issue!!!!!

bright are the stars that shine
dark is the sky
i know this love of mine
will never die

and i love her...

****
haha..malamig kc eh..hehe

da digital domination(yes, this phrase is grammatically correct and whosoever says i am wrong will feel the wrath of an insightful linguist!

You can now spit on me.

Just this afternoon, I took the Tickle.com "official" IQ test (yes, another official IQ test) and got a score of 122, earning me the very appropriate title of insightful linguist. No, I am not deterred by my score (which is very low for a UP student..haha..I don't even know if that is a praise or an insult) since I completely agree with the site's analysis of my intelligence (the 15-page analysis I must say, is very in-depth). My only regret for taking the test is that I actually posted the result for everyone to see, making myself an open target for many hapless insults. Oh yeah.

By the way, I got a perfect score on the visual-spatial part of the test. What are the odds of that? haha

***
and no lovely, i am not getting that multiply account..haha

tula ule

para sa mga taong malayo sa kanilang mahal (yeah labli!hahahahaha)

***
now that you're nowhere near
i am stuck in this whirl alone
forced to go with the flow
drenched in my tears for you

now that you're faraway
i long for each other day
searching for your tender embrace
in every face i see

the distance is never easy
everything is eclipsed by my thoughts of you
there's no other way to see you smile
convinced i am nothing without you

yet another love story

Naalala ko nung unang beses ko siyang nakita. Nakaponytail, naliligo sa makamandag na amoy ng kaniyang perfume, sakal na sakal ang leeg sa dami ng kwintas na suot, at ang kaniyang mukha binugbog ng make-up. Hindi na ako nagulat na maraming kalalakihan ang humaling na humaling sa kaniya. Maging ang barkada ko siya ang pantasya. Hindi ko alam kung paano nila nagustuhan ang kaniyang artipisyal na kagandahan. Sila naman, nagtataka kung paano ako nanatiling manhid sa presensya ng isang "anghel na hulog ng langit." Ewan. Siguro di ko lang talaga hilig ang mga babae na ang turing sa kanilang mga accesories ay mas importante pa sa pagkain. Dahil sa dami ng pabango na binubuhos nila sa kanilang sarili, masasabi kong di nila pinapahalagaan ang oxygen na nanganganib na dahil sa polusyon. Pero pisikal na aspeto pa lang yan ng problema ko sa "babaeng" yan. Kapag narinig ko na siya magsalita, parang iniinsulto niya ang mga dedikado at masisipag na taong nagbigay daan sa pagpapalaganap ng proper english grammar. "How init naman in this kwarto!" Aray ko. Pasalamat siya babae siya. Oo nga't wala akong karapatang husgahaan siya dahil di ko pa naman siya nakikilala ng lubos. But her presence invokes so much irritation in me that I canot tolerate. Kinkutya na nga ako ng barkada ko eh. "Tol ba't ka ba galit na galit sa kaniya eh wala naman siyang ginagawa sa'yo? Kraz mo siya no?" "Tol remember the more you hate the more you love. Yihee!" Kung alam lang nila. "Teka paano niyo naman nasabi na the more you hate the more you love? That kind of belief is very circumstantial, if not ludicrous." Ang sagot nila? "Heh!" "Kaya ka hindi pa nagkakagirlfriend eh masiyado kang mapagmataas!" Natawa na lang ako. Mahirap na.

Sa may bakanteng lote sa paaralan sa tabi ng personnel's lounge. Doon ako nakatambay kapag ako lang magisa. Di kasi masiyadong pinpuntahan yung lugar dahil alam ng marami na tambayan yun ng mga janitor at sikyu sa paaralan. Siyempre, pumupunta lang ako doon pag walang tao. Hindi ko alam kung bakit pero, I feel an unexplainable peace. Para bang ako lang ang tao sa buong mundo. Hindi ko masabi kung masaya ba ako o malungkot. Ang alam ko, kapag nakaupo lang ako sa bench ng bakanteng lote na yon, walang pwedeng gumambala sa akin.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

Nagulat na lang ako. Parang nagising ako mula sa pagkatulog. Paglingon ko, isang babaeng estudiyante anfg tumambad sa aking paningin. Shoulder-length hair, fair complexion, brown eyes, firm breasts. Isang ordinaryong babae.

"Uh, sure. Nga pala hindi mo naman kailangang mag-english. Wala tayo ngayon sa club meeting."

Tama. Nakita ko na siya. Sa english club. Madaldal siya noon.

"Pasensiya ka na. Nasanay lang ako. Tulad nga ng sabi mo, 'to learn proper english grammar, one must use the english language on a consistent message."

Aba. Smart-aleck. I like this girl. Reminds me of me.

"I didn't catch your name the last time. Ano uli pangalan mo?"

"Claire. Claire de Jesus."

"Oh. Nice to meet you, Claire."

Bland. Monotonous. Ni hindi man lang tumayo ang isang strand ng buhok ko sa batok. To be fair nakikinig naman ako sa mga sinasabi nia.

"Uhh, Mr. President?"

"Tawagin mo nalang akong XJ."

"Ok, XJ. Nice nickname."

"Full first name ko kasi ay Xander James."

"Ah. XJ?"

"Ano yon?"

"Bakit ka tumatambay dito? Di ka ba naaalibadbaran sa mga janitor?"

Naalala ko yung babaeng pilt na kinukumpara ang sarili kay Britney Spears.

"Bakit naman ako maaalibadbaran sa kaniya? Tao din naman pala sila eh."

"Oo nga. Pero-"

"Pero di sila classy, clean, at mayaman tulad natin? Kung sila ang nasa lagay natin at tayo naman ang nasa lagay nila, ganiyan din kaya ang kanilang sabihin."

Natahimik siya. Ng matagal. 15 minutes siyang di kumibo.

"Oi alis nako. Klase na namin eh. Ikaw wala ka pa bang klase?"

"Wala. Nagleave yung math teacher namin. Di pa inaappoint yung substitute."

"Ah ok. Sige, alis na ako."

I felt weird nung umalis na siya sa pagkakaupo. Guilt? Siguro. Basta. Ang pangit ng feeling.

Later that afternoon. Dissmissal. Nakita ko nanaman si Christina Aguillera. At nakita din niya ako.

"Oh look. It's Mr. President of the english world of the Philippines!"

Aray ko.

"Will you make turo to me how you became so galing with your english?"

"I will, if you'll stop suffocating me with your nauseaus perfume."

"Wow naman you're sooo deep! You're like the dagat that's sooo lalim!"

Tawanan. Yung barkada ko, di ko alam kung natawa sila sa joke ng feelng diva na yun o sa pagkapikon ko.

"You know Mr. President I like to make stay with you here and make chika to you but I have a date with so many lalake in my neighborhood! So adyu!"

"It's adieu. Not adyu."

Sumabog na ang lugar sa katatawanan ng barkada.

"Pare ayos lumalapit na siya sayo!"

Kinabukasan, nakita ko na naman ang sarili ko na magisa. So it's instinctive na didiretso ako doon sa tambayan ko. Pagdating doon,

"Ui XJ!"

"O Claire. Nandito ka."

"Wala lang. I just want to discuss something with you."

"Ano naman iyon?"

"Well, kinausap ako ng club adviser. Hanapin daw kita. Pag-usapan daw natin yung magiging topic for the debate sa english week."

"Ahh. Ikaw pala yung na-assign doon. O cge, ano ba ang topics?"

"It's about beauty versus brains."

"Wow, new. Definitely brains."

"Bakit naman?"

"Intelligence is much needed because of its contribution to society. Intelligence helps us to know more about others and ourselves. Intelligence-"

"Doesn't care about physical appearance."

"Aba you're catching up. Case closed. Mag-isip na tayo ng bagong topic."

"I don't think so. Maganda ang argument ng beauty, kung alam mo lang."

Di ko na siya sinagot. Waste of time and saliva lang kung makikipagbarahan pa ako sa kania.

"Ok. Beauty vs brains it is."

Simula noon, madalas na kame magkita doon. Same topic ang pinaguusapan. Kahit tatlong buwan pa ang hihintayin para sa english week.

"XJ tanong lang."

"Shoot."

"Why is it that you're hostile against 'the beautiful?'"

"Kasi itsura lang ang pinagbabasehan nila ng kanilang judgments. Di bale ng irrational basta sila ang tama."

"Yun ba talaga, o insecure ka lang?"

Asar.

"How can you accuse me of being insecure kung di mo naman ako kilala?"

"How can you accuse 'the beautiful' of being one-sided,close-minded, narcissistic jerks?"

Ouch. Naisip ko na ang sasabihin para barahin siya. Pero for some reason, hindi ako makapagsalita.

"I'm sorry. Nadala lang ako."

"It's okay. You have a good point there. You should write that down."

Ewan. Nasaktan ako. Pero di ako nagalit o nairita man lang sa kaniya. Hala. Eto na nga yata ang tinatawag nilang guilt.

"Oi sige, alis na ako. May klase pa kami."

"Uh, Claire? Kita uli tayo dito bukas ah."

Nagulat ako sa sinabi ko.

"Sige. Wala rin naman kaming klase ng hapon. Kita na lang tayo."

Naalala ko noong first time kong pumasok sa english club. Bano pa ako noon. Reckless, immature, insensitive. Exact adjaectives na binato sakin ng club adviser. Three years later, di nagbago ang mga katagang yon.

"Ma'aam Olivarez? Oh c'mon. Ako ang president ng club. Ako ang representative ng school in debates and other english-related contests. How can you say those three things to me?"

"XJ nainlove ka na ba?"

Huh? Anong kinalaman no'n?

"Wala lang. Iniintriga lang kita."

Wicked sick talaga si Ma'am Olivarez. Ewan. Hinahangaan ko siya dahil sa kaniyang wit and intelligence. Napakahusay niya. Kaya nga't napatunganga na lang ako sa sagot niya.

"In love? Ako?"

"Oo nga pala. Aalis ako ng maaga. Kaya dito na kayo ni Claire mag-discuss."

"Nakausap niyo na po si Claire?"

"OO naman."

May undertone. Pero di ko na pinansin. Parating na kasi si Claire.

"Claire hi."

"Oh XJ!!So that's your name!!Ayy!!It's so asteeg like youu!!!"

Aray ko naman.

"Ma'am anon'g ginagawa niya dito?"

"Well Mr. English president of the whole wide Philippines, pinapasabi po sa akin ni Claire that she can't make usap to you because she has to make go with her ama to their home!"

"Ha?"

"XJ umuwi na daw si Claire."

"Oh."

"SO in this very moment of our buhay, we will make usap about my beauty and your utak!"

Double aray.

"O sige XJ. Ikaw na ang bahala dito. Ikaw na ang bahala kay Claire."

Umalis na si Ma'am. Oh my.

"So Claire din ang pangalan mo."

"Beauty is no apparition of one's sick, perverted delusions. Beauty, naturally, is a reflection of one's own confidence and conviction to the things he or she knows."

Teka tama ba itong narinig ko? Observe first. Curled, dyed hair. Mascarra. Bubblegum lipstick. Full, round breast. Nope. Di siya si Claire. Imposible.

"Good points, but some people use their beauty in sick and perverted ways, as if beauty is the only thing that keeps them alive."

"If your brain is as good as it is, then you'll realize that beauty is not what you think it is: a curse."

Bago pa ako makapagsalita, ang artipisyal na kagandahan na aking pinagtuunan ng naguumapaw na galit ay dagling lumapit sa akin.

Wala akong magawa. Kundi humalik pabalik.

Bigla kong nadama ang pangit na feeling. Hindi. Hindi pala siya pangit. Hindi siya guilt. Mas grabe pa itong nadarama ko. Sa pagyakap ng aming mga labi, naalala ko ang nakaraan. Tatlong taon na ang nakakaraan. Nang makita ko ang babaeng iyon sa unang pagkakataon. Kaya pala ako nagagalit. Dahil nga insecure talaga ako.

Natapos ang halik. Hindi ko nakita ang Claire na binugbog ng make-up. Imbes, ang nakita ko ay ang sarili ko na kailangan ng make-up para takpan ang kapangitang taglay nito. Pero bago tulyang mamulat ang aking mga mata, nawala na siya. Umalis.

"Pare Claire pala panagalan niya!"

"Hah? Oo nga."

"Pare may aaminin kame sa iyo."

Nanigas ang buo kong katawan. Ang pangit na feeling bumabalik. Gusto kong bumalik three yers ago. Mali. Hindi dapat mangyari ito. Ako mismo ang lumikha nga Claire na kinaiinisan ko. Ginawa niya ang lahat. Sinalungat niya ang tradisyong kinagisnan na ng marami at tinuloy ang kaniyang pagmamahal. Kahit pa harapin niya ang kahihiyan para lang harapin ang katotohanan.


"Beauty is no apparition of one's sick, perverted delusions. Beauty, naturally, is a reflection of one's own confidence and conviction to the things he or she knows."

Naiintindihan ko na.

English week. Debate day. Change of plans.

"Our brain is the one thin that keeps us afloat. Without it, we are basically dead. Yet, it has come to my attention that brains alone is not enough. What's the use of knowledge if you can't share it to the world? In order to do so, we must feel beautiful. Yes, beautiful. For the essence of beauty is not on the physical aspect alone. It ist the manifestation of one's own confidence and conviction."

Nanalo ang beauty side. Yan mismo ang sinabi ni Claire. Ako? Hindi na ako sumali. Hindi ako karapatdapat na magsalita. Wala akong karapatan na magmarunong dahil hindi ko pa alam ang lahat. Just because I deliberately forgot the past and the one person that made it perhaps the best thing that I lack.

Nakita ko nanaman ang sarili ko na magisa. As usual, diretso sa tambayan.

"Hi XJ."

*****
Patawarin mo ako. Kinalimutan kita. Sana lagi kitang makita sa bench na yan. Hanggang sa ako'y mawalan ng hininga.

haha moment

aaminin ko,
lahat ng ito,
ay inaalay..
lamang sa iyo
aaminin ko,n
a ang buhay ko
ay walang kulay
kung di dahil sa yo
aaminin ko,
tanging ngalan mo,a
ng sinisigaw ng damdamin ko..



*insert girl's name here*


maghihintay ako...


omg!

..

can this be love i'm feeling ryt now?..

hahaha..

don't ask why..

Ü

..

can this be love i'm feeling ryt now?..

hahaha

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love

'nuff said.

acknowledgment

I forgot to mention this. How impolite of me.

The bulk of information I have used in posting my 3 previous posts, not to mention the grounds I have based my comments from where taken from Bo Sanchez' book "How to Find Your One True Love." It's a great read, although it comes with a warning: It shouldn't be read by die-hard romantics period.

That being said I hereby close this debate. *finally!*

the FINAL closing statements

If my previous post were running for the elctions, it will be a nuisance candidate. I have to concede the fact that the vast majority of the people today will definitely disagree with the message the afforementioned post brings, as it basically shatters the very foundation of the thing they call love. Apparently, you need to feel something in order to deduce that you are in love. Admittedly, I have to say that is legitimate. To love by sheer force is foolish as they all say. Or is it really?

People, let us wear our thinking caps for a while and remember the first time we fell in love. We all felt woozy, we all felt weird, we all felt attracted. Our heart beats so fast, we write poems, we cringe upon hearing sentimental music and we simply crumble in front of our love. We can't contain our emotions. We can't sleep, we can't eat (properly..hehe), we can't think straight. All the while, the image of that one love fills your brain with cherry blossoms from paradise. Everytime we are with that love, we hear Spongecola singing Neon (err, that's the song playing as I type this post..hehe). We can't help it but stare at the person all day long. When the opportunity comes to talk to the person, we stumble, we stutter but still do everything to grab that opportunity. Then comes D-day, when we finally confess what we really feel. There can only be two outcomes: 1.) S/he says yes or 2.) S/he says no. Either way, we feel an overwhelming amount of emotion that floors us with its incredible power. We are now convinced that love is forever. As the days turn to weeks, the weeks turn to months, the months turn to years, we find ourselves looking at the mirror, counting the new strands of facial hair that has grown (or what was left of it) anew on our faces. We blink once, twice. We stare blankly at our reflection. We look at the empty bed beside us. Yes, we are alone. Lonely. Whatever happened to the love we said that was undying, imortal, forever? We thought it will never leave us. Then what the hell just happened? The feeling faded, so therefore the love is lost. And what's left is a miserable life longing for a purpose.

No, I won't participate in the elections because i was disqualified. The other candidate won convincingly. But, can we really say that we have really loved?

Can we look at our partner and admit to him/her that we loved them for their good sides and purposely ignored the other side?

Can we scream to the world that we are in love even if we're not engulfed in the arms of of our dreampartner?

Can we whisper words of deep affection to our partner even if we are not feeling like doing so?

Of course we can't. We have to have feelings. Since love is an emotion, we have to feel it to really say we are in love.

No, we can't love the other side so we pretend it's not there when in fact it's bothering you so much.

No, we can't scream to the world because we are stuck with a person who ou don't even know.

No, we can't whisper words of love if our partner did not rub our backs or nibble our ears.

Question: Is this post trying to convince you to abandon your old perspective about love?
Answer: Maybe. It is up to you if you would do so.

Next Question: What if the feeling is gone? Do you abandon the partner and waste the memories, struggles, and lessons learned?
Answer: Up to you.

Please. For your own good. Don't love for the sake of emotions alone. Because the feeling that you have in your heart, it will subside. Then you are left to decide if you'll continue to love or not.

ZIPCODE: Emotions exist. The measure of their intensity however, depends on our own intervention.

PONDERPOINT: Recall PP1 on my previous post. Then ask yourself. What happens if the "love" is gone? Do you search for it again?

"You can't find it, but it will knock before you when you least expect it to come."
PP2: What if it didn't come?

rebuttal

As I have wanted all along, I received very interesting reactions regarding my previous post. While the comments were few (actually dalawa lang clang nagcomment..hehe), it's just fitting that I elaborate further on my post which by the way is grammatically wrong (but the message it conveys is true).

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When we talk about love, two of its kind pop in our mind: the idealistic type and the realistic one. Idealistic love is the one which is depicted in movies, tv shows, etc. where fate, desiny, and love as an emotion rule. Realistic love on the other hand is basically the type which longs for idealistic love. It may sound ironic and confusing, but a clear observation on this one will reveal its truthfulness. In reality, it is pathetic for someone to rely heavily on our media-conceieved idea of what love is supposed to be, that love is the grandest gift of destiny. Is it rational, or even realistic to say that love in all its aspect is an emotion, the same as happiness, sadness and anger?

When someone says "I love you," he/she is saying it with repesct to what he feels. Yes, love the emotion does exist. However, contrary to what many people believe, this love encompasses only the affection, desire, etc. of that person to another, not the "destiny" or "fate" that it was suppossed to be with. Strong emotions lead to fast decisions which are not always rational and practical. Leaning on this belief thereby supports the side that love is capable of doing anything (and by anything, I mean anything w/o regard of morality or lack thereof) thus violating the nearest (and quite possibly best) definition of love as stated in the Bible: "Love does not delight in evil."

What then, does this mean? Love as an emotion, is simply an emotion, an infatuation, which suggests actions that may or may not fall on our preferences of principle and morality. Romance may feed heavily on feelings, but true love is more about decision-making. The simplest proof to this definition is that it is impossible to like a trait of a person that you despise.

Bottomline: We can say that love is a tussle between feelings and decisions. But when it all boils down to it, love will always lead to a person choosing what to do next.

PONDERPOINT: When we fall for someone, take agood look at him/her. You will notice that he/she is quite attractive while those around you think otherwise. Ask yourself, have you fallen for him/her because he/she fits your view of beauty or is it because you chose to make him/her beautiful the way you want him/her to be?

PP2: When you fall for someone, again ask yourself, did you fall in love because the traits she possess that you like the most overwhelm you to the point that anything else can't replace the image of the one you love on your mind? Or did you fall in love because you have learned to ovelook the positives and negatives and love him/her for who she is and not the all-positive image of him/her?

i spit in the face of nostalgia!

NOTE TO THE PUBLIC: I've just finshed reading the archives of a certain someone (whose name I won't expose to the people who visit my blog just because I don't want to..hehe) which prompted me to write something scientific, just like the ones I have posted waaaay back. And as usual, the topic is all about lav.

All of us have felt a thing that we claim to be love. Most of us try their hardest to ignore the feeling while others go to the extreme just to show how they truly feel. The rest simply remian apathetic; numb to say the least.

What is it abou this thing they call love? Movies, songs, poems, teleseryes dictate that love is something that emotionally affects you drastically. That love can change a person inwardly and outwardly. Then again, is this what love is all about? Is it just a facet of romanticism? Or is it greater than what we think it is?

Truth be told, love is not limited to holding hands, serenades, sugar-coated moments and sex. If that is the case, then we are entitled to have sex with the ones we hold dear, regardless of gender or kinship. On the other hand, love is something that should be expressed. It is not something that should be concealed. Otherwise, that's not love.

Perhaps the most shocking truth of all is that love is not strictly a feeling. If it is, then we are entitled to get the heebeejeebees everytime we see our parents, best friends, etc. On the other hand, love is something that we decide to express. Love doesn't wait for emotional outbursts. What it requires is a firm decision to love and do everything it takes to love.

Love also does not rely in fairy tale beginnings. Magical events may happen, but love couldn't care less. What love aims for however, is fairy tale endings, even if it is not guaranteed.

It is sad that today's generation really do not love at all. They are simply guided by the one principle that emotions rule the heart. They are simply infatuated, not in love. One cannot say that he has loved if he only heard it in his heart. A person who is in love is one who remains rational and strong, both for himself and the one he treasures.

Dolor

Nasaktan ako kagabi. Nadapa, sumubsob at nasugatan. Malamang masakit ang sugat na natamo ko. Nagdurugo pa rin ito hanggang ngayon. Iniisip ko lang kung paano ko ito gagamutin. Kulang sa gamit, walang kasama sa bahay. Isang bote lang ng alcohol ang meron ako, at ilang cotton swabs. Binuhos ko ito sa bandang tuhod ko at dagling pinanglinis sa sugat gamit ang swabs. Mahapdi. Pero kailangang tiisin ang sakit para gumaling. Kaya nga naman sumasakit kasi umeepekto na yung alcohol. Matapos matuyo ang sugat ko nilangyan ko na ito ng band-aid. Ayos na. Maliban sa kulay kahel na band-aid na nakadikit sa balat ko para na ring walang nangyari sakin.
Nitong umaga lang bumisita si Mang Esteban sa bahay. Tulad ng dati hangad niyang magbayad na kami ng renta sa inuupahang bahay. Naalala ko na nagpadala nap ala sakin sina inay ng lingguhang allowance ko. Wala na rin akong nagawa kaya’t binayaran ko na rin ang pinagkakautangan ko. Si Mang Esteban. Hindi naman talaga siya nakakatakot tulad ng iniisip ng iba. Hindi lang talaga siya maintindihan ng mga tao. Paano ba naman laging nakakunot ang noo, magkasalubong ang kilay at nakasimangot. Parang pasan niya ang lahat ng problema ng daigdig sa balikat niya. Madalas siyang magsungit lalo na sa mga hindi niya kakilala maliban na nga lang kapag interesado yung tao na yon na kumuha ng unit sa apartment niya. Misteryosong tao si Mang esteban. Kasing misteryoso ng pangalang lagi niyang binibigkas.
Nakuwento minsan ng isang kapitbahay ang tungkol sa pangalang Dolor. Ayon sa kanya, bago pa man ako napadpad sa apartment ni Mang Esteban, may isang dalaga na tumra sa unit na tinitirahan ko ngayon. Isang kolehiyala, mahaba ang buhok, maputi ang balat, balingkinitan ang katawan. Habulin siya nga mga kalalakihan. Kaya’t hindi na rin nakakagulat na kabila-kabila ang mga nobyo niya. Noong una niyang nakita ang babae, ang tanging interes lang ni Mang Esteban sa kaniya ay ang kaniyang intensyong manirahan sa apartment. Pero tulad ng ibang kalalakihan, nabighani rin sa kaniya ang landlord, na singkwenta anyos ang edad. Sa unang pagkakataon, tumibok ang puso ng binatang si Mang Esteban. Tinangka niyang manligaw sa babae. Pero mas lalo pang natakot ang dalaga kaysa matuwa. Dahil dito, napilitan ang babae na lumipat ng tirahan. Hindi na siya muling nakita ni Mang Esteban.
Nagkita kami ni Clarisse bago ako nadapa. Buti na lang di niya nakita. Dyahe naman kung nagkataon. Matagal din akong nagpakahirap bago ko nakuha si Clarisse. Ilang lalake rin ang hinamon ko ng suntukan para lang sa kaniya. Naging maganda naman ang epekto. Napasaakin na nga siya sa kabila ng mga pasang naging parte na ng mukha ko. Pero marami pa rin ang hindi ko alam tungkol sa kaniya at ganoon din naman siya sa akin. Kaya napagdesisyunan namin na para sa ikakaganda ng aming relasyon kailangan naming matuto na maging totoo sa isa’t-isa. Bukas na bukas, kakausapin ko na siya. Kund di lang talaga sa ID na ito….

patlang-pasosyal na blangko

Quote of the day (mula sa blog ni labli. nakakatuwa kc ung liriks):
"Cause how can you give your love to someone else, and share your dreams with me?"
-Vanessa Williams, mula sa awiting Save the best for Last

Just remembered something upon reading the said lyrics. Yeah, bitterness. Still a part of me, I fear.

the harshness of winter in a tropical country, granma style

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May 5, 2007 started out just like any other day. I woke up earlier than usual to extort from my father some money. The entire day simply whizzed off as soon as the buzzer signifying the end of Dallas' 67-win season rang out. All of a sudden I found myself gulping my nth shot of brandy much to the chagrin of my parents. On that night I learned a valuable lesson: never underestimate the usefulness of a shot glass. This I learned after my vommit spree which lasted for about 20 rounds. Oh yeah. My breath was sweeter than the morning breeze after that.

Anyway, on to the NBA. Before the playoffs began I had my traditional playoff predictions. So far I bummed out on two of them after the Spurs trampled Denver in 5 while Golden State scored an amazing 4-2 upset over the much heralded Dallas Mavericks. There is still one more 1st round series going on with the Jazz-Rockets scuffle going the full seven. My choice? Houston.

For those who are thirsting for some 2nd round predictions, here's my lowdown:

EAST
Chi v Det
No one can stop the maturity of the Baby Bulls. Not even Motown. Bulls in 6.
Cle v NJ
On paper, the most exciting game to look forward to in the 2nd round. I have reasons to believe that in this season, LBJ will turn out a legendary performance. The Cavs in 6.

WEST
SA v Phx
Torrential offense meets defensive wall complete with spiked barricades. Will the Suns' offensive storm calm down then drop dead, or will the Spurs' championship defense crumble and fall? I'll go with the latter. Suns in 7.

Hou v GS
Steve Kerr brought out a terrific point when he remarked on whether Yao Ming has the capacity to cope with the Warriors' running game. My reaction? Yao will score at will on the low post. Rockets in 6.

the millionth mile

five months of procastination
living in my own deception
looking for some consolation
if what I did should be forgotten
a thousand failures in the past
all the stings did not seem to last
feels like I'm going nowhere fast
maybe I can't stay for long
all the time it's my own will
I got my hands on the steering wheel
maybe that's why it all feels all so wrong
I've been driving on a winding road and
I really don't seem to understand that
I badly need to have a helping hand 'cause
I've been wandering for a while
should be looking to the sky for His smile
this I've realized on the millionth mile...