“Oh eto oh!”

Una kung tinignan ang label na
MARCH 2-3, 2014
(Last name), Daryl P.

And then
MARCH 4, 2014
(Last name), Daryl P.

Hindi ako maniwala that I passed the board exam for electronics engineering but also for electronics technician. I go out to express my emotion by shouting. Nanginginig na ako. Nagagalak. Maha high blood na ata ako sa tuwa. I shouted the loudesr shout I ever had.

“Engineeeeeeerrrrrr na akooooooo! Thank you Lorrrd!” With my hands held high glorifying and praising God for His goodness.

Lesson learned. Being confident to yourself is different with being confident with God.

Nakapasa ako by FAITH with confidence in God and by actions :)

At your service, ENGR. DARYL,ECE,ECT

Back in town.

Surprisingly enough, as if the first trip out to Pakistan hadn’t been long enough, it really felt like the trip home was even longer. Grace probably ended up complaining ten times more than she did on the way there simply out of boredom. It wasn’t like there was a lot to talk about, they had been with each other the entire vacation and knew every story, every little thing that had happened there. So really, once the both of them started to get bored the only thing left to do was sleep. But luckily, after another thirty hours in total of traveling, they were finally back in San Diego, ready to go back home. Grace probably would have been fine with just going back home and staying there for the rest of the week, catching up on the sleep it felt like they had lost after all that traveling, but she happened upon one very disturbing discovery when they got back home, Forrest was nowhere to be found. After a very panicked call to Iris reassuring them that she had just taken the cat to make it easier to look after Grace tossed all her stuff into the bedroom and insisted that they go over before they camped out in their apartment for the next few days. Because once she got into their bed she was fairly certain he wouldn’t be able to move her for at least two full nights of sleep. It just made more sense to go and pick up their cat now before they started to unpack and she had to get in some sleep before going back to work.

So after they dropped off their stuff they were back to walking, thankfully something they were even more used to now after wandering around being the best tourists they could be. It wasn’t a horrible walk to her house, although it did take a little while, but thanks to the time of year and getting so used to the climate in Pakistan she didn’t break out a sweat. Finally when they reached Iris’ she let them in the back, knowing for a fact that she wouldn’t mind and that, more importantly, it was always open. So wandering in the kitchen Grace plopped down at the kitchen table and looked around, a little surprised that she wasn’t there doing something at the counter. “Iris?” she eventually called, throwing a confused look in Dylan’s direction before her aunt rushed into the room, looking slightly disheveled. But she didn’t mention anything, only giving them a sunny smile and walking over to the coffee maker. “How was your trip.” she asked, and that was really all Grace needed to start in on things. “It was amazing, you should have seen these people. I mean they were like something you’d see on television. They were all loving and caring and they actually liked each other, it was actually a little weird at first.” Grace had started, rambling off just like always. But eventually narrowing her eyes at the way Iris continued to glance towards the hallway, she stopped speaking and just watched her for a moment. “Are you okay?” she asked, gaining a quick response from her aunt who apparently shook off the whole thing and sat down at the table, pretending to know nothing about what she was saying. “Everything’s great.” she told her, but Grace could only side glance towards Dylan before narrowing her eyes further, not believing her.