Actual YM Chat with a Friend

Me :i suddenly thought of allen, that useless human being.
Friend: hahhaha
Friend: i miss allen 
Me: dah sana. (*an expression of ours)
Me: close mo...in fairness lang.. (*you two are close, in fairness)
Friend: hahhaha. oo close mi. hahha (*yeah, we are close)
Me: gani, ana bitaw ko. d naq mulalis, i know i wont win. (*exactly, just like what I said. I wont argue with that, I know I wont win)
Me: haha
Friend: hahahaha. ganun (*right...)
Me: ahai. (*sigh)
Me: kinabuhing buktot. (*hunchback life)
Me: mga past love...este, life... (*past lovers...i mean, life...)
Me: chorvaness! (*a gay lingo term which is non-sense)
Me: hahaha
Friend: charmolin ba mo (*another gay lingo term and expression)
Me: (charot) (*another gay lingo term and expression which means nothing actually...haha!)
Friend: hahahhahaha
Friend: alam ko, tama? (*I know, right?)
Me: drama kunohay ba. (*sort of a drama)
Me: self-pity hello kitty galore.
Friend: hahahah. dah sana. (*an expression)
Friend: wag kang magalala (*don't you worry)
Friend: hindi ka nag iisa. hahahaa (*you are not alone)
Me: haha.
Me: alam ko, tama?! para kay ka hillary! (*I know, right? for Hillary!)


PS.
-- I miss conversations like this. :)
-- A not-so-perfect but close translation is provided on each sentence so that everyone can understand as we used our birth language in this conversation of ours over YM. :)

Nuffin' Much!

For some reason, I am very thankful enough for the turn-out of events. 

I am somehow happy that some of my closest friends found the true happiness and partially, the reasons why they are born into this world, after so long. Most of the time, our problems blind us from finding the true meaning of life and I would have to admit that I am a victim of this so-called "modus operandi" that somehow, I always think of all the negative things in the world and reach to the point where I would be more than willing to end my life in the quickest way possible.

Nah, I am just being emotional and all that. But honestly, I am happy that they finally have the happiness that they have long been searching for--and its not bad at all, considering the things that they went through just to have that feeling of content and everything else in between. 

*ambot lang, please, sabta nlng aqng write-up!*

To all my visitors

I still have my chatbox! Yes, I still do. Do you see that "chatbox" word on the right-side end of my blog? That is my chatbox! Its another Chatbox I created with the help of Marga--a floating chatbox! Kewl isn't it? Leave me a few messages to inspire me more and continue to blog every single day of my life. Rock on!

PS

Sorry for the late announcement, I got carried away with all the stuff that's been going on. :)

Twitter Tales: Twitter is about... Humor

Twitter Tales: Twitter is about... Humor

One of the twitter tales I recently Read--and became Inspired with. Yeah, Why didn't I think of that? Tweet something humorous, find that piece of humor in every situation that you are in--its not everyday that you have to sulk at one corner and think about your problems, there is always a better way to spend the day rather than just think about problems.

Of course, I will follow her advise and do anything I can--in the most humorous way possible. :)

We R who We R

Kesha, Thank you for coming up with this song--We R Who We R--I am so Inspired. 

Sorry, that is all I have for the song, a youtube link to an audio/video of the song. I just can't help but fall in love with it and listen to it over and over again. 

Ungh!

I am completely disappointed with myself and I hate it.

One of the many things that I hate about myself is that I tend to be dumb enough and just go bonkers when the opportunity is right under my nose. My brain goes blank, I stutter, I shake, I get nervous, I get agitate--and the result? Failure!

Ungh! I really hate myself! I know I can do it but why is it that when it's right there, just a meter from me me, everything just crumbles?! 

Annoying and Emotional People

How to deal with these kind of people?

Just an hour ago, I was faced with these two types of people. My annoying uncle when drunk, blabs about things from the past and starts being emotional all of a sudden that all he talks about is how good his life was way back in the days and that how people should act when he is around because he says he is the boss and everything else in between it. 

Honestly, If he wasn't my uncle, I swore I could have slapped him in the face and dragged him outside the kitchen for the fact that I almost lost my appetite because of his stupid drunken bas*ard moments. 

How to deal with this kind of person?

Just do what you have to do--run away if you want, just stay away from drunk people!

In my situation, I was left with no options but to listen to everything he has to say until I swallowed down the last piece of my hotdog omelette and immediately went away from the kitchen as far as I can so that I can't hear a single word coming out from his mouth. To be fully honest, I don't want to hang around with drunk people. Why?

In Vino Veritas Via; In English, In wine there is Truth!

One of the things I hate about drunk people is that they always become sober when they get so drunk and just spat words away like its some sort of a necessity for them to say things that are not supposed to be mentioned. Every time I am near a drunk person or just be with a drunk person, my heart is always shattered into a gazillion pieces. Why? 

Did you ever get that feeling when, you know its obvious and that people--just being themselves--tend to slap it on your face and tell you that you are worst than who or what they think of you as? Yeah, that's the feeling I am talking about when I am around drunken people or those that don't even respect you at all for being human. There, I said it. That is the reason why I don't want to be around drunken people because they make me feel so stupid and humiliates me in front of a crowd--though not most of the time, but technically, that's what happens to me as far as I can remember being with drunken people.

Emotional Ones. 

Right in the middle of my uncle's rantings about his experiences during the world war or whatever he was talking about, a friend of mine is on the phone with me. No, I wasn't in the middle of a call or anything; we were rather exchanging SMS's and one thing that I have noticed about her was that she was becoming more and more emotional now that she is somehow exposed to Manileños given that she is now residing in Manila after being here in Negros for the last 20 years of her life. 

Somehow, I missed the old her. The cocky her. Not that I don't want her to really become a full-fledged girl, knowing that she was somewhat boyish back in the days and that she doesn't even wear dresses for crying out lout and always wears those apple-bottom jeans when she goes to school but somehow, I just miss the old her. The old her where she can take jokes from me and never even takes anything I tell her about seriously; the old her where she can just speak my language and totally forgot about her birth tongue. I just miss the OLD HER. That's it. 

She somehow went teary-eyed when I told her she was immoral because she had sex with her boyfriend turned future husband before they even got married. Well, she told me they were to be wed--not now, but in three years time. Well, I don't have to elaborate further on that because I told her (more like quoted it from someone, of which she didn't quite get when I first told her) that she was immoral and I told her to stay away from me because she might infect me with the disease (as if Immorality was a disease and as if we could still sit right next to each other like the old times). 

A few moments right after I told her that (rather, sent her that message) her "future husband" forwarded me an SMS saying that old friends are there to understand each other and accept each other's flaws and what's it's and that somehow ticked me off. 

Pardon me for being so concerned that I have to butt-in and join in on the conversation. I just can't help it, I am just worried about my future wife getting teary-eyed or whatever...

Please, spare me the drama Ichabod Crane! I got pissed and told her that I was just joking and that I told her, the way she reacted somehow tells me that she didn't even know me at all. Like I don't joke around and was never serious about things--unless it was something really important or it was something that I should be concerned more than anyone else for the fact that she treats me as her bestfriend, of which I am thankful enough that she considers me one. But heck?! If you were in my place and your "bestfriend" told you that she is no longer a member of the virgin-until-the-wedding-day club, what could your possible reaction be?! 

Of course, the Immoral thing was not my reaction. It was just part of my ever-so-witty kind of affection that I always pull around her. But No, she had to go all emotional about it and went teary-eyed for all I care. Ungh! 

Anyway, how to deal? 

Be calm and never get too carried away with the situation. 

We all have the right to be emotional but let's not forget to sort things out first and never quickly judge one another based upon their choices of words or even the way they somehow react to any given situation. Remember, we are all humans; and one thing about humans is that they are all intellectually capable beings that knows how to deal things in their own way. 

And oh, by the way, when you go tell someone a secret, make sure they are someone that could really keep one. I can keep a secret and you can bet on that. In this situation, I just blogged about the incident but I will never blog her name out--its just so rude.

So, there. Angst released. :)

I am just ME

It fascinates me that in reality, I am always lost for words; but when I am blogging, I find myself filled with too much words--to much ideas all cramped in my not-so-intriguingly-genius-brain--that I end up blabbing!

I can't help it. When I am all alone and my brain ticks twice as fast than it normally does, my fingers just can't stop tapping and I end up making a post that is a page worth of a read (for myself, hahahaha! xD).

Do you think I have with me a personality disorder that I have never discovered? Odd, but I think I do; or maybe its just because I think about so many things that I just don't know where to start thinking and when to start acting. 

Decisions, Decisions--we always have to make decisions whether we like it or not; and somehow, these decisions would make you sick that at some point, you just can't help but break down. 

I, for one, have experienced those moments countless times that if I were to be a computer, reformatting me would not be a good idea. If I was a computer, I am filled with viruses that causes my system to act in silly ways that no anti-virus software could prevent me from having and could fix me in one way or another. 

But nevertheless, I am somehow happy that I am inflicted with such viruses and that no cure can be found because these viruses somehow helped me to become ME and not be anybody.

The word of the week: Clueless! I am somehow falling in love with the word and that at some point, it can utterly describe me in ever way possible. I am totally clueless about the world and that I still have a lot to learn before I can actually call myself human--or so I think. Nonetheless, I am still happy that I am clueless and that I have viruses with me wherever I go. I may never show it blatantly, but I am happy inside. There is no point in exalting it or boasting about it out loud as other may not care. Its me who feels that way and its me who should benefit from my happiness--though I will be more than glad to share, but its my decision to share or not to share.

Now, I am blabbing. :P 

Realizations of the Day--Tuesday

At some point, it dawned to me that no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, if there are certain things that are not meant for you, then they are not really for you. 

More often than not, things do really disappoint us, and there is no point arguing with that as it is part of life's cycle and that feeling emotionally distressed is part of us being humans--we feel and we tend to react in the oddest of ways possible and somehow, we end up coming up with certain conclusions that would make or break our lives. 

Just like the recent articles that I have read over yahoo, about Disney not making princess movies anymore because of the fact that boys think that they are icky and that girls don't want to see movies that would inspire them to become princesses in every possible way because really, in our current situation, dreaming of becoming a princess and living a life of one is almost an impossible thing to achieve. 

Speaking in behalf of all the young boys out there--not that I don't consider myself one for the fact that I am physically a boy that feels more like a girl--I feel, with great sadness that princess movies and movies that are somehow inspired by the domination of the female specie is growing in numbers by the day; and it is with great enthusiasm I express and share to all of you guys out there that the male specie has not yet gone to oblivion. Somehow, at some point, we are just bidding our time, yearning for the right time to come along that we once again prove ourselves that we are the more dominant specie in this planet called Earth.

Connection...?

Disappointments, Reactions, Yearning and the Feeling of never letting go of the fact that somehow, someday, everything will turn out right is part of who we are and a part of our complicated lives on a daily basis. Life has its own way of dealing with things and its our job to somehow decipher those things and think the way nature does. We all have our needs and wants--wherein sometimes, our wants dominates our needs--but, we have to keep in mind that life, like everything else, has a cycle to follow and, if you deem that things should go your way, then life's cycle would be broken. 

As I can remember, in the movie Bruce Almighty, we sometimes have to make sacrifices (in God's point of view) to give way for others. We may not always have to get what we want, but we are given more than what we could ask for; and with that, we are given more than just the material things that blinds us from the truth but rather, happiness and contentment that no material thing can ever give in this world. 

Therefore, if you think that no one is taking your side in every situation, think again. There is always something better for you out there than the things that you always asked for. It may not be as good as the things that you dream of, but its something worth more than anyone could imagine; and that is what we are here for. Our purpose, to live our lives naturally, is not to become enemies to each other and be an object of hate but rather, a tool to help one another and succeed side by side. 

Taking Risks

If it's really worth the try, then I am more than willing to take the risks. 

There is really nothing wrong in taking risks. It only comes with a couple of options of which you can really choose from. From my perspective, things shouldn't be deemed "scary". In one way or another--sooner or later--you are to make decisions on your own; and when that day comes, it sure is going to be a very tough and challenging moment. But then again, all you have to do is to trust and hope that there is something greater waiting for you at the end of the tunnel.

These lines, these quotes--they have all grown old in us. But, we never really get to see what they mean over time and time again. Nevertheless, to be able to know the real meaning behind these quotes, the true message that awaits our discovery, is to somehow try and with an attitude of no remorse at all. Either way, its us who is going to learn and no one else. Its our own personal decisions and no one can benefit from them except us.

Therefore, starting officially today, I am ready to take on the world. Make decisions that I have never dreamed of. Hope for the best, even though I am clueless of what's ahead of me. Take things more positively and just be happy with the results. There is no point in bidding your time and waiting for it to come at the right moment. If chances are laid in front of you and opportunities are soaring high, then might as well grab it than be left with nothing. 

I will enjoy life and I will enjoy it the way I like it. This is my life and I am willing to do anything and risk it all. This is it. There is no turning back. 

People, Places and Me.

It's the first time that I actually posted with a title of which is my blog's title. What have caused me to do such? Well, for the past few days, there are certain events that somehow opened my eyes to the reality that the world really is harsh in every possible way. 

I was blabbing sometime ago about my brother's wedding; well, It came--it passed and one thing about that wedding is that it was a disaster. Things went really crazy because of the bride's eldest cousin went AMOK and bragged about her ENGLISH SPEAKING SKILLS--which was, by the way, lame and not-something-to-be-bragged about FOR CRYING OUT LOUT--and boasting about her being the HEAD OF IT ALL because she resides in the states and works in a restaurant blah, blah, blah...So, anyways, the wedding was totally screwed--even a couple of days before the actual event, everything was starting to screw up!! I don't know, people just can't help themselves but be obnoxious about things and just can't help but be themselves. 

Oh, before the wedding actually came, my uncles and aunt arrived from Davao. Yeah, they are the best uncles that I ever had and they are the BEST! That is just it. THEY ARE THE BEST!! haha. I don't know, I just can't help but say that word, BEST!!! haha. Very soon, I am going back with them to Davao to spend a couple weeks off. I wanna go and see the world from their point of view and I want to know how it feels like travelling for more than a day just to get to that certain destination. 

I was so busy attending to the wedding hustles, I almost forgot about my online life. I went offline for about a week and decided to come back online on the wedding day itself--as I mentioned that everything was screwed up, I didn't actually show up to the church and on the wedding venue because of the fact that the people from the other side of the force were just too strong, I can't help but bail out on the event and let them experience the SH*T-yness first hand--and they did and I was somehow happy about it and at the same time felt guilty about not showing my support to my family members. Its not that I didn't want to but I was just too tired and too upset about the turn-out of events that I lost the guts to actually get myself involved in their mess and just sat at one corner and slept the entire wedding day. 

What else do I have to say? 

Oh, yeah...nuffin'. My head is just so messed up, I don't know what to say or do. But one thing is for certain though; I have learned a lot from what happened on the wedding day and that this time, I have a better perspective on things. I have learned that you can't trust anyone judging by how rich or how poor they are, how dark or fair their complexion is, how good or bad they conversed in the English language and how deceiving or not their looks are. 

Today, I would like to declare war to their clan (just kidding). No, I would like to declare...World Peace? Oh my, I am totally losing it. hahaha. :P Peace out. :)

Your are Cordially Invited

And here is your invitaton...

Just click on the image to see it in full size. :)

hahahahaha. xD

Don't be such a hater, I just want to share my creation to you guys. I know, I am still an amateur in using photoshop but, hey! At least I got the whole thing right and it looks pretty good when we got to print out the samples. Tomorrow, we are going to print the final ones and distribute them when done.

Next Project: Christening invites for my "hinablos" baby Lady Denise Maxene--I know, its a pretty long name. :P

Not a Love Story

Can you still remember the first time? Well, I do. The images are so vivid that when I think about them, I swear I felt like time never really moved. I always see you from a distance, chatting with your "boys" and just laughing the afternoon away.

Everyday, I would watch you pass by the same spot—where you would laugh it out with your boys while I sit in a corner, on the usual bench on the usual spot on a typical afternoon. Every night, in my dreams, I would always pray that one day, you would come to me and ask me something—of which I don’t now if I could even answer—but still, the feeling of yearning to hear that very question, that one question that could change everything, clings on to me like it was stuck with glue.

And then one day, like a typical love story written in an extraordinary way, our paths crossed. Its not that I never wanted our paths to cross, but I never thought it would be sooner—at least, that was what I thought. But then, when it did, I actually liked the feeling. I was only being myself, naïve, careless and free. You were being yourself, arrogant, in demand, the one person that people would love to hang around with all day, the one that would put smiles on everyone’s faces, and the one that would change how the way the world goes.

 But I was never that person who would wish to be yours. I just wanted you around, that was it; I never wanted you to come along and bring goodness into my life as it already is good in its own way. I never wanted to have someone who—I hear everyone calls “mine”. I just wanted someone who would make me feel like I was safe when I am around him and that every moment that I spend with him would be of bliss.

You smiled as you picked my stuff up from the ground where they all feel when you bumped into me—or was I who bumped into you, I never really cared. You apologized without looking anywhere else but straight through my eyes; I thought your eyes had a beautiful chestnut-y glow and that your lashes brushed on each strand perfectly everytime you blinked. Your lips were red and smooth and your teeth were pearly whites. Your hair, even though they are sticking out in every direction, looked pretty much adorable. Your breath smelled like sushi and your voice was as musky as I ever thought it would be.

Your shoulders were broad and muscular; your arms were strong—strong enough to hold my books that weighed a thousand pounds or so—and your legs, their powerful enough to make you hold your entire body to the ground.

I smiled back; with thoughts flying around in my head, thinking of what to say. I felt butterflies in my stomach and it was nasty; but, I mustered all my courage to say that I was in a hurry and that I didn’t have the time to stay long enough to chat. I pulled away and never gave a single glance back.

The following days and weeks were inevitable. Everytime you see me by the corner—on the usual bench on the usual spot on a typical afternoon—you never failed to stop by and say hi. But that was just it. Hi-goodbye! I never got the chance to thank you or apologize or whatever I was supposed to do after bumping into you and that made me sad. But nevertheless, its what I wanted in the first place.

I never wanted someone to call mine or someone that I could tag along in my quests. I just wanted someone who would always be around, never leaving me at one corner with flowing tears from my eyes. From the way I see it, things are going perfectly fine. No commitments, No fuss, No nothing. The end.

My Favorite Bible Verse

Its not that I am being such a religious person here, but I just wanted to share this bible verse right here. Actually, the photo that you are seeing now is an actual page of my eldest brother's wedding invitation of which I was tasked to accomplish by tomorrow so that we would be able to produce a sample invite; but fortunate enough, I was done way before they were able to tell to finish it. Haha. :P

So, there. Just so you would know, the wedding is on the 18th of this Month and its just lest than a week away. So, I am hoping that they love the output of my work and that the guests who gets to receive invites will love what I did. :)

Questions

** if today was the last day of your life, what would you do?

** if you were to be with that someone, not necessarily have to be your partner, who would you choose to be with?

** if you were to tell someone a very secret-secret, what secret would it be?

** if you were to do something that you are not accustomed to, what would it be?

** you know your not a kid anymore, right? but do you still believe in fairy tales and magic?

** life has its ups and downs...but would you rather be on the top with everything else you wanted at your fingertips or, be at the bottom and experience life as it should be?

** there are so many questions...but do you have any answers?

** decisions, decisions...what have you decided so far on your own without any sign of remorse?

** you love, you hate...but what does make your heart tick?

** i know you, you know me...but do we know ourselves?

** everything comes and goes...but can i ask you to stay?

questions, questions...would they ever run out? hmpf...

Why?

Why is an excuse your best friend? 


Why is everything so messed when in fact, you have tried everything to fix the creases here and there?


Why is it so hard for people to understand you when you both speak the same language?


Why are some people more intellectually advanced than you are when in fact, all of us are humans and that we learn and get hurt the same way as everything does?


Why is it so hard to be YOURSELF when its so easy to be someone else?


Why does Gender such an ISSUE?

Why do other people love pushing other people down to the ground?


Why do we ask so many questions?

Sour Cream and Onion

By far, it's my favorite flavor of all time when it comes to chips. Its sour and tangy--a perfect combination, if you ask me. So, why post something with it as a title? (stupid, right?) Well, I guess its what happens to people like me, who have nothing to do in the world but to spend the whole afternoon snoring in the comfort of a trusty comfy bed and the warm sunshine one my face. 

Nice work, pal! your brain is totally useless!! <--That is me, talking to myself. 

For the record, my brains are not working the way they should be. I suddenly go blank everytime I try to post something on my blog. Its not that I am losing the spark to blog but, I am just so dead beat. I don't know. My calendar doesn't have that much activity recently and I don't get worked up with household chores as well (as IF I have one...haha). But why do I go blank everytime I blog? 

Its one of the things that are bothering me now I don't know if I can still help myself and just force my itty-bitty brain to work as they normally would. Another thing that is bothering me nowadays is that I don't like staying up that late. I find irritating now when I get to sleep around 1am or 2am the most. I don't know. My body just got in-tune with the nature's life cycle and I can't help it--I am totally loving it. But I can't love it too much because I know, someday, in due time, the nocturnal me shall make a comeback and I would to twist my world the other way around and make something out for a living. 

Ungh! I have to go now...I promise, I will come back.