Para sa mga kaibigan at kasamahang ang mga tahanan at mga pangarap ay naanod ng baha...
"To the friends and relatives of [insert Meyor's name here] has passed away and joined our Lord this morning - [name of his wife]"
September 23, 2009
May idudulog ako sa iyong problema. I felt an inappropriate attraction to a friend of a friend. We got introduced and I find his sex appeal really getting on to me. The thing is, this friend of mine and him are "dating". They haven't gone out yet, but they have an understanding that they're getting to know each other and open to the possibility of being together as lovers.
I think this feeling is more of obsession than falling for the person. I'm getting more and more interested in him. I hate it. Kasi, I had to go online to my friend's profile, search his friends list until I find the guy's profile. I did find him, but stopped at adding him as my friend. Because I think it's very inappropriate.
I remember the time when I was so inappropriately flirty to my other friends' dates. There was this one friend of mine who dated a guy. Whenever we go out, I'm so pa-cute to his date. Of course, the barkada hated me for being malandi and haliparot. I didn't end up with the guys they dated, but still what I did was unacceptable.
How do I get over this predicament? My friend's away for another week, and I'll definitely see the guy he's dating at the gym (all three of us workout in the same club).
Please help me. I can't stop staring at his profile pic with that cute smile, moreno tone, and nice arms.
1. Sneak out of the house at 2 in the morning and drive the car around the neighborhood without a license.Since this idea came from someone else, feel free to blog about your own Murtaugh List.
2. Endure several days without taking a bath.
3. Appreciate Ultraman, Maskman and Bioman like they truly exist in real life.
4. Run with no any reason at all.
5. Fuck with a stranger without being too guilty about the careless deed.
6. Heavy drinking until the sun rises and un-cursing the hang-over that comes with it.
7. Stay out of the house for more than 3 days / Have a week-long vacation without any care in the world.
8. Pig-out during a meal without thinking of hitting the gym the next day.
9. Take risks without back-up plans.
10. Have a role playing game with my action figures and enjoy the sheer bliss of hearing the announcement over the radio that classes will be suspended on the day a long exam in school will take place.
1:46 am 12/20/08
4:36 am 12/20/08
the darkest of shadows, may have wilted across shallow waters
crushing every drop of vapor, that once streamed still on lands
gripping tight of the sand, that time has never quenched
bricks of wind being thrown around, as it echoes within the ground
gracious in every way, like a star that never wants to fade
the trails have been long tossed, for generations to amass
yet tomorrow is still unclear, as footsteps washed along the shore
unable to put a single motion, unable to bring a caution
stairs have been built, forever crawling onto the skies
some of the lines are going brittle, making way for a new harvest
they will keep on coming, glass shrieking loudly with tremor
stones are breathing heavy, with the rain marching in unity
nativity is moving closer, leaving holes with crisp sharp edges
weaving trees and boulders, wiping all that stands in its path
planting seeds along the way, till the dawning of the night
roots are burrowed deep, another cycle is meant to weep
*dreaming in a perspective of ones mystery*
unspeakable thoughts, swarming a simple mind
brainwaves travelling, as one side by side
a force that levels, the imbalance of oddity
dreaming in a perspective of ones mystery…
before a frigid soul, there was a lonely wicked spell
casted on that body, heavily anchored with farewells
the sight of emptiness, was so clear to see
eyes are blanketted, with hurtful memories….
but the heat gently melts, the aching away
emotions are high, moments are there to stay
feverish touch welded, by a scorching intimacy
dreaming in a perspective of ones mystery…
lips of a charcoal, burning canvass with deep red
resembles how an ocean, drifts the sun as it sets
drawing an artform, that have been etched while being sent
nevertheless diverted, to be seen but not felt….
i’ve collected my mind & composure seems so right
with these colony of words, marching towards each door
you’ll be a witness of this crazy, somewhat strange uncertainty
dreaming in a perspective of ones mystery…
Five things to keep the sting from returning:
1. coffee, instead of energy drink to keep me awake
2. water, lots and lots of it.
3. avoid sweets
4. never use the left molars for chewing
5. ponstan 500
Bronxdude and I were walking along Ayala Avenue when a white guy approached our direction. He was catching his breath, unable to speak clearly and his weary eyes expressed confusion. After a few seconds, he began telling his story. The white guy is a tourist who took a stroll around Makati when someone stole his wallet. He went to the police station to report the theft but the authorities were unable to provide assistance. He needed P300 pesos to return to Zambales. He never told us his reason for going there nor we bothered asking for it. What I do know is that he asked for our help and passing on the graciousness I received from Flame_and_Moth earlier that evening, I took out my wallet and pulled a P100 peso bill without having second thoughts about it.
Habang papaahon ang bus sa Nagtahan Flyover, ito'y biglang nagcounterflow para maiwasan ang bumper-to-bumper traffic na nagbabadya sa aming harapan. Sa gitna ng tulay ay kitang kita kung paano nai-stranded ang mga jeep at truck patungong Silangan. Karamihan sa kanila'y inabot na ng umaga sa daan. Pagdating ng Vicente Cruz ay tanaw mo na ang ga-bewang na baha na nag-iintay sa Foreza. Heto ang bahang pinaghahandaan ko sa aking pagbaba ng bus.
Subalit, kati na ang tubig sa Vicente Cruz. Maari pa rin akong makauwi ng bahay ng hindi lumulusong sa baha.
Pagkaraan ng mahigit isang oras na paglalakbay galing O-Bar ay nakarating rin ako sa bungad ng aming baranggay. Gaya ng inaasahan ay lubog ito sa tubig. Ang sabi-sabi ng mga tambay ay hindi nabuksan ang Floodgate sa Santa Mesa kaya't ganito katindi ang baha.
Wala na akong pakialam sa kuro-kuro ng iba. Ang mahiga sa kama ang tanging nananaig sa aking damdamin.
Pumara ako ng Pedicab na magdadala sa akin sa harap ng aking apartment. Lubog ang kalsada - pati ang loob ng mga bahay ay pinasok rin ng tubig. Ang mga kapitbahay na nakasalubong ko sa daan ay pabirong nagsabi na ihanda ko na ang sapatos sa paglusong sa tubig. Mismong aking tiyuhin na nakatambay sa daan ay nagsabing maaring pinasok rin ng tubig ang aming pintuan.
Malapit na akong mawalan ng pag-asa, lalo pa't tanaw ko na ang driveway papasok ng unit.
Sa hindi maipaliwanag na dahilan ay nakarating ako sa harap ng aming bahay na tuyo ang pantalon at pati na rin ang medyas. Tanging ang unit lang namin at ang kalsadang sinasakop nito ang hindi inabutan ng baha. Save for one shoe na nahulog sa tubig habang tumutulay sa Malate, talampakan ko lang ang nakatikim ng tubig ulan.
Hindi na ako nagpakita sa dancefloor matapos ang umagang iyon. Ngayon ay ikatlong linggo ko ng malayo sa fast lane. Sa wakas ay nagising rin ako sa posibilidad na kaya ko palang talikuran ang Malate.
Ang aking naging kasama buong magdamag - si ex dance partner number 2, ay nakarating rin sa kanilang bahay. Panay pa rin ang text nito subalit ni minsan ay hindi ako nagreply. Naging mailap na rin ang aking puso sa iba. Tila napagod na ito sa pakikipagkompromiso.
Hindi ko alam kung hanggang kailan magiging ganito ang pagtingin ko sa buhay. Hindi ko rin sigurado kung kailan muling maaninag ang aking mapaglarong anino sa Malate. Anuman ang naging resulta ng isang gabing pakikipagsapalaran makauwi lang ng bahay, isang bagay lang ang napatunayan ko sa sarili.
The best governments in the world cannot succeed in pulling a country out of the quagmire, out of apathy, if they do not express themselves as national energies...Strong governments cannot result either from conspiracies or from military coups, just as they cannot come out of the machinations of parties or the Machiavellian game of political lobbying. They can only be born from the actual roots of the Nation
But when the utol arrived home after this entry was published. I learned that fury has no place in a home that is still nurtured with...
...Instead of spitting the most vile words on the planet,
hatred was replaced by a tight hug.
I traded fame for love
Without a second thought
It all became a silly a game
Somethings cannot be bought
I got exactly what I asked for
Wanted it so badly
Running, rushing back for more
I suffered fools so gladly
And now I find
I've changed my mind
Substitute For Love
If you share information with your fellow officers in a timely manner,
you will more likely be in a position to prevent a costly or regrettable mistake.
If you are not well informed about your job, you might miss a great opportunity.
When making decisions, never pre-empt your boss.
To be just sitting around, doing only what you want,
you must be in a very high position.
Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won’t keep you there permanently.
Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.
Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.
And when you’re in deep shit, it’s best to keep your mouth shut!