Wow, BIG day!

I gotta rain down on your parade once more, like I used to.

< INSERTING HERE A GOOD PAIR OF BOOTS AND AN UMBRELLA TO KEEP YOU DRY> 

I always had trouble making friends since I can remember. But I never took it against myself because (1) I was always sick anyway and I did not get to spend much time playing outside or at school and (2) my siblings, all 4 of them, were my bestfriends and constant playmates and I had all the advantage there is given that I was sickly. It was more than okay then. We did kikay things together, we learned the abc’s and nursery rhymes together and we did the house chores together. Everything was comfortably acceptable but then we grew up and we grew up some more and there my quandary began. Although my love for my siblings would never waver, that’s for certain. I did manage to have few companions during college. However, it gave me the impression of a compulsory companionship, in a good way. They were my seatmates in most of my subjects so, yes, enforced mingling. Hahaha. Sometimes, I wished there was a subject in the school curriculum about relationships, I would gladly enroll myself or maybe earn a masteral degree. :D

I was okay being alone. I did not know if it was something you get used to or something innate in my moral fiber. The crowd was simply too much for me to bear; I got dizzy dispersing them in my brain. That was when I turned to blogging. Yes, there was traffic, noise, and crowd but only virtual. Such a sweet delight. AND I WAS OKAY WITH THAT, so I thought.

Then one fateful day, God decided to knock me off. I fell in love. It was a really bad one- to say the least. It’s true when they say that you will gain something out of a spiteful situation. As for myself, it was not a lesson nor maturity or wisdom, it was friendship. Friendship that I chose. Friendship that was not enforced. Friendship that I will never outgrow.

    

 “When I was young I wanted to be anybody but myself. Dr. Bernard Hazelhof said if I was on a desert island, then I would have to get used to my own company, just me and the coconuts. He said I would have to accept myself, my warts and all, and that we don’t get to choose our warts. They are a part of us, and we have to live with them. We can, however, choose our friends, and I am glad I have chosen you. “ - Max Jerry Horowitz ( Mary and Max )

To MY person who is turning a year older today,  thank you for accepting me, warts and all. You are my Mary Daisy Dinkle for all time! And I, your Max Jerry Horowitz, the girl version. Hahaha! (You have to watch it, btw.)

Happy happy birthday bebegerl! 

I hope cloning will be rampant in the years to come so that I could start my cloning business and I'll scatter your clones in 7 continents and the entire world will be happier. Achievable naman ang wish ko noh? 

Love you!

QaiQai 

Laslas 101

( Brilliant words from Ms. N, mowdel; Wi )

Abandoned kittens, a dead puppy and Falling in Love. Period

If missing is an apt equivalent upshot of becoming extinct for a couple of months, then i am culpable of such. I missed blogging. There was nought quantity of thrill in inscribing words in the pad. The thoughts just came, shook my peripheral for seconds, and off they went to the sewer and be totally forgotten in wasteland that is my brain. The pains of writing, haha! Tell me more about it. So just please allow my poor brain to simply throw you a throwback.  :D ( I’m not making any sense right here, right? )

Had 5 lovely kittens before. I nursed  them under my bed so that father won’t notice them. And did I mention i had an atrocious allergy on fur, dust, pollen, and almost all minute organisms that are capable of infiltrating into my respiratory track? Well, you guess that right. I Had asthma, the worst case of it actually. Upon discovering those lovely, adorable, little darlings underneath my bed, Tatay instantly grabbed the box containing them and discard it amidst the ricefield which was then chest high (dwarf me) almost submerging the whole of me. Never did find them. Just a futile attempt in deem that no one will look after them. I cared for them but not as much as Tatay cared for me.

I, too, had puppies. King and Jack. I loved King the most, probably because he was so makulit always nibbling my toes and gnawing my sock after school. I was chastised from feeding, bathing even touching the puppies, but as persistent as I was ( I must have had ADHD, Tehee!), I even hushed them to sleep at night.. in my bed! Father did find out and poor King was filched on two legs, threw in an enormous strength and smashed on the wall just near me. ;( I saw him squirmed  before he grasped his last breath. (Rated SPG here) I knew then it was my fault. I cared for that puppy but not as much as Tatay cared for me. He cared for those puppies too. He played with them all the time. But he chose to lose them rather than losing me. The pains of loving.

I came to know of loving as a one way street. Just loving and giving and expecting nothing in return. To the extent of self obliteration. Imagine how those pets almost snatch this very life in me, i mean those fur. Haha! Or was I just suicidal? =))

The 5 kittens were constant reminder of loving, losing and letting go.

And a dead puppy?  Well, isn’t a romance ended tragically, catchy? Shakespeare mode on! Haha! No, seriously. We have a propensity to be cosset on so much with make believe fairy tale endings, happily ever after sort of things. The truth is, they don’t exist. The easiest, most convenient getaway from the world is the castle in Spain we build inside our cranium. The hardest is to snap out of it.

But even so, the chaos in the absence of love is tantamount to the shambles of its presence. In the end, we all choose to be brave and bold...make a fool of ourselves and just FALL IN LOVE. And that’s just about it. Period. 

Nyctophilia

(Thank you God for Mr. Google, he has everything!)

I love the light just as much as I love darkness. It gives me the feeling of relief. That another day has been ripped off completely from my life, leaving it somewhere in the past where I can no longer feel its presence.

Good night dear world.

" What if we get to become stars? "

What if once upon a time there were no stars in the sky at all? What if the stars arent what we think? What if the light from afar doesnt come from the rays of distant sun but from our wings as we turn into angels?

Why would so many things conspire to save one little girls life? What if we are all unique and what if the universe loves us all equally and it bends over backwards to help us all and we are just lucky enough once in awhile to see it?

What if we are part of a greater pattern that we are incapable of knowing? What if when we are done with our purpose we get to rise up and be with those we love? What if we get to become stars?

-Beverly Penn ( WINTER'S TALE )

And in that case, I would like a pair of shiny purple wings and a very slight talent in doodling, pretty please?! 

Comfortably Numb

When the pain is too strong you go psychedelic.

Something about 5

For 5 nights now..

...I still wake up at 5am

...glance at my phone for 5 seconds until the backlight shuts off

...count back the hours by 5

...and think of you.

Perhaps this will go on for quite a while. Made me even hate the numbers more. 

Dear Heart

Dear Heart,

I think I better teach you some traffic rules. Best to start with identifying the traffic lights' functions. I say, we are on a RED. So stop for Pete's sake.

:(

Night and Day are We

Day is forever dark and dreary

Night is ever warm and bright

As I bid you good morning

The moon winks good night.

Today marks something about number 3

ALL ABOUT YOU

(note: this audio should play once you open the page. If not, please hit play before proceeding.

" I would answer all your wishes, if you ask me to..

..but if you deny me one of your..(chismis!), don't know what I'd do "

Unlike the previous years, hindi naman ako masyado na-pressure today on what to post. I actually have a lot in mind, i just consider THIS ONE very appealing to you ( not to me) kasi you are the type na "hoarder" when it comes to captured memories. 

Because today is " ALL ABOUT YOU" day. 

From my girls ( Eizel, Mommy, Ruth and ate Weng)

Madam

Na-touch ka na ba? Wait ka lang... there's more pa! 

From Jenna

From Janna

From Tamtam

 From your Poging poging inaanak (mana sayo na! )

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NANING!!!

No presents ( STILL :)) ) today, just DOWNPOUR OF PURE LOVE from us all ( camshy ang iba).

 Happy Birthday Bebe!!!

 ( Bawal daw ang sad, happy lang!) 

Labyu!!!

Qai 

Celebrating with the storm

There is a storm today in my hometown. Even though the rest of the country is experiencing heavy rainfall and gusty winds, still, my thoughts seemed to occupy with the warmth this kind of weather bestowed in the four corners of our home and how it tightened our family's bond over the years. Don't get me wrong here, I would not wish any kind of disaster would fall on my hometown. I just couldn't pay no heed to the very obvious divine intervention flashed before my very eyes amidst every storm WE braved together as family.

Typhoon had always been one with us in the celebration of few occasions in our life. My ate Arra's debut, even Kaye's and Arian's  weren't spared ( the cakes as well! ). Even in my parents wedding anniversaries and my siblings' birthdays, typhoon has always been our constant companion. And it wasn't bad. Not at all. We have something to celebrate after all. 

During BER months, when the transition of habagat to amihan is at extremes and when most typhoons cross over from east to west, was the perfect time for us to build Christmas Tree. It wasn't the traditional one. Sometimes it was made of plastic straws or wraps of various colors tied together on small branches of tress my mother had found from the wreck of the storm. Often we would cover the small branches with crepe paper and glued in cotton balls at the tips, making it look like frozen snow.

How can I possibly loathe the existence of typhoon when it overflowed me with best memories of my childhood? How can I hate it especially today, when my thoughts are there at home with my loves, CELEBRATING MY FATHER'S BIRTHDAY ( ang tapal king ng bubong namin pag may bagyo).

Birthday Boy!

Happy Birthday Tatay, we will still be braving so much more storms. The heavens poured out bountiful blessings for you today, catch as many as you can! We Love you!

Sept 21, 2012

Pag naiisip ko ang friendster, napapangiti ako. Kasi dun nagsisimula ang pagsusukat ko sa dami natin napagdaanan sa buhay. :D Andiyan na dumaan si Multiply, Photobucket, Imeem, Meebo, MySpace, Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest, Google+ at ngaun ay Instagram. Hindi man tayo naka sign up lahat sa mga yan, at least na-surpass natin ang tagal ng pamamayagpag nila. >:) Kung maaalala mo din nagsimula tayo sa YM version 3, ngaun may version 12 na yata at kung mag level up yan in the years to come, sana kayanin ng OS ko >:).  How time flies. Dati rati, N21 lang ang standard ng pagiging techy mo, hanggang sa naging Iphone 2g, 3g, 3gs, 4, 4s at kung magiging mabait ka kay kuya for sure magiging 5 yan. =)) Speaking of techy, kelangan na din ng kapalit ng Nikon mo, kelangan mo sumabay sa pag upgrade ng mga gadget para may pattern ako kung gaano na tayo katagal na naglolokohan. hahahaha!  which means isusurrender mo na din sya sken, anytime now. =))

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY bebegerl! Thank you for making it look like I take care of you when in fact you mostly do the caring and I do the taking.  :)) It gives me the sense of pride and belongingness. :) I know ngarag ka these days,  but do not forget to always have a "ME TIME" lalo na today when we recall how you burst out into the world. :) ILY to pieces. :)


-Qai

Monday mantra it is!

(mighty nephew of mine)

It is only through work and strife that either notion or individual moves on to greatness. The great man is always the man of mighty effort, and usually the man whom grinding need has trained to mighty effort.




#mondaymantraitis!

Hello goodbye!

I do not know if  I am going to cry.. but I know that if anybody speak to me or look at me too closely, the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I'll cry for a week.

So here I rest my heart completely untouched.

       ( not me. But I can relate so much. )

:(

Such a lonely soul I am.

:(

An invite that made my day

This is something quick and short.

If you are familiar with "bahay tawa" when someone says " mababaw ang bahay tawa ko".  Then get this when I say " mababaw ang bahay saya ko ".

Like when a simple invite already made my day. :)

(I intentionally omit part of the names for privacy of the persons involved in this conversation.)

 Forgive the blogger, she can't help when she's excited. She gotta blog!!!

The RANT page

One of my favorite class in college which I never skipped and in fact, spared me from the insanely boring summer classes way back 2005; JOURNALISM.

Being that much fascinated by it, I gave up half of my allowance for a daily copy of the papers, be it Philippine Daily Inquirer, Manila Bulletin, or Philippine Star. Once a copy land on my hand, I instantly pin myself into the nearest chair and flip pages after pages. Even these days, I make it a point to pamper myself with a good read. But the glorious days of sparing some penny for a copy has ended as communication media blossomed on the www, making it easier for the netizens to get their daily dose of the current events. I mostly browse over opinion page. I find the columns there very appealing in the sense that the columnists were (for me) the replica of the brave heroes of the lost times. Valiant, Fearless, Bold, and Daring.

But how will I treat an article of this kind?

Those ugly murals under the edsa flyovers by Neal H. Cruz of inquirer.net.

Has the Opinion section of the broadsheets turned into a RANT page?

If that is so, I was not informed. I should have been informed!

Kopi Kwest

So I was on this quest of finding the best instant coffee in town. At first I thought of coffee shop-hopping but then again the funds and fuss going around my area seem to disagree with the plan I had in mind. So this bulb lit up above my head and the quest started. 

For a long time I was hooked at K B C, I thought this one is to die for, I was wrong. While running late   for an errand, G T W C landed on my lap. It became a daily routine since then to fill in my coffee stream with GTWC. K B C then became my second option in case GTWC run out of stock. Again, it went on for a month or two. I tried different blends in between, but nothing seemed to captivate my coffee buds. But just last week, Nestle introduced the fresh blends of nescafe and as part of the MANY benefits this work endowed upon me, I was one of the lucky few who got them first running on my stream! This may sound so overrated but these stuff are TO DIE FOR!!!! Well at least, for now.

Until next (blend comes out!) time.

How would you like being pricked?

Imagine a zit.

This little infection sits in your face one morning and your whole day is messed up before it actually begins. 

But what does a zit do? Nothing.  It comes and goes but definitely won't be a permanent resident on your face. You despise its existence and even curse as it progress into a full blown zit. But the thing is, you invite it in. Your lifestyle. Your mood. Your diet. They contribute to its production. For all you know, the zit doesn't like you back too. But what can it do? Your invitation is tempting and the poor guy's only wish is to have a vast space of its own to grow and populate. The guy doesn't like the nagging very much but you yell at it all the time. If only it can yell back. So the love-hate relationship between you and Mr. Zit survived for quite sometime.  

Then one fateful day, you summoned all your courage and pricked the little guy.

So Imagine a zit.

Imagine being pinned down in one corner. 

Imagine being yelled/cursed at for pathetic reasons. ( like for pogi points' sake )

Imagine the feeling of being unwanted and unwelcome in somebody else's world.

Imagine yourself being pricked.