a&a

no and yes

2010-04-13T12:16:00.000+08:00

well no to the fact,. that the perv and i have not un any way been an item,. i have not seen his face actually,.

i think its more of this social networking sites that's been making me popular,. so, i can't help it if the last time they saw me i was this chubby nerdy girl with eye glasses,. and now suddenly i lost weight and not too glasses dependent any more,. and no,. the guys that i've been texting since then, i no longer am communicatung with any of them./ hello 2010!!!!

hmm,.

anyway!

yes! i have been kissed,. or more to say,. i kissed someone,. it was more of a valentine's day impulse,. i was out with my friends in a bar in españa, we were having our annual valentines get together on the 13th of feb. All of them are in a committed relationship and they were all ganging up on me,.saying when will i be having a boyfriend? one of them has been in a long term relationships and now, its going good, while the other has has a series of lets say hmm,. nice? guys and the third well,. she is happy with her girl,. when? when? when? so i kissed the guy beside me.

pfft,. doesn't really answer the when right?

i guess i couldm't really get pass the second date trauma,. or something,. all i've ever been with is up to a sde

that was

update

2009-07-23T10:21:00.006+08:00

i cant believe that its been six months since i've blogged about anything. this blog is to inform people that i just dont spend my days moping around the house waiting for my guy to get it through my highway of love, get it pass that friggin traffic already.

lately my social life has been active, that my mom is getting used to it. been hanging out with a lot of friends, meeting people and also an improvement towards the opposite sex, just a lot of textmates lang naman ano ,. hahah. (cornetto pa din ba?)

like who?

well,. i'll share only one because this is one particular case i'd like to rant about

an old classmate from, who i shall label as the perv,. in his messages, both text and chat he has nothing good to say except cutie pie, gorgeous, sweet, innocent and (im about to puke) calls me his girlfriend,. wishing? Please can you make your bola styles a little more subtle
what more he feels he stood me up when i asked him to accompany me to wait for an important meeting. Like duh, as-if. Feeling! First of, it was not a date, second i had friends who i had fun playing billiards while waiting. So, can the perv stop feeling ever so important and stop apologizing.

perv is good looking,. so if anybody out there wants a guy who's only objective is to take a peek into your friendster private pix, he's all yours.

nope i did not allow him, even though those picx were only shots of my childhood,. bwahahha
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well, am also happy to find out that tortilos does not diss bad grammar nor neologism. cause bad grammar is a delinquency that i am guilty of.

friendster meet-ups

2009-01-13T14:58:00.005+08:00

i didn't even do a background check, like friends we have in common in that networking site.

So i was a bit rattled, not by him but what was to come, will I turn up alright? will i say the right words? I was going out with an extreme stranger, and mind you, I am not used to going out with boys.

Anyway, he asked me if I wanted to see two-timing Pitt's latest flick, the Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Let's all see.

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this was a draft,. written online,. well I dif get to see the guy, i labeled "panget", for I couldn't look at him, a second time.

Although, nope he doesn't look like Rene Requestas nor your bedroom monster. I just couldn't stand him.

that's why we never did spoke to each other after that dinner, that I think all my siblings did enjoy (took home a lot of tempura)

ANd yeap, a toast to my friend for she has finally called it quits with her BF. or was it the guy who pulled the straw?

either way, cheers to singlehood!

bring me back to reality

2009-01-13T14:16:00.001+08:00

i have this friend who usually complains about her boyfriend and then she says she loves him.

the number of times they've broken up can actually equate all the Chinese people, even those who just look Chinese.

Not a week, nor day, and I'm not exaggerating, has passed that she tested me for a complain.

And they usually have a spat over the smallest things. Just because she was not able to watch an episode of Entourage, which her BF is a fan. Or just because she's been talking to a friend whom her BF does not approve of.

It was the holidays! it would be mean to greetings.

What more, the guy picking out your friends, tsk! Tsk! Even her parents don't do that!

Leave the guy already.

She reasons that she can't because she loves him, she can't stand to be alone.
I wonder does she really love him or perhaps she just loves herself?

If ever this happens to me, I won't leave a guy despite all the bad things he has done, can you slap me and bring me back to reality./ /

one step at a time

2008-12-15T14:09:00.007+08:00

At first he was just a sign that I wasn't gonna be late for work...

but then I began to took notice. He is tall and babyface, which I have to admit is really my type, ewan ko ba kung bakit naligaw doon kay Tortilos.

I usually see him moving, in a plain yet radiant long sleeves polo shirt that matches his skin tone, listening to some mysterious music, through Paseo Avenue . As each day passes, as I hurry to get to work, grows the eager fascination of again seeing him.

I thought I wouldn't get to see him again.

Then today, the fates smile upon me, and...

as if being reminded by Jordin Sparks, whose song I was hearing over my radio phone as I caught a glimpse of him, I need to take it

One step at a time
There's no need to rush
It's like learning to fly
Or falling in love
It's gonna happen when it's
Supposed to happen that we
Find the reasons why
One step at a time

on the wedge

2008-12-11T16:33:00.001+08:00

I always had a fascination for wedge shoes. They give height and comfort. They are elevated in the same way that you have this inkling that you won't slip. After all, the height that you need is very well supported.

Moreover, I always believed that the wedge shoes aren't that vulnerable.

I was wrong, I heard my right heel crack. Nasira yung shoe ko!

Buti nalang may dala akong slippers and i had an extra pair of shoes here in the office

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Postscript

I can't wait for the end of season sale either end of the year or early 2009.

Start saving people!

helpless

2008-12-09T15:31:00.004+08:00

Rico Blanco's lyrics seems to have said it all, "and it's keeping me up all night. I did't expect that i'd be so affected..,.i become so helpless, helpless."

Ah, i need to listen to his labum otherwise i cannot go to sleep, and if I do I still can't cause I need to hear it over and over and over and over again.

2008-12-05T11:37:00.003+08:00

the morning rush over at 93.1, topic for the day was how can you tell a virgin from a non-virgin?

Well there were some funny quotes, A virgin would be hatid-sundo, while a nonvirgin would be sundot-hatid. Or maybe when you step into a motel, the virgin would be surprised and would want to get out while the non-virgin would simply ask "where's the remote?" Like after a test, a virgin would say, ang hirap, while a non virgin would comment, "it's hard."

And then there where also entries like, a virgin would prefer someone who is guapo, while a non-virgin would look for something else, because there is more that matters like how he handles himself. ..

male pattern baldness

2008-12-04T14:11:00.007+08:00

I was googling one of my panelists from a workshop. This panelist is cute, although a little old. Hint:I wanted to know everything about male pattern baldness because of the guy.

Don't crucify me for liking a balding man, he is oozing with sexxzzzzzzxxx appeal, the type that you can't even look at. Yah! He's pictures doesn't do him any justice!

It was just the usual pages, that he was in a jazz, punk band, an award winning poet, etcetera. Until until one told me that he was living in with a long time girlfriend so I turned to Images, that would somehow make my day.

Then I remembered and started googling Tortilos, and most results came from Blogs.--- Thank god I never mentioned his name nor posted a pic of his, because once he searched his name over the internet, I'd die of massive embarrassment. ZOBRA!

The guy has a fan base up in UP, (university of the Philippines), where rumors are spreading that he's gay and he has a lesbian lover, and of course comments are debating on his sexuality.

WELL, I guess they are not as informed as I am, I know people he usually hung around, or to be quite specific, I know him. I have him on my YM list, and me on his, but I never had the guts to buzz him. We were from the same building, same course as well, kulang nalang classmates kami.

I'm straying from the topic, aren't I? Anyway, yes he is committed to a lesbian ( so what's the big f-ing deal? And as for the biggest questions, he has tendencies as well.

---He once told a common friend that he'd do it with a guy, (that was back in High school I believe). And our eccentric teacher once commented our class, that it's been a long time since she had straight boys in her class, because Tortilos was questionable. Then a friend of his, did say what our common friend did tell me.

okok

if the Phil's literary world was hollywood Tortilos would be Brad pitt,,. um no he would be,(now this would be a hard crown to give to), Leonardo diCaprio because he's till young and has a lot to prove, Panelist would be Brad Pitt, old, married but still friggin hot.

Well, let me let you into a little secret, its not really the looks we are after. It's just a bonus of some sort. It's what the guy has to offer. Honestly, would you like a girl who sits around all day eatig chips out of a Piattos big while watching TV? Come on, if you said yes, be reasonable. How would you live? How would you buy the Piattos? How would you pay for the electricity bill that makes the TV run, huh?

We need someone with a bit of drive. You know, ambition and the will to make that dream happen.

Maybe that's why I'm not that into Kitek, yet. Coz, I really don't know if he's an architect or an interior designer, I don;t know anything about him.
Kitek works for an architectural firm which is just next to our office so, I see most of the times. He's cute.
and that's also why i don't tell people about guys who i think are cute because if i do they suddenly turn into mini crushes that I can't suddenly control! it's like highschool but worse

surprise visits in nice packages

2008-12-04T14:10:00.005+08:00

i decided to kill GfY, why? it's instinct, the first time you saw blood did your parents told you what it was about? no, right? so it's just like that, there's a part, a big part of me that just doesn't like him.

well, who knows what might happen, he might be revived.

i've been missing my writing twitch lately, what more i haven't got any freetime, been busy, although lazy at work.

The twilight movie is in first week, and yeah i already saw i. I liked the part when they were playing baseball. Nice, huh?

The twiligth movie is also the topic of a few text messages between me and a former officemate (FO).

This FO of mine wants to be a broker, so he's selling real estate. It's somehow associated with the company that I'm currently working for, which is a real estate developer. I usually text him quotes and all, but it was only up to that. Not even the usual, no malice "musta na?" No, none of that.

So i was a bit surprised when he texted me, about a month ago, asking if he can call me. i gave him my home number, after all I was already home. We catch up on things. Before ending the call, he hinted that he'd like to take me out. Maybe that Saturday. It was, i think maybe Tuesday or Wednesday. So we hung up there.

After, I realized that the saturday that he was implying was all saint's day, a holiday and I'd probably be at the province.

I was expecting another invite from him, but no none came. I thought that, that was that.

Then, he texted me, inquiring about my company's projects. Well, my division doesn't handle all of the company's projects. Only a specific area. I referred him to the one in charge of our broker's network.

He came into our office, and he left. I didn't even know that he came in and that he was done.
Concerned on how things where going with him, I texted him ,"ok na?" It took him several hours to reply. Then all of a sudden, he wants to know if I read the twilight book. That was tuesday, the day before Twilight was to be shown. My sister's friend has a copy which was lying around the house, so yeah, I had some opportunity to browse through the sappy love love story. I quickly followed with saying that I wanted to watch the movie.

And he replied, that yeah he too wants to do just that. We got into talking about what other stuff we where reading, mostly that.

A few days after, he texted yet again, asking me if i was available for coffee, since there was a starbucks near my building. I was a bit surprised by his sudden invitation. It was only 2pm, so I replied that my break was for another hour or so and I had alot to do. Still, he insisted in seeing me. He asked where my office floor was again, because, according to him, he had something to give me. To me, he was saying, but in the back of my head there was a warning for me not to expect, so it was telling me, it would probably be for the broker's network.

What if it was really for me? I didn't know what to do, so I told my happy-go-lucky boss that I had a friend coming. I was dressed like shit. I had on purple slacks with loose cream colored polo. I was a bit panicky. A few minutes later, our phone rang and it was the reception telling us I had a visitor. it was FO.

As I opened the door to the reception, I saw FO. After a long time. There he was sitting on one of the couches, perusing his cellphone. He had with him a brown paper bag that said power books. Was it a Twilight book? I opened it, and it was a novel by Danielle Steel, Remembrance. I politely thanked him and we got to talking on how things are with him, how my former bosses where.

He stayed for a few minutes more, but then he excused himself for he had another meeting to attend to. So, I escorted him to the elevator.

My boss got a subtle look at him, and when we were at our cubicle, asked some questions about him, and that by the next week, which is today, I should have had dinner with the guy already (nope, none yet!) He also told me that I should give the guy a call, right that instant and thank him, ask him why there was no dedication, if he already read it, if yes what part did he like.

At first, I couldn't do it. Until my boss convinced me so. The guy made the initiative and took the effort to come to my office, so I too should do just that. Take it form a man's POV, ha? He even said that I should Google flirting, that would add some spice to my life?

2008-11-18T10:32:00.015+08:00

they were all recounting when they lost their virginity, high school, college, and then they joked i'll do i at the age of thirty. ha!

i always thought that no date is better than a than a bad date

i's a part of my life that i do not want to remember but ill always remember because my friends were there. i had witnesses who will always badger me to no end.

The guy doesn't even know where Trinoma is.

Okay, so medyo forgivable, coz he's a seaman from Davao, and that Trinoma is the newest mall.
But then when I asked him to meet up instead in SM Nedsa, he detered and instead wanted to go to Isetan,.

Uh?!

i have been seldom replying to his texts
the last text i sent him this morning was: "weirdo, may dahilan ba ako para magalit sayo?"

i'd just like to kill him in my world he is dead. why? just because?

the first time you saw blood, did your parents tell you what it was, no. So it's simply instinct why i am doing this. goodbye GfY

that Tortilos Crunch

2008-11-17T15:32:00.013+08:00

it wasn't as surreal as i expected it to be I got more tongue tied and lost whenever I see Tortilos walking down the hallways of my alma mater or a certain mall.

I guess, having a picture taken and an album plus a poster autographed would seem enough for a raving fan. But then, it just doesn't fill the void. (i know that "i'll always be the lucky one")

Ok, i have to admit that, madami pa akong celebrity crushes, this is just one of them. Oh well, it was after all only his music and talent in song writing that i like about him and not his looks***

Although, I don't feel the same way towards tortilos anymore.
no more jitters no more quivers down, that only he has the power to send to me.
those partial body malfunctions, similar to asthma attacks, one thing that saves me is the thought of him.
no, hindi pa pwede., haven't yet kissed him, hugged him, touched him, Ah i miss that Tortilos crunch

I don't know if it counts, there was this one chance encounter, in a mall, my fingers ran through his left arm, for me to assure myself that yes he is indeed real.

i have had the ginormous admiration for that guy, almost leaning towards obsession, to the point of stalking him. Yes, one time a friend and I almost did, we followed him around campus, unfortunately he got into one building, and i think he attended a conference of sorts, that's where we lost him.

Right now, to me his dead. Not literally, because he has been in and out of the yahoo messenger (and no, i (nor he) have not been buzzing him, if any of you wonder). He is dead because I do not get to see him anymore, not even a sight of his frightening hair.

I know that i do not think about him anymore because I do not mistake any guy with the same silhoutte, long hair, rugged and has not shaved for quite a long time for him. See?

It's only now that the truth is exorcising me. It's not really him, it's only the idea of him, what he will become and what he has to offer.

Well, I guess he is good looking, being the look alike of certain celebs like Atom and Champ.

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the guy from yes

2008-11-15T09:21:00.013+08:00

OM told me that the first guy from yes (GfY) texted him and wanted to know my number,
so i got his from OM.

A few texts later, i decided to meet up with guy from yes.
There same night that a friend from high school (HS) called me and wanted to meet up. Apparently, my clique has already planned this days before and had only gotten the load just now. What more, one of my friends had just broken up with her lover.

I couldn't get out of it. Even if I told HS that I had an EB planned for the night, which was a celebration for them because I rarely go out, especially with guys.

We were meeting at Vito Cruz, at a bar called Dematisse. My broken hearted (BH) friend once told me about it, it was supposedly full of lesbians. So, of course I wanted to come for the experience.

(the meeting time was at 6pm, they made me wait for two f:)cking hours. the staff already knew me as the babae sa may dulo, grr.)

When BH and HS came, BH spilled about how she didn't care about her ex. She was playing it up like every broken hearted girl should texting her how hurt was etcetera. Well I've never been through any break-ups so, i can't any offer advice for this situation. But judging from what my friends are doing it is best for a girl to rant when she's numb and leave and let it be when there is pain.

HS told BH about my EB. It was decided upon to let (GfY) come over. I didn't know that they had dates coming over.

HS talked to GfY over my phone, pretending to be me. Ang sabi pa ni HS, "mnsan lang kayo nag-uusap no? Hindi niya ako nabosesan."

Well, yes. We did talk , about once over the phone, the rest was just how are you and a couple of ingats ka. Sappy? huh?

HS did most of the babbling to convince GfY to come over to Dematisse. Several phone calls later, HS was laughing. She has succeded! Gfy was bringing his brother, the one who came up to us (OM and me).

Honestly, I never cared if GfY didn't show up, I even texted him, ok lang kahit di na dumating uuwi na din ako.

He replied, "bakit? wait lang, ok lang ba?"

Grr,. HS got him convinced to meet with my friends.

So I had to wait for him, even though I told my mom that I'd be home by nine pm, (I asked for ten pm, but she said I had to be at nine). I had to wait for him, he was on his way from Sta. Cruz.

it was just the three of us, BH, HS and me. when a couple of little girls or should I say guys, approached my friend, BH. they looked like twins, with the chinita eyes, same barber cut and same jeans and shirt get up. They were keeping BH company.

Finally, our fourth friend, (FF)the late one decided to join us. She was on a date with this weirdly tall and white guy, called Kim. Kim, once worked in Telus, but not with BH, i think.

I wanted to go home, I know that my mother was going to grill me, for the hour that i was going to get my key to the door.

But then one of the little girls, or is it boys, suddenly said, siya nga daw seventeen lang eh. Moreover, my friends were beging me to stay for my ka-Eb.

Finally, I got a text from Gfy, telling me he was there.
i asked where. He couln't have gotten around far, without having seen me. we have just moved near the entrance.
It turned out that he was in the second floor.

My friends chided me to go see him na. Accompanied by BH, I went up. the second floor was darkly lit and was full of girls and their ka-ons. So, I really didn't know where he was. There was a table, on the other end of the corner, where two guys where.
I only spotted one of them, the one nearest the corner, he was fugly. As in. how do I describe it? Yah, i guess that's just the word, it, and not him, LOL! dark colored and desperatly needing a facial, wearing only sando and jeans, if that's him, puhlees! BH wanted to go there. I quickly told her, "hindi yan yun," and made a dash for the stairs as the other guy, pointed right
at me. OMG!

Fortunately, I got to our table, without anyone chasing after moi. BH was laughing telling our friends how the other guy pointed directly at me while i said, "hindi yan yun!"

I did not want to go back there. But my friends were on this guy's side. They were coaxing me to o up again, how about the guy's effort to come meet me. After all, it was all so sudden and he agreed. I was standing firm, I did not want o see that Rene Requestas incarnate again, and then one of my friends commented. "Si Ana, feeling miss Universe." They were jabbering me to go see the guy, so what if he is ugly, i too have my faults. They were trying to make me see the efforts, he was at home at what time of the night and out of nowhere said yes in meeting with me.

I wouldn't budge. Until, HS offered to join me, she'd make sure that nothing bad was gonna happen.

We went up, when we got to the table, the guy from yes was there, as i had remembered him. Somewhat fair skinned and yup, okay naman.

Apparantly, he had gone to the Cr the first time I went up that was why I did not see him. I introduced HS to Gfy, unfortuantely I got his name wrong, it wasn't Eric, it was something else. Again, he called me Broke, and HS kept addressing me as Ana. So GFY wondered what my name really was. HS made palusot, saying she was used to calling me Ana.

His friends didn't want to join our table, but he was nice enough to even grab a beer from our bucket. He noticed the two little dykes sitting next to him, to hom he was joking, "baka may project pa kayo ha?"

more girl on girl action

Fortunately for me, it was time to go, and phew, he also had left. I was _ home by one of the little girl/boys in a taxi, coz BH said she was into me. Yeah, right?

HS texted me days lated that GfY is okay na, nakikisama, and all

the brooke incident

2008-11-03T11:40:00.006+08:00

it was a normal day office, or so i thought. An office mate invited me out after. So she could have some companion to quiapo and then afterwards we'd grab a drink or two in her usual tambayan at Recto Ave.

I've been there, at Yes! once, maybe twice during my college days. i never expected to go back. it was a kind of seedy bar. People playing billiards, guys asking for your number and buying you drinks.

It was a little different that night. The place was not packed, as it usually was. I could now here the music playing, instead of people's voices rising above each others trying to tell a story. There were, to my estimate, five tables occupied. The number of people playing billiards were also quite few, only about two tables.

It was only the two of us in that table, near the hanging electric fan, We picked that coz, it was kind of hot and we were tired walking all the way from Quiapo.

We had a little problem with money, so we ordered just one pitcher of beer for a hundred bucks. We were calculating how much more was left for us to get home. I had enough just for one ride. Which was okay, i just had to walk to Avenida and ride a jeep to home from there.

Time seemed to pass by quickly, us talking and taking pictures and the pitcher running dry.
I felt my head getting heavy by the minute, so I didn't want a drink, leaving my friend the pitcher all to herself.

We were good to go with the last glass of beer being drunk, until somebody from two tables in front us approached us.

The guy asked for our number. He had with him, two cellphones, cool, probably one of his mates, wanted one of our numbers.

I told you I've been there before, but not with my office mate (OM). I remember that time, when I was out with my friends, and someone came by, asking to join us, buy us a drink, and they, the people who I was with, rejected.

So i was just laughing, I didn't know what to do. Until my officemate dropped a hint and called me Brooke.

I got the message loud and clear, though, i was still giggling uncontrollably. I didn't know whose number was I supposed to give out. I reached for my cellphone. hanging on my neck and gave hers, my OM's, instead.

The guy left us, we were good to go, unfortunately, to our surprise, another man approached our table.

This guy was old, well, not necessarily carrying a crane to walk old, just older than me, old. About thirty years old i'm guessing, and was just out for the night. We found out that he ran his own business.

We were out of booze, and my friend hinted just that. So the guy, OG bought us another pitcher. But what's beer without pulutan right? So my conniving friend,OM, laughed her way for us to get some chicken wings or something.

The table near us, had this amazing pulutan, Ang bango ng amoy, sobra. and that was what we wanted. OG did not want to shell out anymore, but then OM told OG that i wanted that. i nodded, and that was what I told OG. Talk about going for his money.

OG then started asking where I lived. Honestly, I wasn't just gonna get inside some strangers car. No! Absolutely not! Then, OM wanted to take me home safely, and she thought that OG taking me home would be that. So they had a long, extremely long conversation on how OG should take me home first and then take OM to where she wants to go next. That was how we emptied the pitcher of beer. Over that debate.

OM actually is a great friend, because she was looking after me. She even explained to OG that in terms of men I was just in grade 2, unlike her who is about to graduate. my friend warned old guy that if anything ever happens to me, he's head is on the chopping board since she knows everyone at this bar.

So, we were definitely out of beer, and i really had to go. Coz i didn't tell my mom where i would be that night. I know she'll be mad.

OG promised he'll take us home so when we walked out of the bar and into Recto, we were expecting a car. It was a van, a barangay van, which he said was his. OM and a friend from the bar, got into the back.

That was when OG told us he was only kidding, what a joke.

His car was a silver Crosswind. I sat in the front passenger seat and told him, I lived near Mayon. OM and her friend was at the back. He took a right turn towards España Boulevard.

But then, things kind of turn rash when he took a right turn at A.H. Lacson Street. I thought at first he was trying to avoid traffic and might go for Loyola, but then we were nearing Nagtahan bridge! What the fuck!

This was not the way to my house! I was radically complaining and pointing out just that. But no, he continued on.

I know i had to get out of this vehicle. The red light stopped us. I immediately, no questions asked, opened my door and got out. I walked away from then Crosswind. OM's friend followed me.

Fuck, there was some financial problem, kulang ako sa pera to go home. I had just enough money for one ride (which was what we originally calculated from the bar) but then to get to out house from where that bastard took me i like had to get on two, maybe even three jeepneys.
I asked OM's friend if he can take me home, he gladly said yes.

The crosswind took a Uturn with OG chasing after me, or should I say Brooke. he was yelling out Brooke's name. He told me he wouldn't do anything to harm me, and that i can trust him. Yah right!

My officemate, who was still in the car, finally spoke up. You don't need to worry, nothing is gonna happen to you. I'm here. I trusted her words.

Although I was reluctant to go back inside the car, I had no other choice. How was I gonna get home?

So, pinagsungitan ko nalang si OG on my way home. He was caressing me, yuck, kadiri! and i was moving myself away.

I wanted OG to just drop me off near our house, but then OM had to jingle so, I had no other choice.

I never spoke to OG again,

2008-10-28T09:37:00.001+08:00

never expect

i don't like you, i only like the idea of you. i've painted a clear picture of what will our future be like when i'm with you. Not just for several days, or for several years but for a whole lifetime.

That's what finally caught me. I shouldn't have done that.

you were only thinking about what it was we were going to do today, we were jusy going to eat out. but then i was already expecting too much out of it.

i should have just taken a hint from you and i should have just treated you the way you did me.

I should have just had fun.

2007-03-17T14:32:00.000+08:00

tapos na din ako gragraduate na din,.ano pa bang meron sa buhay?
sana maganda ang summer of 2007,. ikaw ano ba ang ginagawa mo???

hay,.,

sana makapunta maski man baguio,.
ayan hindi boracay,. hay,. bgrr

2007-02-08T10:24:00.000+08:00

happy valentines everyone,. how i wish i could share the love between these two,. it's like a scene from a movie., rt? well not necessarily, a movie,. to die together is the scene in the flick and then suddenly archaeologists find u buried in an embrace as to that is how u die.,,. the first flick that comes to mind is titanic,. kaya lang Kate winslet did not die,.

if ever you come up with another movie let me know?

hmm,. do you know how to make a haiku about a pineapple,. well

http://www.gnarlsbarkley.com/tour.php

log into that and join the contest,..

2007-01-30T11:06:00.000+08:00

i thought that i'd have to post my thesis here as proof that i have one, thank God for he is good all the time,.he made way,.gave me another adviser who literally saved my life,. approved everything that i wrote about representing the amazons in paulino lim jr' "Ka Gaby Nom De Guerre" hoo! and i got a grade of 1.25 and 1.5 from my new adviser and my panelists..

my head is still feeling heavy,. like I'm drunk or something,. with the whole room spinning around me,. yes,. after two days,.it still is heavy,. but last Sunday was worse,. my neck was so stiff that my head was bent on to the right angle and right angle only.. now i only have to deal with the mustache brought by the scab and the little stiffness that the salon pas eases..

honestly i don't think i deserve that grade,. i think they gave it to me out of consideration out of what happened to me,. note to future thesis researchers dont get my former adviser,. he does drop his advisees,. he did that too with natasha g. according to sir galan./

i feel a bit awkward about Leo not winning anything in the SAG,. hindi sya awkward per say,. naasar din,.kasi ba namn twice nominated tapos tapos tapos tapos walong panalo,. masli banaman best cast,. HAY!!! maski golden globes hindi man siya pinangaralan,. hay naku! what is happening to this world? oh well he is still young,.

meryll streep and jack Nicholson had a lot of nominations and did not win right ? and i think little miss Sunshine is a pretty good movie,. well,. judging from the trailer,. i haven't got the chance to see it or browse through quiapo,. just yet,.

no prejudices or anything. pero i think talaga,. na this year's SAG's winners are either black or brit? look at the list people..eddie Murphy commented on the smooth delivery of thank you speeches made by the english,. and the doctor from house said that he was english that's why he was smooth.// even julie andrew is english,.hmm,. is the world welcoming in foreign thespians? would that mean that my children's children be treated equally and not any more as asians or worse,. monkeys,. mail order brides or domestic helpers or maid? i think it would depend on the asian activists,. there are roles for the europeans and black but not for eyes like that of a coin bank,. kunti lang,.just to say na hindi sila racist maglalagay sila ng african-american at yun na,.. hello meron pa pong ibang races at ethnicity dito

2006-11-08T23:55:00.000+08:00

i just saw steven strait in his movie the covenant when will his next movie be shown?

2006-11-06T22:01:00.000+08:00

thoughts in my head screams: there is no justice in this world!

it would be unfair if i say that not everybody worked for their thesis. of course everybody worked for their thesis. just that some worked harder and gave it their best to have a high grade because after all this (the thesis) will say all about what you learned in your college years. some made time to make sure that they will and can pass their thesis on time.

i don't know if i should be one of those few. after all i wasn't able to pass my thesis. so i was with the few whose grade was a fat INC on the online report.

but i did make time to make sure that i have something to write about. i researched on those amazon women. got books from the humanities and social science that covered the greek culture and literature. i even got to know the library staff especially those at the xero counters because of the many times i went to them. (i got pissed with the xerox boy at the ecclesiastics section, as he told me if i wasn't a girl the librarian wouldn't let me xerox the book i wanted for it was closing time.)

i wasn't one of those who dillydallied thinking there was time. I even went to the national library for references.

unfortunately, come submission day. the number of paged that i have with me did not meet the 60 pages, minimum requirement of our strict, hair pulling thesis professor. quite a few of my classmates did still pass with only 20+ pages of written work with them. i wasn't brave enough but with my friend pulling my arm to do so. i tried. but no it was too late.

what i saw on my online grade for thesis was INC. i thought it was alright because i had friends who also received the same grade. so we were grieving together.

those with pages below 60 did pass the subject you know.

but this isn't about them.

this is about the stinking justice system here in manila and how it seems to be exemplified even in an ordinary university.

one of my classmates, who i thought would have the grade same as me, did pass the subject. so, i thought wrong.

according to her she passed her thesis late, heheheh

which according to my proffesor he did not allow

how can she?
when she didn't even have anything started on the day of the submission itself?
she doesn't even go to the library? does she know even know where the CR is in the library? i heard her saying she was just going to ler her cousins borrow her books for her ....

basta naasaar ako kay dihfsdhfsdg
kasi akal kodgsdgdfgjjgjgjggerg]
rg

shouldn't i and all those who got INC got the chance to reddem ourselves by passing our thesis not next year and by having that INC erased because after all, she did get to have a passing grade (with or withouth thesis passed). comeon!!!

Slow and Steady

2006-11-05T19:59:00.001+08:00

Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.
They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.
It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.
They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.

2006-11-03T23:13:00.000+08:00

lonely was what ifelt as i headed towrds sm north edsa riding the usual jeepney with me in front. i was supposed to meet somebody. but no nothing came out of it. i did not see her. she had a previous engangement that she had to attend to. i tried texting friends, even calling one, searching for companionship as my transportation was heading near the mall, as i arrived there, and as i breezed through the crowded airconditoned halls.

what was i to do? was i just wandering and wondering why most of the people come in gleeful pairs? why are they all so sweet? and sometimes think that when a couple of same sex approaches me, they're gay beacuase i have no one by my side.

it rained today also. i wanted to make something out of a bastardly expedition. i wanted to meet up with a friend, but how cani whenthe forces of nature are telling me to stop? and be lonely gather what you have. think. and stroll down this stupid mall once more.

is anybody truly lonely?

is the sun a loner?

so i walked through sm north edsa. i found steven strait. once again he was making his presence felt. he had an upcoming movie and wanted me to be a truly great fan and watch it in the cinemas , make sure to bring somebody. so i checked the theter and saw that i would not have to wait that long.

as i got through the annex. i saw a huddle of people making uzi by a store. i wondered why. then the store was private joyce. i guessed joyce jimenez was ther. and i joined the crowd wanting to see a glimpse of the sexy star. she was just sitting by the cashier, not even wearing a smile on her face. well, i guess if i was her, i too would be offened. people are looking at you, saying 'si joyce, si joyce andayn', but they dont even bother to care to come see what you were selling. people were just in the store's entry prying, trying yo see her. why dont they enter and buy.

i was going home. i took the munoz route. i wanted to make hukay sa mga ukay ukay. what was it my cousins were raving about? where did they find cheap clothes, for only 20 to 50 pesos? so i surveyed the clothes the ukay ukay stores at munoz had to offer. i wanted to buy a khaki jacket. i only had 70 pesos.

unfortunately for me, the 70 pesos was not enough for what i wanted to buy. sure there were cheap items but items that i wanted could be brought at 168. and it being 168 meant it was new and not used, without any marks at all.

where did my cousins dig up their clothes?

william styron dies:
http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/headline/features/4306864.html

2006-10-10T22:04:00.002+08:00

hindi na ako magaaral,. kaya yung mga nakastealth dyan paramdam na,. huhu,. i hate u catherine the 5th making catherine the 23rd to my tortilos!!!huhuhuhuhuhu,. cruel world... bakit ba ako nakikinig sa kacosa ko,. wla na dati eh wla na ngyon tuloy nagpapakagaga,. kunyari daw ok lang pero meron meron meron,.
mukhang namn chongo ang pangit pangit na iba na ang itsura hindi na yung long haired freak

chongo na unggoy pa,.

shit!! wlang biro she's too pretty for her,. pero ok lang he's too smart, passionate, poetic, witty, smiley,. ahhhhhhhhhhhh for her fgkdghk bksrhgkhksrtkb

kaya bagay sila,. they're like picasso and his wife,. what's her name? vain yung babae i remember...

bagay sila,.. and i must..
i must let go,.

like that craving for oishi,. like that craving for any food
craving is bad because once you tasted it
it can never satisfy you
satisfy me.
can never satisfy me
the taste lingers on
and the taste is not what my taste buds wants

oishi,..
i saw once his ex eating this,.

hay

2006-10-09T21:47:00.000+08:00

p3rR0

hay,.buti pa yung aso kilala tita bebet kilala ako,.
dahil siguro pinagbubuksan ko ng gate, pag gabi na galing ako sa gabing class 9pm nanman ang dismissal,. shesh!!!
hindi ako tintahulan,. inaantay pa nga akong buksan yung gate eh,.
duplex kasi yung bahay,. diba?

pero yung aso namin,. si chap at si cookie,. kahit na araw araw ko na nakikita hindi ako makilala..
tintaholan ako
dati naman si chap di makaimik ,.
di makbasag pingan ang dating. kalalaking aso,.
dumating lang si cookie,. femme fatale talga.. ayun.
galit na galit sakin,.
napapatakbo pa nga ako daig pa yung mga asong kalye kung takutin ako sa tahol,. grabe..

hay pero,.
wla pa ding tatalo sa aso ng lola ko dun sa may malapit sa espanya,.
kahit na lingolingo ko puntahan
walng nangyayayri,.
tahol ng tahol
parang doorbell ko tuloy pag pupunta ako sa lola ko,.
hay,. pero
imbis na ako yung natatakot siya nagtatago sa ilalim ng kama o ilalim ng mesa na tumatahol..

hay aso!!!

2006-09-27T18:08:00.000+08:00

hindi ko alam kung ano ang sasabihn ko,.

kasi minsan hindi bagay tpos minsan naman alam mo yun
sobrang bababaw maski ako,. nacocornihan na

hay

2006-09-20T19:52:00.000+08:00

gaano ba kahirap ang mundong ito?
alam mo ba kung gaano???
meron ngabang nakakaalam maski isa sa tin kung gaano?
hmm.,

kagabi habang nakasakay ako sa harapan ng jeep at naghhantay ng pasahero ang driver,. may napansin akong bata na nakaupo sa kanyang tuhod,.
tapos nakita ko na wla pla syang salawal,.
yung pwet nya shoot sa may butas ng kanal,.
yun, nakaupo sya at nagaantay,.
wla mang hirap na kung ano sa kanyang mata,.
nagaantay lang at nakaupo
wla mang pakialam kung may tumitingan ba sa kanya o wla,.
wla mang pakilam na nakaupo siya sa gitna ng lahat at naka hubo,.
basta
parang nakaupo lang tlaga,.

kung di man siguro inasar asar nung mamang nagtitinda ng sigarilyo't candy sa may tabi ng poste ay di ito magsasalita na kung ano mag papansin,.

ayun,.
lumabas din ang dumi,

naisip ko minsan kung gaano ako kahirap umiri para lumabas yung akin,. as in,.auh!!! ganoon kadali yung sa kanya,. pero naman yung pagkakaiba,. ako may banyo pa ako,. sya sa kanal na lamang,. sa kanal pa sa may gitna na pagkikita ng dalawang kalye,.tsk,.

is this dirt: http://www.earthtimes.org/articles/show/8858.html

2006-09-19T18:00:00.003+08:00

i miss sims,..
i miss playing sims,.. ( boom,. you should have heard that like an angry foot stomping,. but unfortunately it was a book, you see i'm in the library,. as always)
i miss playing with my tortilos family. sure i've got lots of simulated characters but tortilos is the one that i like to play with.

tortilos is my obsession you see.

one time, as trish and i were going to the ab building this certain guy, who i have a crush, was walking out. it was trish's idea to follow him. so we did. he went to the coop pav, yup meron pa noon,. kaya first year pa lang noon. he bought a tortillos. a CHILI TORTILLOS. that's where the nickname came from.

"obvious naman kasi pag stripes," trish commented.

i've got a johnny depp who's a bachelor, in my sims community, a samantha evagelista (belat nyo), friends cast friends with the greatest fan of friends (moi of course!), living star friends with their own lives: jen aniston, matthew perry, etc, i even have a brad pitt, anjelina jolie and their adopted family, but of course since its my world,. they ha e each other and brad is pinning for jen,. i have lots of other characters but really the ones that i'm usually playing with is tortilos.

his name is chili tortilos, with long hair a striped shirt ( black and yellow, duh)
and his got a wife,. me, of course ,. whose name is cheese tortilos,. kamukha ko din namn ,. chinita,. jeans ang suot ano pa??
and the fruit of their love is their offspring, barbeque tortilos, a boy,. yup,. he's grown na,.

we've gone to several vacations already and i know he wants to be a teacher that's why i've given him the opportunity to have a wonderful career in education,.

hay,. i miss sims,. miss playing tortilos,.

its like an alternative world of your own to pull you back from reality,. because reality can't allow you to make things hapen well sims can make your dreams come true,. through hard work,. still, of course,.

2006-09-18T14:43:00.000+08:00

quite relunctant in posting what's used to be above,. because what's said is i'm hung over him,
and if you're my friend you wouldn't dare mention him again,. puhleez
oki doks
kasi kayo din namn ang nagbigay ng idea,.
diba?pasok pasok pasok sa qualifications fu(k u men!!!
nagyon ewan ko ba NAgago na!!!

"falling off the edge. hold me. "
kung tinatamad akong mag-aral eto ang gamot,. posted by cecil,. ang DL kong kaybigan sa http://lunarswings.blogspot.com/
hindi ko na alam kung bakit ako nagkakaganito. sobrang sabog ako at hindi ko alam kung bakit nawalan ako ng interes sa pagaaral. maraming mga tao ang tamad na tamad din at parang nahahawa na ako sa kanila. hindi na ako pumapasok--sagad sagad na ang mga absences ko na malapit nakong ma-FA sa mga subjects ko--at lagi pa akong late. hindi na rin ako nakikinig sa mga lectures unlike before na nabubuhay ako kahit hindi nag-aaral kasi focused ako sa discussions. ngayon, fleeting na ang utak ko at kung anu-ano ang iniisip ko kung hindi man ako blanko at natutulog ng nakadilat. ano ang problema ko? hindi sa wala na akong makitang dahilan para mag-aral tulad ng iba. in fact, napakarami kong dahilan para mag-aral. isa na don e gusto kong yumaman. eh pano naman ako yayaman kung Lit na nga ang course ko, bobo pa ako? hindi nga... bobo na talaga ako... totoo... no joke. hindi na talaga ako nag-aaral. at wala na akong naiintindihan sa mga ini-input sa utak ko. iniisip ko, kulang lang ako sa tulog. natutulog naman ako pero wala pa rin... isa pa, wala na akong dignidad. wala na nga yatang respeto sakin ang mga kaklase ko dahil nakikita nila akong lumalagapak. kaya kung utusan ako ni Jasmin, ganun nalang. feeling ko ang liit-liit ko na.at set alam mo ba, 7/15 ako sa narrative ko sa creative writing. tangena talaga yan ano... hindi naman ganun kasama ang loob ko kasi alam ko naman na crammed yon. ang nakakasama lang talaga eh yung wala nakong dignidad sa mga kaklase ko na nakabasa at nag-workshop ng epal kong ginawa. Nakaka-insulto talaga ang palakpakan na alam kong nandun lang para konsolasyon sa lahat. isa pa, alam ko namang hindi ako ganon magsulat. syet, maganda pa yung revised chapters ko ng 'Haruka's Choice' kesa dun eh. grabe ang crappy ko talaga.tapos eto, inuumaga na naman ako sa harap ng computer pero wala parin akong thesis. hindi ko alam kung bakit wala akong mahugot na konting interes man lang o kahit pag-aalala man lang na wala akong thesis. syet. nag-aalala na ako na hindi ako nag-aalala. lam mo yun? bad trip talaga. pero ang bilis ko mag-type ng blog na ito.siguro marami lang tumatakbo sa isip ko na either active o passive na nakapila para mailabas. kumbaga, pending sila at nasa dulo ng linya ang thesis ko. wahahaha!!excuses.daming issues ng bruha. di ko na alam. bitter bitter bitter!! [ang mag-comment ng 'bitter ampalaya' sasapakin ko]
utot ni summer fireflies at 2:54 AM 0 comments

2006-09-13T17:47:00.001+08:00

hearing verve's bittersweet symphony replay all over again in my blank space head,.

sino nga ba ang loner???

didn't God the almighty create as an individual being???
then i guess we are all loners, then, hu? just asking.,,.
so when i'm looking for companionship like waiting for a text message from a supposed friend, wanting to know where he (or she or they, take your pick) is (are). i don't get nothing, my happy, mood suddenly makes a u turn to lonelinees, instant loner. it's just that kristine is the only one listening to ana. and when i'm walking my left foot is the only one who seems to care where my right foot is going. nobody there but me. my right hand to say hi to my left who is waving.

i guess the only thing that makes me lucid again is that when somebody smiles at me, or shows that they care like a simple text, or simple hi, those things that make you feel hey you're still living, not invisible and still is a part of this society.

thought occourred to me: my grandmother told my mother that you should marry a guy who loved you more. what if i found no such GUY.

Just the holy Trinity.. Of course it's already a fact that He loves me more. He sacrificed His life for us. should i be inclined to enter the nunnery and marry him???

2006-09-11T17:42:00.000+08:00

mandidiri ang gagamit ng kumpyuter na ito,. bwahahaha,.,.

papano ba naman,.

Pwede ba lumayo ka sa kin???

papano ba naman kinakati ko ang aking ngipin,.

ngingingishngish,.

bwahahahaha
hehehehe

tamad pa kong gumawa ng dapat kong gawin na thesis eh

o sige na magsisipag sipagan na ang buding

kagaguhan:::http://www.rte.ie/arts/2006/0911/pittb.html

2006-09-05T19:03:00.000+08:00

wow ang tagal na din di ako nakakapag kwento,.

just had fun this weekend--- friday to sunday, i was a bit emotional, but heck yeah,.

i enjoyed myself and suddenly found a place for me,.

i could stand alone,,.i have been standing alone,. (well of course with friends still by my side, but still i dont need no constant companion,. straight from your mouth that im the third wheel,. sa tricycle naman siguro ng buhay natin no??? at kaylangan talaga ako.,),./

yah,. beating the drums or should i say gong,. i just played and played. this for me was a dream come true,.

i was playing,. jamming,.,

i had to play my heart out never mind if my hands were getting sore,. this was just fot one night,. one night,.

one night that might never happen again.

i've always wanted to play drums,. unfortunately my mom seems to be turning me down,., and when people around me said that i have an ear for music and thought that i had the potential,.even gave me a demon chaser .

i told my mom about it ,. and she didn't even encourage me., oh well at least i got her to agree to enroll me to some drum lessons when will that be?

2006-06-06T20:19:00.000+08:00

i enrolled today,.
i have nine subjects,. 26 units,. but who's counting right?

should i or should i not???

2006-05-24T15:53:00.000+08:00

everything is changing,. it is true that the world does turn and it doesn't revolve around you. life is not 'truman's show'. even though sometimes i feel it is and wish it was. reality does check up on me and tells me that life goes on with or without me. that people do get up on their beds everyday (doesn't matter which side, right side or not). and they get up because there is work to be done and money to be earned and needs to be filled. and with that the world turns and everything changes.

as i take a step, a breath, as my heart beats, so does everybody.
maybe its not just eveything that changes,. evybody bodyu,. or EVERYTHING!

all this i realized when i was out with my mom and saw that 168 at divisoria became larger and there are renovations at quiapo.

which made me sigh 'everything is changing'
and my jailkeeper said yes in approval.

2006-05-18T20:19:00.000+08:00

i think i maybe missing school,. maybe its because of the lack of things to do,. bawal mag computer,. wlang tv,.

and i also maybe yearning for the social interaction that i can not seem to get here at home,.

bsta,. basta basta alot of maybe s in my head,.

all that im sure of is that i want a great, productive summer

2006-05-17T20:06:00.000+08:00

there are just some people who live for the thrill, who cannot just sit alone watching tv or playing with the computer,. and when they find something for them to do they forget you,,. that you're in that group,. (or are you?) do they even know you exist?

miss you,. its bullshit,. that's a piece of crap,. words words words,. sometimes you have to make the damn person feel it,. why,. you only say it when that supposedly missed human being suddenly says hi../ that's because he found a way to make you feel what he's feeling,.

im just mad at the world right now,. i really dont know why,.
but i do know na ang babaw ng rason,. sobra!!

pero galit ako,.masama ang loob,.

2006-05-14T21:11:00.001+08:00

i just like to smile today,. funny, because its the end of the day,.
kanina parang wla lang tapos ngayon.,
put a smile on your face,. make the world a better place ang drama ko,.

bwahehe.,:)

last night,. i dont know if i was dreaming,. maybe i was half asleep,.
a sort of poem came to my head,.

its just about me, really,. and this horrible state that i am in,. state of averageness,. me being part of this mediocre world,. why cant i rise up?,.

i cant remember the lines,. all i can recall is :
" swept into mediocrity"

and somehow ends like:
"i'm not Celia, ben, i'm not Celia"

bwahaha,.i even had a dream about my lineage being great,. oo kaiba yung panaginip ko,.
parang mga war heroes and the men from my family were supposedly men in history as well

hay naku,. parang im putting pressure on myself,. aftr all it was just a dream,. which means it only exist on my pretty little head,.:)

anyway,.alam ko na im never gonna be anyone's muse,. right-y-o?
but why would fate destine me to think that way and the next day,. out of nowhere,. for the first time while i'm online,. he's online,. sa YM,.bwahehe,.
bull$#!+ no? kaasar?

syempre,. di ako nakipagusap,. there was no conversation,. not even a ring/buzz,.
just me changing my status message,.
him online,. plastered an ear to ear smile on my face,. made me warm inside,.

if you're my friend i know what you're probably gonna say
crush ko pa din sya,. its obvious that im still thinking about him,.

shesh!
hindi na no,. hindi na po!!!!!!!!!!
pero instant lang talaga at happy na ko,. parang makita ko lang sya,. hindi nga lang makita,. malaman ko lang nabuhay pa sya,.saya na ko./hahahahaha
ewan ko bat ganoon,.

i thought the 'unfabulous' girl, addie singer, can relate with me,. with jake bahari,. pero no,.
she doesn't,. she's off making out with randy kline,.

just that,.
jake,. jake., he makes my stomach quake,.
jake jake,. he makes my ankle shake,.
jake jake,. someday i'd like to make out with
J-A-K-E bahari!

2006-05-13T18:49:00.000+08:00

Q: pag meron ka bang lenguwahe na hindi alam madalad ba sasabihin mo na chinese na kaagad ito?

di naman ako addict sa online poker,. pero, i like it, that's why i play whenever i get the chance and i have nothing better to do. dahil nga online,. madalas,.nakakachat ko yung ibang mga players syempre para din ma prove sa sarili ko na may kalaro talga ako,at hindi lang computer. sabi nga nung isa,. that we're just text to one another. kaya madalas talaga i try to start a conversation,. tulad ng 'where are you from?' or 'do you play often?' diba magagwa ba yun ng computer ang makipagconverse or say something like,. nice (pag nanalo ka) or nice hand,.

dahil nga madalas ako maglaro hindi lang isa ang user name ko,.

eh isang beses kasi naglalaro ako as pinayak0,. (sinasabi nitong kapatid ko na baka ako lang daw ang pinoy na naglalaro)

at isang nag hi yung isang player,.tapos it turns out na pinoy pla sya,. living in canada since the 90's pa,. ang tagal na ,. 1994? ata yun eh basta yun,. obviously,. we got talking at tagalog po kami naguusap,.
at yung mga tao sa amin ay nagtataka what language are we speaking?
one player thought that we might be speaking chinese?

(i dont even know a single word of chinese)
why is it that that person suddenly concluded that this unknown language might be chinese,.
dahil ba madaming chinese?

kaya yun,. hehe

2006-05-11T10:41:00.000+08:00

ang hirap ng may sakit,.lalo na sa init ng summer,.,.kaya mo yun??
ang init at ang lamig,. yung init ng balat mo yung ang lamig ng katawan mo,.
tsaka sobra kaya ang pawis,. tapos bawal pang maligo,.

my shesh!!!

buti ok nako

**********

dahil nga sobrang init diba??

andun ako sa may cum terrace ng aming bahay, kung san malakas ang hangin,. nagpapalamig,.nakikinig ng radyo at nagbabasa ng libro,.

nung pagbaba ko ng libro,. nakahiga ako sa sahig,. at

wla lang nagustuhan ko lang yung mga ulap,. parang bata uli,.(at parang kailan lang ay sinasabi ko palang sa sarili ko na nagiging realistic na ako,. prang hindi nako bata hehe),.ayun,. ang ganda ng mga ulap,. ang tagal na din ng huli ko silang tignan, at bumilis na ata sila,. hay pero majestic padin,. magical

nung narealize ko yun,.narinig ko yung radyo at tama yung kanta,.

never leave you

patapos na,.patapos na talaga,. sinabi nung dj yung pangaln nung singer,. ewan ko,. kc? basta dalawa yung pangalan,.

tapos yung title,. hehe,.get this 'CLOUDS',.

hinahanap ko nga yung lyrics hindi ko mahanaphanap,.

2006-04-28T20:47:00.000+08:00

"Wen I born,
I black.
Wen I grow up,
I black.
Wen I go in the sun,
I black.
Wen I scared,
I black.
Wen I sick,
I black.
And wen I die,
I black.
And u white fella,
Wen u born,
U pink.
Wen u grow up,
u white.
Wen u go in the sun,
U red.
Wen u cold,
U blue.
Wen u scared,
U yellow.
Wen u sick,
U green.
Wen u die,
U grey.

And u call me colored?"

Just wanted to share this touching poem reportedly written by an African child,.

2006-04-25T13:46:00.000+08:00

just another lazy summer, usually spent infront of a monitor (tv or computer),. and i'm regretting the fact that i'm not doing anything productive.

there has to be a cure, with these online addictions.

i cant even finish a short story. grr!!! i have to finish a book,. at least one book just for this month,., its pathetic!!!

well i just won the last hand,. bwahaha!!!:)
game of poker,.,.
trio!!

.. im reading lady chatterley's lover and another book by Maya Angelou

2006-04-24T11:58:00.000+08:00

hindi ko malinis ang kwarto ko.
ayaw, talagang malinis,. parating may dumi.
araw-araw akong nagwawalis, nagpupunas,. pero ayun pa din,. wla pa din pinag kaiba sa sunod na araw,. ang dami uling dumi.,
bakit???

i thought dust was supposed to be just dead skin cells. ganoon ba talaga ako magbalat araw-araw? ganoon kadami? yuck! and what's the fluffy little thing?

hindi ako makapagpaa sa kwarto ko kasi ang dumi pa,. yun ang test ko kung malinis na ba?

dati naman hindi ako ganito, yung parang nagookok na,.
nanay ko lahat ang may kasalanan nito.

kasi banaman nagbakasyon lang ako ng ilang araw sa lola ko, sa tarlac tapos pag balik ko, nagiba yung kwarto ko.

pinakaylaman! inayos! nung umails ako, oo inaamin ko magulo yun, pero aayusin ko naman eh,.
pero pagbalik ko,. hindi ko na kwarto yun!!! hindi na yun ang kwarto ko!!! nag iba na ang pwesto ng mga gamit!!!

kaya tuloy ngayon araw-araw nililinis ko na ang kwarto ko para wla na kayong masabi na magulo pa ito.

2006-04-23T13:39:00.000+08:00

hindi ko talaga alam kung anong bang nangyari sa aking alicekamatis

PERO gusto ko na din magbago yung blog
kasi sabi nung dj sa radyo(rick sa rickexpress,. ng jamm 88.3), nagbabasa daw sya ng mga blog at kadalasan puros lyrics lang daw ang kanyang nakikita. tama!parang ako yun ha,. at ano naman ang gagawin g tao na magbasa ng kanta eh ang damidami nga din namang lyrics sa intenet diba, po? kaya iyon,. reformat.

medyo parang narcistic ba?