i'll stop the world and melt with you

would still choose you any day. magkorean ko balik..haha..

                                                   

prince eric on a detour

I feel like it’s not about anyone or being in a fucked up relationship anymore.

I pondered that thru all that has been hapnin what is mainly highlighted is my impatience and

I end up in compromise and disobedience thus my heart gets bruised. The one time that I felt completely not needing to wrap my little arms around a boy’s arm was that summer when all I had in cebu were joey and stephie and my sisters..

 

--

 

I was happy with being broke and going broke shopping, with movies and reruns, and with being a pig and I am okay. Until I fucked it up with a relationship that I so hope He would eventually approve of..

--

I tell Him, it’s okay, he is a minister’s son, and I’d get to sit on the pews with him and listen to his dad speak on a nice balmy Sunday.. screw all that..

My trying to convince God did me no good.

 

No prince eric would not want to give half a heart, wouldn’t hit on yer friend while he is dating you, wouldn’t tell you he’s not in church when in fact he is, and most of all, wouldn’t hit you or fucking go psycho when he is drunk.. he would actually want you to be the well-kept woman you oughta be.

 

I mean a couple of months ago, I saw me walking a safe distance behind some guy becuz he has a 2 year old relationship he wouldn’t risk losing to me, I let that go because I thought, it was okay cuz he opens the door of his pick up truck for me and would hold me close when we are together; I was soooo sure he’d choose me, after all we both shared same common things that his gal lacked..

 

We’re part-chinese, we’ve same jobs, and best of all, we have church as a commonplace..

Crap, he chose 2 year-relationship. tells me what transpired between us was a case of him lacking self-control..

 

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My ego was bruised as badly as the condition of my heart is.. there are times when I wind up crying inconsolably.. I asked Him why. He answers; you did not obey..

 

Then I find myself seeing another person, only to learn he was dating practically every gal in this city! And knew only later that he is engaged and has a daughter.. that bastard..

 

Again, am like, wut the fuck now?  Nuts, Lord, how will I get it right this time? He would tell me, child you never get it do you? Even if it sounds cliché- well only fools rush in.. Esther had to go thru a year to get her acts together, be clothed properly, filter her speech, be bathed in fragrant oils to become the king’s queen..

 

It’s the same thing.. you do not nurse a broken heart by being careened into another potential heartbreak..

 

You come up with the excuse that you are seeing a Christian.. that would not measure up to how a relationship works and how that should please Me.. I am stripping you off of what you perceive to be a security blanket so that only in Me you can remember that yer heart is safe and whole..

 

So, again, if i might act on impatience ever again, I might want to rethink and remind myself it’s no fun walking behind some steps behind a guy cuz prince eric would always want to walk beside me.

 

 

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Crap, swearing helps at times..

 

 

 

RAEN

 

 

a spat of daily neurosis

 

 

 

going thru a bout of PMS  is paksit. This bloatedness and tiredness and no happiness mode is really a pain.

--

Buti nalang kathra posted manille’s istilo gang and I gaped and wowed at the clothes and materyosong kabaliwan of the beautiful people of manila..who knew nice-princess batong is in manila anyway? Gaga talaga yun.. haha.. wala lang man nagwarning.. at times you’d say, fuck that, why find happiness from someone, why be giggley and believe the crap that some ppl may tell you- well, here’s news.. yessssss, happiness and some delusions will and may come from another being who volunteers to be an entity in yer pathetic semi-existence. But, amen to LC(laguna beach-original cast)

for saying that it won’t do you good if you go for people. Okay, I am not going.

Am not going anywhere..

 

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I read robert fulghum’s journal about wrath and anger and infuriation- all these.. God, Jesus, the deity had wrath of some sort.. yes, God manifested anger.. kaya nga there are some rules drawn.. well, I just thought that at times, anger or the anger that we feel can be excused becuz God has anger in Him too.. and we are little tiny mirrors of Him right? Eiwan ko. Okay am not angry, at times I take one mole/ant-hill of a statement and twist it in my head until it becomes a proverbial mountain(description quoted somewhere) and would hurt me like hell.. no.. I say, if I am a Christian and dead to self, I should be more overbearing and not take offense

with the way some ppl act around me(or at a city’s distance-yet) or say things to me or give opinion..and then again that will be nuts. Some of the things He wants are fucked up like that and so hard to follow..

 

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Okay, papatulan ko na etoh, jen(team thor jen-bata forever jen-best agent jen) smsd yesterday that regine’s role in paano kita iibigin is a call center agent working for etel. Or she just works for etel. Haha. I should see the movie.. much better than pirates cuz I never understood movies without sub-titles anyway. :)

 

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I needed a good book for the weekend. And a good head to make myself attend Sunday service cuz am sure to miss it the weekend after next..

Okay if I make tampo-tampo to God, He would have more karapatan to feel tampo tampo big time too..

 

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Wala akong happiness today. A declaration.

 

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Maaaaaaaaaan, I wanna go home. No, I do not want cebu or davao or any city for that matter.. I want my family. My dysfunctional,dislocated family, fractured from alcohol, bad debts, mortgages,gambling, mid-life crisis .. In all its brokeness I want it.

 

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Fuck, why did I ever leave home. How selfish can one get bitaw?

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wow, you can just google bianca2x and it'll lead you to this.. how kewl is that? :)

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oh well, at times the world does not revolve around you, you should now.. and at times people are disinterested..gawdwattabitchPMSis.

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Okay am done. That feels better. ♥

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myk, my mobile phone is a piece of crap. mao na wako gaload, pde syang mabulok..almost 2 years natah bai. haha. ♥ i'll ask if you threw that decayed red knapsack away next time i'll talk to you..muah..

 

 --

the anger of the moment-that is the very memory of us.. (quoted)

mumblelurve

isn't my nephew the darlingest penguin there is in asia-or the world even? with raspberry pink cheeks, 75 strands of hair, and kagid from the recent heat wave..you can chop him up and make a baby stew out of him. he looks so pretty you can eat him!

lurid

gandhi said: be the change you want to see in the world.   fuck that     be the trouble you want to see in the world.     asofterworld.com

it's no fun

 

It’s no fun cuz Wednesdays and Thursdays are his rest days.. and my outlook would only serve its purpose on days when we are corresponding.. and my phone would stay quiet, at least during shift.. awww pero who cares.. Friday’s always there..

 

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Yesterday he asked;  rae (yikes-----sooo high school) dayun ka guimaras.. (conversation not as verbatim nasad..my memory fails me at times)

I: yep, nagpalista nako namu-uban ko

M: excited lagi kaau ka ai

I: ang ang wa pako ka adto didto

M: wear a shirt ha

I: ha, di manko mubikini, pakauwaw rako tas dghan pajud lalaki ila team ka-awkward mayta if family nako ako kuyog or set of girlfriends

M: ayaw sad ki-at ha

I: diko muki-at

 

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If this is submission in practice, I think unfair ata maging girl. Hehe..

Okay wut if in the end you’ll end up marrying a slob- like a real real slob then you can really say, it’s going to be my first divorce at 30 right?

 

--

beating dailiness of work

(if there is such a thing as dailiness)
shucks again dili pirmi miss japan ang moments.
--
5/31/2007
2:37am mla time. Ü

Pinoy Bureaucracy

forwarded email attached*

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okay, coffee can always make people feel better(save bryan na magpalpitate-and if ever asked the miss universe top 5 question-what would you follow, your heart or your mind-would answer-it depends, follow my heart kung nagpalpitate:)

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today is a drag. lemme sleep all week.

 

Attachment: amazing race.ppt

do you mind?

Top 2 lines you always get from the opposite sex:
-  naga PMS ka na naman?
-  kumain ka na?

Top 2 things the opposite sex does that piss you off:
-  smoke tas would hold yer hand tas the smell sticks to yer hand or pinch yer cheeks like you are a 5 year old.. like I liked that.. nooo..
-  magkalat ng magkalat or maki read yer email or talk to you when you are blogging-like helloo

Top 2 physical assets a girl must have:
-  huge brown sloe eyes(pero diba sloe-eyed gals got purple or blue eyes?)
-  a huge tush(haha)

Top 2 guy names you find gwapo (handsome):
- Antonio(nge!)
- orlando(bloom-hehe)

Top 2 most recent disturbing comments you got from someone:

-  ach. I remembered, but, he is old diba?

-  I think nistart out xa wrong.. (okay I think I made this up)

Top 2 sweetest childhood memories:

- trips to the dentist- iliked dentists a lot
- and I don’t remember any at this point

Top 2 feel-good-nostalgic songs:
- Breakfast at tiffany’s- deep blue something
- barney song- because of matthia and kerby’s nephew- kenzo

Top 2 most played songs on your playlist (right now):

- must get out- maroon 5

- northern sky- ost of serendipity

Top 2 weird things you do:
- check ppl’s ears (I know- I am gross)
- talk to myself when am scared (this would be hard to explain..)

Top 2 everyday beauty essentials:
- lip balm
- moisturizer

Top 2 signs that you're really mad already:
- I quit talking to someone
- I yell and then burst into tears (grrrrr)

Top 2 names you'd give your future daughter:
- nafsika
- kihora matthia

 

Future Son:
- slate
- tomas joaquin


Top 2 names you wish you had:
- Bianca- because I know I looked like a Bianca hehehe
- Rio- Girl version of river, nge..

Top 2 things you ought to do before you die:
- get lisa ling’s autograph

- have my first million, ha!

Lastly, top 2 things you want to do right now:
- sleep, wake up when it’s already july 20
- fly home to cebu and babysit kenji tisoy pede ihalo sa pancit

 

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I quit feeling miserable today but am terribly terribly left jaded. I just don’t want to listen and would’ve stayed in bed, ang kaso, I’ve no excuse to be ill or feel sick today. La-ay pod cuz there’s noone to speak to sa outlook for 2 straight days, nonetheless, I do not want any attachments to my outlook wutsoever becuz of one person. Hehe. I don’t look sunburnt already, or so I thought. I forgot my devotionals. and I think had weird recurring dreams.. I wanted to go home. How long will it take me to be home? Leche.. would the one year work experience be worth missing my family and my girls back home? Well, yeah, I realized what I’ll be taking back to cebu when I move back. Maaaaaaaaaaaan, am most def moving back..

 

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“The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters."


The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

nanimaws ra

This is a story from University of the Philippines (Diliman) about a young college girl who passed away last month.
Her name was Summera. She was hit by a dumper truck. She had a boy friend named Arif. Both of them were true lovers. They always hung on the phone. You could never see her without her cell phone. In fact she also changed her  phone from Smart to Globe, so both of them can be on the same network, and save on the cost and get good network coverage. She spent half of the day talking with Arif. Summera's family knew about their relationship.
Arif was very close with Summera's family. (Just imagine their love).



Before she passed away she always told her friends "If I pass away please bury me with my hand phone" she also said the same thing to her parents.> >>
After her death, people couldn't carry her coffin, I was there.

A lot of them tried to do so but still couldn't, everybody including me, had tried to carry the coffin, the result is still the same.

Eventually, they called a Feng Shui Master. He took a stick and started speaking to himself slowly.
After a few minutes, he said "this girl misses something here". Then her friends told the Master about her intentions to bury her with her phone.
He then opened the coffin and places her phone and SIM card inside the casket. After that they tried to carry the coffin. It could be moved and they carried it into the van easily. All of us were shocked. Summera's parents did not inform Arif that Summera had passed away.



After 2 weeks Arif called Summera,s mom. Arif:"I'm coming home today. Cook something nice for me.
Dont tell Summera that I'm coming home today, I wanna surprise her." Her mother replied..... "You come home first, I wanna tell you something very important." after he came, they told him the truth about Summera.
Arif thought that they were playing a fool. He was laughing and said
"don't try to fool me - tell Summera to come out, i have a gift for her Please stop this nonsense". Then they showed him her grave. He said... "It's not true. We spoke yesterday. She still calls me.




Arif was shaking. Suddenly, his phone rang. "See this is from Summera,
see this..." he showed the phone to Summera,s family. All of them told him to answer. He talked using the loudspeaker mode. All of them heard his conversation. Loud and clear, no cross lines, no humming. It was the actual voice of Summera & there was no way others could use her SIM card since it was nailed inside the coffin. They were so shocked and asked for the Feng Shuie Master's help again.





The Master brought his co-masters to solve this matter. He & his co-masters worked for 5 hours. Then they discovered one thing...
   

   
Globe has the best coverage. Where ever you go, their network follows (hehehehehehehe) !!!  
 
Basta GLOBE, posible!

     
Never in my life have I read such an email...Wasted ten minutes coz of this...It's your turn now ;-)

will you be a johnny today?

In this life we cannot do great things. We can only do small things with great love.
Mother Teresa

 

 

WANDERING HOME WONDERING

Written Sunday, February 18, 2007
Seattle, Washington

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“Where’s home for you?”

An innocent enough question. Often asked in the early stages of a new acquaintance, especially when traveling. Usual meanings: Where do you live now? Where did you grow up? Where do you come from?

In an age of nomadic existence when many of us have moved often, the answer is usually not what’s in the place on an official form for “Place of Birth.” Shift the question to “Where would you go if you were required to go home?” Or ask, “Where do you feel most at home?” Sometimes an answer lies in “Where do you want to be buried when you die?” A final home.

There are many ways of being home. One is never to leave it. I think of those people I grew up with who still live in the same town I left long ago.
For some people, home is wherever their “stuff” is at the moment.
Another way is to travel around the world and finally, on retirement, go back to the place where you began. I know people who have done that.
Where most of your family is - that’s home - though with family often scattered all over the world, that’s harder to nail down for most people.
Another is to find home in another person - wherever they are is home for you. I know couples who are like that for one another.
And then there’s the ability to carry a sense of home inside you so that wherever you are, that’s home. That’s the fundamental one, isn’t it?

Home. Such a powerful notion. The need to feel rooted - to family, a circle of friends, a place, a people, a country, to the Earth itself. It often amazes me what people will put up with, suffer for, even die for out of an attachment to home.

Walking out in the rain late last night looking at the lights shining out of the houses I passed, I wondered if the people inside were at home. I wandered on home. Nobody was there but me. “Welcome home,” I said, as I went in the door. “Make yourself at home,” I said to me in reply. And I did.

robert fulghum

 

ohmyfreakinggawd

Every breath you take
And every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I’ll be watching you

--

shucks naa jud moments na you won't turn out to be miss korea or japan.. haha..gluthathione ginamus still.

THE TROUBLE WITH ♥

mare,

hindi ako nag law school para maging judge!

 

i wish i were there. sorry jud kaau asin.

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ayyy nako wag magpahuli sa truly yers legal gal ng boylet mo..but, you are young, and easy to love, and beautiful & altogether lovely in yer bones mare.

so you can always get out of that relationship.

eremember ra gud that if a relationship is meant to be a secret, you're not supposed to be in it!

diba?

 

pangita diversion, if not, epamper nalang imo self and indulge without guilt, pero you have to leave him najud mare

ayokong masama ka sa sunstar daily news. love tika and i'd want you to know that God would write the best love story for you if you are willing to wait.

--

let's not act on desperation cuz we can always trust our attractiveness, in the mean time be the GOOD or if not, the best woman to walk away..

--

it'll save yer face from future embarrassments and, will keep your heart in the best of shape for the guy whom yer meant to be with the rest of yer life.

--promise.

muah.

 

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lack of a better post today.(and paksit, there is such a thing as naghalf day option, and i thought he was ran-over by a truck. hello.keyword HU-WAT!)

btw.

"If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life."

The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde

 

project pink ♥

people do not owe people an apology if they're not really sorry..

--

(that makes them, ummmmm-un-sorry diba? and defeats the purpose of apology?)

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bweset. that time of the month when all is sore and swollen.

--

"The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.”

– Hemingway (A Farewell to Arms)

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but one thing i learned, take everything at face value and do not take stuff too seriously. people have ways of saying things and they might've been brought up that way at home. and it's nothing personal. it's just how they are.♥

it's japan

riyo mori

--

kabongga. ♥

asian.

 

gavin and anvi

bess, this gotta be the best crop i've seen so far. ♥

much love

We are more different now than we were as kids, but that's the way old friends work, I think. With new friends, what you have in common is more circumstantial: colleges, jobs, hobbies, and acquaintances-of-the-hour. What old friends share goes deeper than that. Your lives can branch off in completely different directions, but always, you share that knot of a past - heartbreaks and sleepovers and screened-in porches - and the raw, peculiar memory of yourself which, in part, belongs to them.

- Getting Over Jack Wagner by Elise Juska

walang happiness sa

pms

if i had him as a teacher

"For all my good intentions, there are days when things go wrong or I fall into old habits. When things are not going well, when I'm grumpy or mad, I'll realize that I've not been paying attention to my soul and I've not been following my best routine."

 

Robert Fulghum is a philosopher, but he's not interested in the arcane, the mystical. He's interested in common things that everyone can relate to. He's worked as a cowboy, singer, artist, minister, bartender among other things. His words are simple yet true.

manic monday

5/28/2007-with the nbi chief howie

fallen angels

She lived like she knew nothing lasts
Didn't care to look like anyone else
And she was beautiful, so beautiful
I still hear her laugh like she's here

Shower it down on all the young
It isn't so wrong to have such fun

Forever angel
I hope they love yo like we do
Forever angel
I'll be proud to be like you
Be like you
(I'll be proud to be like you)

para mi bebe

I’ve a better understanding of my skin color now.. that it’s futile to wallow in misery, yes- I’d end up in tears cuz of how kamburiching-bolingit I looked.. add up the fact that I am rereading fulghum-makes an unforgiving syrupy combo bound for pre-PMS(see pre pajud!)..

It’ll come off you’ll see; I tell me.. however ma won’t like it when I’m home july..

Put off glutathione in the mean time and slather on cheap antibacterial,lavender scented moisturizer, this will do..
And ‘might be in Guimaras next next weekend too..

Sunday. This, am sending to soy. Harhar.

--

the 'hood

I woke up to this today! Lord, watta Monday. Ü// pardon the digis..hehe..

color me undone

 

 

been raining way too much today..

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Discovered something to do aside from attempting to read dan brown cuz I could not find any kinship to him. I started making sequin stitches, the kind that shobe taught me when she got to cebu, mine were babies if I compared them to her’s..

Saturday was idle cuz I was way too tired, when I got home, I crashed into bed and slept all day, I even forgot to eat, til mark phoned and asked if I ate.. I’d reply.. ikaw daw beh, kapuy baya barug para mulutu ha.  Waaaaaaah, soysoy smsd telling me he misses me daw and wants me home in davao.. daaaaah, gaba nimu du, gibyaan ko nimu cebu.. mingawun pod diay ka saku ka-anyag. Hehehe.. jaez asked how I am and princess orange bato would sms—fairyyyyyy.. kermit told me he’s got a new job-a bankero-wow and he is on a business trip in cotabato..and paksit lang cuz I had zero energy to get me prepaid credits..

But, all my friends back home should know, that I keep them in my prayers..and will work on a prayer list, this way, when I promise that I’d include them in my prayers, they’d get counted.. so all sms, emails, or phone calls that are unanswered, they should again know that they all mean a city to me.. at least now that I am living alone and malayo I appreciate them muchos..

I miss verlaine. I wish I were as cerebral and confident like her.

Sunday, I spent housekeeping. I missed church cuz I wasn’t able to wake up a bit earlier because it feels really good to stay under the sheets til the sun was up. I’m amazed at how much energy I had to finish cleaning the pad and doing laundry and mopping the building’s alley and having it lysoled-including doors 203 and 204! Imagine that!

What kept me occupied really was waiting for mark to intermittently call..before, during, and after his shift.. I wouldn’t really mind waking up at midnight,makahappy ang thought that I’m included in some of his more-like concrete plans. Pero jinxable pa everything. So I lift both our hearts to Him who writes better things of reality and life and love. (yaks mush-gaPMS ko), if this whole thing winds up jinxed, i can in truth say I’ve learned a thing or two about patience and waiting.. yes,Lord. This time I will wait..

 

Have a blast y’all this work week!

 

+Squish!+
 

 

my other favorite sister

"She will read one page. One more page, to calm and locate herself, then she'll get out of bed."- Michael Cunningham's The Hours

mas french pa sa french

 

lingaw jud ang pagka old school atikon sa mga durian-fed guys.. Ü

 

ganahan naman ko nimu kato dati pa..murag collge natoh.. naa naka sa ateneo..naa nako gibati nimu..

ikaw, naa naka gibati nako atong mga panahuna?

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waaaah, galenga nimu talaga dong oi.(not exactly verbatim-harhar)

if these are the things you'd find in yer outlook's inbox

you'd be happy the rest of the work week.. kudos to cris for the photos.. and thanks shobe for sending these.. iloveyou both..

stuff from ken's binyag- somewhere during the new year-ithink.. and some photos from the holidays.
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charity makes a home. ♥
--

heroes

5/26/2007
I-I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins-like dolphins can swim
Though nothing-nothing will keep us together
We can beat them-for ever and ever
Oh we can be heroes-just for one day
I-I will be king
And you-you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can be heroes-just for one day
We can beat them-just for one day
I-I remember
Standing-by the wall
And the guns-shot above our heads
And we kissed-as though nothing could fall
And the shame-was on the other side
Oh we can beat them-forever and ever
Then we could be heroes-just for one day
We can be heroes
Just for one day
We can be heroes
We're nothing, and nothing will help us
Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay
But we could be safer, just for one day
Oh, oh, oh, ohhh-oh, oh, oh, ohhh, just for one day
Oh, just for one day

wrack

In the end, nothing is true, save that which we feel. Nothing we remember, nothing we believe, all are just stories and echoes. The past is a shifting sea where nothing is certain, and where the things we seek cannot be found, a place where we seek lands that rise from the mist into the glare of the sun and then vanish again, as quickly as they arrived. A shifting sea with nothing at its centre, except illusions, and loss. 
                                     -James Bradley, Wrack

 

ah yes, ah huh

Agnes: I don't know why I love you so much. I don't even know you very well. We ain't really done much in bed, except for that one night, and for some reason, I don't even care. Seems like all we ever talk about is bugs. I guess I'd rather talk about bugs with you than talk about nothin' with nobody. Not like I really got a lot to say, 'less I talk about misery, but who wants to hear that all the time? I don't. I just get sick of it, my lousy life, Laundromats and grocery stores, dumb marriages and lost kids. Lloyd... he's the only good time.

Bug is a play by Tracy Letts

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ahhhhhhhh, weekend. am almost broke and i'm looking forward to housekeeping and laundry. ♥

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and talking to mark,hopefully. and hopefully not about bugs.harhar..i miss my sisters and my penguin..will listen to 8 calls today..hayerts..how exciting is that..

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nothing too deep or too beautiful said in my devotional today..i ended up sleeping.. i just thought that i can delay religion or faith today..and reclaim it on sunday..ngyox..di bitaw.. i wanted to rant about the maize vendor from mercado..

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ambrokebutamhappy..singittome..♥

 

 

oh, the gal who needs the whole table of elements para mapeel off iya ugly skin color na nagaturn beet red some other time and dapat she should quit taking calls for sbc cuz her diction's ugly mentioned she shuns blogging- ang ang- di xa kibaw muwrite in the first place! tas masking she'll say how she loves how these hispanic senyoritas looked cuz they're beautiful like that, well ahhhh, dijud sya maging usa ka concept of beauty.

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haha.oh i forgot, nimature nakow.. :)

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ah, today, i muttered..nganu mag agent or mag call center man if di sila kibaw muenglish? and then i realised wut a terrible thing to say about someone. i mean, i've been confused and at some point wasn't the best agent when i had my time on the phone..

yikes.........

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bitaw dearLord, wring out impatience and the not understanding or inconsiderate nature i have nutured lately..cuz i might end up not seeing what the techs can do really well on their calls..and might windup zeroing in on their mistakes on the calls.

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can't everything stay as wonderful as today? jeremy got us lunch! cheeseburger et al. :)

what have you discovered today? ♥ it's pink and it's printed!

 

a pack of 100-sheet oil control film from watson's..(they'd come in scents like green tea and rose or unscented but pink and printed or pearlized version)..plus the packaging is an art in itself..

yay to beauty! ♥

who will say no to food?

5/25/2007
yellow cab-sm
♥

like a flower needs the rain

 

i will wake up happy, i wonder why. ♥

she♥

i googled her! ♥

singgit davao! hahaha. (a repost)

How can one distinguish a Davaoeno to a Cebuano? Or to a Cagayanon? 

Difficult? Easy. Davaoenos are one of the most unique people in the world. 

We can easily stand out if we are placed in a crowd of Filipinos from other 

parts of the country. And how, you say? Language.

Davao City, aptly called the melting pot of cultures, is home to many 

dialects. Tagalog, Cebuano, Ilonggo, Ilocano, Chavacano, Moslem, Bicolano. 

Name it, we'll speak it. If the Filipino language is a composition of all 

the dialects and languages in the Philippines, you might as well say that 

the language we speak in Davao City is the real Filipino language, and not Tagalog.

However, since it is a hodgepodge of different tongues, it is sometimes 

funny to hear our language "bastardizing", for lack of better word, the 

other dialects. Strangely, that distinguishes us from the rest. Try these.

In stating a fact, Manilenos say, "Talagang mabait si Weng." In Davao, we 

say. "Mabait bitaw gyud si Weng". Too assertive? One asks, "Ano nga `yong 

pangalan mo?". In Davao we say, "Sino gani `yong pangalan (or worst, ngalan) mo?".

When somebody commits a mistake or surprises someone, we always never fail to say, "Halaka!". 

Duh.

We are fond of re-constructing the language. There's the GI+ verb, such 

as,"Gisabi kasi ni Helen na mag-absent si Bernerd bukas", or "Ginanon ni 

Mirro si Regina sa mukha". You'll never find "ginanon" in any dictionary, I 

swear to God. There's the KA+ adjective, as in, "Kaputi gyud ng mukha ni 

Yang-yang" or Kapayat gyud ni Jason ngayon." The MAKA+ verb form, such 

as, "Maka-inis talaga si Albert, uy!" or "Maka-uwi talaga ako ng matagal 

ngayon". The NAG+ verb, as in,"Nagsabi kasi si Tita Prescy na pupunta 

daw tayo ng airport" or "Hindi pa man siya nagdating, uy!"

Adding new words or new meanings to old words to the dictionary is one 

of  our favorite past time. NAKIN: "Alam man nakin `yan ba!", "Saan nakin kita nakita gani?".

KU-AN: "Ku-an daw ang gawin mo", "Si ku-an kasi ano masyado". (No sense at all.)

ANO: "Na-ano ka diyan, Bryan!", "Ano man yan si Van, uy!".

HA: "Lake-ha na ng tiyan ni Lulu uy!", "Gwapa-ha niya uy!"

BEH: "Sige daw beh, dare!", "Pakipasa daw ng ballpen ni Chariz beh".

KAY: "Huwag na, Wowie, kay nandito naman si Norma", "Umupo ka muna kay nasa-CR pa si Elma."

To express disgust over someone, we utter, "Gago kaba diay para 

maniwala sa kanya", or "Ano man yan siya uy!", or "Maka-inis man yan siya, uy!", or 

when pestered when doing something, you'd quip,"Huwag lagi ba!" On the other 

hand, when we praise somebody's extra special deed or talent, our 

Davaoeno tongue slips words like,"Kuyaw lagi `yan siya!", "Galenga niya uy!", 

"Ayusa niya uy!", "Kuyawa ni Michelle uy!" or "Hindi ako makatu-o sa ginawa niya!" . Hay, makatawa talaga. Ooops!

There are just so too many words to mention. Just check out the words 

you spew everyday. Sometimes you just laugh at yourself when you realize 

that you've just said those very words. No matter how long you stay in 

Manila or in the States, the moment you're back to Davao, your tongue feels as at 

home as you do. Language is the very soul of every being. You just can't do 

anything about it. Or as how we say it,"Anohin man natin yan?"

 

i hope..

 

Paul Harvey Writes:

 

We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse.

For my grandchildren, I'd like better.

I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream

and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.

 

 

I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.

I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.

And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.

It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.

I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.

 

I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister.

And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room,

but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.

When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.

I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.

 

On rainy days when you have to catch a ride,

I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away

so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.

If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.

I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.

 

When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.

I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy\girl,

and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.

 

May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.

I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.

May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.

 

I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window

and that she hugs you and kisses you at Hannukah/Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work!

And happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.
Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss.

I'm here for you. And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you.