Redeeming the 468th Last chance ticket.

•October 3, 2009 • Leave a Comment

As I was staring into my closet, I refrained myself from pulling out all the clothes
and stuffing them into my bag. I feel like leaving again, taking the easiest route to escape.

I feel I have the slightest freedom when I am given all the freedom that I need.
I need to knock some sense into my head, there are things far more
important than these.
What’s the matter with me, I heard them say.
I couldn’t give any answers for it is something that I don’t know either.
I wish I know, I wish I was better. I wish I had a clearer vision of the future.
It was almost as if I’m taking drugs, they say. When I am not.
It was almost as if I was drunk when I am totally sober.

I feel like I am running out of time, Maybe I am.

The clothes I pulled out were now back inside,
thought about things and will try to keep it together.
No matter how long it takes.

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2 years and a chance meeting with Amnesiac tendencies.

•October 1, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Maybe then, we’ll be better.
Far from ordinary.
Things may or may not be.
Holding each other’s hand will be a thing of the past, which we can never remember.
Looking into each other’s eyes will no longer leave us breathless, just complete vagueness.
Love may come or may not come again,
maybe we’ll never even understand it’s meaning, if there’s such thing.

We’ll never understand. We’ll never remember.
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Today, I found out why my boyfriend gets so upset when I make jokes about him and his best guy friend being lovers. It’s because they are. FML

•September 8, 2009 • Leave a Comment

oh well.

I MISS MY POGI SOMETIMES.

•September 8, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I MISS POGI.

YEAH, WELL IT’S BEEN AWHILE SINCE I’VE LET THIS BABY GO. ALMOST TWO YEARS OF LOVE AND FUN MEMORIES.  HE TOOK A LOT OF GOOD PHOTOS AND HELPED ME MEET SOME OF THE FAB FRIENDS I HAVE NOW. HE MADE ME REALIZE THAT I HAVE THIS STRONG LOVE FOR PHOTOGRAPHY.

COME BACK, SOON.  FOR THE MEANTIME, I’LL REMEMBER YOU WHENEVER I TOUCH THIS DIGITAL ONES I HAVE AT HOME AND SMILE. YOU KNOW YOU’RE BETTER THAN THEM.

NO, THEY DON’T LOVE YOU LIKE I LOVE YOU. I HEAR YOU SAY.

ONE OF THE LAST PHOTOS.

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LIKE THE TREE IN MY SASSY GIRL

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Pineapples, milk and chicken for Will Truman.

•September 8, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Since it’s a long weekend, I’ve decided to be productive and test myself on the field of cooking..

altogether now: Huwaaaat??
No, I am not turning into a chef, but I guess it would be good to learn to cook some dishes while I’m at it. With my dad being the more experienced cook in all of us, I just got my little dose of learning chenes from him.
And the dish for today: Pininyahang Manok.


(it looks a lot like this, I wasn’t able to take a photo of it, so i just grabbed this from google. ^^)
I remember the first guy who ever stepped inside our house and met my parents, it was a year ago, he told me he cooks a mean Pork Adobo and Sinigang. So, when he got here in our house, with the ingredients in his hand, he went straight to the kitchen and cooked Adobo. My dad was impressed.
For me, he was so gwapo in the kitchen. tsk. and hell yeah, the Adobo was good, actually. He told me he’ll make me eat hardcore veggies and that he’ll cook his pamatay na Sinigang next time, which well, never happened. I’ll admit, cooking is one of the few things I wanted to do and learn while he’s gone, I will never know if he’ll ever come back. But whether he comes back or not, it will never hurt to improve on myself, right? Aside from my ermats and my erpats, he’s other person I wanted to be proud of me.

The Bromance we like to call Mar-NoyNoy

•September 3, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I’ll be honest, I wouldn’t normally talk about politics, like religion and my bra size, it’s something I’d rather not write or blog about, but Philippine Election would always be as entertaining as showbusiness.

This is when politicians are suddenly like, so gwapo, so pogi.
You can’t help but notice.

September 1, 2009. Mr. Roxas called for a press conference in Club Filipino. I was at home and was watching the flash reports on tv. I got intrigued on what he’s got to say, what’s the fuss all about. And I only had two things in mind: One, that he’s not going to run anymore in the coming presidential elections or two, the wedding’s cancelled. Hehe. Over corned beef for dinner, my dad jokingly agreed on number two. I heard the press conference was supposed to start at 6pm, Mr. Roxas came in at around 6:30pm. Hey, traffic daw e. 🙂

Then he finally spilled it. Apparently, I was right, He’s not running for presidency anymore. And I wasn’t surprised that he decided to back out of the race. I have mixed feelings towards it though. I like the idea of Mar-NoyNoy for 2010, Mar as president, Noy for vice-president, but i cannot say that i really, really, really like it. Like most people who would vote for the first time, I’m confused. After watching it, a lot of things crossed my mind, if people are just being, say, carried away o nadadala ng simpatiya over the recent death of Pres. Cory, o di kaya nadadala ng popularidad nilang mga presidentiables, (who, by the way, are giving Kim-Gerald, Marian Rivera or John Lloyd Cruz a run for their money, popularity-wise.) Or are we really that fed up of the government that we have right now? And if NoyNoy is “lesser evil” that we all should settle for. Hey Mr. Roxas,  is the wedding still on?

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Is NoyNoy even running in the first place? And if he does, will Mar be his running mate? like a telenovela, they left these questions unanswered, keeping the Filipinos intrigued. Abangan ang susunod na kabanata, kumbaga.

It was really nice and humble of Mar to back out and give way to NoyNoy, so much bromance (brotherly-romance) going on. It must’ve been hard for Mar, he has travelled all over the Philippines, he has these informercials, which costs alot and was humored over circulating text messages,
“Anak, itabi mo, lagpas na ako..” pero aminin nyo, tumatak naman ‘diba? He has invested so much. But like a true friend and I guess for somebody who really wants to lead to the change in this country, he pushed aside his own aspirations.

With Mar backing out, the devil in me had this little thought: NoyNoy is still in the undecided position, I heard he was supposed to go to a retreat to ask for spiritual advices, he will think things over, will let everyone anticipate, then he decides, he will not run. Will Mar call in for another press conference and tell us:  “Ay, sorry, false alarm. Tatakbo na pala ako ulit.”

Hey Jude was actually written for me.

•September 3, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I’ve always had this selfish thought that Hey Jude was actually written for me, it’s just that Julian Lennon was born first.
Well, that’s just me, anyway. I don’t know why but it always brings back the smile on my face whenever this world is becoming more or less unfair to me. Everytime it’s like they were talking to me, trying to comfort me with their music.

I just wish though, that things in this life are indeed easier than it seems.Then maybe, I could sing it more like Sir Paul, bang it up like the rest of The Beatles who seem got a much better view of what tomorrow will bring me.

What the hell, they were once a teenager.
They probably do know better.