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.

it's not normal to be normal

nobody is normal.
we just all differ in our level of abnormalities.

haha.

sorry, senseless post.

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.

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.

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.

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

my grandfather's quotable quotes

these 'quotes' came from my grandfather, Luis Salvador's letter to my grandmother. Friends, year 1940 ang letter na ito! hahaha.


"In fact, I have it known to you preciously that my only happiness or my only happiest moments in Manila is when I write you something. You might say I am foolish and that you can not believe because it is really hard to believe...and to imagine what other people can do"


"But here is what I do to get the thrill whenever I write to you: I always place myself in such a situation that I seem to see you in person before I begin writing. Then, as I start writing, I consider myself talking to you face to face. So that everything I say in my letter I always mean to say them all to you. "

"I fully understand that women must not only follow, but also make their own decision to retain their dignity. Although in most cases, their opinion is likely absorbed for some better reasons." (hahahaha.. lolo tlga)

"Make up your mind and uncover your opinion. Don't consult anybody else and have full confidence on our "three best friends - sound judgement, caution and common sense. I believe in your well developed faculties, besides, I love you so much that I trust you my destiny." aaaaw... mushy!

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from a different letter from my grandpa

"Nobody is a master of time as well as no one else can master time."