True Color

The worst deception:

A guy can make you think he loves you, but he really doesn't. And a girl can make you think she doesn't love you, when she really does..

Why is it that we humans are so hard to understand. Usually, we say things we don't really mean and sometimes we do things opposite of how we feel. If only we can live simply and refrain from complicating things.... if only we can be honest and tell how we truly feel... if only we can be more understanding... if only we are more tolerant of the happenings around us.... if only... there's so many "ifs"....

Born Natural

As before, Maldita made me laugh from the beginning till the end of reading her post entitled Angry Girl.

I requested her to make another one of her grammatically wrong article and she lives up to my expectation... hehehe... it's really funny. I'm finding it hard to contemplate what she's trying to say on each sentence. My mind had to work overtime just to understand her.... aaaggghhhh... Could it be that she's not really trying to make her grammar wrong?... and the truth is that she's not that good in English? ahahaha... I wonder!!!!!!!!

Honestly, my nose bled while reading her article.... hehehe... who wouldn't? why don't you try reading it to know what I'm saying... hahahahaha. I admit I'm not that good in english and I sometimes had mix ups on the use of the present tense and past tense of verbs. But really.... it's hilarious reading something that Maldita made. I'm thinking of making a comment with english similar to what she did... ahmmmm... I'm having a hard time doing it. I can't come close to her "level"... (whatever level that may be....ahahahaha).

She's a born comedian. Her humor is infectious.... hehehe. Is she faking her english or is it for real? Even I cannot tell, it's better for you to be the judge of that.

Have a great time reading her works..... because I sure am... hehehe......

Angry Girl . . .

This post is dedicating to ate myparaluman . Im done this so that i will levelling in his standard when it coming into english . I really admiring him . She is my idols . If your always read his working you will also idol him . She is so good . Thats why im doing this posting so that i will practices my english and ofcourse other reading from other country will understanding it . Im bearing with them . Because its hardness to read if you dont know the language . Lets beginning . . .


Ate paraluman is so closes in my heart . I always telling him i dont knowing what is do if i dont meet him . She keeping on tells me not to be maldita and learning me to be nice . She is beauty insides and outs . But sometimes i cant understandable her trait . She's so generosity at the same times she saying in direct to the point .


One time i story to him about my lovelife . And while im cry she is angry . She saying that im always story it everyday . And he hating it . She saying i always rewinding it . Dont she knowing that im hurtful . Because of the love that is gone for almost 10 month . I keeping on cry and she telling me to accept what happenning .


I dont blaming him because she dont feeling what i felt . How sadness i am and very blues . Infairness to him , she is good in gave advices . I learning that i has to moving on . But its hardful . Really hardful ! ! !


Lets talking how loving ate she is . She is funny to talk , we loving sings . We sings until we wants to sings . And we're like B1 and B2 , because i knowing what in her mind and she knows it too in my mind . Even if we laughing we know what is meaning but the other people in call conference they dont know it . We understandable each other just by simply laugh . Isnt it amazed ? We are jives . As in !


I loving his attitude . Because were the same . She is also maldita likes me . But when she is angry she dont wanting me to talking . And she is silence . She dont talk until she angry . Sometimes im scary to him when she choosing to silence . I dont knowing what is she think . So i will just silence also . After all she dont needing my opinion . Because im not good in given advice . So i will just listening until his angry is gone .


One more things i loving to her is , she is givingful . That's why she is fully blessing . I will trying to be givingful also so that i will be blessing too . What can you think ? Hmmmm . . . Starting tomorrow i will be good . Im promising that ate .


There is alot of thing i loving about him . If i only 1 friend lefts i wanted it will you ate . I want you to be my friends forever . Stay the sames ok . I will stay too . You know im blessing to has a friend likes you . Loveyah ate paraluman . . . I do a poem i hopes you liking it . . .


What can i doing , if your not heres ,
Your an angel , sending to me .
If your lost , im lost too . . .
Your so good to me , and cant asking for more ,
Losing you , is i cant make .
Your a total eclipse that i cant take . Nakz !
Always remembering i wont live your valuable unattended
You can counting me , anytime anywhere anyplace .
Same time , same channel . . .
Friends till the ending . . .

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A Cowboy

As I watched the T.V. program “i-witness” about horses, it helps bring back childhood memories.

My father was known as a certified “cowboy.” He had a horse then which he used for his kalesa and would often visit friends from nearby town with it. Back then, you can count the vehicles that passed by the national road. Motorist were afraid to drive through our town since it was known that salvage victims were being thrown in the area.

Since my father was a native of our place, he was popularly known throughout the province. Even now, I am sometimes surprised wheneven old folks would mention that they still remembered my father with his cowboy hat and kalesa.

My father, who was a desciplinarian, was also a patriot who didn’t left his country for a greener pasture abroad. He had chosen to work as a municipal agricultural technician and helped farmers by organizing various cooperatives. Though his name was not mentioned, he was the very first asian to do an artificial insimination on animals. He did not have a formal study on veterinary medicine but through he became the animal doctor of the town. A pity that most of his pictures were gone now. He was fond of laminating his pictures with his accomplishments adorning our wall.

Anyways, back to my father’s horse. I remembered only 2 names, it’s Menchu and Dotchong. I don’t really know what happened to them and their accessories and the tiborine (smaller than kalesa but I remembered ours was made of stainless steel) after my father died. Some said it was sold, others said it was borrowed from him.

Whatever, remembering it now makes me feel nostalgic. I love sitting beside my father in a tiborine while we were at the road. His one hand held the rein and the other the whip. Missing you a lot Tatay...

Just Kidding

I can’t keep myself from laughing after reading the post made by Maldita entitled “THANKFULNESS ”. Maybe you are wondering how and why in the world she posted something like that... meaning totally grammatically incorrect. Well, I’ll tell you why... It’s just a frank. We want to see how our friends will react and it’s really just for fun. True enough, she got an earful of advice from friends... hahaha... Just as we thought, it is something that will get a violent reaction. Who wouldn’t stay quiet to it when it’s total disaster from top to bottom... But it served it’s purpose... it made us laugh... hahahahaha. It is a perfect example of how not to write your english and what should not be posted in your blogs... except of course if it’s intentional like what Maldita did.

I have to give it to Maldita. She’s taken a challenge and is unafraid to do it even if her reputation is at stake. Let me borrow a quote made by the former beauty queen Ms. Melanie Marquez... “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover because Maldita is not a book.”

Nice one Maldita, keep it up.... ^_-

Thankfulness . . .

Dear ate ,


As i write this i feels i wanted to cry . You know im not good in english but im tried my very best so that you will proud of me . I hope you will appreciated it . It coming from the bottoms of my hearts . . .

Anyway , I writing you this letters to thanks you for your being generosity to me . Im sorry for being bad girl . I dont means it . And im glad you understandable me whenever im in my unwanted self . Im tried to become nicest to every all , but its hardness .

You knowing im such a maldita . And cant changing this attitudes . Just want you to know i always here when you needing me . I just a calling aways . I hopes that one day i can giving in my own way . To revenge to everything you gives to me . I wishes you wont gets tiring . I know this letters is makings you cried . I dont means to feel you emotional . I just wants you to know what insides of me . *sigh* . . .

Anyway i want to tells you im happiness that i meet someone like you . I learning alot to you . You is a heavens sending . I cant asking for more . Your like a sisters in me . You know i wanting to has a ate and you given it to me because were like siblings . I know your not ask something in returning but i hope in my owns little way i can helping you . Just telling me . Whenever you has a problem , i will listens and i dont talk because i know you dont needs my opinion . But atleast i can be your someone to talking to . I cant know what to do if your not there for me . All my problems i sharing it to you , you knows all about my sentiments and why im sadness , cryness , and happines because i tell it all to you . This time i wont be always hurting , i will be hard , and no more cryness . Im will be stronger enough to faces all the obstacles that coming my way . I promise to do what i said to you before we will go shoppings and going to other country when i get richie rich . Know that you will always counting on me . Your ever dearest maldita . I love you ate . Taking cares yourself ok . Coz i caring . . .


Yours truly ,
MALDITA :)

Winning the Game

October 4, 2011, Tuesday, 1:00 p.m. we had our staff day. As always, we recognized those who had been working in the company starting from 10 years, then 15, then 20, then 25, no 30, no 35, but there's one who has been in service for 40 years (don't know if I'll last that long hehehe). It's heart warming to be recognized by your fellow workers.

Really funny what they did with the presentations. After giving the certificates and cash awards, the awardees were asked to sit in front and watched the video presentations made for them. I don't know what it is called but the organizers but the faces of the awardees at the faces of those who were dancing.... there's salsa, tango, sweet, retro, classical music, etc. We were all entertained that afternoon.

Six of us rendered a song number, Chitchiritchit and Ay Ay Ay And Pag-ibig. The staff members from our head office didn't expected us to sing since they were used to us dancing. We let the other staff from our branch participate by dancing a native dance, Caratong. See... we sing, we dance, and we act.... we are Jack of All Traits master of none....hehehehe.

The second part of the activity was the game of price is right. I'm usually not lucky winning in any contest so I was not hoping to join the said game. I guess everybody knows how the game price is right works, but ours had a bit of changes. I presented the initial item to be which was a mirror. Someone from the cafeteria wrote the amount nearest to it's price and won. Next, she chose two from the audience who assisted her in guessing the next item's price, they both received a gift in return. Then at the screen there's numbers one to nine that had bills in which the guessed price should be far from that range. Unfortunately, she didn't guessed correctly or at least near the amount of the wall clock. Who got the wall clock? After drawing a stub from the box... the name of the one who had modelled the clock was drawn.... yeheyyyyyy... Wasn't she lucky?????? hehehe....

Another name was drawn... and who was it? It's me!!!!!!!!! What's the next item?... a pop up mosquito net. My mind was racing.... hey I've seen that item before at SM Department Store, I even looked at it's price but what was it? Think think think.... it's not lower than Php 450 but not higher than Php 500 I'm sure of it.... so I wrote Php 465.... wollllaaaa.... I won I won... hahahaha... the actual retail price was Php 499.75. I'm so happy that I jumped up and down my seat. Next, I chose two partners from the audience who both got a pillow as consolation prizes. We looked at the screen and picked out number nine that had a fifty peso bill... so it means my/our guess should not be over or lower than fifty from the actual retail price. The next item was.... a closet.... tic tac tic tac tic tac.... the time is running, hurry hurry write down the guess price. I nervously wrote down Php 1,350...
And the actual retail price.....tantanantantan..... Php 1,349.75. Haaaaa... I looked from left to right, my back at the audience... did I win it? OF COURSE I DID!!!!!! Yepppeeeyy I won.... AGAIN.... jump here jump there... scream here scream there... ahahahaha... as if I'm a real loca.... I felt ecstatic and elated from winning two prizes in a row. My friends were green with envy but at the same time happy for me... I'm happy shalalala, it's so nice to be happy shalalala.... I wonder what's the next year's game will be... hehehe...

After the game some members of the staff presented a dance number which was loudly applaused by the audience. The closing prayer followed and then snack time. Our activity ended there but everyone was satisfied and happily went home... Well at least me and my friend who won the clock were and so were the other winners.

An exhausting day it is but all the staff were happy being together even just for a day..... we will meet again next year... until then....

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Slumber

It’s 9:15 in the evening. I’m laying in bed and a little cold so I grab the blanket to cover my body... aahhmmmm... feels good, slowly feeling warm. It’s raining... has been since this morning. As I listen to the rain accompanied by wind, can’t help but be thankful that I have roof over my head to keep me dry and bed to keep me warm. According to the weather forecast, a storm signal no. 1 will be landing in our area. I sincerely pray that the storm will not go strong and may it not bring harm as what the others did.

As much as I miss talking to my friends, whom I always talk to every night without fail, I opted not to call them for a call conference. Tonight I would just like to rest and to close my eyes. I know it will be a while before I fall asleep.... No matter how much I wanted to, my mind and body is used to be in limbo past 11:30 pm.

Aaahhmmmm.... I long to have a dreamless and restful night.... the rhythm of the rain and whistling of the wind... a lullaby on this cold night...

SISTERS ACTS

Just got a call from my elder sister. She asked about our mother and youngest sister, how are they doing and where they are now.... that kind of stuff. It's been almost two years since we last seen her. She had taken a time off from work and took her husband (who's from Dipolog) and their two kids on vacation here for a month. We never really got along well with each other since we were young maybe because we didn't grew up together. My parents let our maternal grandmother took care of my elder sister, first because Granny was living alone and second one of our cousin (the same age as her) was in poor health and they thought it would help if there's someone our cousin can relate to and improve her condition which it did. At that time my sister was eight and I was five. We only see each other every summer during the school break and often times there always seems to be cats and dogs inside the house. She'd liked to tell me to do things which I would instantly opposed to do. Well could you blame me? I only see her during summer and she'd order me around... I hate it!!!!

She was the apple of the eye of the family since she's a consistent honor student. My parents and aunts, uncles, and grandparents were all proud of her.... who wouldn't be if every March medals were being brought home by her. One thing I can say about her is that she had ambition and the countless of admirers in school all go unnoticed. Other girls were busy getting the attention of their crushes and having boyfriends, but she was all focused in her studies (she's not the nerdy type mind you... she's full of life and fun to be with). It was not until she was working that she had one.

We also experienced hardship early in life. Most our relatives are well off except us... I think. It was because of this hardship that we had persevered to finish our studies to find a good job and support our needs in the future. While our cousins were enjoying themselves playing, my sisters and I were busy selling perishable goods to the neighborhood. At that time my father was diagnosed with diabetes and to help us get through school we have to work our way through college by being a working student assistants. I remembered that everytime my elder sister would laugh unstoppable days before the examination day the next was you would see her crying because she had no examination permit. Our mother hadn't enough money to pay for her fees so always it had been through guarantors and promisory notes that she get by the entire time she's been in college. Me? Well I've been fortunate that my fees were not as high as my sister was. Since I'm a student assistant, the employees of our school said I was diligent and hardworking and took a liking of me especially the Dean and the Head of the Accounting office... and so, it had been easier for me to ask personally that my permit be released even if I hadn't paid my balance yet.

To help my sister finish her studies, I stopped for a semester. I thought I wouldn't have the chance to get back to school but as fate has it... our Dean (who's a sweet lady from Bacolod) sent message for me to see her so we could talk about my returning to school and so I did. Where was my sister while I'd resumed my schooling? She was busy with her board review. If I was not mistaken, 2-3 days after her oath taking in November 1992, our father passed away during the early dawn and few hours later, our cousin who had grew up with my sister, had joined our father.

That's what college life was for the two of us.... full of worries, sufferings, and challenges. But our experiences early in life molded us into the person we are today.... it made us tough. It is our guide on how we want to live for today. We don't dwell on the past but sometimes we make fun of it by looking back and seeing what we've become.

I can honestly say I'm not rich and sometimes barely get by on our day to day needs but still, I'd love to help whenever and however I can. My sister on the other hand, well, she's living comfortably abroad but she's not the kind who'll lavish her siblings and parent with money and material things. It's fine with us though so long as she continue supporting to our mother with her needs. My younger sister and I are used to her, like when they came home the last time what she had given us were big Toblerones... one for me and one for 'lil sis... but helllooo!!!! She hadn't seen us for about five years and that's her gift to us. I mean, if i'm earning at least one fourth of her salary I'd definitely give something expensive to them. So what's my pet name for her? "TIKOY!"... hahaha. In fairness to her, there were rare times I never expected help from her but she did. She do wants to help us but maybe she's just afraid that if she help us constantly we will be dependent of her. Okey fine... Do it your way sis, we understand! .... charos... still wish she can be generous as what other elder sister is... hehehehe... well I'm a hypocrite if I say I don't like her to be that! hahahaha.

So still from young till now we live our own lives and do our own thing. We still fight though no longer physically but verbal. But the fact still remains that same blood is running in our veins. No matter how different we maybe, we still love each other though we are showing it in different ways. We are sisters and nothing can change that period!

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I haven't had a chance to talk to Rosiel for quite somtime now. She went home to her home town in Masbate about 2 weeks ago. I've been trying to call her for the nth time but her number is always not in service. I missed chatting with her so I left a message for her through her FB about 2 days ago. This morning I've received a response from her through text. She wants me to call her up in the new number she'd given (said it was her counsin's) but again, the number is not in service.

Just as I was thinking when she's going to take a licensure exam on electrical engineering, I browse the net for the PRC result of those who had passed the said board exam. And there it is, the result had come out. So that's why she went home.... she had already taken the exam without telling us. I'm all focused at the names listed for I truly wish to see hers. I scanned the surnames starting with A, and then B, slowly getting to C (Her family name starts with C by the way... but I'd rather not say it here), and there it was.... HURRRRAAAAAYYYYY!!!! She passed the board exam. Rosiel is now an ELECTRICAL ENGINEER, I'm really happy for her. All those had her hard work and perseverance in studying had paid off. Her family must be proud of her.

Congratulations girl! 'Hope to see you again.... soon.

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DO RE MI

I'M A MUSIC LOVER!!!! Isn't it obvious?!?! I don't care if I can't carry a tune or not (but I think I can since I haven't been kicked out of the choir yet... hehehe), I'll sing to my heart's content and my friends have no choice but to listen. That's the positive side of having friends, they are there to listen... even if they don't like to... ahahaha.

My choice of songs depends on whatever and however I'm feeling. Mostly, I like to sing love songs (I'm a peace loving person if you must know... really!!!! ahehehe), it's mellow and soothing. Sometimes, I sing just to tease my friends especially when they get into misunderstanding or even break-up with their boy/girlfriends. It's emo time as what I’d like to call it. There were times that I can even make them cry... not because of my great melodic voice... ahahahaha.... it's because they can relate to the lyrics of the song ( so does it mean I know how to choose a song.... definitely! hehehe).

I've been meaning to learn a song I heard years ago.... at last I've downloaded it... I'm a Bitch I'm a Lover by Alanis Morissete and All I Want to Do is Make Love to You by Heart. A few more days and I'll be able to memorize it. And who will be my audience when I sing these two... but of course, my Kachatchatan... hehehehe. See, I told you it pays to be friendly.... hahaha.

I'm still looking for some more songs but it’s so hard to download them. Hopefully, when the net gets better I'll be able to have the songs I like. Don't be surprise if I post some of my favorite songs here, it will be nice sharing it with you.

"Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and give it rest, heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul."


I’M A BITCH I’M A LOVER

I hate the world today
You’re so good to me, I know
But I can change
Tried to tell you
But you look at me like maybe I’m an angel underneath
In a sentence sweet

Yesterday I cried
Most have been to see the softer side
I can understand how you’d bee so confused
I don’t envie you
I’m a little bit of everything
All roled into one

I’m a bitch I’m a lover
I’m a child I’m a mother
I’m a sinner I’m a sant
I do not feel ashamed
I’m your hell I’m your dream
I’m nothin’ in between
You know, you wouldn’t want it any other way

So take me as I am
This may meen, you’ll have to be a stronger man
Jused to shooter, when I start to make you nervous
And I’m going to extreem’s
Tomorrow I will change and today won’t meen a thing

I’m a bitch I’m a lover
I’m a child I’m a mother
I’m a sinner I’m a sant
I do not feel ashamed
I’m your hell I’m your dream
I’m nothin’ in between
You know, you wouldn’t want it any other way

Just when you think
You got me
Figger out the seasons all ready changin’
I think it’s cool, you do what you do
And don’t try to sing this

I’m a bitch I’m a lover
I’m a child I’m a mother
I’m a sinner I’m a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I’m your hell I’m your dream
I’m nothin’ in between
You know, you wouldn’t want it any other way

I’m a bitch, I’m tease
I'm a goddess on my knees
When you're hurt
When you suffer
I'm your angel undercover
I've been numb
I'm revived
Can't say I'm not alive
You know I wouldn't want it ANY other way



ALL I WANT TO DO IS MAKE LOVE TO YOU

It was a rainy night
When he came into sight,
Standing by the road,
No umbrella, no coat.
So I pulled up alongside
And I offered him a ride.
He accepted with a smile,
So we drove for a while.
I didn’t ask him his name,
This lonely boy in the rain.
Fate, tell me it’s right,
Is this love at first sight?
Please don’t make it wrong,
Just stay for the night.

All I wanna do is make love to you
Say you will
You want me too
All I wanna do is make love to you
I’ve got lovin’ arms to hold on to

So we found this hotel,
It was a place I knew well
We made magic that night.
Oh, he did everything right
He brought the woman out of me,
So many times, easily
And in the morning when he woke all
I left him was a note
I told him
I am the flower you are the seed
We walked in the garden
We planted a tree
Don’t try to find me,
Please don’t you dare
Just live in my memory,
You’ll always be there

All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I wanna do is make love to you
I’ve got lovin’ arms to hold on to

Oh, oooh, we made love
Love like strangers
All night long
We made love

Then it happened one day,
We came round the same way
You can imagine his surprise
When he saw his own eyes
I said please, please understand
I’m in love with another man
And what he couldn’t give me
Was the one little thing that you can

All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I wanna do is make love to you
Say you will, you want me too

All night long
All night long
All night long
All night long

Rosewood of Sharon

Last August 28, 2011 our choir went to Tarlac. We were invited to sing during the worship service which coincidentally also the 26th anniversary celebration of the church.

It’s an early ride going there around 4:00, the rain was pouring heavily at that time. We had our breakfast of pancakes, sausages, and hot choco at Jollibee somewhere in Bulacan. After 3 hours of journey, we reached our destination. The church congregation had prepared breakfast for us... rice, hotdog, dried fish, and coffee. Some of us opted not to eat anything since we already had our fill earlier but others still ate with gusto.

After eating, we changed into our choir costume of black skirt and poncho for women and pants and barong for men. We practiced for a few minutes until the guest speaker arrived. We sang 4 songs during the entire worship service: We Are His Church (sang before the message), We Will Serve Him (sang after the message), Communion Song (sang during the communion), and Now Unto Him (sang at the end of the worship service). We’ve seen how appreciative the people from the Rosewood of Sharon church were. They said they were inspired to create a choir of their own, hopefully with the help and guidance of their Pastor they will. A feastive lunch was served right, after the worship service after which a certificate of appreciation and a souvenir was given to each member of the choir.

It was around 2:30 in the afternoon when we left the church and head towards home, but we had a stop over at the Sta. Lucia, Capas Death March Shrine. We've seen the museum and stone bearing all the names of the people who was killed by the Japanese after their marched to Tarlac. It's nice to get in touch with our past from time to time even just to be thankful for the freedom and democracy we have now. We took a couple of pictures and headed our way.

We were exhausted from the day's activity that most of us had fallen asleep. It was dark when we reached home. A tiring day we had but it's something always worth doing especially if it's to give praises to our Lord. I will be anticipating more activities such as this in the future. To God be the Glory!

THE BWISETOR

Hi ate ! Padaan dito sa blog mo . . . harhar . . . Sensya naman , im invading your blog . Im here para magkalat ng kabalahuraan . . . Joke lang teh . . .


Gusto ko lang sabihin sa sangkatauhan na im a fan of yours . Imagine dati isa ka lang chatter (na walang ginawa kundi magtanim o humingi ng gift) pero ngayon isa ka ng blogger ! Social ! At papunta kana sa pagiging pro . . .


Kidding aside , gusto ko malaman mo na madami ako natutunan dito sa blog mo . Actually i never thought na may tinatago ka palang galing sa pagsusulat . At talaga naman napapahanga ako . *bravo*. Hopefully makagawa din ako ng mga interesting topics , pero alam mo naman di ko forte yun . But still im trying my best . . . *kunwari* basta may maisulat lang , ok nako . . . Harhar . . .


Alam moba ilan beses mona ko napaiyak at napatawa sa mga gawa mo ! Ikaw na talaga ang magaling magpadama ng emosyon . Pero madalas parin talaga ung pagka nosebleed teh . Alam mo naman english lang ang nakapagpapadugo sa ilong ko . Harhar . . .


Keep up the good work teh , looking forward for more interesting topics . . . Two thumbs up for you ! I love you teh . . .

For the Future

My office mate, Ate Myr as we should to call her is resigning today. I'm happy for her, she'll be working at Bahrain as a professor. It's an opportunity to improve and widen her horizon in the field of teaching. In terms of remuneration, it's five times more there than what she gets from her current position here. May it be for money or professional growth, as others would often say if something like this knocks on your door then grab it.

It's frightening to be on a diferent land and associating with people of different culture, yes, but somehow the idea of giving a brighter future for the family will out stand any reasons, doubts and apprehension one may have on his/her minds.

Always, the big factor on whatever decision we make is our family. It's always been about their comfort, future, and happiness. Now I understand what the word sacrifice means, it's taking chances and accepting the challenge of the unknown for the sake of our loved ones.

We had just finished giving Ate Myr a despedida party. Only the "DABARKADS" were in attendance. Each one of us is happy for her and as we convey our wishes and what we will miss about her, we can't help but let our tears flow... she's not just our senior in the office but a great friend as well. Our mini party is not complete without a song and here it is, I have to keep myself from looking at her as we sing because she's openly crying while listening us....

That's What Friends are For

And I never thought I'd feel this way
And as far as I'm concerned
I'm glad I got the chance to say
That I do believe I love you

And if I should ever go away
Well, then close your eyes and try to feel
The way we do today
And then if you can remember

Keep smilin', keep shinin'
Knowin' you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for

Well, you came and opened me
And now there's so much more I see
And so by the way I thank you

Whoa, and then for the times when we're apart
Well, then close your eyes and know
These words are comin' from my heart
And then if you can remember, oh

Keep smiling, keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
In good times, in bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
Oh, that's what friends are for

Whoa... oh... oh... keep smilin', keep shinin'
Knowin' you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for

Keep smilin', keep shinin'
Knowin' you can always count on me, oh, for sure
'Cause I tell you that's what friends are for
For good times and for bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for (That's what friends are for)

On me, for sure
That's what friends are for
Keep smilin', keep shinin'


If an offer like this happens to me.... well I don't know... really can't answer if I'll accept it or not. For now, I wish Ate Myr the best and may the guidance and blessings of the Lord be with her where ever she go....sure gonna miss you!!!! Bon Voyage!

We are Different

Dear Maldita,

So heart warming what I have read on your blog. You said not for me to cry, well I didn’t. But as I was reading your entry ’bout me, can’t help myself from laughing. We did have some fun at the site where we met. During those times I was still naive on a lot of “net” things, you patiently guided and helped me understand. Even the call conference that we religiously do every single night, your the one who introduce it to me. As expected, my college friends were amazed as I am that there is such a thing.

We both love our families, choosy of friends, love foods, and material things. I almost forgot, we also love to cry and laugh out loud. But our similarities ends there. Where I am old fashion in terms of relationship, you are liberated. Where I have a strong sense of responsibility, you are idly thinking your options. Where in anger you always nag, I choose to stay quiet. Where in displeasure I am vocal of my feelings and concern, there are times you just laugh and brush it off your shoulder.

For all our differences we are still able to strengthen our friendship by putting our trust on each other. You know my deepest secrets and feelings. I wouldn’t want to share it with anybody but you.

Know that I’ll always be here for you as I know you are for me.

Lovingly,
Ate

AnyBLOGsary

How time flies! Imagine, it’s already a month since my BLOG has been created. I just asked someone (Patricio... my net saver... who else?) to make the blog for me coz I just like the sound of it....“MY BLOG. ”

During the end of July, Maldita keeps talking and talking about the blogs she’s reading. She gave me the sites and I found the articles interesting. That’s how we started our conversation about blogs and bloggers. Wouldn’t you know it?! Blogger sounds nice and it captivated our minds (ayiiii.... as if it has some magic). With that, an idea has formed our “evil” minds.... ahihihi... WE WANT TO HAVE A BLOG OF OUR OWN !!!!!!!!!!

Since we don’t know how to do it, we run through our list of friends whom we can ask for help. So, who did we call?.... (as Maldita is now fond of calling him) “SUPER DEANTOT”.... hehehehe. Patricio gave us a hard time convincing him... tsk tsk tsk. Seems he enjoyed hearing us begging him for help.... grrrrr.... he’s a bad guy disguising himself to be good. But we got even with him by our tantrums and endless demands.... hahahaha. We asked him to change the templates because we don’t like what he had chosen or the widgets were still not enough so he had to add some more. We often joke around saying Patricio didn’t have an iota of an idea what he put himself into. Until finally, bit by bit, we learned how to do things on our own. Still, Patricio looks after our blogs, a dedicated blog technician!? hehehehe.

I started out not knowing what to post, hesitant to do anything at all. As days passed by I kinda got the hang of it and whenever I have ideas on my mind I’m always in a hurry to post it or I won’t remember it later. And who are my avid readers? No need to ask.... none other than my “KACHATCHATAN.”

I like blogging more than chatting. Here, I don’t have to interact, just post whatever’s on my mind and that’s it. This is where I find comfort and solace at the time I’m sad and hurting. It’s my turf where I can be me.

Maldita, happy monthsary to us. May we continue to find joy on what we do.

My Vanity Speaks

The most important things I use every morning are my lotion with matching sunblock , powder for my face (not really a make-up person so baby powder will do just fine), lipstick (should be matte and dark color.... in the shade of red... what do you expect? ... hehehe), and last but not the least my Victoria's Secret Love Spell . Remove one of these and my day will definitely not be complete.

Without lotion I feel as if my skin is dry (well it's not really but I just can't help but feel it is). The sunblock of course is my protection from the sun's ultra violet rays... it doesn't hurt to be careful these days.

Powder helps my face from getting oily. I hate it when I look in the mirror and see my face shiny all over not to mention the dirt I see after I wiped my face with a hanky or a tissue.... eeeewwww... disgusting!!!!!

I love my dark colored matte lipstick. I feel sexy and attractive wearing it. It's a no no without it! Can't help but think I'm sick whenever I don't put on any on my lips. I don't know what's with the lipstick that makes me feel self assured and confident. But whatever it is, it sure does wonders for me.

Victoria's Secret Love Spell!!!! A spray just won't do!.... should be a minimum of 5... hehehe. Don't ask why, I feel as if I'm not getting the scent I want to smell if it's just a spray or two. But it's worth it. I don't have to spray myself again in the mid day or before going home. I still smell nice even after the whole day of work at the office. It also put a smile on my face whenever others say they like to be near me because I smell good.

Any one of these will surely make me happy.... now you have a reference on what you can give me... ahahahaha.... girls will always be girls. :-)

Naughty Pat

I have to give it to Patricio.... he sometimes knows when to make you laugh even without meaning to.

I'm really not in the mood to talk earlier today, just like to listen and be quiet the rest of the call conference. Somehow, it ended up of just me and Patricio 'coz the others seem to be busy and not answering the call. He sensed that I'm kinda not in the mood to talk so kept asking questions like if we had call confe last night, who did we talked to, what's our latest post and so on. And out of the blue he just blurted out that he's going to call me mama from now on! Eeeewww... I'm still young to have someone like him as my son!... but with what he said, I ended up laughing... ahahahaha Patricio and his crazy ideas... till now can't keep myself from smiling. He didn't stop from there, said it's better to call me "mommy" instead... even asking me to give him a new bike (he's just joking of course... well at least I know he is...hehehe). Daaaaaa!!!!! Now I'm being turned to a sugar mommy... ouched!!! If he said he can be my sugar daddy I would readily accepted... hahahaha.

Honestly, other girls would go gaga if he calls them "mi"... he rather said it sweetly (ahahaha... what? with sugar coating?)... for a guy who claims to be shy... he doesn't sound like it at all... hehehe.

But what the heck?!?! I like his joyful banther every now and then. He is like a present meticulously wrapped waiting to be openned, anticipating what you might see afterwards. Wonder what surprises he'll be giving to us next.. ahihihi.

Thank you for cheering me up today... you made my day. ^_-

My Melancholy Soul

Dear Prince Bunso,

At times like this when I’m down and holding back on my tears, you helped me get through it. Calling you has been the right thing to do. You have no idea how unhappy I was and still am.

Somehow for a while, hearing you sing made me forget something so disheartening. Your melodious voice blocked all the unpleasantries I have endured for quite some time.

All my senses was atuned listening to you. It’s as if I’m in a dreamland and your beautiful voice was walking me through it.... guiding me.

For a while, just for a while, I felt light, happy, and contented. You made my night, there’s nothing more I could ask for.

Thank you so much.

Sincerely,
Paraluman



Dearest Maldita,

What can I say? At times of my sadness, when I’m confused, felt like crying, and my inside is aching... there’s only one person I could think of... that is YOU!

You’re comforting me not by words... you just listen. I don’t need someone who’ll tell me what I should and should not do... I already know that... but you... also know it and doesn’t give me an earful of useless crop. Maybe that’s why we jive. You understand me... the real me... than anyone else. (Gosh... why suddenly my tears are falling?... really am a cry baby...).

For all my flaws and imperfections you have accepted me.

Just want you to know how grateful I am for your friendship. I’m lucky to have someone like you.

Moments like this, I’m not with Maldita but with an ANGEL!!!

Loving you,

ATE

Tranquility

Am now sitting at the back of our building, on a monobloc, legs crossed, hands on my lap, my head touched the wall. I’m looking up at the white clouds and blue sky. The gentle breeze is blowing, caressing me and the trees and grasses swaying with it. I see birds and butterflies flying. The sun is partially hiding on the clouds. The white clouds is passing by and I see the coming of the dark ones... it’s probably going to rain later.



At moments like this, I appreciate the beauty of life, thankful that I have been born to experience it. My childhood memories come rushing in. Gone were the vast land that was once our playground instead the subdivions had taken its place. Cows and carabaos were there no more instead tricycles, cars and the like can be seen. No more freshly harvested vegetables from the backyard, can readily buy from the supermarkets. Aahhh... gone were those days but still got lucky to have experience it.

If only time could stand still... I feel so at peace... it’s so calm and so quiet. I would like to stay here a little longer but can’t... have to get back inside our office.

As I uncross my legs slowly get up, I close my eyes and let the feel of the breeze on me blowing through my hair. I open my eyes and slowly turn my back at the picture perfect sight... I’m back to reality.....

Being ME

Have you read my profile? What I’ve put there is true, never pretended to be somebody otherwise. People may sometimes misunderstood me, doubt my action, question my motive... but as I said I don’t care what the others may think so long as I am happy doing the things I’m doing.

I choose to be choosy of my friends. Why? Because they will become part of me, become my family. I don’t feel good when I’m in bad terms with them coz my inside is hurting and in pain. At times that I’m at my worse and unreasonable ...I needed understanding more. I may talk loud and my words sharp but my bark is worse than my bite.

I always rely on my instinct... often times it proved to be right. Though I’m hard headed and willful, I still need comfort and reassurance.
There are times I’m covering my sadness by laughing out loud. I can join in the joyful banther even though deep inside I’m crying. My emotion is always in check, guards always up. If I share my inner thoughts and feelings, and cry without reserve... it means your not just a friend but my confidant.
I don’t believe on being friends only for the good times, it always should include for the bad. If you need help just tell, I will do things for you within my means... I will also try beyond it. Don’t have to be indebted to me, it’s enough that you give me the honor of doing it for you.

No matter how others may think of you, it doesn’t affect how I see you, so long as we understand each other that’s all that matters.

In friendship, I value honesty, trust, understanding, responsibility, and love. I’m selfish you know. I would like my friends to have these... I’m a complicated person who needs friends as complicated as me.

“True friends are few, hope those I cherish includes you.”

Melody

I always thought how nice it is jamming with friends, singing any songs you know, and laughing out loud on out of tune keys.

Of course it’s Maldita and Sleepy Head who shares this kind of thing with me. I already claim it... we’re singers no matter if the others think otherwise... ahahaha.
But have you ever had anyone sing for you? Not yet? Well, do what I did! I forced someone to sing for me.... hehehe. I don’t really mind what song it is so long as it’s mellow, not loud, and definitely I can understand. I throw tantrums whenever I asked and I’m getting a negative answer (hahaha ... as I said there are times I’m reasonable yet unreasonable and this is one of them... I’m a girl after all and would want to have things my way... hahaha). And who suffers from all these tantrums? Who else, but Sleepy Head! I don’t know how or why but whenever I want him to sing for me he wouldn’t refuse and he spends time looking and memorizing a song. I’m really touched for the effort he put on it to make me happy. The smile won’t leave my lips even after I sleep and wakes up in the morning (well can’t help it... no matter the reason and choice of song it was sang to me and that’s all that matters).

Lucky is a person who has a voice for singing, can definitely get the attention of whomever he/she wants to get. Sometimes it is easier to say what you feel through a song and it’s a little more romantic (I’m a hopeless romantic, I like this kind of thing... hehehe).

I truly appreciate SH for the effort and trouble I put him through, even his patience and tolerance of me... your music moved me. Thank you and looking forward to next song you’ll sing for me.

To quote.... “Melody is the divine way of telling beautiful and poetic things to the heart.”

Daily Companion

My Sleep

Sleep please come to me
Fill my head with fantasy
Make me who I want to be
So I may rest peacefully.

Your my companion day and night
I don’t want you out of my sight
Having you I feel light
Making me cheerful and bright.

Despite the chides I receive everyday
I’ll not leave you come what may
They can say whatever they want to say
I beg you don’t go just stay.

You give me strength and hope
Without you I will mope
Sure don’t know how to cope
Probably be in the slope.

Whenever I see you my heart leaps
Can feel tingling up to my fingertips
I won’t let go and let you slip
Hope you’ll take me and sail in a ship.


.....Today I just made two poems for Sleepy Head... whaaat!!!... and right this minute he’s already asleep (well well well... couldn’t expected otherwise).

The truth is he had so much to do at home... like what?... fetching water, feeding the chicken, sweeping the ground, planting plants and a whole lot more. As I told you before, he’s a homebody and knows how to do the household chores (a perfect guy for a house boy...joke... hehehe). So as you can see, with all the works he do he’ll definitely get tired doing all of it. I salute you friend and hope that there are more like you. But wait, there’s more... this guy is like any other guy who likes pretty hot girls (are the girls burning or with chili...hahaha). He had a lot of practice fluttering girls by saying sweet nothings (he said it not me... honest... hehehe). But whatever, I like him for what he is... quiet, simple, polite... also hate him when he tell lies and break his promises. Nevertheless, as long as he’s happy he can be whom he wants to be.... Hugs and kisses for you.... mwaaaah!

Ligaya ng Buhay

Sa wakas may tula na rin akong nagawa para kay TL. Cyempre dahil nagbuhos (ano? naligo? hehehe) ako ng oras (nasa 10 minuto siguro un) para mabuo ito sana magustuhan nya.

ANG TULOG

Sa tuwing ako’y nag-iisa
Di maiwasang makadama
Pagbigat ng aking mga mata
Tulog ay nakahahalina.

Pagkatapos ng gawain sa umaga
Makaminendal man o hindi na
Paghikab sa aki’y makikita
Nais ay laging makapahinga.

Sa tanghali pagkatapos kumain
Pag-upo sa duyan ang gawain
Marahang dampi ng ihip ng hangin
Ang syang humahaplos sa akin.

Sa mayabong na puno na aking kanlungan
Ang init ng araw ay di ko ramdam
Aking idlip ay di ipagpapaliban
Pagkat diwa ko’y unti-unting lumilisan.

Sa takipsilim na may kalamigan
Kasama ko ay aking kaibigan
Walang humpay aming kwentuhan
Tunay na nagbibigay kasiyahan.

Pag antok ay nagparamdam
Mga mata ay biglang lumalamlam
Sa kaibigan ay magpapaalam
Para tulog ay makamtam.

Kaya huwag ninyong pagtakhan
Kung tulog ang aking libangan
Ito ang nagbibigay sa akin ng kaligayahan
Sana ako’y maunawaan at pabayaan.

Tapos na po.... hehehe

No Truth No Lie

Sometimes the truth can hurt us but so does lies. Is it better to tell a lie to protect someone or tell the truth that may also hurt somehow? Either way, both can bring pain. Why do we tell lies anyway?
1. We can’t help see others getting hurt.
2. We are afraid of others being angry with us.
3. We seek approval for what we say and do.
4. To make us popular.
5. For others to stay quiet.
And a whole lot more reasons I at the moment cannot think of.
If you will ask me, I’d rather be hurt knowing the truth. Why? Because whatever the consequences of knowing it though unpleasant, I’ll learn to cope up and deal with it the best way I can. While on lies, the lies itself is already hard to comprehend what more the thought of being lied to. Whenever I learn of being lied to, I have to ask why? Maybe now that I’m older and learned to question things, I’m not as hot headed and impulsive as I was young. I want to understand why things happened the way it happens. I try seeing things on a different perspective and views. We have to see matters on a bigger picture and try to figure out things objectively.
As always, those who lied to me have to endure the sharpness of my togue. But I admit there are times I’d rather hear some lies. Like what? Well, lets see... I’m pretty (hmmm that’s what my mirror tells me ahahaha), I’m sexy (atleast among the chubby hahaha), I’m fun to talk with (maybe ’coz most often than not I’m the only one talking hahahaha).
Seriously, we have to consider the people we are talking to. There must be sound judgement whether to tell truth or lies. I may want to hear the truth (and I demand to hear it.... demand really? What bossy? hehehe) but others may not take it well lest a lie must be told. So take your pick, is it TRUTH or LIE?

Promise???

Are promises really made to be broken? Whenever someone broke a promise to me I felt hurt, betrayed, disappointed, sad. From the start that it was made, in the back of my mind, somehow there’s doubt that it will be kept. But why do I still chose to believe?
1. I give my complete trust to a person. For me trust is something earned and not freely given (well unless you’re planning to have a family planning our government is giving free Trust... condom... daaa?!... hehehe) so better not to break that trust or I won’t believe anything you’ll say in the future.
2. I have faith to the person who made it and that he/she will comply by he/she said and knows how to keep it.
3. I value the person and the relationship I have with that person (especially friends, since I’m choosy of friends and those I have I keep). But I most certainly would not let you off the hook that easily.
4. It makes me want to know if I’m as important to them as they are to me. If you are really being valued as a person and as a friend they wouldn’t want you to feel hurt and disappointed, would they?

So remember, never let a person down coz it sure is not a good experience and feeling.

And pleeaasssee... don’t you piss me off by broken promises... you know I’m not the quiet type who will hold her tongue and let everything slide. I always speak my mind out coz it makes me feel better afterwards.

But be it a friend, love ones, or not, just be mindful of fulfilling your promises coz we are also judge by putting our words into action.

Pouring Rain

Rain rain rain go away! Pleeeaaaassseee. This is what I’m saying now, exactly the opposite when I was young.

During my childhood years, my cousins and I could hardly wait for the rain to come. Everytime there’s rain, we would be seen running in the street hands outstretched and feeling the rain pour down our bodies. We used the roof gutter at our grandmother’s house as our shower. Behind our houses there’s a creek that often rise during this time. We’ll be having a boat race there or sometimes used our slipper for the game. The empty rice field would be filled with children running around on bare feet. We enjoyed the feel of mud on our feet but also careful not to have mud on our clothes or will be having a good spanking when we get home. Don’t know how or why but I always end up getting a spank or two.... ouched...really hurt you know... my only consolation was that I had a great time playing outside that I can’t help but smile though my tears were running down my cheeks.

Reminiscing those times makes me wish that I could turn back the time when I don’t think of anything but to play, eat, and sleep...just to experience it once more. Though as adults, we are now free whatever we wanna do.

And since I’m all grown up, there’s one wish I’d like rain to be.... (hoping... da!... as if it will happen) what else but MEN... ahahahaha. Geri Halliwell really sang it well...its raining men hallelluyah raining men... God bless mother nature coz she’s a woman too...
If it really will rain men I ’ll ask maldita to join me so she can choose whomever she likes to have... hahahaha. If this event will really happen then I won’t say rain rain go away, instead it will be rain rain don’t go away, please come anytime anyday Paraluman and Maldita wants to play.... hahahaha.

Looking After You

I always feel nervous whenever my love ones are sick. I don’t know what to do, kinda helpless.

Last Sunday Bunso had fever. Had to stay awake all night just to get his fever down. Fortunately, he’s fine in the afternoon of the following day.

Yesterday, for the 2nd time, my heart sunk knowing Kuya’s running with fever. What’s upsetting in this situation is (not the thought of staying up all night looking after him) not knowing what his sickness really is.

It worries me too much whenever they have fever, especially now, because there is a dengue outbreak. How can I not worry? Dengue is caused by mosquito bites and there are so many mosquitoes in our area.

Now in this early hour, as I watch Kuya sleep, I’m praying that he gets better by the morning. I will be at peace if I see him up and about, walking around and laughing as he used to.

It’s my joy to see Kuya and Bunso in good health and shape. I’m happy when they are happy and sad when they are sad. I’ll shield them from harm in anyway I can. I’ll be their eyes when cannot see, their ears when they cannot hear, their voice when they cannot speak, their hands when they cannot write, their feet when they cannot walk. Until the time that they can be and do things on their own, I’ll be there for them. I’ll watch them grow until I can let them go.

KACHATCHATAN

KACHATCHATAN (ca-chat-cha-tan): noun.--person you are talking to in person, thru net,or thru phone

I am amazed by my co workers who are used to chatting on-line. Technology really does wonders. You can talk to people of all ages and races. It does not matter if you are fluent in english (since it is the commonly used language all over the world)or not so long as you understand each other.

A year ago, when I was depress and in verge of tears, I happen to see the advertisement on my cellphone 'bout an on-line game. Curiosity win over me making me want to try it out. It's different from Facebook since you can play and chat at the same time and be anonymous all you want. Somehow I was hooked on playing that game and it helped me get through my not so idealistic life. My attention was diverted into making friends that thinking of my woes and blues is not as often as I used to.

I've chatted with people of various ages (though not as young as me... hehehe... don't ask my age, I won't tell)and of various regions and provinces. If you don't like the person in the chatroom might as well block him/her so he/she wouldn't get into your nerves and ruin your day (hehe I've blocked a lot...but only the vulgar and unrespectful).

From amongst those whom I like, I've got my fave six. Two gurlash and four boylets. Why I like them? Well, each of them have their own distinct personalities. Who are they?.... hmmmmm...

Before I tell you about my 6 most fave kachatchatan, one more popped into my head....so make that seven. We texted each other everyday and almost every night have conference. If that's not a complete chatchatan to the max I don't know what it is...hehehehe. For me, you guys are the best.....

BUNSO...He has a soft whispery voice. I like him best when he's singing. The quality of his melodic voice makes me want to close my eyes and just continue listening to him. If you want me to keep quiet, ask him to sing for me, 100% effective I'll be as quiet as I can be.

DENSIO...Why I like him? Well, he's my "fan" ... hehehe...heard me singing my favorite Batibot song, ISDA (FISH)...then whammmm...he memorized it, now he's singing it for us. But seriously, this hot headed guy is independent and has a mature mind. He has the future planned ahead of him, rarely you will hear from an 18 year old man (or is it a boy since he will actually turn 18 by the end of August....Happy Birthday).

BIGAT...A Robin Padilla type of guy who loves alcohol (not the looks but the attitude). In almost a year I've known him, I find him to be sincere and patient. Whenever I have questions and ask for his help, he will do so and not stop until I fully understand what I needed to know. He seems to be someone who will stand by you no matter what happens through thick and thin (I don't know how to explain further, only my sixth sense tells me that). Another thing I like about him, he never shout nor say disrecpectful words to me (that's pogi points for him...hehehe). I also enjoy talking to him, he's fun and full of humor.

PATRICIO...My "NET" saver. He's the quiet type who won't speak unless you talk to him or until he gets familiar with you. I trully appreciate this guy because of his patience. He doesn't like to argue, often times he just let you have your way. You're already angry with him but his cool is still intact. His voice may sound bored but he never shouts. He loves to tease (hurray! wouldn't you know it!), and jog (hmmmm...figure conscious), he reads the Bible (God fearing...Amen), and he is family oriented (what's that? hehehe). He is simply a very nice guy who is ready to give a helping hand.

LIIT...(As if I'm tall...hehehe)...This petite girl is really sweet and charming. She loves to cuddle and blow kisses on you. She's lively and doesn't run out of things to say. I love pinching her rounded cheeks (really cute). She'll argue but won't fight. Once she put her mind on something there's nothing you can do to change it (hard headed?... hmmm... no...just determined). From all of them, she's the only one I've met personally. She is bubbly on phone and in person. I'm really fortunate to have her as my friend.

MALDITA...(a real brat!!!!)...What I like about her is her sense of humor. Even if it's a serious and tear jerking subject we are discussing, can't help but laugh from time to time. It's not about something she said but the way she said it. Sometimes my words are hurting but have never heard her get angry with me (just complain an awful lot...hehehe). She may argue but most of the time just keeps quiet everytime I give her a lecture on love and on life. One of our constant topic...of course...handsome hunky papable men (well, could you blame us, we're girls after all...hehehe). We never run out of things to say where men are concern, but sometimes I think she needs to see an optometrist (hehehe....peace girl). And lastly, we both love to sing (clap clap clap... we're singers...ahihihi). When we are sad or just would like to relax, we will sing to our hearts content, don't care if we're singing out of tune, others would just have to endure (hehehe).

SLEEPY HEAD...His pic reminds me of the star in the Pirates of the Carribean. Do you know Orlando Bloom? I soooooooo love Orlando....He's a jaw dropping papable guy whom I like to see in my bed every morning when I wake up. But, it's not Orlando he resembles, the other guy non other than Jack Sparrow, with his long hair and big round eyes (hehehe). Nothing interest him more than sleeping and is very passionate about it. Whenever I get angry with him, he would readily apologize. Often he would ask for a textmate but pity is the girl who will be his textmate....most of the time he doesn't have a load...hehehe. He is a typical male who likes pretty girls... sad to say girls don't like him (joke...hehehe....for me he is good looking in his own way). He's a homebody...knows every household chores (so if you need a butler, call him....hehehehe). But kidding aside, he is a nice guy inside out. Most of all I like it whenever he sings for me, he can carry a tune (maybe he would sing again for me when he reads this...hehehe).

It doesn't matter if we have different religion, came from various regions, grew up from different settings and background, born from different years.... the fact still remains that there is power more stronger than these differences, and that is......FRIENDSHIP.

Laughter is the Best Medicine

I don’t know how I started getting the hang of it but you would constantly see me wearing a smile. I laugh easily whenever I talk to someone. Looking at me you wouldn’t have guess if somethings bothering me or not (well, unless it’s a major major issue). I’ve learned to adapt a happy attitude which helps me keep a positive outlook in life. I would often times encourage my friends to do the same and to laugh at their problems and worries. After solving our problems it will be there no more but the lines on your face will remain. Your wrinkled face will make you look old. Smiling and laughing makes us feel light hearted.....it's infectious. Imagine if all of us are smiling and laughing at each other. This will be a happy world to live in. So next time, find time to laugh, remember that laughter not only add life into your years but also years into your life."

Flowing Tears

Have you ever felt fed up and seems like would wanna give up? When others seem happy and contented you’re struggling to be that? Life is so unfair that there seem to be a heavy burden ladden on your shoulder. Whenever I’m having this kind of feeling, only crying helps me. Crying is my theraphy. After crying to my heart’s content and letting the tears flow until no more comes out, I feel a lot better. It’s as if I’ve been recharge and ready to face the battle on life again. Each of us have our own way to cope up with life, this is mine. And if crying won’t work the next time round, I’ll find ways to help me ease my heart and mind.

Who Would Have Thought

When I was just a child, I used to get some good spanking from my parents. I really hated those times and wished to instantly grow up and leave home to live on my own. One of my sister got the brain, she’s a consistent honor student from the time she entered school till she finished. My other sister is a beauty. She’s morena and really has a beautiful smile. If my sisters got the beauty and brain, then what is left of me? Nothing? Hmmmm....I thought so too at that time. I talked back, quarrelled with my sibling, and reasoned out when being scolded. I am a no good daughter who turns out to be the blacksheep of the family.At 18, I hardly shed tears when my father was laid to rest. I don’t know why, but tears just won’t come out during that particular time when everybody else were crying and howling. A few years after that when I had finished my studies and started working that my grandma’s sister told me something I never would have expected to hear, not even in a million years. She said that my mother told her, of all her children I am the most loving, caring, and she envisioned will look after her when she gets old.(Gosh, my tears are now falling. Thinking of that moment always makes me cry, well wouldn’t you be?). I hated them for so long, thinking they don’t want and love me when in fact they do.
It’s true then that no matter how bad we let people perceive us, ur innate goodness will always show. Sometimes our judgement is clouded by jealousy and hatred that we can’t see clearly what is right in front of us. I have not told my Nanay and siblings how much they mean to me. When oneday they happen to see this blog, just wanted you guys to know that given a chance I’ll still choose you to be my family, I LOVE YOU and hope all the best for you!

According to YOUR Will

I often thought how sad it is when someone dear to us leave this world. Today, I visited the wake of my co-employee’s son. Moises (or Moi, as he was fond of calling) was a young man at the age of 33 with a very promising career. He was found dead at his three bedroom apartment last August 4. The doctor’s finding was that one of his internal organs stopped functioning. The saddest part is, all happened abroad away from his family. I am all attention to the mother while she was talking during service. She’s brave and her being a devote christian (they are Protestant by religion) help her accept the fate of her son. She said she’s thanking God for letting her take care of Moi for the past 33 years, maybe it was time for Moi to join our Creator in His kingdom. Sad, true! But it is just a reminder to us that our life is not our own. If it is God’s will for us to leave the world and it’s earthly possession then there is nothing we can do about it. As I come of age, I see things on a different perspective. I have learned to appreciate the beauty of things around me. Everyday I’m thanking the Lord for my family and friends who have taught me the value of loving. And if oneday my time has come, I pray that I have done things according to His will.

The Beginning

Feeling kinda nervous and unsure. This blog thing is something new and unfamiliar yet because it's new, I also feel thrilled and excited. I'm not expecting anything from this since I don't know what is there to expect.

To Maldita, you inspire me to have a blog of my own.

To Dean who make it all happen, my heartfelt gratitude. You're the man.