CUTENESS GALORE!!!

it’s been a while since i updated this blog.  i’ve been botting around the web kasi so walang time.  ngayon, wala pa rin akong time, gusto ko lang i-share ang mga pakilig stuff na nakikita ko lately (although if you’re a friend at FB, nakita mo na ‘tong mga ‘to. harhar!

1.  Light gave me the link to this.

diba!!!

tas eto pa (from Light din);

ANG CUTE DIBA!!!  Hahahahahahahaha!

mag Thank you tayo kay Light!

and just a while ago, i stumbled upon this;

ayihee

here.

muli, good luck na lang sa ‘kin kung magkajowa pa ko.  because, ah…  it seems, hindi ko na matitigil ang mga romantic shit na ‘to

ang mga bulak

maraming nagkalat na bulak sa grounds ng UP (sa tapat ng CAL) ngayon…

parang may mga nangahulog na maliliit na ulap sa damuhan.

ang ganda

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eto pa isang maganda…

‘Di na tayo umiibig tulad noon,
Pagka’t puso’y mga plastik at de-motor.

-Rio Alma

 
 
 
 
nakakaiyak

Smoke on Water (Japanese version)

panoorin nyo, sobrang COOL!!!

salamat gino-man

happy-happy, joy-joy!!!

MAEL IS BACK!!!

he smiles…

and the world seems much brighter.

Suzi and the moonflower

among the four kinds of flower seeds Suzi Abrera gave,  the moonflower was the only one that survived.

it’s now in bloom…

 

life is (still) beautiful

some good news since yesterday…

• LABEDA service back to normal!!! woohoo! we no longer have to fetch pails of water oh yeah!
• my officemate returned my favoritest book after more than 2 weeks (i missed it sooo…)
• my brother got in Max’s! it’s his first real job He’s been waiting for this opportunity since he graduated last March (well we all waited, because we didn’t want him to settle for less. hahaha! taray!). He got the post he wanted, and a fine pay too! wipee!!!
  
• Holden came back from the DC trip (DC is the company name… hehehe he didn’t go to DC-Washington DC), hay… may katabi na ko matulog!
• and finally (i got this from gino’s friend eumir) a black version google… Blackle: Energy Saving Search.

Blackle doesn’t only look cool but saves energy as well. Apparently;

“Image displayed is primarily a function of the user’s color settings and desktop graphics, as well as the color and size of open application windows; a given monitor requires more power to display a white (or light) screen than a black (or dark) screen.” Roberson et al, 2002 .

so go on, do your part and set it as your browser’s homepage. read more about it here.

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‘hope more ‘good news’ comes in the next few days… who knows, i might not need the doctor anymore

and by the way, i finished drafting a short looking forward to writing more for short fix…

last hug

i remember seating on a white mono-block chair, in a semi-circle with a group of people who i don’t recognize. we were inside a church or somewhere else with the same ambience. we sat quietly… until someone came in the room.

he was familiar. but everything was vague… his features were vague. he was wearing a white shirt, white shorts, and brown leather sandals.

suddenly, my sister was there (or maybe she’s been there the whole time and i just didn’t notice). the man who just entered the chapel gave her a pair of sandals. my sister cried.

then he came to me. silence filled the place, even the air was still for a moment.

he embraced me. so tight that though i didn’t know what to do at first, i knew embracing him back as tight would be the right thing to do. we both cried.

everything faded. i was freezing cold as i woke-up from the dream.

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we all had the same dream, except with different endings.

my sister, accepting the pair of sandals.

me returning the hug.

my brother, seeing him just walk around the chapel and showing everyone he was still alive. his passing away just a bad dream.

that dream was the first ‘paramdam‘ we all had from our dad. he’s been gone for 3 years… tomorrow.

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now i understand why i’ve been uberly jaded lately.  i’m always more depressed this time of year.

i miss you daddy… we love you! R.I.P.

sun+rain

i went out for lunch today (nothing extraordinary, just went to ministop herrara like the usual). and because i looked out the window before i left my workstation (and saw the sun shining) i didn’t bring my jacket with me. when i was about to cross the street, it started to drizzle. the whole thing (drizzling) went on and off throughout lunch break… sugar and i just kept talking about the usual topics, but my mind was off somewhere.

usually, i’d rant about this kind of weather saying; this kind of fickle weatherness makes people sick or feel sick and it may be the reason why i’m in no mood to work just like a few dozen of my friends. lame excuse. but i’m not doing that today…

today’s weather brought me back to a time when we (me and my kid brother Y) just watched the rain from the veranda or the garage when we were kids… this is the kind of rainy weather when no one’s allowed to go out and enjoy the shower singing “kung ang ulan ay puro tsokolate, o anong sarap ng ulan” from Batibot… or draw Sun’s on the pavement chanting “Rain, Rain, Go away come again another day…” or play with paper boats in puddles.

 

because when it rains while the sun is out…

 

MAY KINAKASAL NA TIKBALANG.

Note: This myth is not exclusive to the Philippines, watch Akira Kurosawa’s DREAMS.

here’s a snippet…

comfort in your strangeness

I bottle fed til i was five ( imagine how long it will take me to push the publish button after opening this entry with that statement. hooo!). I don’t know why I didn’t want to give that up considering that I knew i was supposed to be in kindergarten by that time. I just didn’t want to give it up. It was my life, my sole source of comfort, entertainment, and nourishing. I had the same issue with the pillow I clung to since birth, which my mama had to throw away because I didn’t even want it washed (yes, I was that gross). The bottle she couldn’t take away, coz if she did I’d steal my younger brother’s ration of milk.

She once told me, “You will never have friends in school. All the other kids would know you still bottle fed, because you’d have to bring a bottle with you and ‘dodo’ in the corner of the room. And you’d be the only kid still doing the ‘dodo’.”

True enough, all throughout my elementary years (including Prep… I didn’t go to Kinder) I didn’t have friends. I remember being in Preparatory and not mingling with the other kinds. I didn’t want to have to do anything with them. I played with my clay, and my green Rainbow Brite doll by myself. I didn’t want to talk to them. I don’t know why.

I had to transfer to another school in Elementary, because we moved to San Pedro, and because I still didn’t want to be-friend other kids, I spent breaks by myself. Walked alone to the ham and cheese flying saucer sandwich stall, bought ham and cheese and strawberry shake. Ate while walking back to the room, I was then finished with my meal when I got back to the room. So for the rest of break time I either arranged the seats, or pretended to be asleep (this is what I’m talking about Sugar and Gino).

What my mom said didn’t have an effect on me really; I thought there was, but as I thought about it more… wala. I just wanted to be alone.

There are just people who prefer to be alone for no reason at all. I don’t hate other people, I don’t hate the world, I don’t think I’m better than others and that they don’t deserve my attention (an officemate once asked me, “Are we not good enough for you? Why don’t you eat lunch with us.” ). Maybe I just want to be detached… sometimes, most of the time.

I was already in High School when I started to belong to a group. It was fun. But that was it… FUN. Maybe that’s why I liked college more, because I can be with a group of friends, or be alone. I wasn’t required to be with a particular group all the time, so I discovered who I really was.

Anyway, because I was mostly alone all the time, I used to think that I was the only kid in the world given the name I was given by my parents (no one else in their right mind would combine the names of 2 budding actresses in Philippine showbiz and have their daughters named with that… I though mama was crazy). I thought I was the only one born the day I was born, so I was amazed every time I got acquainted with someone who shares the same birth date. In short, I thought I was the most unique person born in the world. Special. Turns out i really wasn’t (jaded? hehe).

I also didn’t know that from the other side of the metro there was another kid, given a unique-sounding name (which of course also turned out to be a bit common as well), who like me, spent his time mostly by himself (given that temper… he actually stabbed the palm of a classmate for stealing his newly sharpened pencil).

When I met him I knew right away that he was special…

You see, he’s the only person I know who spent most of his Elementary days in the school chapel and attended 5 mass schedules everyday (maybe he wanted to be closer to God than anyone else). He’s the only person I know who can sleep sideways balancing with his arm up in the air (seriously, he’s asleep when he does that). He writes, makes collages and draws like no other (he draws faces with millions of dots). Lastly, he’s the only person I know who was born the day after his parents got married.

Now if that ain’t special, I don’t know what is.

I cannot enumerate all the other ‘special’ factors here. To end it all, just like what Cynthia Alexander’s song says…

“I have seen,

I have been to places far and deep

In my mind

Only to find

Comfort in your strangeness.”

 

YAB chuti! Happy Birthday!