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Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Colorgenics
You are the sort of person that needs a peaceful environment. You seek release from stress and freedom from conflicts and disagreements, of which you seem to have had more than your fair share. But you are taking pains to control the situation by proceeding cautiously and you are right in doing so as you are a very sensitive person.
You like the better things in life. You are sensuous and emotional. You are a follower of the Arts and you seek an environment that will give you the fulfilment to the senses that you need.
Your confidence has been shattered. There are so many things that you would like to do with your life, so many dreams to be fulfilled - and you know that your hopes and dreams are not just figments of your imagination, they are real and you are looking for reassurance from someone. Basically your fears are such that you may be prevented in attaining your hopes and dreams. Even now you would like to broaden your fields of endeavour but in order to develop your 'inner- self' you need peace and solace. You are distressed by the fear that you may be prevented from attaining your goals. What you really need at this particular moment in time is quiet reassurance from someone close to you to restore your confidence.
You are being unduly influenced by the situation that is all around you. You do not like the feeling of loneliness and whatever it is that seems to separate you from others. You know that life can be wonderful and you are anxious to experience life in all its aspects, to live it to the full. You therefore resent any restriction or limitations that are being imposed on you and you insist on going it alone.
You wish to be left in peace... no more conflict and no more differences of opinion. In fact you just don't want to be involved in arguments of any shape or form. All you want is for 'them' to get on with it - and to leave you alone.
You like the better things in life. You are sensuous and emotional. You are a follower of the Arts and you seek an environment that will give you the fulfilment to the senses that you need.
Your confidence has been shattered. There are so many things that you would like to do with your life, so many dreams to be fulfilled - and you know that your hopes and dreams are not just figments of your imagination, they are real and you are looking for reassurance from someone. Basically your fears are such that you may be prevented in attaining your hopes and dreams. Even now you would like to broaden your fields of endeavour but in order to develop your 'inner- self' you need peace and solace. You are distressed by the fear that you may be prevented from attaining your goals. What you really need at this particular moment in time is quiet reassurance from someone close to you to restore your confidence.
You are being unduly influenced by the situation that is all around you. You do not like the feeling of loneliness and whatever it is that seems to separate you from others. You know that life can be wonderful and you are anxious to experience life in all its aspects, to live it to the full. You therefore resent any restriction or limitations that are being imposed on you and you insist on going it alone.
You wish to be left in peace... no more conflict and no more differences of opinion. In fact you just don't want to be involved in arguments of any shape or form. All you want is for 'them' to get on with it - and to leave you alone.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Chris Brown and Rihanna
Two of the most famous and award-winning artists of their generation will perform live at Taguig City.
Those artists are none other than Chris Brown and Rihanna! :)
Yep, I'm going to watch it and I already have the ticket.
I went to National Bookstore RP to try my luck in buying the ticket but the customer service there told me that the tickets are only being sold at selected outlets. I asked her which outlet is she talking about, she told me to try National Bookstore Harrison. Then, she told me to go to RP's cutomer service. I obediently(lol) went there but unfortunately, the customer service assistant had a break. So, i waited for a few minutes then she came back to her post. And I approached her and ask her if there are other ticket outlets of the CB & R concert at RP. And Alas! She told me to go to the Robinson's Department Store Customer Service where they are selling the ticket. Parang Pinagpasa-pasahan lang ako di ba?Haha
At the third customer service, I asked about the CB & R ticket. I told the person there that I wanted the 1,545 pesos ticket. She told me "yung SELVER?" Trying to hide my laughter, I smiled and said yes. Hahaha. :) Voila! She gave me the ticket and a brief orientation about the ticket.
The concert is free standing so nakatayo kami. Haha.
malayo ako sa stage. LOL. Hahaha
Those artists are none other than Chris Brown and Rihanna! :)
Yep, I'm going to watch it and I already have the ticket.
I went to National Bookstore RP to try my luck in buying the ticket but the customer service there told me that the tickets are only being sold at selected outlets. I asked her which outlet is she talking about, she told me to try National Bookstore Harrison. Then, she told me to go to RP's cutomer service. I obediently(lol) went there but unfortunately, the customer service assistant had a break. So, i waited for a few minutes then she came back to her post. And I approached her and ask her if there are other ticket outlets of the CB & R concert at RP. And Alas! She told me to go to the Robinson's Department Store Customer Service where they are selling the ticket. Parang Pinagpasa-pasahan lang ako di ba?Haha
At the third customer service, I asked about the CB & R ticket. I told the person there that I wanted the 1,545 pesos ticket. She told me "yung SELVER?" Trying to hide my laughter, I smiled and said yes. Hahaha. :) Voila! She gave me the ticket and a brief orientation about the ticket.
The concert is free standing so nakatayo kami. Haha.
malayo ako sa stage. LOL. Hahaha
Thursday, October 9, 2008
THE SOUND OF ONE HEART BREAKING
THE SOUND OF ONE HEART BREAKING
by Karen Kunawicz
Ever come across this zen koan that JD Salinger used in one of his books?
You know, the one that asks what is the sound of one hand clapping. I don't know the answer to that one. But ask me what's the sound of one heart breaking and I might have an answer.
Welcome to the dark side of love.
What is the sound of one heart breaking?
It is the sound of someone curled up in a tiny ball crying softly in the night, the sound of the first unwanted teardrop touching your skin, it's the sound of a telephone that doesn't ring, the sound of regret pounding inside your brain with every heartbeat, it's the whispers of the toy animals she gave you.
It's the shuffling of feet walking away from you, the sound of your soul shattering into a million pieces at recognizing the word "goodbye," it's the soundtrack of memories torturing you, it's the sound of feeble hands trying to push back the obstinate hands of time, it's the sound of a cherub's dying breath, the sound of all those years disappearing in the vortex of Cupid's kitchen sink, it's the unrelenting, plaintive baby meows of an abandoned kitten outside an ignoring door.
It's the sound of the rain that doesn't ever stop, the sound of all the doors in the world shutting and closing in your face at the same time, of raging, howling storms in the night when there's no one there to hold you, the sound of your voice as it screams back at you, the echo of "I love you" burning holes in you, the sound your heart makes as it tells you to lie still because nothing you will ever do will matter without love.
The sound of the waves at the polluted beach you went to as it moves from the shore and crashes inside your mind, of the sniffles that make up your pathetic "SOS-to-the-world," the cracking of the brittle black-red petals from the sidewalk vendor roses she gave, the sound of the music she used to make going to your gut.
The sound of things in your room being thrown around and landing on the floor, the caress of sharpened kitchen knives on skin, the sound your throat makes as you swallow your saltiest tear. It's the sound of your own voice calling out to someone who isn't there, of winged creatures dying and falling on a city pavement, of terms of endearment used a hundred times a day struggling to crawl into a vacuum of forgetfulness, it's the sound of your own sobs keeping you company, it's the cold, uncaring stillness of the air you share your space with.
Destruction isn't always as noisy as bombs exploding. Sometimes the ultimate catastrophes are as quiet as feather falling on the floor of a Zen monastery. No one else can really hear your heart breaking except you.
** This is so sad. :(
by Karen Kunawicz
Ever come across this zen koan that JD Salinger used in one of his books?
You know, the one that asks what is the sound of one hand clapping. I don't know the answer to that one. But ask me what's the sound of one heart breaking and I might have an answer.
Welcome to the dark side of love.
What is the sound of one heart breaking?
It is the sound of someone curled up in a tiny ball crying softly in the night, the sound of the first unwanted teardrop touching your skin, it's the sound of a telephone that doesn't ring, the sound of regret pounding inside your brain with every heartbeat, it's the whispers of the toy animals she gave you.
It's the shuffling of feet walking away from you, the sound of your soul shattering into a million pieces at recognizing the word "goodbye," it's the soundtrack of memories torturing you, it's the sound of feeble hands trying to push back the obstinate hands of time, it's the sound of a cherub's dying breath, the sound of all those years disappearing in the vortex of Cupid's kitchen sink, it's the unrelenting, plaintive baby meows of an abandoned kitten outside an ignoring door.
It's the sound of the rain that doesn't ever stop, the sound of all the doors in the world shutting and closing in your face at the same time, of raging, howling storms in the night when there's no one there to hold you, the sound of your voice as it screams back at you, the echo of "I love you" burning holes in you, the sound your heart makes as it tells you to lie still because nothing you will ever do will matter without love.
The sound of the waves at the polluted beach you went to as it moves from the shore and crashes inside your mind, of the sniffles that make up your pathetic "SOS-to-the-world," the cracking of the brittle black-red petals from the sidewalk vendor roses she gave, the sound of the music she used to make going to your gut.
The sound of things in your room being thrown around and landing on the floor, the caress of sharpened kitchen knives on skin, the sound your throat makes as you swallow your saltiest tear. It's the sound of your own voice calling out to someone who isn't there, of winged creatures dying and falling on a city pavement, of terms of endearment used a hundred times a day struggling to crawl into a vacuum of forgetfulness, it's the sound of your own sobs keeping you company, it's the cold, uncaring stillness of the air you share your space with.
Destruction isn't always as noisy as bombs exploding. Sometimes the ultimate catastrophes are as quiet as feather falling on the floor of a Zen monastery. No one else can really hear your heart breaking except you.
** This is so sad. :(
Thursday, September 25, 2008
GREEN will always be my color
we may have lost the championship.
but green will always be the color of victory for me. :)
Thank You Jvee 'J-shock' Casio! Good luck on the career that you'll have after college.
We're going to miss your presence in the court.
Congrats to the DLSU Green Archers! We're still proud of you! Animo La Salle!
and
Congrats to the New Champs, The Ateneo! Ooh, this is the first championship for Coach Norman Black. So, all the Black People out there! "Congrats Nigga! " hahahaha. peace! Bye bye Chris Tiu! No one's gonna miss you. Joke. :)
Let me borrow ateneo's 'loser' quote: "win or lose, it's the school we choose." hahaha. ay ang baduy. :P i need to think of a loser quote that's original and doesn't sound baduy
And Here's a message for UAAP Season 72 :
WE'LL BE BACK!
push the limit. animo spirit.
repeat the animo feat.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Ninoy's Letter to Noynoy
August 25, 1973
Fort Bonifacio
11:30pm
Mr. Benigno S. Aquino III
P E R S O N A L
LIHAM NI NINOY KAY NOYNOY
My dearest Son:
One of these days , when you have completed your studies I am sure you will have the opportunity to visit many countries. And in your travels you will witness a bullfight.
In Spanish bullfighting as you know, a man – the matador – is pitted against an angry bull.
The man goads the bull to extreme anger and madness. Then a moment comes when the bull, maddened, bleeding and covered with darts, feeling his last moment has come, stops rushing about and grimly turns his face on the man with the scarlet "muleta" and sword. The Spaniards call this "the moment of truth." This is the climax of the bullfight.
This afternoon, I have arrived at my own moment of truth. After a lengthy conference with my lawyers, Senators Jovito R. Salonga and Lorenzo M. Tanada I made a very crucial and vital decision that will surely affect all our lives: mommie's, your sisters', yours and all our loved ones as well as mine.
I have decided not to participate in the proceedings of the Military Commission assigned to try the charges filed against me by the army prosecution staff. As you know, I've been charged with illegal possession of firearms, violation of RA 1700 otherwise known as the "Anti-Subversion Act" and murder.
You are still too young to grasp the full impact of my decision. Briefly: by not participating in the proceedings, I will not be represented by counsel, the prosecution will present its witnesses without any cross examinations, I will not put up any defense, I will remain passive and quiet through the entire trial and I will merely await the verdict. Inasmuch as it will be a completely one-sided affair, I suppose it is reasonable to expect the maximum penalty will be given to me. I expect to be sentenced to imprisonment the rest of my natural life, or possibly be sent to stand before a firing squad. By adopting the course of action I decided upon this afternoon, I have literally decided to walk into the very jaws of death.
You may ask: why did you do it?
Son, my decision is an act of conscience. It is an act of protest against the structures of injustice that have been imposed upon our hapless countrymen. Futile and puny, as it will surely appear to many, it is my last act of defiance against tyranny and dictatorship.
You are my only son. You carry my name and the name of my father. I have no material wealth to leave you. I never had time to make money while I was in the hire of our people.
For this I am very sorry. I had hopes of building a little nest egg for you. I bought a ranch in Masbate in the hope that after ten or fifteen years, the coconut trees I planted there would be yielding enough to assure you a modest but comfortable existence.
Unfortunately, I had to sell all our properties as I fought battle after political battle as a beleaguered member of the opposition. And after the last battle, I had more obligations than assets.
The only valuable asset I can bequeath to you now is the name you carry. I have tried my best during my years of public service to keep that name untarnished and respected, unmarked by sorry compromises for expediency. I now pass it on to you, as good, I pray, as when my father, your grandfather passed it on to me.
I prepared a statement which I intend to read before the military commission on Monday at the opening of my trial. I hope the commission members will be understanding and kind enough to allow me to read my statement into the record. This may well be my first and only participation in the entire proceedings.
In this statement, I said: Some people suggested that I beg for mercy from the present powers that be. Son, this I cannot do in conscience. I would rather die on my feet with honor, than live on bended knees in shame.
Your great grandfather, Gen. Servilliano Aquino was twice condemned to death by both the Spaniards and the American colonizers. Fortunately, he survived both by a twist of fate.
Your grandfather, my father was also imprisoned by the Americans because he loved his people more than the Americans who colonized us. He was finally vindicated. Our ancestors have shared the pains, the sorrows and the anguish of Mother Filipinas when she was in bondage.
It is a rare privilege for me to join the Motherland in the dark dungeon where she was led back by one of her own sons whom she lavished with love and glory.
I ended my statement thus: I have chosen to follow my conscience and accept the tyrant's revenge.
It takes little effort to stop a tyrant. I have no doubt in the ultimate victory of right over wrong, of evil over good, in the awakening of the Filipino.
Forgive me for passing unto your young shoulders the great responsibility for our family. I trust you will love your mother and your sisters and lavish them with the care and protection I would have given them.
I was barely fifteen years old when my father died. His death was my most traumatic experience. I loved and hero-worshipped him so much, I wanted to join him in his grave when he passed away. But as in all sorrows, eventually they are washed away by the rains of time.
In the coming years, I hope you will study very hard so that you will have a solid foundation on which to build your future. I may no longer be around to give you my fatherly advice. I have asked many of your uncles to help you along should the need arise and I pray you will have the humility to drink from their fountain of experiences.
Look after your two younger sisters with understanding and affection. Viel and Krissy will need your umbrella of protection for a long time. Krissy is still very young and fate has been most unkind to both of us. Our parting came too soon. Please make up for me. Take care of her as I would have taken care of her with patience and warm affection.
Finally, stand by your mother as she stood beside me through the buffeting winds of crisis and uncertainties firm and resolute and uncowed. I pray to God, you inherit her indomitable spirit and her rare brand of silent courage.
I had hopes of introducing you to my friends, showing you the world and guide you through the maze of survival. I am afraid, you will now have to go it alone without your guide.
The only advice I can give you: Live with honor and follow your conscience.
There is no greater nation on earth than our Motherland. No greater people than our own. Serve them with all your heart, with all your might and with all your strength.
Son, the ball is now in your hands.
Lovingly,
Dad
Remember not the face from the 500 peso bill or the name of the international airport.. rather remember the man who fought for our country's freedom from martial law, remember a hero, remember Ninoy Aquino!. :D
"On one of the long corridors of Harvard University are carved in granite the words of Archibald Macleish:
"How shall freedom be defended? By arms when it is attacked by arms; by truth when it is attacked by lies; by democratic faith when it is attacked by authoritarian dogma. Always, and in the final act, by determination and faith."
- Ninoy Aquino's Arrival Statement
Fort Bonifacio
11:30pm
Mr. Benigno S. Aquino III
P E R S O N A L
LIHAM NI NINOY KAY NOYNOY
My dearest Son:
One of these days , when you have completed your studies I am sure you will have the opportunity to visit many countries. And in your travels you will witness a bullfight.
In Spanish bullfighting as you know, a man – the matador – is pitted against an angry bull.
The man goads the bull to extreme anger and madness. Then a moment comes when the bull, maddened, bleeding and covered with darts, feeling his last moment has come, stops rushing about and grimly turns his face on the man with the scarlet "muleta" and sword. The Spaniards call this "the moment of truth." This is the climax of the bullfight.
This afternoon, I have arrived at my own moment of truth. After a lengthy conference with my lawyers, Senators Jovito R. Salonga and Lorenzo M. Tanada I made a very crucial and vital decision that will surely affect all our lives: mommie's, your sisters', yours and all our loved ones as well as mine.
I have decided not to participate in the proceedings of the Military Commission assigned to try the charges filed against me by the army prosecution staff. As you know, I've been charged with illegal possession of firearms, violation of RA 1700 otherwise known as the "Anti-Subversion Act" and murder.
You are still too young to grasp the full impact of my decision. Briefly: by not participating in the proceedings, I will not be represented by counsel, the prosecution will present its witnesses without any cross examinations, I will not put up any defense, I will remain passive and quiet through the entire trial and I will merely await the verdict. Inasmuch as it will be a completely one-sided affair, I suppose it is reasonable to expect the maximum penalty will be given to me. I expect to be sentenced to imprisonment the rest of my natural life, or possibly be sent to stand before a firing squad. By adopting the course of action I decided upon this afternoon, I have literally decided to walk into the very jaws of death.
You may ask: why did you do it?
Son, my decision is an act of conscience. It is an act of protest against the structures of injustice that have been imposed upon our hapless countrymen. Futile and puny, as it will surely appear to many, it is my last act of defiance against tyranny and dictatorship.
You are my only son. You carry my name and the name of my father. I have no material wealth to leave you. I never had time to make money while I was in the hire of our people.
For this I am very sorry. I had hopes of building a little nest egg for you. I bought a ranch in Masbate in the hope that after ten or fifteen years, the coconut trees I planted there would be yielding enough to assure you a modest but comfortable existence.
Unfortunately, I had to sell all our properties as I fought battle after political battle as a beleaguered member of the opposition. And after the last battle, I had more obligations than assets.
The only valuable asset I can bequeath to you now is the name you carry. I have tried my best during my years of public service to keep that name untarnished and respected, unmarked by sorry compromises for expediency. I now pass it on to you, as good, I pray, as when my father, your grandfather passed it on to me.
I prepared a statement which I intend to read before the military commission on Monday at the opening of my trial. I hope the commission members will be understanding and kind enough to allow me to read my statement into the record. This may well be my first and only participation in the entire proceedings.
In this statement, I said: Some people suggested that I beg for mercy from the present powers that be. Son, this I cannot do in conscience. I would rather die on my feet with honor, than live on bended knees in shame.
Your great grandfather, Gen. Servilliano Aquino was twice condemned to death by both the Spaniards and the American colonizers. Fortunately, he survived both by a twist of fate.
Your grandfather, my father was also imprisoned by the Americans because he loved his people more than the Americans who colonized us. He was finally vindicated. Our ancestors have shared the pains, the sorrows and the anguish of Mother Filipinas when she was in bondage.
It is a rare privilege for me to join the Motherland in the dark dungeon where she was led back by one of her own sons whom she lavished with love and glory.
I ended my statement thus: I have chosen to follow my conscience and accept the tyrant's revenge.
It takes little effort to stop a tyrant. I have no doubt in the ultimate victory of right over wrong, of evil over good, in the awakening of the Filipino.
Forgive me for passing unto your young shoulders the great responsibility for our family. I trust you will love your mother and your sisters and lavish them with the care and protection I would have given them.
I was barely fifteen years old when my father died. His death was my most traumatic experience. I loved and hero-worshipped him so much, I wanted to join him in his grave when he passed away. But as in all sorrows, eventually they are washed away by the rains of time.
In the coming years, I hope you will study very hard so that you will have a solid foundation on which to build your future. I may no longer be around to give you my fatherly advice. I have asked many of your uncles to help you along should the need arise and I pray you will have the humility to drink from their fountain of experiences.
Look after your two younger sisters with understanding and affection. Viel and Krissy will need your umbrella of protection for a long time. Krissy is still very young and fate has been most unkind to both of us. Our parting came too soon. Please make up for me. Take care of her as I would have taken care of her with patience and warm affection.
Finally, stand by your mother as she stood beside me through the buffeting winds of crisis and uncertainties firm and resolute and uncowed. I pray to God, you inherit her indomitable spirit and her rare brand of silent courage.
I had hopes of introducing you to my friends, showing you the world and guide you through the maze of survival. I am afraid, you will now have to go it alone without your guide.
The only advice I can give you: Live with honor and follow your conscience.
There is no greater nation on earth than our Motherland. No greater people than our own. Serve them with all your heart, with all your might and with all your strength.
Son, the ball is now in your hands.
Lovingly,
Dad
Remember not the face from the 500 peso bill or the name of the international airport.. rather remember the man who fought for our country's freedom from martial law, remember a hero, remember Ninoy Aquino!. :D
"On one of the long corridors of Harvard University are carved in granite the words of Archibald Macleish:
"How shall freedom be defended? By arms when it is attacked by arms; by truth when it is attacked by lies; by democratic faith when it is attacked by authoritarian dogma. Always, and in the final act, by determination and faith."
- Ninoy Aquino's Arrival Statement
Thursday, August 7, 2008
National Hero or Not?
"JP Rizal: A National Hero or Zero?"
Probably one of the most debatable issues until today is Jose Rizal’s legitimacy as the Philippine’s National Hero. Renato Constantino, a historian, wrote the Veneration without Understanding which constitutes the main arguments refuting Rizal as the national hero. He provided points such as Rizal being appointed by the American as the national hero, Rizal being an illustrado, Rizal being against revolution, Rizal going to other countries while his motherland is stricken by poverty and cruelty from the Spaniards and Rizal’s alleged letter of retraction. His article became controversial. On the contrary, Armando Malay wrote the Veneration with Understanding as a response to Constantino’s article. He gave an answer to every argument that Constantino had pointed out. He made a good rebuttal to disprove the Veneration without understanding.
Taking into consideration the two articles, I have managed to gain my own insights and my own understanding regarding the matter. First, I believe that it is also a good thing that Renato Constantino came out with the Veneration without Understanding. For me, it is an eye-opener and a wake-up call as well for us Filipinos to be involved with issues concerning our beloved country. If it wasn’t for his article, Filipinos would not even try to scrutinize or discover why Rizal became our national hero. The article taught us not just to accept certain concepts and ideologies, rather we should learn to dig deeper to the meaning and reason behind it. He also made a point when Rizal was appointed by the Americans as the national hero. I believe that there was really a poor representation of the Filipinos when the voting for the national hero was done. Only selected Americans and Filipino elites were given the chance to vote. On the other hand, Armando Malay gave the answer to the questions that were brought out after the article was published. His article presented the facts that are needed to understand why Rizal deserved to be the national hero of the country. He was able to made good justifications on his stand. He stated in his article that prior to the proclamation of Rizal as the national hero Filipinos were already celebrating Rizal’s heroism. The KKK also has a high regard for Rizal even though he was not a part of their revolution.
My conviction on the controversy about Rizal’s legitimacy as the national hero is still in between. I shall discuss briefly my take on each side.
Rizal somehow contradicts himself in refusing to support the revolution. Did he not understand the consequences of publishing Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo? What is his reason for publishing his novels if he did not want a revolution? It seems that Rizal did not really want independence from our colonizers. Can it be true that his dramatic death just magnified his heroism? On the other side, Rizal reminded me of this quote: “The ink of the scholar is more sacred than the blood of the martyrs.” ---Muhammad. One does not need shedding of blood to liberate one’s country. Take into account the case of Mahatma Gandhi of India; he managed to make the Great Britain bow down without any force. Also, Rizal showed that choices make big differences. He made a stand; he weaved words into masterpieces and shared it to the Filipinos to open the dormant nationalistic hearts of his fellowmen. His spark of ideas brought about inspiration and motivation for the Filipinos not to let themselves be abused and helped them stand up to their own feet.
Whether Rizal deserves to be the national hero or not is still a nation-wide debate that would go on for a long time but the truth that Rizal loved our country is without a doubt and is unquestionable. I believe that if Rizal is still alive up to this very moment, he would not care being a national hero or not. All he ever wanted was to give back to his homeland, and I’m quite sure that our motherland embraces Rizal’s unwavering love. National hero or not, Jose Protacio Mercado Rizal y Alonso Realondo will forever remain in the minds and hearts of the Filipinos. And that is a fact that cannot be refuted anymore.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
The choice of friends matter
I would rather have friends who don’t believe in everything I say than a friend who believes in hearsays about me.
I would rather make friends with someone who shares his or her self with me than someone who tells his or her whole life’s story with me. I do not need to know everything about you, I just need to know you.
Your friends are going to be the people whom you will share your life with for a long long time. Might as well choose the RIGHT friends than waste your precious time with individuals who do not deserve to be called 'friends'.
I would rather make friends with someone who shares his or her self with me than someone who tells his or her whole life’s story with me. I do not need to know everything about you, I just need to know you.
Your friends are going to be the people whom you will share your life with for a long long time. Might as well choose the RIGHT friends than waste your precious time with individuals who do not deserve to be called 'friends'.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Friends
"The best mirror is an old friend." - George Herbert
"Tell me who your friends are and I'll tell you who you are."
"The only reward of virtue is virtue; the only way to have a friend is to be one."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
"It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
"True happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in their worth and choice."
"One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives."
- Euripides, Greek playwright
"Misfortune shows those who are not really friends."
- Aristotle
- Samuel Johnston
Those are just some of the famous quotes about friendship.
"Tell me who your friends are and I'll tell you who you are."
"The only reward of virtue is virtue; the only way to have a friend is to be one."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
"It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
"True happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in their worth and choice."
"One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives."
- Euripides, Greek playwright
"Misfortune shows those who are not really friends."
- Aristotle
- Samuel Johnston
Those are just some of the famous quotes about friendship.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
untitled
"They say you'll never know the true meaning of something unless you have experienced it yourself."
[to be continued...]
[to be continued...]
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
A solution to all
Is your life in deep shit?
Are your dilemmas seem unbearable?
Do you have a burden that's too heavy for you to carry?
If you think everything's all fucked up.
If you're desperate and in need
for immediate solution to all of your problems.
Don't worry.
There's an answer to all your prayers,
a solution to all your predicaments.
Introducing, FUKITOL!
haha
Just fukitol!
Are your dilemmas seem unbearable?
Do you have a burden that's too heavy for you to carry?
If you think everything's all fucked up.
If you're desperate and in need
for immediate solution to all of your problems.
Don't worry.
There's an answer to all your prayers,
a solution to all your predicaments.
Introducing, FUKITOL!
haha
Just fukitol!
Sunday, June 15, 2008
for my father
Dad,
thank you for being half the reason why i exist. (the other half is mom)
thank you for all the sacrifices that you have done for our family,
thank you for the times that you had to give up your happiness
just for our sake.
thank you very much for loving us without any condition at all.
thank you for just being you.
for being the imperfect dad that you are, thank you.
for being stubborn as ass sometimes, thank you.
for scolding me when i became too naughty, thank you.
for the times that you give us everything that we want while you don't get yours.
i remember when i was young, i always ask you to buy me chocolate everytime you go home from work. and you always did, thank you.
i will always be the son who'll keep on waiting for his dad and his pasalubong, a chocolate bar. :)
Dad, Papa, Tatay, Itay, you will always be my father and nothing can ever change that. :)
I love you Dad.
P.S.
Dad, i need money now. haha
send me some. haha
kidding'. :))
thank you for being half the reason why i exist. (the other half is mom)
thank you for all the sacrifices that you have done for our family,
thank you for the times that you had to give up your happiness
just for our sake.
thank you very much for loving us without any condition at all.
thank you for just being you.
for being the imperfect dad that you are, thank you.
for being stubborn as ass sometimes, thank you.
for scolding me when i became too naughty, thank you.
for the times that you give us everything that we want while you don't get yours.
i remember when i was young, i always ask you to buy me chocolate everytime you go home from work. and you always did, thank you.
i will always be the son who'll keep on waiting for his dad and his pasalubong, a chocolate bar. :)
Dad, Papa, Tatay, Itay, you will always be my father and nothing can ever change that. :)
I love you Dad.
P.S.
Dad, i need money now. haha
send me some. haha
kidding'. :))
Sunday, June 8, 2008
three straight partying weeks
alchemy-ascend-embassy.
i couldn't believe myself that i did this.
three consecutive weeks of non-stop partying (and drinking?).
hahaha.
am i now becoming a party animal? haha. maybe.
but hey, i'm young and single so there's nothing wrong with partying. hahaha.
seriously though, i'm happy that i act my age and not a trying-hard-to-be-adult-because-of-college. hahaha. :)
i'm glad that for those partying nights, i managed to set aside the stresses and pressures coming from different factors.
weeee..
car, sa birthday mo ah? jager tayo! hahahaha. :D
+ a party goer is not a wild child. +
"Let the spontaneity of youth take over you. Be yourself. Release your inhibitions. Live the good life. "
i couldn't believe myself that i did this.
three consecutive weeks of non-stop partying (and drinking?).
hahaha.
am i now becoming a party animal? haha. maybe.
but hey, i'm young and single so there's nothing wrong with partying. hahaha.
seriously though, i'm happy that i act my age and not a trying-hard-to-be-adult-because-of-college. hahaha. :)
i'm glad that for those partying nights, i managed to set aside the stresses and pressures coming from different factors.
weeee..
car, sa birthday mo ah? jager tayo! hahahaha. :D
+ a party goer is not a wild child. +
"Let the spontaneity of youth take over you. Be yourself. Release your inhibitions. Live the good life. "
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Friday Adventure- May 23, 2008
It was Friday and only 3 days away before another hell term begins. Haha. Luckily, I was able to maximize my last few days of “vacation”. It was undoubtly an adventure to remember.
My day began when i went to BPI Makati to meet up with my aunt. When I arrived there, I found out she was not there. haha. Her office is at the 14th floor of the building and to find out that i went there for nothing is a little bit of disappointing. haha. So, i sent her a text message and she called back instructing me to go to delifrance. Upon arriving at delifrance, we talked for a few minutes, and when I was about to leave, she gave me money. weeeeh. haha. Yes, natuwa na ako dun!
As I was walking towards greenbelt, my mom called and we had the usual conversation, the kamustahan and all. Then I told her that I'm going to DLSU to enrol myself. She also told me to ride a bus going to buendia, and then ride a jeep to DLSU. And it's cool because I only get to pay 18 pesos as compared to riding the LRT and MRT just to get to DLSU from ayala. haha. Nakatipid pa, ayos!
At DLSU, I saw lots of people outside the accounting office.The seats outside the acc'tng office are fully occupied so other's are standing. The enrolment procedure is slower than usual maybe because of the number of people that they're handling on that day.
After enrolment, I rode the LRT to EDSA Taft, then rode the MRT to Shaw. (Yes! Mejo magaling na akong magcommute.) At Shaw, i went inside EDSA Shang because Car is inside waiting. :p We met up there and after a few minutes, walked our way to MEGAMALL just to buy a pouch and another stuff.haha. Wala naman kasing mura sa Shang e. :D After purchasing the pouch, we went to Krispy Kreme to eat doughnuts of course. Nilibre ako ni Car, wohoo!
Then, we went back to Shang. We were to meet Migs by 5:00pm. We're a few hours early so we kill time by going inside some shops, and by walking all around the mall. We decided to eat some ice cream at Haagen Dazs. This time, I treated car. She had a single scoop of dulce de leche and I had the usual, Macadamia Nut. We took our time savoring the ice cream. hahaha. After eating ice cream, we walked and we walked some more, it's a walkathon for short. By 4:30pm (?), Migs finally arrived but we're still waiting for jeatte, corrine and tasha. Knowing tasha, we know she'll be late. hahaha. peace tasha. We stayed at Le Coeur de France and took some pictures using Mig's new phone, N95. So Cool pala ng n95. haha. After such time, we saw wilex! Hoy wilex, nakita ka naman. hahaha. :D ehem! wala lang.
It was pass 6pm when jeatte arrived, we stayed for a while at Shang but eventually, decided to go to Mig's house and just let corinne and tasha go to mig's house by a taxi ride. At Mig's house, we ate pizza for dinner. wooh. i miss pizza. :) I think tasha and corinne arrived at about 8:30?! haha. Then, we take vanity to its peak again by taking lots of pictures at mig's wonderful house. fyi : si mig's may bagong phone, bagong pc and bagong laptop. PM me if you want to kidnap him.
We left mig's house at around 9:40pm and we arrived at Alchemy by almost 11:00pm. Cool, maganda rin pala sa alchemy. Though di masyadong maganda ang location nya. Before entering Alchemy, we met up with Drew first. It was already 11:00pm but there wasn't many people inside. We we're supposed to find a seat pero 10,000 pesos pala ang babayaran for the VIP seats. But at least drew was able to find a seat that's for free. :) Bumili na lang kami ng drinks namin. :D It was pass 12:00pm when we got to party! wohhoooo! Party like there's no classes on Monday! hahaha. :) It was so fun though I don't feel the sound system. May part pa nga na may gap yung music eh. yung parang tumalon?. haha. :D
It's great to party with your friends, nakakatanggal ng stress! :D Next time ulit! haha.
My day began when i went to BPI Makati to meet up with my aunt. When I arrived there, I found out she was not there. haha. Her office is at the 14th floor of the building and to find out that i went there for nothing is a little bit of disappointing. haha. So, i sent her a text message and she called back instructing me to go to delifrance. Upon arriving at delifrance, we talked for a few minutes, and when I was about to leave, she gave me money. weeeeh. haha. Yes, natuwa na ako dun!
As I was walking towards greenbelt, my mom called and we had the usual conversation, the kamustahan and all. Then I told her that I'm going to DLSU to enrol myself. She also told me to ride a bus going to buendia, and then ride a jeep to DLSU. And it's cool because I only get to pay 18 pesos as compared to riding the LRT and MRT just to get to DLSU from ayala. haha. Nakatipid pa, ayos!
At DLSU, I saw lots of people outside the accounting office.The seats outside the acc'tng office are fully occupied so other's are standing. The enrolment procedure is slower than usual maybe because of the number of people that they're handling on that day.
After enrolment, I rode the LRT to EDSA Taft, then rode the MRT to Shaw. (Yes! Mejo magaling na akong magcommute.) At Shaw, i went inside EDSA Shang because Car is inside waiting. :p We met up there and after a few minutes, walked our way to MEGAMALL just to buy a pouch and another stuff.haha. Wala naman kasing mura sa Shang e. :D After purchasing the pouch, we went to Krispy Kreme to eat doughnuts of course. Nilibre ako ni Car, wohoo!
Then, we went back to Shang. We were to meet Migs by 5:00pm. We're a few hours early so we kill time by going inside some shops, and by walking all around the mall. We decided to eat some ice cream at Haagen Dazs. This time, I treated car. She had a single scoop of dulce de leche and I had the usual, Macadamia Nut. We took our time savoring the ice cream. hahaha. After eating ice cream, we walked and we walked some more, it's a walkathon for short. By 4:30pm (?), Migs finally arrived but we're still waiting for jeatte, corrine and tasha. Knowing tasha, we know she'll be late. hahaha. peace tasha. We stayed at Le Coeur de France and took some pictures using Mig's new phone, N95. So Cool pala ng n95. haha. After such time, we saw wilex! Hoy wilex, nakita ka naman. hahaha. :D ehem! wala lang.
It was pass 6pm when jeatte arrived, we stayed for a while at Shang but eventually, decided to go to Mig's house and just let corinne and tasha go to mig's house by a taxi ride. At Mig's house, we ate pizza for dinner. wooh. i miss pizza. :) I think tasha and corinne arrived at about 8:30?! haha. Then, we take vanity to its peak again by taking lots of pictures at mig's wonderful house. fyi : si mig's may bagong phone, bagong pc and bagong laptop. PM me if you want to kidnap him.
We left mig's house at around 9:40pm and we arrived at Alchemy by almost 11:00pm. Cool, maganda rin pala sa alchemy. Though di masyadong maganda ang location nya. Before entering Alchemy, we met up with Drew first. It was already 11:00pm but there wasn't many people inside. We we're supposed to find a seat pero 10,000 pesos pala ang babayaran for the VIP seats. But at least drew was able to find a seat that's for free. :) Bumili na lang kami ng drinks namin. :D It was pass 12:00pm when we got to party! wohhoooo! Party like there's no classes on Monday! hahaha. :) It was so fun though I don't feel the sound system. May part pa nga na may gap yung music eh. yung parang tumalon?. haha. :D
It's great to party with your friends, nakakatanggal ng stress! :D Next time ulit! haha.
Friday, May 16, 2008
parentless this summer
disclaimer :
this blogpost won't inspire you and won't be of help to you. so, if you still want to read this, then go on. hahaha.
my mom and my brother are not here in the philippines
which leaves us (my other brother and i), parentless.
in some ways, it's kinda cool.
you know, without the "sermons" that sometimes come out of nowhere,
and all the "do this, do that" or the "don't-you-know-how-to-fix-your-bed?" taglines of my mom.
when i first realized that my mom's going for a vacation,
i said to myself "Great! I'll get even more stuck here at home since I have to take care
of a lot of stuffs including taming my wild brother. lmao."
well, indeed i was right.
haha.
but it's okay.
at least, she gave me money. haha.
but then, she gave me the responsibility to allocate the budget for daily market expenses
and so on.
it's cool coz' i get to be the boss of the house. haha. though no one seems to care even my own brother. haha. kiddin'.
i am really bored right now,
i'm all alone in the room doing nothing.
and my brother (who was supposed to be with me right now) is somewhere out there beneath the sun probably swimming and having fun.
yes, he's gone with his friends. and they went some far place just to have a swim.
ahaha.
so here i am, literally alone.
dad's not here
mom's not here
paolo's not here
anton's not here.
while i rot myself here at home.
should i go to the mall?
should i watch a movie?
i should.
but i can't.
haha.
weeeeeee.
pero one of these days,
kailangan kong maglakwatsa.
this blogpost won't inspire you and won't be of help to you. so, if you still want to read this, then go on. hahaha.
my mom and my brother are not here in the philippines
which leaves us (my other brother and i), parentless.
in some ways, it's kinda cool.
you know, without the "sermons" that sometimes come out of nowhere,
and all the "do this, do that" or the "don't-you-know-how-to-fix-your-bed?" taglines of my mom.
when i first realized that my mom's going for a vacation,
i said to myself "Great! I'll get even more stuck here at home since I have to take care
of a lot of stuffs including taming my wild brother. lmao."
well, indeed i was right.
haha.
but it's okay.
at least, she gave me money. haha.
but then, she gave me the responsibility to allocate the budget for daily market expenses
and so on.
it's cool coz' i get to be the boss of the house. haha. though no one seems to care even my own brother. haha. kiddin'.
i am really bored right now,
i'm all alone in the room doing nothing.
and my brother (who was supposed to be with me right now) is somewhere out there beneath the sun probably swimming and having fun.
yes, he's gone with his friends. and they went some far place just to have a swim.
ahaha.
so here i am, literally alone.
dad's not here
mom's not here
paolo's not here
anton's not here.
while i rot myself here at home.
should i go to the mall?
should i watch a movie?
i should.
but i can't.
haha.
weeeeeee.
pero one of these days,
kailangan kong maglakwatsa.
Friday, May 2, 2008
it's not normal to be normal
nobody is normal.
we just all differ in our level of abnormalities.
haha.
sorry, senseless post.
we just all differ in our level of abnormalities.
haha.
sorry, senseless post.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
my summer class info
As if anybody would care about my summer hahaha.
Wala lang. Since I don't have anything to do right now, I'll post my summer sched na lang. :))
Note: This is what boredom can do. hahaha.
Wala lang. Since I don't have anything to do right now, I'll post my summer sched na lang. :))
Note: This is what boredom can do. hahaha.
Writing is my soul
"Writing is more than a best friend, a lover, a mother, a father, a brother or a sister. It is your heart and soul reflected on a piece of paper, weaved into strings of words, and personified through your trusty pen."
Writing has always been a part of me. I carry it inside my heart every single day. Like a shadow, it is with me all the time.
Growing up, I never thought that I'd learn to love writing.
When I was still young, I never had that inclination to write my heart out. For me, writing was just a school activity done at school and left at school.
I was not exactly sure when our how I started to love writing. It came to me in just a flash. The next thing I knew is that I begin writing poems and essays, and blogging. I didn't even know that I am actually making sense with what I write back then. I just write and write and write till my pen runs out of ink or till my fingers got tired of pressing the keys of the keyboard.
I am not a grammar police nor a punctuation checker. I have no particular standards into what I write. I have this understanding of writing : "Writing is not perfected through correct spelling, excellent grammar, and longetivity of composition. It is through the unity of a person's heart, mind and soul that one writes the best."
Writing is neither my profession nor a simple pass time, it is who I am. It is my outlet of my thoughts and emotions. It is my counselor when I have problems, my guide when I'm at lost, and my sanctuary when there's no other person that I can turn to.
I may not be an exceptional writer but the hell I care, I don't write to impress rather I write to express.
People may not understand the way I truly am but I need not to explain anything to them. Let them be perplexed and be baffled by the mystery of being me. :)
J'adore writing! :)
To everyone who loves to write : Never let go of your love for writing. It will take you places even without lifting a foot. Just write, write and write.
Writing has always been a part of me. I carry it inside my heart every single day. Like a shadow, it is with me all the time.
Growing up, I never thought that I'd learn to love writing.
When I was still young, I never had that inclination to write my heart out. For me, writing was just a school activity done at school and left at school.
I was not exactly sure when our how I started to love writing. It came to me in just a flash. The next thing I knew is that I begin writing poems and essays, and blogging. I didn't even know that I am actually making sense with what I write back then. I just write and write and write till my pen runs out of ink or till my fingers got tired of pressing the keys of the keyboard.
I am not a grammar police nor a punctuation checker. I have no particular standards into what I write. I have this understanding of writing : "Writing is not perfected through correct spelling, excellent grammar, and longetivity of composition. It is through the unity of a person's heart, mind and soul that one writes the best."
Writing is neither my profession nor a simple pass time, it is who I am. It is my outlet of my thoughts and emotions. It is my counselor when I have problems, my guide when I'm at lost, and my sanctuary when there's no other person that I can turn to.
I may not be an exceptional writer but the hell I care, I don't write to impress rather I write to express.
People may not understand the way I truly am but I need not to explain anything to them. Let them be perplexed and be baffled by the mystery of being me. :)
J'adore writing! :)
To everyone who loves to write : Never let go of your love for writing. It will take you places even without lifting a foot. Just write, write and write.
POETRY : Like Glue
[wrote this poem more than a year ago]
Your face is worth a thousand w o r d s
You're beautiful beyond all worlds.
You seem so perfect,
while I need a quality check.
We're standing in the same horizon,
But it feels like we're in different dimensions.
My hands want to caress you,
I'm stuck on you like glue.
But you don't even care,
As if i was never there.
Between us is a line you drew,
Keeping me far from you.
You made me feel all the pains of hell,
You made my heart bleed and swell.
Of all the hurts you've given me,
I can't find a way to get angry.
I don't know if I'm in love with you,
I don't really have a clue.
But this I believe that's true,
I'm stuck on you like glue.
Your face is worth a thousand w o r d s
You're beautiful beyond all worlds.
You seem so perfect,
while I need a quality check.
We're standing in the same horizon,
But it feels like we're in different dimensions.
My hands want to caress you,
I'm stuck on you like glue.
But you don't even care,
As if i was never there.
Between us is a line you drew,
Keeping me far from you.
You made me feel all the pains of hell,
You made my heart bleed and swell.
Of all the hurts you've given me,
I can't find a way to get angry.
I don't know if I'm in love with you,
I don't really have a clue.
But this I believe that's true,
I'm stuck on you like glue.
Monday, April 14, 2008
state of ennui
i am BORED.
and i'm feeling LAZY too.
i am at the verge of sheer desperation into doing anything just so that i won't be B-O-R-E-D anymore. joke. OA naman.hahaha.
well, pardon me for my rantings but i am just so freakin' bored. :D
can anyone amuse me right now?! hahaha. :D
and i'm feeling LAZY too.
i am at the verge of sheer desperation into doing anything just so that i won't be B-O-R-E-D anymore. joke. OA naman.hahaha.
well, pardon me for my rantings but i am just so freakin' bored. :D
can anyone amuse me right now?! hahaha. :D
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