Once upon a time, there was a bored but obedient big boy who found himself with nothing to do one afternoon during the month of April. While hanging out in his mom's bedroom - whining to her how his life sucks and how he feels trapped in a cycle with the career he is in, his mom suggested an activity that would probably change his life.
Soon after, he was dragging his ass up the stairs of the LRT Line 2. With only a hundred peso in his wallet and a libido of a rabbit raging in his body, this boy embarked on a journey going to the forest of UP Diliman where his mom told him to inquire about the graduate course in Creative Writing. At first, the boy was having second thoughts about the endeavor. He knew in his heart that aiming for such a degree is beyond his wildest imagination. After all, up until that moment, he never believed that he has the "it" factor to take up post-graduate studies. His appearance in the CAL graduate school office was just a mere appeasement for his mother who encouraged him to take the direction in the first place.
In his astonishment, the boy found out that the requirements he needed for the application was already in his disposal. All he needed to do is to consolidate them all and deliver them in a way that the panel of professors tasked to screen the applicants would somehow notice his little armada.
To the boy, the consolidation itself was a humbling experience. For the first time after his graduation, he paid a visit to an old friend and mentor who taught him how to write with feelings and full of details. This boy asked his mentor to serve as one of the two big people who would recommend him for the program, which the mentor gladly did - even though his hands was full of work. On his computer screen, he briefly answered the questions about the applicant. His answers were very heartwarming and flattering. It shows that the mentor took notice of the boy's performance during his classes. On a personal note, the mentor appeared to be quite fond of the boy's leadership skills back in college. It was the one thing he remembered about the boy, who was once his student when things were a little cozier back in the academy.
His mentor's notes became the boy's flagship. The only thing that is missing is the army he would take with him once he entered the seas of graduate school.
The boy had many options to choose from - ranging from his boss to a poet he befriended in Malate. His boss' recommendation would be the best option for him to be his army. Unfortunately he was too busy to attend to the boy's requirements, so the boy looked for another person who would complete the other half of his recommendation papers.
Out of nowhere, the boy had an idea. Since his blog serves as his last creative outlet in writing, he chose someone who could very well tell something about the boy and at the same time, has an exclusive access to the boy's very spirit. The person he chose was Athena, the strong light-hearted lady who had become his fairy gaymother in the past one year. Athena gladly accepts the boy's request. Using her connections and prior endeavors before joining the company the boy works for, she had easily assembled the army the boy would needed for his armada. In two weeks after his first homage to the graduate school office, he returned with all the necessary documents needed for his application.
His fleet sailed its way to the high seas according to the boy's plan.
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