my afternoon stroll at Paseo de Sta.Rosa

I went to Paseo de Sta. Rosa this afternoon to have my passport picture printed at the nearest Kodak Center. I was quite indeed in a hurry to reach home at 4 in the afternoon, so that I would be able to bring my forms to the testing office just in time before 5.

I can't remember the last time I've been to Paseo de Sta.Rosa, it must have been months since i took a stroll, or had a hearty meal with friends, though most of the times i passed in this commercial center on my way to Nuvali or Tagaytay. There has been a lot of construction and extension going on in Paseo de Sta. Rosa, maybe in a few year's time, the area would be a boom. Of course, it has to keep up with the current and fast improvement that has been going on at the rival site Nuvali. Nuvali has flourished to be a good provider of leisure, dining and shopping, and Paseo de Sta. Rosa has to beat that, being a player for the longest years. Paseo de Sta. Rosa started out as a country market which serves the neighbors who were lazy enough to go downtown, and where Wet and dry goods were at hand. It used to be the center of appetite from all walks of life, from to fancy restaurants to everyday feast held at the market side, from trike drivers to factory workers to businessmen and women, from shorts and sando to polo jackets and coat and ties. Through the years, it has gone through a lot of transformation, developments and expansion.

 old paseo se sta.rosa

And since i haven't been in this area for quite marijuana years, i was a bit shocked yesterday to find some shops already closed. Maybe for a change i guess. To transfer to a better location, to cater to more consumers, i just do not know. All i know is that i saw empty spaces of used-to-be familiar stores and hollow area of used-to-be-familiar stuffs, including the Kodak Printing Center.

This goes to say my plans were put kaput.

I resolved to just push through with my plans on Wednesday, reschedule the submission of requirements and just stroll around the area to see more of dead businesses. lol.

I happen to pass by on a dress shop on the other parallel side of closed Kodak Center. I scanned their items to check if something would be of interest to me. The saleslady was sweet, I had a nice conversation with her.(Read: Salestalk)  I asked about the closure of the shops and she said that the Kodak was closed months ago. She also narrated that most people would ask them where it was relocated, but they wouldn't know. After fitting an item, i paid for it and went out. I then remembered a printing shop down at Paseo de Sta. Rosa 3, and headed to the direction. I was groping for my phone inside the bag, but i couldn't find it. I went inside the ladies room and scanned by bag, but still couldn't find my phone. Using my other phone, i dialed the number and heard it rang, but i can't find the thing around. I rushed back to the shop where i got a purchase and told the lady if i could check the fitting room for my missing mobile. The owner immediately let me in, but i found none. He asked me to continue calling the missing phone, in hopes that the person who found it would be kind enough to return it back. He called the guard and asked to call him back should someone surrender a phone in the lost and found office. He was very kind to assist me. Having a gut feeling that i could have left my phone in my car, i rushed back to check and.. yes.. my bb was there. (crappy me)

So there goes my afternoon stroll at Paseo de Sta.Rosa. It was quite an afternoon, thought I lost my phone… again. And the pictures? I'll just have it printed later at SM.

Pressure washer hose

Pressure wash hose is your best companion for all your cleaning needs. 

To remove molds, grime, chalk-like residue, dust, loose paint, mud and dirt from surfaces, the pressure wash hose plays a vital role in keeping clean the areas of the buildings as well as vehicles and road surfaces. Spraying at high velocities is a good way to dislodge unwanted elements in a surface.

As every cleaning job requires the right equipment, it is imperative that you choose the right type of pressure wash hose to be used. It has a direct effect on how well the cleaning job gets done. The right pressure for a washer hose should be so carefully selected, as pressure wash hoses come in a lot of different sizes and styles, each designed to match a specific cleaning function. The selection requires a bit of knowledge on some of the things you'll need to consider before your procurement.

The strength, durability and function of the pressure wash hose are the primary concern when acquiring one. The hose must sustain the pressure that is required by your specific type of cleaning. They must be durable enough to practically handle without damage your cleaning specifications. There are varieties of pressure wash hose available in the market and as the user; you must exercise careful planning and selection. In addition, there are also a number of accessories for the washing system to couple with the pressure wash hose such as couplers connectors, ball valves, hose barbs and reinforced tubing to ensure that the cleaning job would be a breeze. Be sure to pick the best pressure wash hose that best fits your cleaning needs.

A pressure wash hose should be operated with due regards to safety. The pressure-driven water coming out of the nozzle is powerful, as this is ejected at high velocities. The cleaning process could dislodge objects from the surface being cleaned at top velocities. Burst pressure from the hose should always be considered so as not to directly aim at some objects and propel it in unintended directions. This is extremely high pressure, so keep the wand and the water away from any electrical wire or devices. Before you start, protect any fixtures, plants and other breakable objects with bags, drop cloths and duct tapes. Operate the pressure wash hose with both hands, and work your way closer to the surface until you feel the spray that is strong enough but not too strong. For best cleaning action, you can adjust the distance back and forth as you hold the nozzle.

When you have to keep it really clean, nothing does better than having a pressure wash hose at hand. So take care of your pressure wash hose just as you take care of the things that you clean. After use, drain all the water from the hose and pack it for storage and easy retrieval for next usage. You can coil it on a hose hanger, wide bracket, or reel, but do not hang on a sharp nail or hook. Never twist or curve in something linear or bend sharply to prevent premature cracking. Do not tug on the hose when you want a kink to be eliminated.   Instead, work your way by using your hands to remove the kink, avoid the kinks to settle permanently in the hose as this is where frequent sprout leaks originate. Clean out also the fittings prior to storage. Such safekeeping will keep the prolonged life of your pressure wash hose.  

EDC

Cash Dividends from EDC.

 

Yebah!

 

 

all i need

Rest. That’s all I need. Now.

Gotta go at 3.

Ciao.

weakling

Was quite a mess at the onset of the week. I was kind of sick last Monday, but then I had to render overtime til 7pm to finish some job assignments. So yesterday, I was bolted to bed, oh the weak princess. Headache, sorethroat, cough, colds and others of that ilk, how I hate these unwelcomed and uninvited visitors. They feasted on me yesterday, it’s so sad that my antibodies are too late to respond. I lost my voice already, but then again, I have to report to work today because of the pending work.

Oh life and weakling me.

Can’t take care of myself that much anymore. LOL.

week starter

This made my day. Could even last for week. Or a month. Or a year. Haha.

You are always missed.

God uses broken things

Vance Havner says: God uses broken things. It takes broken soil to produce a crop, broken clouds to give rain, broken grain to give bread, broken bread to give strength. It is the broken alabaster box that gives forth perfume… God uses mightily those who have been hurt deeply and in this aspect, brokenness is a great blessing.

- Francis Kong

demet

I was wonderin’ if I could turn this office into a library so that it would be proper to see my boss just reading a book instead of working on his dumb ass.

Man, I even wonder if he could understand what he is reading.

Demet.

 

 

suck

Dear boss,

Your grammar is a disaster.

And so is your leadership.

You suck.

Lone

It's a lonesome night.

Tired myself doin' stuffs like weeding out the garden, burning dried weeds and trashes, car washing sweetie, shoveling the gravel and sand, fixing my jurassic-aged pc (epic fail), and spic and spanning around.

My head aches.

My heart weeps.

It's a lonesome night.
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Braided!

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pounds

Gained a lot of pounds the past week's vacation. The breakfast,lunch and dinner buffer had taken its toll, my clothes were starting to tight-hug me.

But it was indeed awesome week.

I just have to shred the extra pounds NOW.

 

^_^

Bato

Sana bato na lang din ako.

Uuurrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

in a while

Most of the times, i just couldn't contain my emotions i wanna scream out loud to release the tension, pressure, and pain.

I'll do it in a while.

tranquility

 

Same spot

I stopped at the same spot where i had my most romantic night with the moon. For sixty seconds, everything came to life.. the majestic lamp in the canvass above along with the memories. It is indeed ironic how the happiest memories could bring so much pain and tears when brought to the fore.

Goodnight and good morning :)

perfect. imperfect

Panglao Island, Bohol, Philippines
April 6, 2012

Perfect. Imperfect.

Home

Home :)

New day

Panglao,Bohol sunrise

IMG-20120404-00021.jpg

Panglao island

off

It's a fine and sunny weather. My mind at work is barely functioning, already off to a vacation. I wish time would speed up so that I can march my way home. I really need some time off from this hell.

 

wanna join?

I sometimes feel lost in the haze of unchartered destiny. I seem to be yearning for things to happen, but then suddenly most plans go kaput. So there goes the Plan B, but then again, I find it hard to regain strength for me to conquer the battles again. But surrendering isn't on my vocabulary; i will strive harder and move farther until I reach my goals. Wanna join me? :))

roadtest

ROADTEST.

 

Brooooomm broooommm

 

rainshowers on a summer season

I had a very relaxing sleep last night with my fan turned off. Although the rain fallen into a mist, it was still way too cold. The last time i checked, it's already summer season. As a matter of fact, i had gone to two occasions of summer beach bumming to date, the first at Canyon Cove with Badz and Ron and the last to Isla de Higantes with Mayeth, Ady, Jean and Kuya Mike. I am even excited to our vacation next week and planning is underway to another adventure on May. All i know is that it's supposed to be the time of the year to frolick and bash (and get our skin scorched.lol) under the smiling sun.

It's alarming how the climate change has been adversely affecting our usual lives. The summer season usually kicks in at the onset of the love month, but this time, rain showers, cloudy skies, and cold breeze linger around even at the end of first quarter. I am quite not sure of any impending news about a storm, haven’t heard of it or read in media, but it’s quite disturbing and alarming in equal measure how our dear world is changing.

A friend of mine posted in his facebook a status about repenting for all our sins because the world is about to end. His evidence: rain showers on summer days. Is the world ending in 12122012? Oh my.

For now, I am much elated for the peeking sun. As far as I could do, I’ll do the sun dance til next week, and offer eggs to the monastery so that our trip next week would have a sunny weather. Hehe. Joke lang.

 

trimmed

Got my hair trimmed yesterday.

It’s a brand new day today.

MBT stocks

Cash dividends from MBT.

Life is sweet indeed.

 

Ring a bell

Ring a bell. They sound sooooooo familiar :))

boboss

back to hell.

to my right is the dark side.

how can someone so big be so bobo.

oh totoy bibo.

u deserve all the damnation.

boboss

 

Stress-free

Missin the stress-free weekend. I dont wanna go to work anymore.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

ALI

Cash dividends from ALI.

Stocks here there and everywhere

Alive

I feel so bad i had to go home earlier.if there's any consolation, it's the roar of my sweetie coming back to life.

Brrroooooooom brrroooooommmm

Death is not the greatest loss in life.

“Death is not the greatest loss in life.
The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.”
- Norman Cousins

wish list

here comes my early birthday wishlist.

Crumpler Industry Disgrace
Nikon P300
Tenba Cadmium Red Vector Shoulder Bag
Pink Monster Beats by Dr Dre

Yan na muna sa ngayon. hihihi.

Drawsome!

Enjoyed a night of doodles with my Ate Kims in the Itunes app Draw Something.
It was indeed DRAWSOME!
I miss you Ate. So much.

Chos!

Yesterday’s kinda worst. So for today, I’d like to start it brand new, and enjoy my work, love my job and work like I don’t need money.

Chos!

how to increase your likability

such an inspiration

Dear Boss,

You inspire me to be persistent in finding a more fulfilling, rewarding and enjoyable job. Thank you for being an @$$h0le. You fuel me to be very eager in looking for another job. You are such an inspiration.

Really.

FU.

headache

There’s a hell in my head last night and it was pounding me to death. Slept way too earlier than the usual.

 

 

advance party

My mind is already off to a vacation.

Sad that my physical self is still at work.

 

Oh puuhhleeezzzzz. Uwian na J)

 

perfect match

A perfect match.

Ipod Touch 4^th Gen and Sun Cellular 3g Router (borrowed from Rey. Hahaha)

Now I am utterly disturbed by my newly-installed apps.

Just wanna go home and…

play.

*big evil grin*

Not all goodbyes are sad

lol. hahaha =)) rofl. lmao.

Yesterday

My first time to reach Parang, Marikina.

My first time to ride the LRT Line 2. A 20-minute ride from Cubao-Recto, man it was such a swift!

From the last station, taking more than two hundred steps then led me to Quiapo Church.

A lot of prayers sent to Him amidst the beeps and honks and cheers and jeers and loud calls and shouts around. I know God heard mine.

Blood-sucking time again. I need to count the intruders in my system.

It was a very tiring day.

But I love it.

Tiring Tuesday

Whoah. Tiring Tuesday.

Been traveling and walking to and from the whole day.

Need to rest muna. I seemed to have caught some virus i am not feeling good na naman

Am such a weakling princess.

Anyways, i hope everything turns out well.

milk and cookies

Milk and cookies are good for the body.

So off I am on a Monday morning sipping hot milk and chocolate chip cookies while working my butt on quality process variables.

It’s a feel good Monday J

SAGADA

Missin’ the cold, peaceful mornings at Sagada, Mountain Province.

nobody noticed my new eyeglasses. hehe. like like like.

hide and seek

“Hide-and-seek, grown-up style. Wanting to hide. Needing to be sought. Confused about being found.”
― Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten: Uncommon Thoughts on Common Things

fact you boss

Yesterday, i was so full of hatred i wanted to put my foot in my boss' mouth. I wanted to kick him, slap him, and torture him until he has at least a grasp of what leadership means. He seems to know everything, or claims to be superior, when in fact, he's got insufficient knowledge and null understanding on our production processes.

Am I being too judgmental? Oh the crap in me. I won't hold any statement, until he proves himself worthy of that post. Until he knows what pareto diagram is, until he is able to interpret bar and line graphs. Until he knows how it is to be a good leader... to be a good manager.

Oh please save my soul in this forging hell.

Ps. Fact you boss. (Magpakatotoo ka ^_^)

Sinful Ruffles Queso

It's an early morning and I am munchin' on a Ruffles Queso.

Sarap!

Sinful Thursday.

no-brainer boss

It sucks when you have a no-brainer boss.

Oh life. Life oh life.

You Should Date An Illiterate Girl

This is so hilarious i wanna slap him in his face :)) lol

You Should Date An Illiterate Girl
Jan. 19, 2011
By Charles Warnke
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/dont-date-a-girl-who-reads/

Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.

Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi, and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into it every time the air gets stale, or the evenings get long. Talk about nothing of significance. Do little thinking. Let the months pass unnoticed. Ask her to move in. Let her decorate. Get into fights about inconsequential things like how the fucking shower curtain needs to be closed so that it doesn’t fucking collect mold. Let a year pass unnoticed. Begin to notice.

Figure that you should probably get married because you will have wasted a lot of time otherwise. Take her to dinner on the forty-fifth floor at a restaurant far beyond your means. Make sure there is a beautiful view of the city. Sheepishly ask a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne with a modest ring in it. When she notices, propose to her with all of the enthusiasm and sincerity you can muster. Do not be overly concerned if you feel your heart leap through a pane of sheet glass. For that matter, do not be overly concerned if you cannot feel it at all. If there is applause, let it stagnate. If she cries, smile as if you’ve never been happier. If she doesn’t, smile all the same.

Let the years pass unnoticed. Get a career, not a job. Buy a house. Have two striking children. Try to raise them well. Fail, frequently. Lapse into a bored indifference. Lapse into an indifferent sadness. Have a mid-life crisis. Grow old. Wonder at your lack of achievement. Feel sometimes contented, but mostly vacant and ethereal. Feel, during walks, as if you might never return, or as if you might blow away on the wind. Contract a terminal illness. Die, but only after you observe that the girl who didn’t read never made your heart oscillate with any significant passion, that no one will write the story of your lives, and that she will die, too, with only a mild and tempered regret that nothing ever came of her capacity to love.

Do those things, god damnit, because nothing sucks worse than a girl who reads. Do it, I say, because a life in purgatory is better than a life in hell. Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent as a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much. A vocabulary, god damnit, that makes my vacuous sophistry a cheap trick.

Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses—the hesitation of breath—endemic to a lie. A girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.

Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.

Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so god damned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you.

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/dont-date-a-girl-who-reads/

It's Complicated by The Bloomfields

It's Complicated
by The Bloomfields

We used to be the beginning and the end
Not a footnote that you suspend
When will I ever find my own
To be the melody in someone else's song

I should have known 'cause I almost had it right
Now left in the middle of the night
Waiting for my blessing from above
I'm hopelessly in love

Stoplights blinking on and on
The moon shines brighter than the sun
I can't tell where I belong
If I belong at all

Good times just beyond the hill
But heartbreak is bad enough to kill
So you decide to just stand still and time fades away

How am I supposed to read your mind?
How am I supposed to even try?
How am I supposed to say what I had to say
when you shy away, when you shy, shy away.

Stoplights blinking on and on
The moon shines brighter than the sun
I can't tell where I belong
If I belong at all

Grey shades just don't have the thrill
Empty promises just don't pay the bill
I'll take that leap, I will
Come along with me

How am I supposed to read your mind?
How am I supposed to even try?
How am I supposed to say what I had to say
when you shy away, when you shy, shy away.

Stoplights blinking on and on
The moon shines brighter than the sun
I can't tell where I belong
Where do I belong?

How am I supposed to read your mind?
How am I supposed to even try?
How am I supposed to say what I had to say
when you shy away, when you shy
How am I supposed to read your mind?
How am I supposed to even try?
How am I supposed to say that I love you baby,
when you shy away, when you shy, shy away.

We used to be the beginning and the end

Gandhi's 7 dangers to human virtue

f*cked up

I was supposed to be happy because today's the last day of the work week. But news about our evaluation greeted me bad at the onset of day.

I f*cked up 2011.

I lost my luster already and as time passes, i am slowly loosing a part of me.

Sometimes i see life insipidly, bland to the very fore.

When i decided to let go of the job opportunity Toyota had given me, i had financial constraints as reason. They were offering me a package too paltry for me to live a comfortable life, for a job that entails more than full responsibility as a leader. Admittedly, i was first drawn to the position, coupled with the brand name. But after much thought, i realized that financial difficulties will always be an ally, for i would be living on the brink of less than enough to something short of nothing. I chose to stay where i am and promised to never look back at the bubble that I had burst.

I stayed where i am and bit all the bullets of misery this company has to offer. I often wonder where i got the strengths to stand still despite all the travails of sarcasm, the mockeries of skepticism, and the hard physical labor we had to perform.

 

**** i ran out of juices. kaboom!

ZZzzz

sana 3pm na.

lol.

hirap ng walang tulog.

antok na antok na ko.

you fire at me behind my back, i would always know... in due time

I just learned of some untold stories that made clear some things of the past that had burdened me then in some way or another. Some friends spoke negative things behind my back, and managed to strike smiles in front of me.

I won't wash my hands off the matter, but admittedly, these same persons had been a bane at one point in my life. I was just too lazy to hate them that much, for hating them would just make my world smaller, sadder, lonelier and everything in between hell and being more hell.

Having learned now of the real culprits behind that incident when we were questioned by the admin regarding our whereabouts, i don't feel animosity to them anymore. Although i pity them for thriving on petty things to pull us down, i could still laugh to my hearts out on how funnier it had been back then that their intentions were put into question after we had presented our approved and signed forms as evidences against their wrong claims. It was case- closed in an instant. Back then, i never knew who our detractors were, and never did i had any desire to know them.

Now that the cat has been let out of the bag, and now that they have their own faces, i actually wouldn't care. The past has been long gone. It is true that no secret could be kept forever. And if you fire at me behind my back, i would always know... in due time.

:)

the two sides to a coin

I've been missing my sweetie for the past two months. Stuck in our garage, the macho now refuses to start. Admittedly, it wasn't at all easy for me to revert to the cowboy daily commuter, but then again, i have learned a lot and will continue to embrace the journey until i find the car repair and maintenance on top of my priority list.

I have yet to know when i would have my car fixed. I am being generous enough to spend my time wandering. Just because my car can't be moved doesn't mean i have to stay still also. Frankly, i could have it fixed at the onset of its tantrums, but i chose to discover myself more and let it go temporarily while enjoying life's adventures.

But it isn't always that easy. It isn't always that smooth. I could always enjoy a comfortable reclining seat with my headphones on as i snap a nap on our way to work, but nothing beats the moments when i would sing at the top of my lungs while tapping the steering wheel and revving the engine harder as i jive to the amplitudes of Enter Sandman by Metallica and Crash into Me by Dave Matthews Band. I could always read a book or watch a flick in my ipod, or chat with someone while seated in a bus or jeepney, but somehow i dearly miss the solemnity and freedom of being where i want to be at my own convenience, time wise.

Ya know, there are always two sides to a coin.

^_^

Insomnia had been my unsolicited visitor last night

Insomnia had been my unsolicited visitor last night, along with the hordes of depressing thoughts that i could not decipher. I battled harder for the peace of mind that i so needed, and lady luck sided with me as I slipped to dreamland before midnight.

I need a parachute so i won't hit rock-bottom when times like these flash in an instant.

I'm sleepy now.

 

Gimme a break.

 

Puhleez.

I’m dearly missin’ my car.

:’(

On the beach, you can live in bliss

"On the beach, you can live in bliss."
- Dennis Wilson of the Beach Boys

So come on.
Join me.

DATE A GIRL WHO TRAVELS

"Find a girl who travels. Date her, love her, and marry her, and your world will never be the same again."

DATE A GIRL WHO TRAVELS

ehem!


hahaha!

FUN FUN FUN

@ Canyon Cove, Nasugbu, Batangas

'Twas a great day yesterday. I had a lot fun frolicking and bashing under the sun.

Wish i could do this everyday

^_^

Beach na beach

MEMORY

SUMMERTIME

SUMMERTIME!

Let’s go to the beach!

happier

It's a Saturday! The last day of work ^_^

Slowly, my senses are reverting back to normal. Sleep is a lot better, and the princess in me is a bit happier.

^_^

And now I deserve better.

So i finished the epic saga of Star Wars, just in time for the end of my very own epic waiting saga.

I can't help but speak of the superhero who had once promised me to save my world.

But then again, he has gone busy saving another world, and for that, i am in no position to contest.

Someone who has been away for so long, yes, he is definitely right, the princess doesn't even deserve that. Unsure he was if he knows himself anymore, and would i have to suffer because of that? Definitely NO. I know he wouldn't want that to happen too. But If i had indeed suffered from his faults, it's because i have loved him unconditionally, just as he loved me when we had our own world, amidst the raging thunder and storms of negative acceptance of the people around. I was then holding on to a promise of no goodbyes, come what may no matter what.

I waited for i know one day he would return from his journey. A tour of duty to his own self made me fear for the day he may find himself but eventually loose sight of me, far away in his heart. I have prepared for that very same day when he wouldn't even recognize me. But then i stood still, for a promise.

I was never wrong. He returned once, but i felt that the intensity of his feelings had been tainted by whatever he found or happened in his journey. I was then ready to let go, if only for a promise. I have discerned his very own fear and regret fulness from the tears in his eyes, and the sound of his voice. But he was so determined to leave again, to find his own self. With my heart already dashed into pieces, I felt the need to hold on, he asked me to be strong, to be a super heroine in his absence.

I know he was hurting, for he couldn't imagine the intensity of the pain he had caused me in his silence. It was just right that we part ways, because of the many complicated things he could not speak of. I haven't had any idea of the so-called dark side of him he told me once. Not even the slightest idea, but the terrorizing thoughts of the man he really is somehow bothered me. Up to now, his mystery still remains.

It was then that i realized that i really do not know him, and I have already lost the superhero that i have dearly loved. During our initial acquaintance, i remember him telling me how he does not want to be in a commitment. Therefore, he should not have fallen for me in the very first place. Likewise, i shouldn't have allowed myself to be swayed in this tragedy. But the moon and stars were in perfect alignment when we were together. I was his greatest mistake, when his very own self took over his supposed lost self. When he said that hurting me is the last thing he would ever do, it was too late for him to realize that he has hurt me more than he could have imagined when he first disappeared in our grid.

I would have turned my beliefs to his when i first felt the pain of his absence. It was my only way to be with him, to cushion the blow, and to lessen the longing. I have started my course in threading his path, how i want to be in the world that he wants to save. During the course of my study, i was swayed to adhere in what he believes. I have began to embrace it, until i lost his guidance, until i no longer heard from him. He left with no traces. I then lost the spirit to carry on with the learning. True enough, i should have done that out of my very own will, and not because of him.

In my last memory of him, he sounded so pernicious, making it sound like he has the best of intentions when in fact he really is a genius for procrastinating things. He should have spoken up long before i brought up religion. Where in the world did he leave his capacity for inventive thought, keen intelligence and quick understanding? He sounded so noble under his coat of cowardice, saying i will never know how much our memories meant to him. It's too sweet to decipher. Does my kingdom rejoice for that grand eloquence or weep for the grave loss of the once hailed superhero?

I was so blinded by this love i missed out on the pertinent things that mattered then. But then, it was the happiest, it was the greatest.

And now I deserve better.

:)

evaporation

Been missing a lot of blogs lately. I'm off grid with my juices, the Star Wars Marathon, soap operas, and matters of my silly heart had gotten the creative faculty evaporating elsewhere. 

 

Yeah.

crack

"There's a crack in everything, that's how the light gets through."

welcome heart

So it all ends here.

 

It's so nice to get my heart back.

Ending

My greatest story ends here.

coward

There's a coward in me.

:’(

I speak to no one, and no one speaks to me.

I must have been too silly staying up late 'till 3am on a Monday morning. I know that the lack of sleep on a week starter rewards employees with a degenerating productivity with every tick of the clock. I am no exemption.

Solitude has been my constant companion for the past few nights. It must have been the stillness of the surroundings, and the emptiness in my heart that has been gnawing at my soul when the dark settles in.

I am void of the comforts of the cold and rainy summer nights. Void of the pleasures of a company, and of the noise that I would love to hear so that I may silence the echoes of my weeping heart. 

I speak to no one, and no one speaks to me.

Where?

There's one great love and one true love.

Sometimes, they don't coexist.

I had my one great love for a wink.

Now, where's that one true love?

Nakamamatay ang kalungkutan

KUYA MELVIN

The night was absolutely great indeed after talking to my Kuya Melvin. I really missed him a lot and even though millions of seconds had passed between us, that great same feeling remains for someone whom i have loved so dearly. I remember the times we spent together, the banters and chuckles we exchanged, his wacky and out-of-this world guidance for my stupid lovelife, his silly and demeaning encouragements (lol!), the blessings he shared with me, the strikes he threw at the pins, the yucky novelty songs he'd sing while driving, the flowers he'd gave to me, the seriousness of the talks we had, the in-the-wee-hours of the night birthday call, the chocolates, packages, the monickers he'd call me, the surprises! I am very blessed to have a friend like him i will treasure him for the rest of my life.

 

I love you my Kuya. If you can read this, send me dozens of boxes of yummy Snickers. Hahaha!

 

Happy valentines day!

iisa

Sa kalagitnaan ng gabi kumakatok ang lungkot ng pag iisa

At ang tanging sandata upang ito ay maibsan ay ang malayang pagpatak ng mga luha

Hinahamon ng paglimot ang puso at isipan

Upang muling bigyang buhay ang darating na kinabukasan

Snap

Oh snap.those were the days :)) the 1st remainders.

Now i'm down to one :(

I miss you guys

Sign

Got it this morning. My boss is crap. My life isn't so i'll better move out

Sent from my iPod

I could live in this night forever

The sky was made brighter by the moon, the Milky Way was beautifully landscaped in the greatest canvass above, splashed in full display across the sky, and several twinkling stars stretched across the heaven.

The night reminds me of my sweetest days on earth.

I could live in this night forever.

Missing saif.

Think of life as a crossbow

Think of life as a crossbow lois. The tighter the string is stretched, the farther the arrow will be shot when it is released. If you think you have been stretched out so tightly, think of how far and high your success will be. Always be happy lois.   - MackieMac 02/06/2012

Cant remember

I bumped into someone at the market and she called me "kers" but my memory doesnt serve me really well. I just smile and said "hi" as an instant reflex but for crying out loud i really can't remember her :'(

Zark's ii

trap

I wonder why it's very difficult to step out of that trap.

I wish time had frozen way back when technotron spells excitement. Or when Hardees is a craving, and when magic is for believers. I wish chikka is an everyday happiness alarm, and when friendship is an oasis in a desert of hullabaloo. Most of the times, i am guilty of self-inflicted pain brought by too much retrospection.

I thought i had gotten over that as things have fallen into places some time and another. All is well between that trap, ironing things out for my own life and for the life of that goddamned shadowmaster. All is well ending well, and those around picking hues of contentment and freedom. I had the best of my life, opening up windows for ambassadors of passion.

I suddenly snapped out of place because of one selfish deed i had committed. But i barely had regrets, if not for the thought of being carelessly stupid, and mindlessly foolish. A mutual desire for an incessant want. A captivity of my own pleasures, for a heart that doesn't even beat. So selfish of me.

Too much retrospection is an electrifying jolt of reality. I could never have what i wanted before, but I could always come back to reminisce the moment when i am so full of everything. I could lurk in this place for some time; extend to an extent of self absorbability, only to be scarred upon returning to my real empty world. Too much pain, too much hurt, too much troubles.

A trap.

Zark's burgers

Bodypain

Bodypain.

Girl tulak

Sakit ng katawan ko pagtutulak kay sweetie paloob ng garahe.

Lagnat na naman.

:'(

Neighbors

Thankful for my kind neighbors who helped me pushed the car inside the garage. Thanks jelo and neighbor. My scary dogs didnt scare your big hearts. May God bless you both.

Sent from my iPod

Gravedigger

Gravedigger

When you dig my grave

Could you make it shallow

So that I can feel the rain

Gravedigger

 

-Dave Matthews Band

 

 

LAST SONG SYNDROME

Lychee overload.yummy

Sent from my iPod

warm me up

I'm too bitter on a Wednesday morning harnessing all the pain some people have caused in my life.  These are the doldrums of despair gnawing inside me on a cold morning when all I just want is to be with someone to warm me up.

 

Ampalaya mode.

I miss my car :’(

 

Side A

My dear sweetie is having his tantrums. Everything has been messed up: carb, electrical, compressor. I still need to replace the two rear wheels. And push a repaint too! It's just the beginning of the year but the budget for my car's maintenance for the whole year has been slowly trickling down.

I was torn between a house and lot and a brand new car last year but after sorting things out, i decided to settle in the residential property. I have no qualms about choosing the house and lot, and i am very excited to the day that i can move in. But a part of me still hungers for a stress-free road companion, the one that i could drive with more ease, comfort and peace of mind.

I wish i have the luxury to choose both. But i know in time, God will bless me not only with those two things i devoutly wish for, He will bless me with more love and comfort, and i have always been very very much excited to receive His truckloads of good showers.

It's a good morning despite of all the problems. God bless us always.

Different

I had just survived another attack to my immune system the past few weeks when my body almost surrendered to the battle of the immunity. Of course, I need to win, I need to survive, and I haven’t fully experienced the life that I so very wanted. But I have to accept the fact that dealing with a sickness alone is the most difficult thing in my world, when I couldn't even stand to get myself a glass of water, or cook a meal for my debilitated body, or even buy medicines for me to swallow. I couldn't even drive myself to the hospital. I could die in an instant and have no one beside me. Oh poor princess. LOL.

I am thankful that my sisters took their time off from their busy sched to take care of me for a day. Thankful that I got friends who are doctors, for checking out on me on my way to recovery. Admittedly, physical and emotional stress has exhausted me that much.

I had just finished a cycle of medications to which I am truly regretful because I had been very weak in dealing with stress and depression. Someday and sometime it would be different, in God's due place and time.

Lord, help me.

Nakakaantok ang matic.

:$$

Dilim sa eton road. Nakakatakot magdrive mag isa. :$$

Wanted: braveman

:))