Sublimation

I'm back with a vengeance!!!

2006-05-25T00:48:00.000+08:00

Hey friends! Matagal na akong di nakapag-a-update ng blog ko. The reason was because I have been busy these past few months. But then i never really stopped writing. Sometimes kung may creative ideas ako, i write it down on paper muna since i don't have the time to use the computer. Kaya ung ibang mga writings ko na mababasa nyo dito ngayon sa blog ko, though, you've seen it now lang, was actually written before pa, and so i decided to use the date i originally wrote the article,thus baka magulat kayo na chineck nyo ito nuon at wala namang entry, then how come may article dated ng February. That's because I'll be using nga the date I originally wrote the article.

I'll try my best to update my blog na ulit. Welcome ulit kayo. Enjoy reading!

Kainis si Lord!

2006-05-25T00:17:00.000+08:00

Nakakainis si Lord! Kapag may kelangan ka di dumadating, pag di mo na kelangan tsaka dadating. Kainis si Lord, he just proves that life is really ironic. Kaya ayan tuloy, love ko sya!

Why I am Not a Christian?

2006-01-11T00:58:00.000+08:00

(The following was written as a required writing in my class in relation to the reading “A Case for Christianity” by C.S. Lewis.)

When I said I am not a Christian, I didn’t mean that I am a Muslim, a Buddhist or worse, an atheist. What I meant was that I am not a born-again Christian or do not belong to the Protestant sect. For you see, I am a Catholic. My parents are of Catholic beliefs, and so are most of my relatives and friends. And I don’t see anything wrong with that. As a Catholic, I am not a pagan, like one lady teacher of mine commented, which really hurt my feelings the first time I heard it. Though I must admit that, yes, my belief, and the people leading it have their own wrong doings and practices that they impose on us, like those images and statues that decorate the churches and cathedrals and where patrons line up to kiss the foot or wipe their hankies on them. BUT I am glad to say I am not one of those people.

When I first stepped here in CECCD, I didn’t know that this was a Christian school. I only learned of it when I came in my first class and everybody was to introduce themselves in front of the class. The teacher asked us to introduce ourselves: our job, age, where we came from, and the church we’re attending. Just imagine how embarrassed I was when I said that I go to this church, Immaculate Conception Parish—when all of my classmates including the teacher are Christians! At the end of the first day of class, the teacher asked me to lead the prayer, and commented something like, “Lead the prayer, just don’t address it to Mama Mary.” I wanted to shrink right there and then in front of the whole class. I felt different, I felt I do not belong... But that has long passed. Even though most of my classmates are Christians, I am confident now that I have made a lot of friends, and these guys accepted me for what I am. Before I continue, let me just point out that, you see, as a Catholic, I don’t find anything wrong for honoring the mother who gave birth to our Savior. And I don’t understand why the Christians are making so much fuss of it. I will stop there. I don’t want to open a discussion for debate here.

Okay, after using my 100 words (I assume) already, just how does this relate to our readings? Well, for one, my writing and the required reading both have the word Christian on its title! Seriously, the reading said something about Moral Laws and how something right can actually be wrong to another, and vice versa. And it is so just like religion. One religion or sect will say they are the right religion, but others will disagree. I can say that being Catholic would save me from damnation, but a Dating Daan would deem not, and that to belong to their religion would. This world has introduced a lot of religion and beliefs already that we do not know now who is right or wrong. I can’t find anything wrong with being a Catholic, but there are some things in your religion, too, that’s pushing me back. All religion or belief say they are right, and all of them teach goodness and righteousness, but do you know that even atheists are taught or encouraged to do good things to mankind, too? As for me, if you find me less faithful, less dedicated, less knowledgeable of the Scriptures, don’t blame my being Catholic. It is me who is doing badly-- by not reading my Bible, by not heeding His call, by not attending Church.

My title went like “why I am not a Christian?”, but if you noticed I didn’t go on saying “…and will never be.” Because the truth is I am “appealable.” I know that maybe someday through someone’s constant prodding, I may become one. I know it’s there--the call, I can feel it. But in the meantime,… I’ll be a Catholic.

Confessions of a Totally Obssessed and Desperate Me

2005-07-31T11:46:00.000+08:00

I have some confessions to make:

- I actually secretly prayed that someone would come and confess true love to the bride of my love. One reason for the bride to back out of the wedding, and the result would
be there’ll be no wedding at all!

- Yes, I secretly prayed that their wedding will not push through. And I don’t care for the reason or what would cause it, just as long as it will not push through. Thus, my chance (again?)

- I also secretly prayed that we could meet and see each other again before he leaves for UK.

And because you are all reading this now, I guess these are not secret anymore, are they? Aaargh…Damn it! I’m so wasted I want to die!

All of these prayers were not granted. You know those chain letters and stuffs in e-mails that promise to grant your wishes and give you good luck? I forwarded it all. Pinatulan ko lahat just because I needed all the lucks and wishes I can have. I really prayed hard to God for the above pleas to take shape. Kaya lang ang sasama yata ng prayers ko kaya walang na-grant. Or maybe it is because I prayed to the wrong “Being”! (Lolz) Come to think of it, yeah, I think it lessened my belief in God. I know I shouldn’t. But I can’t help questioning Him why some people are happy and me not. Huh! What am I talking about? Didn’t He grant some of my wishes, too? Like my job now, my family’s safety, my blessings! If my teachers and Christian friends read this, they will surely give me a good spanking, hahaha!

And so now, these are my confessions. I am now to recite 10 Our Fathers, 10 Hail Marys and 10 Glory Be’s to save my soul…

SOLA o State of My Life Address

2005-07-25T00:18:00.000+08:00

Sa katagalan kong nawala sa sirkulasyon ng conference at di pagkikita sa mga friendship ko, malamang lahat sila e nagtatanong na ngayon kung kamusta na ako at ano na kalagayan ng buhay ko. Kung mataba na ba ako o may boyfriend na ba ako?

Dahil bukas ay maglalabas si PGMA ng kanyang SONA o State of the Nation Address, at ilang pulitiko at grupo na rin ang naglabas ng kani-kanilang version ng SONA, I decided to jump the bandwagon and make my own. And so here is the summarized happenings in my life (o kung life nga bang matatawag ito!).

Dahil may trabaho na ako, ito na naman at nangangalu-mata na naman ako. In fact, binibiro ko nga ang mga kaibigan ko na nangitim ako dahil kumalat na ang dark circles around my eyes sa buong mukha ko. Sa totoo lang, di ko akalain ang hirap pala magtrabaho at mag-aral at the same time. Mga 5 – 6 hours na lang ang tulog ko sa mga araw na may pasok ako.
Dahil sa 15 hours a day na inilalagi ko sa work at sa school 3 beses sa isang linggo, nawalan na rin ako ng social life. Di na ko nakakapag-mall ng ganun kadalas at di ko na rin alam ang nangyayari sa outside world. Di na ako gaano nakakapag-computer at di na rin nakaka-chat ang mga barkada ko. Ni hindi ko na nga rin madalas ma-update itong blog ko. Di na rin ako updated sa blog ng mga kaibigan ko. In fact, pati panunuod ng tv ay passé na rin sa akin. During weekends ko na lang halos nagagawa ang mga ito.
Ang kagandahan lang ng pagkakaroon ko ng trabaho ay may kaperahan lagi. Nakakapanuod na ulit ako ng sine at nakakakain sa labas pag napag-tripan ko. Nakakabili na rin ako ng ilang gamit sa sarili. Gayunpaman, tulad ng sinabi ko, nagagawa ko lang ito during weekends.
Bagama’t talagang marami ang nakakapansin na nangangalu-mata ako, mas marami din ang nakapansin na mas tumaba ako. Paano ba naman hindi, e kung anong kulang ko sa tulog, e sya namang bawi ko sa pagkain. Pero minsan naiisip ko rin na hindi naman yata pagkain ang nagpataba sa akin, kundi natural na pangyayari lang ito sa buhay ko at ang tawag dito ay mid-life crisis. Hindi ba ang mga babaeng dumadating na sa edad na 30 ay mas nareretain ang water sa katawan at di na rin ganun kabilis ang metabolism? Thus, the pananaba ng katawan.
Sa mga oras na ginagawa ko ang post na eto, nakasal na at malamang ay nagse-second honeymoon na ang lalaking pinakagusto ko at ibig sabihin nun ay ang lalong kawalang pag-asa ko na magkatuluyan pa kami! Waaaahuhuhu! Pero okay lang kahit zero ang love life ko. May bago na akong crush. Kasabayan ko sya sa pila ng FX. Madalas kaming magkita sa pila pero wala lang. Pero nung isang beses kinausap nya ko na ikinagulat ko. Aba! Alam kaya nya na masyado syang cute para kausapin ako. Yun nga lang, ang pinag-usapan naman namin ay tungkol din naman sa pagsakay ng FX, but it was enough para kumislap ang mga mata kong ulit! Hehehehe! Ang di ko nga lang alam ay pano ko magle-level up pagkatapos ng maikling usapan na iyon. Wala naman sigurong mangyayari kung the most I can do is see him sa pila at kung makasabay nga sya sa FX e magkatinginan lang kami noh!?
Okay, despite of my pagod and my stressed life, something always de-stresses me and gives me a young heart, at yan ay walang iba kundi ang mga pupils ko na mga sobrang young din. Although these pupils of mine are the same people that will give me a heart attack, their innocence and their ka-cute-an really make me laugh and straighten the wrinkles in my face.

So in case, mga friendship magkita tayo sa daan, maaari nyo na akong di tanungin kung kamusta na ako dahil kahit papano e may idea na kayo kung anong happenings ng life ko. Pero one good thing about this, meron na tayong topic for discussion---ang pinagsusulat ko dito! And before I end this post, I just want to air one thing na I think I need to air…

Hoy! Mga lintek kayong mga pulitiko kayo at mga walang magawang political group! Kung ayaw nyo manahimik at tumiwasay ang buhay, pwes kami gusto namin! Hindi na ko sasali sa kung ano mang Edsa Revolution pang mangyayari dahil sawa na ko kaka-rebolusyon (ng tiyan ko!) Umuwi na lang kayo ng bahay nyo at mag-blog na rin lang kayo ha!

OF LEAVING AND GOODBYES...

2005-06-27T22:39:00.000+08:00

In these hard times, economic depression of our country, more and more Filipinos are leaving the country to work abroad. To earn dollars, pounds, yen, riyal, etc. so as to provide a better future for their family.

There’s nothing wrong with people leaving and going abroad, it’s just so difficult to know that these people leaving and going are the people we love most…our father, mother, sister, brother, best friends. They are not dead anyway, and we have this knowledge that they will be coming back eventually, maybe after several months, a year or two. We should be happy to know that they’ll be bringing “pasalubong” of imported “twalya,” and “sabon.” And if you’re lucky enough, a few bars of chocolates, too!

But on that day that they left and promise to come back, what if they didn’t? Look at Flor Contemplacion, when she came back, she came back inside a coffin. Or how about Robert Tarongoy who had been abducted in Iraq and we almost thought he is dead, until he came back after 8 months of being hostaged?

I should know how lonely goodbyes are. My father is an OFW. He’s been working in the land of oils for 14 years now. I missed him a lot and if he had been here, I could be following his footsteps already and would have been a great cook or chef by now, if only he had taught me to cook. Other than my father, I have several cousins and friends working abroad, too. A bestfriend, a brother and a special friend bade goodbye as well. Furthermore, I know a lot of friends who bother to queue the kilometric line of people trying to get passport in DFA. And because more and more of them are leaving, the lesser attendees there are in reunions, on social gatherings and other functions. The lesser number of images in group and family pictures, too!

I have my own story of goodbye and never coming back, too. He was that special friend of mine. No, the Lord didn’t take him, neither is he missing. He left for Europe in December of 2001, we said our goodbyes and promised to see each other again when he comes back after 2 years. And I have always looked forward to that time I’ll see him again. And he did come back. The first time was in March 2004, and he came back again last December, he stayed till January of this year. Yes, he came back but we never said hello again because we were not able to see each other again. This coming July, he will be coming home again here in Manila, but I doubt if I’ll see him this time or if I ever will! This July, he’ll be coming home… to marry the Filipina girl he met in Europe.

MY JERK CHAT MATE

2005-06-26T16:21:00.001+08:00

Yesterday, after 2 weeks of not having a chance to go online, I finally got the time to do so. When I opened my Yahoo Messenger, nobody from my regular chat mates was there. It’s actually understandable since it is a Saturday. And Saturday usually means no work for my barkada. And my regular chat mates, who are also my barkada uses their company’s computer. Aside from my barkada, there is this one person I look forward talking to. He is a chat mate from Ireland. His name is Peter. I met Peter in a chat room in Ireland. He got my interest because I’m actually in an Ireland chatroom and yet somebody spoke in Filipino. So I sent him an instant message asking if he was a Filipino for he spoke Tagalog. He said he was Irish and he learned Filipino language thru a Filipina ex-girlfriend. We chatted regularly after that.

After some time, I introduced Peter to another friend of mine named Teri. Teri also works with a computer in the office and she is more often than not online. So he and Peter chatted more regularly than Peter and I do. Peter, by the way, is always online, too. He opens his computer before going to bed and opens his computer first thing in the morning before going to work.. I, on the other hand, only open my computer when I am home and only on my free time. So basically, Peter, Teri and I are basically “cyber” friends for 8 months now.

Now, Peter works for a telecom company in Ireland, and is usually sent to other countries to deal with other companies. Just recently he went to China. And Teri and I prodded him to drop by in the Philippines since only a small body of water separates China and the Philippines. (So you think that South China Sea is just a small body of water???) Anyways, he never got here. His excuse was his mobile phone was not working in China, that’s why we were not able to coordinate properly his visit here.

Yesterday afternoon, Peter and I got to chat again. And we didn’t end our conversation on good terms. And that is because I found out that he is such a jerk! I found this out after he got home from China. We were able to chat after he got from China, after quite some time of talking about nice things, he suddenly said that he likes me, and that he doesn’t just like me but that he REALLY likes me! That was fine with me, but in my part, I didn’t say I like him back. Though I find him nice and smart, I just don’t believe in long distance relationship. The day after that night we chatted, Teri and I got to talk on the telephone. And Teri told me that she was disappointed that Peter never made it to Manila. She said she was looking forward to meeting Peter because Peter already confessed his love for her! What???!!! But wait a minute, didn’t he just tell me last night that he REALLY likes me?! I asked myself in thoughts. But not wanting to break Teri’s state of nirvana, I kept the thoughts to myself and told Teri that I am happy of how their relationship is progressing. Yesterday when I got to talk to Peter, I let him feel how I hated him and how I think he is such a jerk. But didn’t exactly tell him what I have found out. And by now, I know he is all confused (lolz). I didn’t tell him that I think he is either fooling Teri or he’s fooling me or he’s fooling both of us!

To end the story, I just found out one thing: That all men are gago! And being gago knows no nationality! Filipino men are gago and so are Irish men and maybe Americans and British, too! Basta all men are gago! And if there is one most gago man out there, he is a Filipino and his name is Jonathan! And all of you gago men out there, maghanda na kayo dahil malapit na ang paglilitis. At ang unang kukunin ni Taning ay ang mga taong gago! Bwahahahaha!

“Men are not God’s gift to women.” - Anonymous

Mad About Star Wars

2005-05-26T21:31:00.000+08:00

“In a galaxy far, far away…”

Who wouldn’t recognize that first line? All 6 Star Wars movie carried that epilogue!

With so much publicity going on with the latest prequel of the Star Wars movie, who would dare miss it! We’ve heard about the Star Wars fans in Jedi costumes in America lining up 48 hours before the first day of showing of the movie and even had a countdown up to the day of the opening. Even Pugad Baboy had been having Star Wars as topic for days now.

And so, yesterday, Sheril, her brother, Tikboy and I watched the movie Star Wars in Megamall. It had been a long time since the last time I went to a movie. But this is one movie that you (and I) should not miss, especially if you had seen the last 2 prequel. I cannot really say that I am a self-confess Star Wars fanatic. I would have to admit that I was not able to see the first 3 Star Wars movies that came out in ‘80s. It was just not my era. I was too young then, I guess, to really go to the movies. Or blame our poverty that we cannot afford to go to a movie! That’s why I am not so familiar with Luke Skywalker and the rest of the gang. Good thing it was released in digital format in VCDs and DVDs so I can catch up with the story.

For that reason, I would have to base my criticism from the last 3 prequels of the George Lucas film. First, I would like to applaud George Lucas for creating such a great movie that visualized a galactic war, with the characters using the most high tech weapons. But it is just not a film about war or about spaceships and aliens, he made sure that he put emotions to it. There was the drama of Anakin, of leaving behind his mother, of his love for Queen Padme Amidala. If you have seen the first 3 movies in the ‘80s (A New Hope, The Empire Strikes Back, and Return of the Jedi) and the prequels (Phantom Menace, Attack of the Clones and the newest Revenge of the Sith) of the new millennium, ang galing, di ba? When I saw the first prequel, un pa lang, I got addicted to it na. I fell in love with Obi Wan Kenobi, with Princess Amidala and the young Anakin Skywalker. And so I promised myself na I will follow the story. If you’ve seen the 80’s Star Wars, it’s like knowing the story of this latest movie, Revenge of the Sith. We all know that the young Anakin who was prophesied to bring balance to the force was lured to the dark force and eventually became Darth Vader. So if I know that, why still watch it? Because like all other Star Wars fans, I love a good geek movie. And most of all, would I miss Yoda fighting enemies bigger than him? No way!!!!
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GAWAING LALAKE

2005-04-20T19:06:00.000+08:00

Sa susunod na araw ay nag-e-expect kami ng maraming bisita dahil nga pa-40 days ng kamatayan ng tiyo ko, kaya naman kanina ay naharap ako sa isang challenge. Nagbabalak kasi ang Mama ko ayusin ang aming sala—i-move ito, ilagay ito dun, mas tama yatang ito ay nandito—ang problema nya kasi ay natatakpan ng appliance ang isang frame sa pader namin. Samantalang naniniwala naman ako na kahit hindi na ipagpalit-palit ang mga gamit at galawin ito ay maaaring solusyonan ito sa paglipat ng frame sa hindi natatakpan ng appliance. Pero dahil makulit ang Mama ko, to prove my point e sinunod ko sya at ginawa ang nais nya. Pagkatapos nun ay pumangit lang ang ayos ng mga gamit at natatakpan pa rin ng bahagya ang frame. Kaya sinabi ko na lang sa Mama ko na ang frame na lang ang ilipat, at kung may sobra sa budget namin sa susunod ay bibili na lang ulit ng isa pang frame para naman ma-balance ang mga display sa medyo malapad naming pader.

“O, sige gawin mo, habang nandyan pa ung drill,” sabi ng Mama ko. May nahiram kasi kaming drill sa kapitbahay at habang wala ako e nagbububutas si Mama at si Ara, ang kapatid ko ng pader sa taas namin. Pagbalik ko mula Quezon, nagulat na lang ako nang makita ang mga mukha ko sa mga picture frames sa pader sa taas namin. “Marunong ka bang gumamit ng drill?” tanong ulit ng Mama ko. Sus, gano ba kahirap gumamit ng drill, sa isip-isip ko. At habang nakaurong pa ang mga gamit, kunwari ay sinukat-sukat ko pa ang distansya ng mga frame sa isa’t isa na magmumukhang balanse naman ito. Pagtanggal ko ng isang frame, nakita ko pa ang ma-technical na pagsusukat ni Ara. Na hindi naman kataka-taka dahil engineering ang kinuha ng kapatid ko. At sa buong panahon na ginawa ang bahay namin, si Ara din ang nakabantay at nag-aasikaso sa mga laborers, bumibili ng gagamitin sa construction, at nakikipag-usap sa mga foreman. Nagugulat nga ako minsan dahil nagkaka-intindihan sila, samantalang pag ako ang kausap ng mga laborer o kung may tinatanong sila, napapakamot ako ng ulo at tatawagin si Ara o di kaya’y Mama ko. Nuong time na ginagawa ang bahay namin ay full-time manggagawa ako at nagpapaabuso sa mga kapitalista. Kaya kung tutuusin, wala man lang akong naging kontribusyon sa pagtayo ng mansion namin. Iba talaga si Ara, marunong sya ng mga gawaing lalake, “jack of all trades” ika nga, kahit ibang mga gawain sa bahay tulad ng pagpapalit ng gripo, pagpapako, pagtuturnilyo, pagpapalit ng starter ng ilaw, pag-aayos ng flush ng inidoro, pagsusukat-sukat ng distansya ay marunong talaga sya at ako ay mistulang taga-hawak ng martilyo, o ng pako o ng kung ano pang gagamitin nya. Ako, mas magaling sa gawaing pambabae—paglalaba, pamamalantsa, pagluluto, paglilinis, pag-aalaga ng bata at ang pinakapinagmamalaki ko— ang pagsusulsi o pananahi gamit ang kamay (di ako marunong sa makina). Naalala ko yung kapatid kong lalaki, kapag may punit, butas o tastas ang damit nya ay ako ang nilalapitan dahil malinis daw akong magtahi.

Wala si Ara, pumapasok sya pansamatala as encoder sa Araneta. Kaya solo ko ang dilemma. Ayun na nga, kinuha ko ang drill, nakita ko na wala yung dulo nung drill at tinanong ang Mama ko kung nasan ang talim. Kinuha nya ito at binigay sa akin. Isang puzzled look ang ibinigay ko sa kanya, sabay tanong ng “paano ito ilalagay?” Na sinagot naman ng Mama ko ng “di ko rin alam, si Ara nakakaalam nyan.” Nye! Sinabi ng Mama ko na nakikita daw nya si Ara na iniikot iyon gamit ang isang parang susi kasama ng drill, sinubukan namin at presto nahigpitan naman! Sinunod ko nang gawin ang pagbubutas, nagpatong-patong ako ng silya para abot ko ang bubutasan ko, sinaksak ko ang drill at…ayaw! Maluwang sa switch kasi, pinaayos ko muna sa Mama ko, sinaksak nya ng maigi at in-on ko, nagulat pa ako sa biglang ingay at pag-ikot ng drill. Nagtawanan kami ng Mama ko. At iyon na nga, pinuwesto ko ang dulo ng drill sa dapat pagbutasan, sinimulan ko ang pagbubutas, ilang segundo na at ngawit na ngawit na akong nakapuwesto pero di man lang lumalalim ang ginawa ko. Napakahirap pa lang gawin ito sa isip-isip ko. Sinuggest ng Mama ko na pataasin ang silya ko para mas may pwersa ako at sya namang ginawa ko. Inulit ko muli ang pagdi-drill, ganun pa din, di man lang lumalim. Naaasar na ko, pawisan na ako at magkaka-goiter na ako sa ginagawa ko dahil ang pressure ay nasa upper body ko, kelangan kasing steady ang hawak ko sa drill para derecho ang butas at di liko-liko. Napa-whew na ako at tatawa-tawa ang Mama ko at sinabing “sabi ko sa iyo, mahihirapan ka e!” Dineadma ko lang sya. Nakita ko na may tuner(?) sa drill, nakalagay ito sa 6, linagay ko naman sa 7, di ko alam kung ano magagawa ng ginawa kong un, pero bahala na si Batman! At… whhrrrrr, tunog ng drill. Yes! Sa wakas, lumalim din! Nagtagumpay ako! Bwahahaha! Sinubukan ko naman ngayon ipasok ang turnilyo na pagsasabitan ng frame. Di kasya, hmmphh…dapat siguro mas malaking bala ung ginamit ko. Pinalitan ko ng talim ung drill, ung mas malaki, at inulit muli ang proseso. Kinuha ko muli ang turnilyo ayaw talaga pumasok. Actually, kung ung turnilyo lang, swak na swak sya sa butas na gawa ko, maluwang pa nga. Pero ung plastic na housing ng turnilyo ang ayaw pumasok. Hindi sya kasya, linakihan ko pa nga ang butas lalo, pero ganun pa din. Sinuggest ni Mama na martilyuhin ko daw, nung ginawa ko, nabasag ung housing. Paulit-ulit tinatanong ko si Mama kung paano ginagawa ni Ara. Di rin daw nya alam. Ilang ulit ko rin pinagtangkaang ipasok uli ang housing at ang turnilyo, to no avail. Gutom na ako at ala-una na pero di pa rin ako nagtatagumpay. Kaya nasabi ko na lang,… “Ma, hintayin na lang natin si Ara.”

TRIVIA

2005-04-08T00:21:00.000+08:00

Do you know that there will be a solar eclipse on the day of Pope John Paul’s burial? The eclipse will begin at 1854 GMT southeast of New Zealand, then races eastwards on a line north of the Galapagos Islands, Costa Rica, Panama, Colombia and finally, Venezuela where there will be a 33-second annular (partial) eclipse at sunset. People living in New Zealand and to the north and south of this central line, including most of the southern United States, will see a partial eclipse—the Sun will appear to have had a “bite” taken out of it.

So does this mean anything or what?

IN MEMORY OF…

2005-04-07T23:41:00.000+08:00

Sa pagpanaw ni Pope John Paul, ang buong simbahang Katoliko ay nagluluksa. Sa katunayan, kahit di nga Katoliko ay nalungkot din sa balitang pagyao ng Papa. At dahil ako’y Katoliko, isa ako sa mga sobrang nalungkot sa balitang pagyao nya. Kung tutuusin, di na nakagugulat ang balitang pagpanaw ni Pope. Nuong nakaraang buwan pa lamang ay nagbabadya na ang Santo Papa. Ilang araw na syang nakaratay sa banig ng karamdaman at umaasa na lamang sa suporta ng mga makina at apparatus. Sa unang balita pa lamang na bumabagsak na ang kanyang kalusugan, nasabi na namin na di na magtatagal at kukunin na ni Lord si Pope.

Nabanggit ko na na sobra ang aking kalungkutan sa pagyao ng Papa. Pero kung iisipin, di naman ang mismong balita ng pagkamatay ni Pope ang nagpapalungkot sa akin. Hindi naman kami naging close, hindi rin kami nagkaroon ng pagkakataong magkadaupang-palad. Nuong pumunta dito si Pope John Paul nuong 1995 para sa World Youth Day, hindi ako delegate nuon, ako at ang isa pang kaibigan ay bumiyahe pa-Roxas Blvd. para lang masilayan si Pope. Mula sa airport, sakay ng kanyang bullet-proof coach, dumaan sa Roxas Blvd. si Pope papunta naman sa kanyang hotel (I think). Kaya naman dumaan din lang ang 50 meters away na imahe nya sa akin. Ang tunay na nagpapalungkot sa akin ay ang mga kwento ng mga taong nakasama na niya at nagpapatunay ng kabutihan ng Papa. Tutoo nga naman na iba ang radiance ng aura na nanggagaling kay Pope at ang aurang ito ay naibabahagi nya sa mga taong nakakadaupang-palad nya. Di iilang beses na ako’y napaiyak sa mga anecdote ng ilan nating kababayan tungkol sa Santo Papa na binabalita sa t.v. at dyaryo.

Actually, maraming dahilan kung bakit napapaiyak ako kapag naikukwento na ang mga ilang bagay tungkol sa Santo Papa. Ilan dito ay ang nakapagpa-paalala sa akin ng mga taong siguro ay kasama na rin ng Pope sa langit. Isa na dito ang aking tiyo. Wala pang isang buwan mula nang pumanaw ang aking tiyuhin. Naaalala ko pa na nuong mabalitang nasa hospital si Pope ay napag-usapan pa namin sya ng tiyo ko at nasabi namin na maaaring hindi na magtatagal si Pope dito sa mundo at kukunin na sya ng ating Tagapaglikha. Hindi ko akalain na mauuna pa ang tiyo ko kay Pope.

Kahapon, nabalita din na magkakaroon ng reunion ngayong araw na ito (April 7) ang mga delegates ng World Youth Day sa UST. Kaya naman iniimbitahan ang lahat ng naging bahagi ng World Youth Day sa isang misa at programa para kay Pope John Paul. Sa pagkakataong iyon ay bigla namang pumasok sa alaala ko ang yumao ko namang bunsong kapatid. Sakristan sa Mt. Carmel ang kapatid ko nuong 1995, kaya isa sya sa mga maswerteng kabataan nuon na naging delegado ng World Youth Day. Sayang at di na sya makaka-attend ng nasabing reunion ng mga delegates. Kung nabubuhay lamang siya, maaaring nanduon siya ngayon sa naturang reunion.

Bilang pangwakas, ipinapanalangin ko na lamang na sana ang tiyo ko, at ang kapatid ko ay kasa-kasama na ni Pope John Paul sa langit at duon ay masayang kapiling si Lord.

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun Time After Time!

2005-03-09T11:56:00.000+08:00

I was listening to RX 93.1’s Monster Riot, and they played the song True by Spandau Ballet and Cyndi Lauper’s Time After Time side by side. After the songs were played, the dj, Boom, stated that the song Time After Time was included in the World’s 50 Most Favorite Love Song Of All Time. And that she saw Cyndi during the Grammy’s and she doesn’t look a bit older after 20 years-- just less colorful. Boom also trivialized that when Cyndi came out in 1980’s with her Girls Just Wanna Have Fun album and song, everybody thought that she was an eccentric and a girl-who-just-wanna-have-fun artist only and not to be taken seriously. But the critics were all wrong! That song became a Top Ten hit. After a few months, people were shocked to hear her and see her on MTV singing Time After Time so melancholically and the song became a phenomenon and maintained its ranking in the Top 10 and turned out to be the most-loved love song that it has become now. Boom said she loves Cyndi Lauper, and so do I! Cyndi’s Time After Time is my most favorite love song of all time, of my life!

I, myself, have my own anecdote about my love for Cyndi Lauper. It was 1986, and a would-be Grade 4 pupil, and Cyndi was so popular, she was all over the radio with her Girls Just Wanna Have Fun song. You see that time, MTV wasn’t on free channels yet. Music videos were seen only on 30-minute programs like Video Hit Parade and Video Hot Tracks on channel 13 and 9. And I will never forget the first time I saw the music video of Time After Time. Cyndi was so punky in that video! She was sporting a checkered-like hairdo on the right side of her head and a long, colorful hair on the left side. I was so dumbfounded to be watching this artist—and to think she’s a girl(!)—to be so weird to my eyes! If you’d been watching VH1 videos on MTV nightly and had seen her video, you’d know what I’m talking about!

Anyways, like I said, it was 1986 and I had become an instant Cyndi Lauper fan after watching that video of hers. We were in SM Cubao with my family. We were all there, all 6 of us. My parents were trying to find us a nice pair of school shoes for it was nearly school time again. But I also wanted a Cyndi album! We were so poor that time that my parents can’t buy me shoes and an album at the same time. My father told me that the only money he had was for our shoes, if we will buy the tape, we won’t be able to buy a shoes for me. And he made me choose, we will buy the tape but not the shoes or the shoes but not the tape. I chose the album. And yes I didn’t have new shoes come school time but I was so happy coz I have a Cyndi album already which I played everyday, memorizing the lines in Time After Time, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, She Bop and even imitating her dance moves on Money Changes Everything, which I performed during a class contest and--guess who won? I think you know.

BERTDEY KO NGAYON!!!

2005-02-21T21:22:00.000+08:00

Today, February 21, is the day I’m celebrating my birthday. But since di naman talaga ako nag-celebrate because wala akong kakayahan sa kasalukuyan, I think it’s right to say na today is the day of my birth anniversary lang.

Nakakainis isipin na pag ang isang tao e hindi nagpapa-party sa birthday nya ay di rin naaalala ng mga kaibigan nya! Sa dinami-dami ng kaibigan ko, iilan lang ang bumati sa akin. At yun pa yung mga taong di nila maaaring makaligtaan na birthday ko pala. Tulad na lang ni Atoy na syota ng kapatid ko, alam na alam nya na kaarawan ko ngayon dahil ka-birthday ko lang naman sya. O si Jephf, na ka-birhday ko naman tatay nya, at si Pam na isa sa mga best buddy ko, dahil pareho din kami ng birthdate ng ate nya! Pero mas marami yata ang di nakaalala sa akin sa dinadami ng mga kaibigan ko. Pero okay lang naman sa akin yun, di ko rin naman kabisado ang mga birthdate nila. Pero nakakatuwa dahil yung iba kong kaibigan sa high school, sa tagal-tagal naming di na nagkakasama e naalala pa rin nila ako. Yung mga kaibigan ko sa dating trabaho na tumawag din sa bahay ay naalala ako, salamat na lang sa Friendster. Buti na lang din ang mga kamag-anak ko ay di rin ako nalimutan.

Nuong sinimulan kong sulatin ang post kong eto kaninang mga alas-singko, masaya ako. Nakausap ko ang mga regular chatmates kong sina Papa Randy, Jephf, at McGuile at bumati rin sa akin. Pero I have to cut short our conference and my composing this post dahil I have to go to church pa and give thanks to the Lord for giving me thirty years of beautiful life and face. Pagdating ko sa simbahan, nakakatuwa dahil nadatnan kong nag-cecelebrate ang El Shaddai Movement ng aming parokya ng kanilang anniversary sa araw din na ito na coincidental with my birtday. At sa misa ni Fr. George, ang aming parish priest, sa kanyang Daily Gospel reading sa araw na ito, sinabi nya na si God ay hindi lang basta magpro-provide ng kaunti kundi siksik, liglig at umaapaw na siya rin palang paboritong expression ng mga taga-El Shaddai! Ang galing, naisip ko! Kaya naman ipinagpasalamat ko rin kay Lord yung pagbibigay nya sa akin ng siksik, liglig, at umaapaw na buhay! Masaya akong lumabas ng simbahan.

Pero nagbago ang lahat nang makauwi ako ng bahay. Totoo yata ang kasabihan na may katumbas na kalungkutan ang kasayahan. Tiningnan ko kasi ang celphone ko at walang bagong text message. I was expecting text messages from my best buddies Pam and Sheril kasi. 7:30 na at di pa sila nagpaparamdam. Ako na ang naunang nag-text sa kanila at tinanong sila kung nasaan na sila at ginagabi na sila. Inaasahan ko kasi ang pagdating nila. Sila kasi ung talagang barkada ko kaya naman sila din lang ang inimbita kong makisalo sa amin ng dinner ng family ko. At since matagal-tagal na rin kaming magkakasama, hindi na nakakahiya sa kanila kung simpleng pagkain lang ang naihain naming. Nuong umaga pa lang, si Pam ay ininstruksyonan ko nang makipag-coordinate kay Sheril kung anong oras at paano pupunta sa bahay. Ganun din si Sheril sinabihan kong makipag-coordinate kay Pam. At aba! Ang mga !@##%*-- hindi daw sila nakapag-usap! Ang kasayahan ko ay napalitan ng pagka-inis! Dalawa na nga lang silang pinagkaabalahang kong (o ng nanay ko) ipagluto ng pancit at chicken/pork adobo at binilhan ng beer, sasabihin pa na bukas na lang daw dahil blah blah blah blah! Sa asar ko sinabi ko nga sa kanila na “bukas pa kayo pupunta, o puwes bukas kumain kayo ng panis na pancit!” Naisip ko tuloy na sana pala ang inimbita ko na lang e ang mga chatmates ko na baka sakaling na-appreciate pa ang effort ko at sigurado pang di ako mapapanisan ng pancit dahil magaganang kumain ang mga yun! Wag nyo kong sisihin kung bakit ganun na lang pagkadismaya ko. Kasi naman espesyal para sa akin ang birthday kong eto dahil nga ika-30th year ko na, tumagal ang buhay ko nang ganito kahaba! Ilang tao ba ang nakakalampas sa edad na eto? Wala pa. Maliban kay Papa Randy na lumagpas na sa 30 at ngayon ay 34 years old na! But I know I shouldn’t let this petty circumstances ruin my birthday, thankful pa rin ako, kasi binati ako ng twin sister ko. Yes, that’s right people, I have a twin sister, and we we’re separated at birth. Ang sister kong yan ay walang iba kundi si Drew Barrymore. I am one day older than her and tomorrow is her birthday. Wag na kayong kokontra obvious na obvious naman na kambal kami, di ba? Happy birthday, Drew!

A Single’s Valentines Day

2005-02-15T00:48:00.000+08:00

Yesterday, the 14th of February, was Valentine’s Day. And I’m sure that a lot of bloggers out there, like me, would be posting something about their experiences, happiness, thrills and even disappointment during this Heart’s Day.

Para sa akin, ang Araw ng mga Puso ay isa na lamang ordinaryong araw. It’s just another day. Anyways, February have always been a special month for us, with or without Valentines coz 2 of my family members and I have February as our birth month. There is nothing special about it except that my celfone’s inbox will be full of greetings from family and friends of text messages about love. And as a courtesy naman, I’ll greet them in return.

I have never celebrated Valentine’s Day with a significant other. Nairaraos ko ang araw na iyan kasama ang kaopisina, Kapamilya, Kabarkada but never Kapuso. Minsan nga naitanong sa akin kung ano daw ang feeling ng walang ka-Valentines, at sinagot ko naman ng “Wala. Aba mas maninibago pa nga ako kung may ka-Valentines ako!”

But, last night was different from all other Valentine’s I had. My bestfriend Pam called me the night before and greeted me in advance. Binati ko rin siya and asked her how she’s gonna spend it. Sinabi ni Pam na ice-celebrate daw nilang dalawa ito ni Jarod, ang anak nya. Tinanong ko kung baket silang dalawa lang at nasaan ang asawa niya? Sabi nya di daw nya alam. After saying that, I knew she had a problem. So sinabi ko sa kanya na kinabukasan pagkatapos ng klase ko e sasamahan ko sila ni Jarod. From the tone of her voice kasi I knew she would want to talk to someone.

And so after my class, yun nga ang ginawa ko. I dropped by a Mercury Drug store to buy beer sana, dahil mas masarap ang usapang ganun pag may beer. Pero naalala ko na nasa maselang kalagayan nga pala si Pam ngayon kaya nauwi ako sa Cali Shandy and a mango juice for Jarod. Pumunta nga ako sa kanila at silang dalawa lang ng anak nya ang nadatnan ko, wala ang asawa nya. Over dinner nagkuwento sya. At pagkatapos tuloy-tuloy pa rin ang usapan kahit nasa harap na kami ng t.v. at iniinom na ang Cali. Nag-alas onse na and since nag-aalala din sya na baka sobrang gabihin ako sa pag-uwi at mapagkamalang babaeng haliparot e nagpaalam na kami sa isa’t isa. Bago ko tuluyang umalis nagpasalamat si Pam sa akin for being there for her. Iba daw talaga ang may nakakausap, nakakagaan ng feelings. Wala yon, ang sabi ko naman. Love ko naman talaga kasi etong bestfriend kong eto!

Upon getting home, hinarap ko na agad ang computer ko at sinusulat ko na eto. Oo nga, wala akong ka-Valentines last night, walang red roses, walang date, walang chocolates, walang kiss. But I spent it with a friend in need, and I…actually feel good…It is indeed a a wonderful day and it is a wonderful feeling to need and be needed by someone!

Sigh…Happy Valentines Day everyone!

Free Expression Can Be Costly When Bloggers Bad-Mouth Jobs

2005-02-12T23:13:00.000+08:00

This is a reminder to all of us bloggers, especially to those blogging on their office computers. Read on...

By Amy Joyce, Washington Post Staff Writer

Under the pseudonym of Sarcastic Journalist, Rachel Mosteller wrote this entry on her personal Web log one day last April:

"I really hate my place of employment. Seriously. Okay, first off. They have these stupid little awards that are supposed to boost company morale. So you go and do something 'spectacular' (most likely, you're doing your JOB) and then someone says 'Why golly, that was spectacular.' then they sign your name on some paper, they bring you chocolate and some balloons.
"Okay two people in the newsroom just got it. FOR DOING THEIR JOB."

This post, like all entries in Mosteller's online diary, did not name her company or the writer. It did not name co-workers or bosses. It did not say where the company was based. But apparently, Mosteller's supervisors and co-workers at the Durham (N.C.) Herald-Sun were well aware of her Web log.

The day after that posting, she was fired.

Bill Stagg, managing editor of the Herald-Sun, said he could not comment on a personnel matter. But Mosteller, 25, said the blog was one of the reasons she was given for losing her job, and she is still in shock. "Considering I treated the blog as a smoke break, I didn't think of it as a problem."

There are 8 million personal Web logs -- or blogs -- in the United States, according to the Pew Internet & American Life Project. People write blogs to talk about their day, family outings, dates gone awry and, of course, work. But what might feel like a very personal entry about a dismal workday can mean something quite different to a boss who needs only a search engine to read it.
"We all complain about work and our bosses. And the ethos of the blogosphere is to be chatty and sometimes catty and crude," said Lee Rainie, director of the Pew project. "Even in an era of casual Fridays, that is not what companies want to be portrayed by the world."

Even if workers write the blog anonymously, an employer may be able to take the position that blogging "is inconsistent with the business mission," said Jonathan A. Segal, an employment attorney in Philadelphia.
Usually the blogger has little protection. "In most states," said Gregg M. Lemley, a St. Louis labor lawyer, "if an employer doesn't like what you're talking about, they can simply terminate you."

And that is happening enough that there is even a word for it -- getting "dooced." Blogger Heather B. Armstrong coined the phrase in 2002, after she was fired from her Web design job for writing about work and colleagues on her blog, Dooce.com.
Although workers have been writing blogs for years, companies have been slow to create policies to cover them. "Most employers as of now do not have blogging policies, just as 10 years ago they didn't have e-mail policies and now they do," Segal said.
E-mail and Internet policies that have been developed were created to deal with improper employee usage during work hours. Very few companies have rules governing employee computer habits outside work.

Last October, Delta Air Lines flight attendant Ellen Simonetti was fired, she said, for what her supervisor called a misuse of uniform. Simonetti had posted on her personal blog, Queen of Sky (now called Diary of a Fired Flight Attendant), pictures of herself, in her uniform, on an empty plane. Her blog also contained thinly veiled work stories.

The airline would not discuss the firing, or whether it has a blog policy. But Simonetti has become something of a blog heroine. She filed a complaint against Delta with the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, claiming many men were pictured in their uniforms on other Web sites and were not fired. And she started a "Bloggers Rights Movement" calling on other bloggers to sign a petition demanding that companies let employees know their blog policies.

(Want to read the rest of the article? Click the link:http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=1804&e=2&u=/washpost/a15511_2005feb10

Hate Letter

2005-02-11T16:17:00.000+08:00

Dear Panget,

Can I just tell you that I hate you?

I hate that we get to talk often and get updates on each other’s lives.

I hate to know that you are there and I am here and that we never get to see each other as often as I want to.

I hate you for being really nice and kind and letting me know you care for me. So stop telling me lies, I’m such a gullible person, you know I will believe everything you say.

I hate you for being sooo good and great and sooo wonderful and sooo sweet!

I really hate to know that you love someone else and she’s not me.

I hate you because you’re ugly, you’re stupid and you are such a jerk!

I hate you for hurting me and you don’t even know that you are doing it to me. Do you really have to be so insensitive?!

I hate you for all these things!

And most of all, I hate you because despite of my big hate for you, I truly, truly love you!

FIRST CRUSH

2005-02-10T17:21:00.000+08:00

My teacher in Pagbasa at Pagsulat asked us to write about our first crush as an assignmnent. Kaya naman inukilkil ko ang aking memorya at nag-reminisce ng tungkol sa kabataan ko. Sa tutoo lang, sa dami nang naging crush ko nuong bata ako, di ko na matandaan kung sino ang first crush ko. Although I remember this one particular guy, hindi sya ang first crush ko, pero sya ang unang crush ko na gumawa ako ng kagagahan.

I was in Grade 4, and this Grade 6 guy, who’s name is Ramil, is so cute and sexy, that he became the object of my, or should I say, our affection. Of both me and my close friend, Rosemarie. Di ko nuon akalain na iisa pala ang crush namin ni Rosemarie. Minsan napadaan sya sa labas ng room namin at kinikilig-kilig kong sinabi sa katabi kong si Rosemarie na iyon ang crush ko. Nagulat pa nga siya at sinabing si Ramil din ang crush nya. Tumaas ang kilay ko. Naisip ko, hmph, gaya-gaya! Kaya naman napagkasunduan naming dalawa na sabay kaming magpapa-cute kay Ramil, kanya-kanya nga lang ng strategy. Siguro naiisip nyo ngayon na Grade 4 pa lang ako ang landi-landi ko na noh?

At ganun nga ang nangyari. Kanya-kanyang pa-cute kay Ramil ang ginawa namin. Kung gugunam-gunamin, di ko dapat pinatulan ang hamon na iyon. Dahil sa murang edad kong yon, alam ko na talong-talo naman ako kay Rosemarie kung pa-cute-an lang. Bata pa lang ako pero malaki na insecurity ko kay Rosemarie. Unang-una na ang estado nila sa buhay. Ang tatay ni Rosemarie ay isang OFW nung time na yun. Mid-80’s pa lang yun, kaya parang hangang-hanga ang mga tao pag nalalaman nilang nag-a-abroad ang mga magulang mo. Mayamang pamilya ang turing sa iyo. Samantalang ang tatay ko ay hamak na cook sa Barrio Fiesta lamang. Kaya naman ang mga teacher namin sa Mababang Paaralan ng Salapan ay kilala siya, dahil pag kailangan ng donasyon, sya ang unang nilalapitan. Pag nagbebenta ng kung anik-anik ang mga guro, siya at ang nanay nya rin ang unang binebentahan. Maliban pa duon, nakikitaan na ng ka-kikay-an at kagandahan si Rosemarie kahit sa murang edad niyang iyon. Maganda sya,mahinhin, at babaeng-babae kung gumalaw, di tulad ko na totomboy-tomboy. Maaga syang nagka-regla, 10 years old pa lang. Kaya nung Grade 4 kami, nagdadalaga na sya at naiiba na ang hugis ng katawan, nagkakaumbok na ang kanyang dibdib. Samantalang ako hanggang ngayon, sa tanda kong ito e parang sa nagdadalaga pa rin ang dibdib.

Medyo matagal-tagal ring kaming nagpa-cute ni Rosemarie at malamang na alam na rin ni Ramil na may gusto kami sa kanya dahil napansin kong nagpapa-cute na rin siya. Isang araw, napagkasunduan namin ni Rosemarie na magbigay ng regalo kay Ramil ng kahit ano pagkatapos ng apat na araw. Deal, sabi ko. Kaya naman ang lola nyo ay tinipid ng husto ang pisong baon araw-araw. Imbes na bumili ng juice sa canteen o sa labas ay nagbabaon na lang ako ng kalamansi juice na tinimpla ko sa bahay pa lang. Imbes na mainit na sopas o champorado ang ino-order ko sa canteen pang-recess ay nagtiyaga na lamang ako sa nutriban na may palamang bukbok at Star margarine!

Dumating ang araw ng pinag-usapan namin ni Rosemarie. Kailangan nga pala from anonymous ang regalo namin para may misteryo. Natawa ako sa ibibigay ni Rosemarie. Ang yaman-yaman nila tapos yun lang! Aba, kahit bata pa ako, may konsepto na ako ng sosyal at ng cheap! Pinaabot na ni Rosemarie ang regalo nya. Ako ay ganun din. Pinaabot ko ito sa isang kakilalang bata na sa murang edad nya na 7 years old ay alam na nya na sya ay bading. Ang batang ito ay sumasama-sama sa Drum and Lyre Corps kung saan ako kabilang at feel na feel maging majorette samantalang di naman siya pupwede dahil sa buong history ng Drum and Lyre ay wala pang naging majorette na bading. Tuwang-tuwa naman ang mokong Ramil! Biruin mo sa loob ng isang araw, nakatanggap kaagad siya ng dalawang regalo from his secret admirer!

Anyways, ang ending? Tulad ng inaasahan. Mas type ni Ramil si Rosemarie. Nalungkot din naman akong malaman na di pala ako ang taste ni Ramil. Hindi naman nagkaroon ng relasyon ang kaibigan ko at si Ramil. Bata pa naman kasi kami lahat nuon. Okey lang kung hindi ako ang type ni Ramil, nadismaya rin naman ako sa kanya later on. Ako nasa section 1 sa Grade 4, pero si Ramil ay Grade 6 section 4, huling section kaya yun! Meaning, yun ang section ng pinakamahina sa akademya sa iskul namin! After a while, nalaman ko rin na hindi siya nakapag-high school, hindi dahil sa kabobohan o kahirapan, kung hindi dahil napa-barkada sya. Di ko lang alam kung nakasama sya sa bilang ng mga salot ng Brgy. Salapan, San Juan. Kaya okey lang kung dineadma nya ko nuon! Sa iba ko na lang ibinaling ang atensyon ko, sa pag-aaral ko. Nuong sumunod na year, di na kami magkaklase ni Rosemarie, napunta sya sa section 3 at ako section 1 pa rin. Nakilala din ako at mga magulang ko ng buong school, hindi dahil nahihingan kami ng donasyon kung hindi dahil umaakyat sila palagi ng stage (naks, ang yabang ko!).

Syanga pala, kung maitatanong nyo, kung ano nga pala ang regalo namin ni Rosemarie kay Ramil? Ang ibinigay ni Rosemarie,…Chippy! Ako,… GRANNY GOOSE TORTILLOS!

Our House

2005-01-31T16:03:00.000+08:00

Our house is situated in the borders of Cainta and Pasig. It is located inside a village called Karangalan. It’s a quiet neighborhood. If you’ve been to our house, you’ll find that it’s a pretty neat house, with flowering plants in our front. It is not mansion-ly, it is not even categorized as architecturally structured. Right now, it’s 2-story, but we have plans of putting a penthouse on the uppermost floor so as to accommodate more people and have a fine place for stargazing.

It has four rooms, 3 upstairs and another one below. Some people who would pass by our house would often look at our house. I’m just not sure if they look at it with admiration or if they find it funny that our exterior is painted in multi-color.

But I am really proud of our house, or should I say, my home. Although, me and my sister are lean, my mom really cooks homely and delicious meals. That even our friends and relatives find them truly scrumptious! Visitors are most welcome to drop by. One friend of mine even said she feels so at home in our house and asked if we can adopt her!

If you’ll be passing by our house, you will find 3 ferocious, always barking dogs in our terrace. But these 3 ferocious looking dogs are, in fact, cute and friendly. If you will not notice the dogs, maybe you will be aware of me! ‘Coz you might get a glimpse of me (if our curtains happened to be drawn) in the morning dancing in some hiphop or RnB beats on the radio. More often than not though, you won’t see me but you’ll be able to hear me belting out a song a capella! I really love to sing whatever time of the day, regardless of the weather. But I hope that wouldn’t discourage you from visiting our home.

So, people, how about coming by our house if you happen to be in the area. You are definitely most welcome!

Hopeless Romantic? Nah uh. Call it Optimistic Romantic!

2005-01-31T15:53:00.000+08:00

Last December 23, at a shopping center, and at the height of Christmas rush, I met my old high school classmate, Gary. It has been years since we last saw each other. We said our “hi’s” and “kamusta’s.” He was with a girl, so I asked if she’s his wife, in which he answered, “no, my girlfriend.” At dahil sinimulan ko ang tanong, malamang ibabalik niya rin yung tanong na iyon sa akin. At, sus! Di nga ako nagkamali! Dahil tinanong niya kung ilan na daw anak ko. Medyo natawa pa nga ako kasi naisip ko ang lokong ‘to, ang tinanong kaagad kung ilang anak meron ako, e hindi nya pa nga tinatanong kung may asawa na ko, at mukha na ba akong may anak! Anyways, I said I don’t have any yet and that I’m very much single. We got each other’s contact numbers and said our goodbyes after that because the toys we are carrying are beginning to bear weight on us.

Later that day, I met with with Lonni, a friend of mine. She told stories about her and her boyfriend and I was listening intently. In which she asked after, if I even think of having a boyfriend already. I said yes, of course! She then asked, “Do you pray to God to give you one by now?” And without any thought, I said, “yes, every time I go to church or whenever I think about it.”

A lot of friends have asked me time and time again, if I ever feel lonely, not having a boyfriend,…in being single. In which I often replied that I’m actually happy being single. That I’m not desperate and my life is not miserable without anyone. Although I know I would be a lot happier if I am with someone. I still dream of becoming a housewife and have kids, of building a home, and all that stuff. I may not be young anymore and the years are closing in on me (akala mo mamamatay na eh, noh?) But I am still optimistic that I’ll find the right guy for me. I’m sure God has laid His plans all ready for me, just waiting for the right time. I know he wants me to be happy, too.

I have experienced love before. Men have come and gone in my life. But I know that there is one particular guy who will come and will stay. And he will know that it’s me, and I, in return, will recognize him the first time our gazes meet, and there’ll be fireworks all around to announce his coming.

In the meantime while I’m still waiting for him… I’m practicing my smile…
I’m perfecting my lines…

My Blogspot

2005-01-25T17:54:00.000+08:00

Finally! My own blog! After some time of thinking of having my own blog, eto at sa wakas naisakatuparan na rin ang pangarap ko.

It was early last year that I first learned about blogging. My server often advertise it on their web page. But I would just dismiss it and would not give a damn to it. But then, the word BLOG has slowly created noise in the web world. One time, while surfing the web, I came across a definition of blog, it stated that “blog” is an informal way of journalism. Although my friend Joann believes that there is no such thing as an informal journalism, because she said journalism is journalism and there is no formal or informal way of it.
At ang pagdagdag ng word “formal” or “informal” to the word journalism ay pakana lamang ng mga MassCom students and practitioners (oops, sorry, bato bato sa langit…). Because of that my curiosity grew. But the low-tech me, never even bothered to find out how to create one. Creating a blog seems to me so technical, hmmph! Up until…Papa Randy told me he has his own blog na rin! Upon visiting his blog and reading his works and finding out he created really witty and creative writings, I knew at once I wanted one, too!

Siguro nga, it was envy coz I was envious of Papa Randy’s blog that you are now reading my own! I know I can write, I just don’t know if I can write really well, and have been wanting for a long time now to write to express my thoughts and ideas and wanted a channel for it. And this blog thing is one hell of a venue to express my self! And you readers, be the judge!

I would like to give credit to Randy for pioneering this (well, of course, I mean among my friends), because of him I had a glimpse and know now what blog is. Papa Randz, idol talaga kita, you’re the man! So as a result, I would like to receive you to my own blogspot!

Welcome and enjoy reading!