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.