 | About Me | Jan 27, 2007 |
A quiet place where i write down what i feel, experiences, hopes, dreams and wants. This might not exactly define who i am, but its a start. I have been a resident of this site for nearly 2years and i am looking forward of staying here for alot of years to come... Life is not always what it seems, so sometimes, we all need to sugar-coat..**some entries are for contacts only*** -0- I was awaken by the vibration of my phone and said my husky-i-am-sleeping-so-call-me-back voice. I picked up my phone without even checking whose calling because my eyes were too tired to open, and then i heard a lady shouting on the other line... I first thought she is somewhere part of my dream and i cannot, honestly, understand what she was talking about. I was about to go back to sleep when i she shouted "PU*A ka" three times. In my half asleep and half awake state, i asked " cno to?!" and then she began her never ending shouting and cursing until i decided that she is not worth my time, So i hung up the phone and went back to sleep.
I then received 10 messages from this person after which gave me a bloody headache.
This person is not worth a space in this blog and i have no intention of giving her more spotlight but I will be a liar if i will tell you i wasnt intrigued with her nasty comments and unfathomed accusation. Who would never be intrigued if a stranger accused me of being a "husband stealer" ?
all of her text messages are actually saying either one of the following... - I am a bitch... (she specifically say whore, but i prefer bitch.)
- I am stupid enough to agree on having a relationship with a married man
- I stole her husband and she will do everything to get her husband back.
I cannot stop myself from laughing at her text messages. I mean seriously? She is so out of her mind right?
Anyways, I replied, because i am bored and i have alot of free text allocations, "who is your husband?"
And instead of answering my question, she repeatedly tell me those three things i mentioned above. I never spent a peso on her again and add her in my blocked call list... My golly, she is C-R-A-Z-Y!
On that thought however comes a question, until when should we fight for someone we love? Is it really worth the fight?
Can we change for the person we love or can we accept if they "CANNOT" change for us?
A friend of mine pinged me in YM one day. She said she left her husband on new year's eve and she is confused which course to take. She asked me, is it time to let him go or fight for him. And i said, I cannot answer the question for her, not only because it is a personal problem i want her and her husband to talk about privately but also because i do not want to make decisions for her she will regret later on.
Matrimony is something out of my league. What i know though, considering my experience from my parents, it is a give and take relationship. Sometimes, one has to give more, and one has to receive less but most of the time, the basis of a long relationship is not on how much one give and how much one receives but rather, a relationship of acceptance that all of us has flaws and love conquers all that. When love will be replaced by hate, and the door of understanding will be closed, the only feeling left in pandora's box is ACCEPTANCE. Accepting that there is no perfect relationship.
Let me share to you this status message from my waive mate in facebook and i quote. "Men marry women with the hope that they will never change. Women marry men with the hope that they will change. Invaribly they are both disappointed." 
|  | Since i will be spending Christmas and New Year here in Manila, I had organized a Pizza Party for my waive mates and trainer one afternoon of December 17.
Konti lang ang mga dumating but we had so much fun. I hope we can do this again next time... :)
Thanks for people who came despite all odds. You made my Christmas wonderful.
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I mean seriously, why do we HAVE to when we know that sooner or later, we will get hurt? Is love really worth all the pain? Can love really override the mind that is why we do stupid things because of it? Why the hell was that feeling exists anyways?! We all know that love has risks, obstacles, and a possible heart-breaking-life-threatening situation but there are still a lot of us, me included, who dared to enter the realm and get drunk with the feeling no matter how short it will be. Then, we wake up one day with hangover, heart broken and our world stops turning.  The bitterness of this entry was brought about by the realization how empty my life is and how stupid I was not to control my heart from going overboard. Don’t worry, I still believe in happy ending, I just cannot think of happy thoughts right now considering my heart is in pieces so I decided to dwell so much on my misfortunate love conquest. All signs are flashing on my face, all precautions were given to me by my frie nds, but here I am, addicted to this person who never even realizes I am capable of loving, that I am a person with feelings, a person who secretly loves him, and a person who is will ing to give him everything. When can I stop myself from loving this person? When can I finally admit to myself that it is IMPOSSIBLE and this so called LOVE is plain STUPIDITY? When can I finally move on? WHEN? On the other hand, when will he realize that I am not just someone he can torture, a person he can talk to, a FRIEND… When will he realize that I can be more than those? WHEN? Hopefully soon. Because after accepting the fact that I fall out of love (again) I need time to recuperate for my heart to be ready to fall in and out of love again and hopefully next time, ill get lucky. i had composed this entry weeks ago but it is only now that i have time to post it.
I was home in Bacolod last November 19-23 just because i miss my parents and i wanted to take the opportunity to be with them whenever possible because of the fact that i will not be home for holidays.
As usual, i texted and chatted with my college best friend Punky about the details for my flight. She was even the first one to know about my plans of going home. She also serve, most of the time, my public informant because she will always blast the dates of my arrival in facebook. Punky is also my schedule planner because i always coordinate with her on what date should we (me, lala and her) meet whenever i visit home.
And so, we agreed to meet at SM on a Friday afternoon because Punky and I agreed to watch New Moon, the twilight sequel. She and I enjoyed the prequel of this movie and wanted to experience the hype for watching it on big screen. We even reserve tickets... Or at least, punky did. :) I was surprised to see Punky's Boyfriend Romeo when she and i met at SM Department store. We met up with lala who came from work at Shakey's SM, our place to be and was more surprise when they (the couple) foot the bill. Too bad Lala has work the next day so she went home early for beauty rest and she admits never liked twilight series. I was most surprised when Punky refused my payment for the New Moon ticket she bought for me. Thanks again punx. :) After the movie, i went and meet with my mom and we continued my window shopping with her.
I was scheduled to go home Monday morning when Punky, Romeo and I met again in SM. I was waiting for my cousin Nang Bambi when punky spotted me and relayed to me the good news. I actually have the hint since she message me in facebook but its still different when I heard it directly from her. Romeo proposed and she accepted. I shouted Oh My God so loudly that i somehow draw some attention.  They were officially engaged a day before we met at Shakey's and they were to shy to share with us the good news. Punky will tie the knot October of next year and she will be my second college barkada who will get marry. Hooray! Congratulations Punky and Romeo, You made such a great couple.
xoxo
Sunday night, I went and meet up with my two other High School Friends. We decided to eat at the new Chalet restaurant in L'Fisher Hotel.
My schedule for that day was very hectic. I went to church with my family in the morning, have a relaxing and overpriced massage and since our meeting time at dinner is around 6:00pm, i decided to drop by Bob's Cafe for frappe and was surprised when i met ellen and her friend there. Ellen went home to get her car and I went with her. Thanks to her friend for sending us home.
Chalet restaurant is a chic rooftop restaurant situated at the new building of L'Fisher. I was very amazed with how classy the place is. When I enter the building, I can smell the scent of sophistication and see elegance of the furnitures and fixtures. The elevator is a bit small though and the hotel only has four floors, plus the rooftop. We head directly to rooftop, our main destination for the evening. Micay was already waiting for us there. On the rooftop, you can see the Olympic size pool for guests and a bar at the left side of it where guests can order drinks while on the plunge. at the right side is the restaurant.
The size of the restaurant is not huge but it is airy and tables were placed in an acceptable distance that gave diners a bit of privacy. The ambiance was superb but i cannot say the same with their food. Its overpriced. We paid more for less. It would have been justified if the food tastes delicious, however we were very disappointed that the food tastes as mundane as those sold in other restaurant at an affordable price.
Good thing, Ellen's Angkong (grandfather) who was also dinning at Chalet the same time we were was there for the rescue. He was the one who paid for our bill when Ellen mentioned about how overpriced the food was. Thank You Angkong.
After our dinner at Chalet, we feast upon pastries at the nearby Calea. Calea is situated adjacent to L'Fisher. Calea was crowded at a Sunday evening. I drank my second frappe that day and ate pistachio mocha cake (yum!) and we continued our catching up moments. Spending time with high school friends is so much fun in a small city where people knows almost everyone. After our pig out sessions, and our eyes are weary enough because of our full stomach and long day, we decided to call it a night.
Before we leave Calea, I was able to meet my ex-teammate and still my demeon, Rhomron, who happen to pass by Calea to get his car after he went to dinner at L'Fisher. (should i tell? i shouldnt! haha) We had a little chit chat before he offered me a ride home which i didnt refuse. Love you Rom. Mishu. :)
xoxo
I was at Silay airport waiting for my flight when I read Cess' plurk about Charisse giving birth. Charisse is my High School batch mate and ex-officemate. I then texted Cess about the details of when Charisse gave birth, which hospital, and when will she go and visit. She and Rocy plan to visit Charisse on Tuesday afternoon, which was okey for me despite the fact that i just flew from Ba colod to Manila and went straight to work Monday evening.
After meeting Rocy at Libis, the three of us went and visit Charisse and said hello to Charisse and Mike's son, John Cedric.
Charisse and Micheal got married a few months ago and now, they are  welcoming their cute little son who gave his mom 16hours worth of labor and a trip to Cesarean section. Upon arriving at the hospital and finally met Charisse and Mike's son, i cannot help but envy them. Babies are always a sign of blessing because not all of us can make one, much more has the will to carry it in the womb. While seeing Charisse carry JC on her arms, i can see how her eyes twinkle and how protective her embrace is. She is officially a mother. Wow. A mother.
Congratulations To Charisse and Mike. Welcome to the world, John Cedric. xoxo Did you know that an average male thinks about “sex” 50% of the time, while sex maniacs think about it at 101% of the time while other male with other priorities than that and gets some of it from time to time are considered “abnormal” because they think about it less than 50% of the day. That is what I learned from SG. And I can just imagine the smile on his face when he read this. SG and I are what people call friends, but in a wavelength more than just ordinary. Our levels of thinking are at opposite ends making it very impossible for some to understand each other but with us, whether things are hidden behind the bush or are spanking us on the face, we always know the meaning of what one is talking about, except only if he is using an old tagalong or weird acronyms or I am misspelling words, but everything is understood. I can also say that SG and I are into a mentor mentee relationship. SG was the one who opened my eyes with a lot of things happening in the world that I surely don’t know about. He taught me patiently as I am a self proclaimed slow learner on certain topics especially when it comes to “life”. He is a teacher who never mocks me when I make mistake, encourage me to gulp some bitter pill of reality and praise me whenever I am making some progress. I could not even remember when our so called relationship even started. Of all my guy (straight) friends here in manila, I consider him my closest. I “squeal” some of my angst of my work, the unfairness of life, the emptiness of my love life and my nostalgia of home comfortably to him, I even tell him my office crushes. And its not one sided. He also tells me about what happen to his day, his crush (parang high school), his plans for rest days, the movies he watched and plans to pirate, his love and “it” life and all those “did you know” stuff. And now that the “it” is mentioned, I often wonder why he seems to be very comfortable talking to me about things men do with women (green stuff deleted here because I am trying to keep my blog wholesome) considering my lack of experience, I am the least person who will appreciate such thing. In fact, we never even talk about anything that doesn’t concern that; he would always put that in the picture no matter what. And I, on the other hand, getting use of getting my daily dose of “it” talk whenever we meet. But ever since I switched my cell phone network provider, I am getting my hourly dose of “it” talk from him which sometimes gives me a bloody headache. He asked me one day and I quote, “lesbian ka ba?!” and I, who was asked that before, answered him, “not because I am not doing it as often as you guys, doesn’t mean I have problems with my sexual identity. I just don’t think about it much more crave about it.” And that is the debate we often get ourselves into, he being SM (in my opinion) and I being innocent. Though SG and I meet and talk about “it” most of the time and I am a type who is easily influenced, especially with current trends, I promised myself that I will never have PMS no matter how deliciously SG presents that deed to me. Pre Marital Sex (PMS) is something my parents taught me not to commit. I remember I asked my mom after I am done with high school, “ma, what if ill go home and im pregnant” and she said “ I will never accept you and your child” And I said “ di mo man ko gyapon matiis” and she said, “try me”. And I asked “ when will you allow me to get pregnant?” She looked at me and said, “whenever you like as long as you give me your college diploma. after that, you can sleep with any man you wish and give birth to how many children you like, but take note, you will be responsible on your actions and you alone should bear the consequences.” Though I am done with my responsibilities to my mother after I gave her my college diploma three years ago, I still couldn’t do it. I cannot imagine myself going in bed with a guy whom I will not spend the rest of my life with, or carrying in my womb a child who will see the world without a father. No offense to some who is doing this, this is just according to my opinion. In this world where everything is patterned to the west and as this country goes liberated with stuff that concern SEX, I want to make a difference of keeping the culture my parents taught me no matter how jaded they are which is SEX after marriage and not before it. A friend of mine told me once that a relationship will not last without “it”, and since I haven’t been into a “relationship” yet, I could never tell. But I know a few who are in a relationship but don’t engage in PMS. It is still a choice. For me, I can accept being called weird or lesbian by other people than be called normal and disappoint my parents. And in a way, I am doing this for myself and for my future family, whenever that will come. For the meantime, let me enjoy some daily or sometimes hourly dose of “it” talk from my SG himself... :-) --Did you know that as I am writing this blog, 50% of male in the Philippines are either thinking about it, doing it, or watching it. MEN! -- 
| | I was at the Silay airport waiting for my flight back to Manila when i read Cess' plurk that Charisse gave birth.
I then texted Cess about the details of when Charisse gave birth, which hospital, and when will she go and visit. She and Rocy plan to visit Charisse on Tuesday afternoon, which was okey for me despite the fact that i just flew from Bacolod to Manila and went straight to work Monday evening.
After meeting Rocy at Libis, the three of us went and visit Charisse and said hello to Charisse and Mike's son, John Cedric (im not sure of the spelling).
This little tyke gave his mom 16hours worth of labor and a trip to Cesarean section, before he decided to go out of the womb and see the world. I was very amazed with him and the thought that this human being came from Charisse womb. Miracle of Life.
Congratulations To Charisse and Mike. Welcome to the world, John Cedric. |
I am currently in Jollibee, pigging out after my sumptuous dinner at mang inasal in megamall with my brother. We plan to meet there at 3:00 pm earlier, but due to work and some unfathomed situation, we met at a crowded mang inasal at Atrium B in Megamall at 7:00pm. After we elbow with other customers while eating chicken inasal and four rounds of rice later, we then went to Samsung Mobile to get the concert tickets that were given as complimentary when I purchased my Samsung Preston one Friday the 13th ago. My brother was appalled when he got hold of patron tickets for the concert of his favorite bands. After that, we looked for national bookstore because he was in search for Bob Ong books.
It was so new to me that my brother was the one who asked me to help him look for national bookstore because he wanted to buy a book he wanted to read. My brother is reading! Not that he doesn’t know how to before, but the idea that he is reading something during his spare time, or what he call boring moments, is something that makes me happy. We purchased four Bob Ong books at national bookstore, two for him and two for me. Tagalog has never been my forte and I always ready novels in English, but I have to admit that I need to brush up a little on my tagalong vocabulary if I want to survive Manila. I cannot always ask people to translate whatever it is they are saying in English! J
And so, my brother, who purchased books for the first time was shock with the expense he spent on his books. He told me, “amo na to ang P600?!” and then I sai  d, you can sell those books after you read them, or you can re-read them later on. You just think it’s expensive now but later on you will realize that those books are good investment. And then an idea came to his mid, “I think I’ll have my friends rent them for extra income!” I then pay him my share on his book purchase since I bought two books for myself, but he said, “treat ta ka, pambayad sa concert tickets.” I said my thanks, so overwhelm with my free books.
We were about to roam around the mall again when he spotted Powe rBooks, and he, again, invited me to go visit the bookstore. Another first from him. Every time we meet, it is always me who invites him to these stores, but just recently, he seem to be overthrown with books that he wanted to go to bookstores and read any chance he gets, and so we went into the bookstore and browse, read (yes, they allow consumers to read withou t purchasing!) and pick one book to another, one genre to another until its time for the mall to close. We rode the bus silently, holding hands while the other hand is grasping on our newly opened book and parted our goodbyes when bus halts at bus stops.
I just hope my brother will continue to love reading. Reading makes us learn things that we never thought existed, we learn to interact and relate to characters. It let us enter the world of fiction and facts and make us realize things we never thought existed. Reading good books and be entertained are always good.
And now that I am done with blogging, let me continue with Stainless Longganisa, my first Bob Ong Book, and I just told you the story why I got it for free. 
| | My waivemates and how we have some fun. :-) |
| | My brother and I met at Trinoma one Saturday afternoon just because I need to give him his complimentary concert tickets. The comany i worked for gave us concert tickets of Parokya ni Edgar and Kamikaze joint concert and my brother is such a fan. And so we met.
We then meet again a day after that because he promised to treat me for lunch in exchange for his free concert tickets and who am i to say refuse free lunch? so we met in Trinoma and decide to hit mang inasal for lunch and so we went to Megamall.
Four rice and 1 chicken after, we stroll around the mall and was lucky to spot an art exhibit. It was named forever young and i was so amazed how detail oriented the artist were and it makes me feel nostalgic about those cutie little things i used to do as a child.
Here are some of the pictures. |
I went to SM North Edsa today to do some shopping since I need some corporate attire for work. I arrived there around 3:30 pm, famished. So I ate my lunch (or was it my breakfast?), at their food court and decided to buy Mcdonald’s Coke Float to quench my thirst. I was strolling around the mall until I consumed the Mcfloat. Stalls do not allow customers with food or drinks to enter their premises so I looked for trash can to dispose my Coke float cup… And to my amazement, I could not find a trash can!!! Malls usually have trash cans placed either beside the escalator or anywhere within the hallway. They even have three sets of trash cans with labels, biodegradable, non biodegradable and recyclable which encourages mall goers to dispose their trashes properly. It also shows how environment friendly SM is. But here in SM North Edsa, it’s a different story. I spent 30-45 minutes finding a trash can and I asked security guards, sales ladies, strangers or even SM crews (they are wearing SM id’s) on where’s the nearest trash can is and guess what..?! THEY DON’T KNOW! So I wasted my time in finding where to dispose my trash until I finally found one at the eatery alley near the supermarket. I got lost in SM after that. I was eyeing to go inside Surplus before my trash can hunting but since I was dead tired and I don’t know what part of SM did I saw Surplus and my feet are killing me, I went home instead… No clothes, no nothing! What happen to the trash cans in SM North Edsa? Are they stolen? Or they just don’t give a damn where people throw their trashes? I am currently in Makati, not for vacation but for work, unfortunately. The company I worked for decided to move all trainings to Makati since their Quezon site is full. I was living with my cousin in Commonwealth and Makati is way too far from their place. An estimated time of travel if I will be taking a bus which usually cost around P45 is about 1 hour and 15 minutes during rush hour and take just about that if I’ll take MRT. Imagine how I am slowly killing myself travelling almost three hours back and forth Makati EVERYDAY! Not considering the overpasses I have to climb, people I elbows and sweat with inside the always crowded MRT and the time I will be wasting on Metro Manila non-negotiable rush hour traffic. And so, desperate time requires desperate measure. I texted my high school friend, Rocelyn, if she can be my superhero who will save me from this disaster for a week, and maybe she likes the sound of superhero or she is just purely generous (I really think it’s both) that made her agree to share her house in Makati. Rocelyn has a very spacious and well kept town h ouse in Makati where she shares with five housemates who were equally generous and very accommodating. The house is two storey having two equally sized rooms and a roomy receiving area. Rocy’s house is just walls apart from her neighbors that give the notion, “walls have ears”, factual. What I love most about the place is its accessibility to almost everything. Church (mind you its air conditioned!), fast food chains like Jollibee, Mcdo and Chowking, school, cemetery, grocery store, banks, internet café, beauty salons (they have david’s salon!!!), starbucks, pharmacy and dental clinic are just walking distance making it a perfect place to live in. Rocy’s place is thankfully minutes away to Insular Bldg., in Paseo de Roxas, Makati where I will have my training for six grueling days. Amazingly I can walk my way from her place to office which will take me about 15-30 minutes, depends on how brisk I walk. So I get to tour around the place of rich and famous, smell the same scent of flowers they smell, walked on the same path they are walk on making me feel equally rich and famous for 15-30 minutes everyday. My training will end this Saturday and I will be back to cousin’s place in commonwealth, but I am thankful enough that I was given a chance to experience the phrase “ganito kami sa makati” feels like. *The itsy bitsy information about my training will come later. :-D* 
| | I was invited by my waivemate and friend to attend her daughter's 3rd and bonggang bonggang birthday party in town and country club house last July 11.
I brought my brother with me even though he is too old for the children's party, but to my surprise and my parents' this is his first children party he had ever attended!
We never get to finish the party for I will be meeting khrysstina, Ellen and Micay for the lawanit project. :-D It was a very busy and worthwhile Saturday for me and my bro. |
Past is Past is an overuse cliche. We always tell that to people who dwell too much from past mistakes, past relationships, past opportunities, past life or even past tense. There are alot of things that we should forget from the past especially when we were hurt, got broken and embarrassed. We can all forget the past but we must never forget those lessons we learned from our mistakes because committing the same mistake twice hurts more and its plain stupidity.
a few weeks ago, my facebook status was... "i hope i will wake up one day unhurt from the wounds of the past" and most people, especially those who were able to read it said, past is past and I have to move on. And then, there was a comment from my previous teammate, she said, "leave the past where it should be, the past."
Few weeks after that status, I found myself inside the CHURCH praying for peace of mind and heart. After my prayer I saw two college students forming a line outside the door of a small cubicle. a few minutes later, a guy went out from the cubicle and the first college student went in, then the second followed after the first left. I then contemplated if i have the courage to confess my sins, or these things that are bothering me. I am still in a middle of deciding when i saw the second college girl went out of the confession room. Without much ado, I went straight in.
I had my last confession a few years after my first communion (yes, that was long time ago!) and i was in a bit shock of finally be in a confession room after a long time so i do not know what to say.
"good afternoon father" i said in a very low voice. the priest who is in the next cubicle didnt reply. I waited for 1-2 minutes in silence. I was thinking maybe the priest left when I entered or he is just taking some break. I heard him move closer to the "window" and asked,
"when was your last confession?!" (in filipino)"a few years after my first communion father" i replied" when was your first communion?" he asked" 12 years ago" I said, really embarassed." that explains it, so are you going to confess the sins you made for 12 years?" he asked, sounds amusedI replied " i already did father, with the LORD. I confess my sins to GOD everyday. I ask forgiveness for all those sins and I try my best not to repeat them.""very well, what brought you to my confession room today if you already confess your sins with the LORD? you know, iha, our LORD forgives those who sins and by acknowledging your sins and asking forgiveness, you are already forgiven." said the priest.And then I confessed about those things that had been bothering me, those people from my past whom i wronged, hurt and broke. I confessed all those bad things i did that had been haunting me forever. After my confession which i summarized for 7 minutes max, the priest asked me a simple question. "did you ask forgiveness from those people you hurt? did you apologize or said sorry?""no" i said"You know you hurt them but you never apologize?" asked the priest"no, i wasnt given the chance father" i replied"Iha, you have a simple problem. Ask forgiveness from those people you hurt then you will be given a peace of mind and finally you will find peace in your heart. The more you dwell on things you could have done but never did, work on things you can do to correct those mistakes. Okey?"
"yes, okey" i said." since you never attended a confession for 12 years, I will ask you to pray Our Father, Hail Mary and Glory Be twelve times, say your prayer and live your life in peace" the priest said in conclusion. =0= Let me take this oppurtunity to ask forgiveness for those people I hurt in the past, those friendships that were broken because of my immaturity and pure insanity, those people who was hurt, broken, and got wounded because of my insensitivity about what is happening around me. I was wrong to have done those things and
I am sorry. 
| | Bacolod Tay Tung High School, my high School Al Mamater, will be celebrating its Diamond Loyalty Celebration on September 25-27, 2009. Alumni Association gave each batch a "lawanit" (its like a cork board, 2x3 m) and assigned each batch to fill the board with elementary and high school pictures.
Since we believed to be the historical batch of BTTHS, we collected, shared and printed all our elementary and hs pictures and made our lawanit in cooperation with Alumni Association project.
Funny thing was, we have alot of pictures we can never remember taken by people who shared them online. Some were just funny and unbelievably embarrassing but these are facts of life, and these are all part of us. There are just memories that are worth treasuring.
To BTTHS batch 2002, we ROCK!
Come and Celebrate. :-D |
| | Jaja, who ALSO resigned from her work in Cebu, went home for a short vacation. She will go back to Cebu soon to answer the dreadful question "what's next!?"
We are suppose to meet up in robinsons at around 2pm. but since i cannot leave the house because my dad is not yet home from work, I arrived around 5:00 pm. (better late than never girls!) It was an afternoon full of fun, recollection of the past and talk about the future.
I miss jaja and all those memories we had in Cebu together. |
| Start: | Jul 14, '09 1:00p | | Location: | Bacolod City |
Time to blow some candles and rejoice as another year is added to your age! Happy birthday pixie lala! :-D Burger, burger, burger! hahaha. I had been asked alot of times, either through text, email or chat by people about my current location. and may this be my public statement, assuming that all of you are reading my blog, im still in bacolod. Never left my hometown ever since my resignation. I do not have any work yet and I am at home most of the time, my only window to the world is the world wide web.
Believe it or not, i do not have plans at the moment regarding my future. I cannot even define what "future" means. I am in a state where i do not know what to do with my life and i do not plan to start doing something about it anytime soon. I am idle for almost a month, and honestly, aside for longing to withraw my salary every 2 weeks, I am not yet tired of my motionless life.
I have decided a month ago that i will venture in manila but despite my concrete plans of moving out, a confirmed plane ticket and my packed luggages, i opted to stay not because i changed my mind about this venture but because my family need me at most. and as much as possible, family comes first.
I refuse to divulge the reason or reasons why i stayed since these are what i consider personal things i do not want public especially the world to know about. But whatever those reasons are, I am certain that I will go to manila, if not now, soon.
So yeah, i am a bum. I do not have any income. Bills are flooding in and my savings are decreasing tremendously, but hey, I am taking this one step at a time, so that, when i will go back to work force, I know myself more and avoid making the same mistake twice. For now, im letting things be. | Start: | Jul 10, '09 11:00a | | End: | Jul 10, '09 10:00p | | Location: | Town and Country Clubhouse Talisay City |
Today is ericka's third birthday! She's the daughter of my former teammate and waive mate Jacqy and I together with my 9years old brother are invited to attend. I need to get some pictures of ericka since i wasnt able to get one during her birthday last year. :-D 
| | me and my girlfriends, gela and lala, joined the whole other transformer fans in watching the premier of this transformer sequel. The queue was long outside SM cinema but we never heard anyone complained rather we felt the excitement in the air.
After the movie, lala and i spent some time in bob's until our farms called us for harvest. :-D |
This is my much awaited sequel of twilight. i have read the book and believe me, i cannot wait to watch this movie... its still different on screen. and i so love what they did in human-wolf transformation... simply amazing.
while they are still speculating of who will play who, here's the sneak peak of new moon..
I suggest that you read the book, edward cullen is very much handsome in print. if you want an ebook copy, pm me. :-)
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