Biyernes, Pebrero 15, 2008

i was inspired to do my task much better...

“We are making decision and decision always matters”
-Anne Ditchon
Sabi ng trainer ko sa training department namin. She always meet us every end of the day.
Astig nga sya eh, wala syang background sa education pero gusto ko yong impact ng teaching strategy nya.
The way she teaches us and evaluating for 'something' in the future.
Medyo may pagkaestrikto sya pero ayos lang sa akin atleast natuto ako at alam kong magagamit ko ‘yon pagdating ng araw.
Malaki ang tatanawin kong utang na loob para sa taong, dahil sa bawat araw na nagdadaan sa akin ay may mga bago akong natutunan sa kanya.
Pasalamat na rin ako dahil napasok ako sa kompanyang ito na alam kong huhubog sa akin bilang isang professional na masasabi at may isasabi.

Para sa taong to,

MARAMING MARAMING SALAMAT PO.

Iipunin ko ang lahat ng natutunan ko mula sa inyo at gagamitin bilang pananggalang sa mapaghamong mundo.

Huwebes, Pebrero 14, 2008

happy valentines day...

I rode a jeepney way to United crossing for no reasons at all, i just want to prolong my trip although time might catch me late in the office. I walked over edsa crossing, carrying my seem-like attache file case, wearing a brown polo together with maong pants that shouldnt supposed to wear this thursday (eventually only for friday), and a shade for i to look good anyhow.
I havent had a haircut for which i must have so by this time.

Miyerkules, Pebrero 13, 2008

twisted harmony

I cried for some time.
I have this paranoia,
I have let you go
And fed my mind
That you were never mine
I was so upset really
Hoping that mistake had never done
I suffer excruciating pain inside
Torn to pieces and almost-died
I cried a river
I walked a thousand miles
I climbed a highest peak
Just to see you through
For all I know
That you were there
But sorry for I am
I couldn’t find any single steps of you,
Even just for a sweet scent of your perfume.
To my holyshit!
How could this happen to me?
Before, you were just nothing to me
But now why it seems I am longing for you?
Sigh.
I ain’t nothing to do but nothing
How I missed those times with you
I am so sorry of letting you go.
Of hurting you so much.
It was all my mistake.
I now admit.
I know time will come
That you’ll be backBringing again all the fun
And giving you enough time
I won’t dare to hurt you again.
Swear.
Even if my tears will make you back.

akda ng makabagong pepe...

Why are they condemning you? Why are they blaming you? Why are they degrading you? Why are they letting you to suffer too much pain? Why are they putting you on shame? Haven’t they knew what you have is enough for them to be known? At times, they were making you ridiculous spot in front of public. They tell all your “kabahuan”, they pointed out your inability to grow further, they discriminate your race, despite they have used to like that.

I don’t get any point why are they doing those things to you. Plus, there are people behind of you using you as their milieu to put themselves on top. There are scenarios that they almost shattered your pride and divinity. Zilch. I remembered one time; you were walking along the way going up. But there are these stupid and dumb people pulled you down, they pretended to be nice. However, you didn’t even know what are their mere intentions. You were just fooled. I should have tell your story for they would know how much you beared your burden and agony all the times, and how much heavy your emotional baggage you’ve carried over. And your treasured story goes…

Decades ago.

Kung natatandaan mo pa aking Ina. Iyong mga panahong ginahasa ka ng hindi mo nakikilalang mga lalaki, ngunit sigurado kang sila’y mga dayuhan. Tatlo silang nambababoy sa iyo. Tatlo sialng nagpakasasa sa iyong mahinang katawan, wala ka ng nagawa pa.Musmos pa lamang ako noon ngunit ramdam ko na ang bigat na iyong pinapasan, ang bawat panaghoy mo, sa tuwing gabing naaalala mo ang kahayupang ginawa nila sa iyo.

Kwento pa sa akin ni lola na sa tuwing makakakita ka raw ng lalaki ay bakas sa iyo ang matinding pagkabahala. Ikay takot na takot, parang kakainin ng halimaw. Punyeta sila!mga hayok!Matinding bagabag ang pumasaiyo. Katulad ka rin ni lola, binaboy at nilapastangan ng mga dayuhan. Si lola ay minsan pa’y naging comfort woman ng mga hayok-sa-laman,ng mga dayuhang sumakop, maraming taon na ang nakararaan. Tulad din sila ng mga hinayupak na yun. Walang kwenta. Mga malilibog! Nararapat sa kanila’y i-firing squad din sa Luneta. Hindi para sa kabayanihan kundi para sa kamatayan.Lola often says; ‘jose, apo wag kang gagaya sa mga kapatid mo”.Oo may mga kapatid ako, marami kaming magkakapatid. Ibat-ibang hitsura ngunit iisang “dugo” lamang ang nanalantay sa amin---pareparehas kaming Pilipino. Kinupkop kami ni Ina at itinuring isang tunay na anak.

Ako ang unang inaruga, at naging panganay sa aming magkakapatid. Mula nang mangyari ang kababuyang sinapit ni Ina ay hindi na niyang binalak pang mag-asawa. Nag-ampon siya upang mapawi ang dalamhating nangyari sa kaniya. Ngunit hindi niya inakala na tatalikuran siya ng ilan sa kanyang mga anak-anakan. At bibiguin lamang.Kaya nasabi sa akin ni lola ang gayon dahil ayaw niya akong matulad sa mga kapatid kong sarili lamang ang iniisip.

My Lola says that it will all be okay in Gods time. Just take time and all the rest would be going to be fine.Natatandaan mo pa ba inay yung panahong nilalalatigo ka ng aking mga kapatid. Duguan. Wala na ako noon,nahimlay na. kung naidasal ko lamang sa Kaniya na sanay sabay na lang tayong pumanaw noon, marahil ay ginawa ko na. ngunit maraming balak ang Diyos para sa iyo. Sa kabila ng iyong pagdudurusa, pinagtibay ka ng iyong tibay ng loobAwang-awa ako noon sa iyo. Halos hindi ka noon makahinga sa bawat banat na iyong tinatanggap. Nahihiya daw silang ikaw ang kanilang ina. Isang dungis ng lipunan, isang puta.

Ngunit kailanman ay hindi ka naging puta, pinagsamantalahan lamang ang iyong kahinaan, ang iyong pagkababae. Masakit isipin na mismong mga anghel mo pang itinuturing ang gagawa ng kabalbalang yun. Wala akong nagawa kundi pagmasdan ang bawat luhang naghahalo sa iyong dugo. Ang bawat lantay at ang bawat marka ng kalapastanganan.wala akong nagawa kundi manalangin sa Kaniya, na tulunagn ka. Inay ko, pasensya po, wala akong nagawa upang tulungan ka.Sa ngayon, habang muli kitang pinagmamasdan mula sa aking kinalalagyan. Pagod na pagod ka na inay. Awang-awa ka na sa sarili ngunit patuloy pa rin ang pakikibaka mo upang makaalpas ka sa kahirapan. Kung maibabalik ko lamang ang panahong itinakas tayo ng titik at artikulo ko, sana’y pinagbuti ko pa. Hinding hindi ko na magagawa pa ang kabayanihang iyon muli Inay. Hindi na dahil mismong mga supling mo ang siyang nagpapahirap sa iyo, ang siyang nagmamaltrato sa iyo. Palapit na naman ang halalan, marami na naman ang maghahangad at mananamantala sa angkin mong kagandahan, sa angkin mong yaman. Mga hunyango sila, mga walang hiya. Aalipustahin ka na naman muli, tulad din sila ng ilan sa mga kapatid kong pilipinong ikinakahiya ka ngunit sila nama’y nagmula sa iyo. Tulad din sila ng mga makakasarili kong kapatid na nilayasan ka at ikinulong ng tuluyan sa limot. Nakakaawa ka Inay.Sariwa parin sa akin ang mga panahong akoy tinutukso noong bata pa lamang ako. kasalukuyan akong nag-aaral noon sa primarya nang ako ay tampulan ng tukso. Puta daw kasi ang ina ko, ang kinikilala kong ina. Ngunit sabi ko nga, kailanma’y hindi ka nagging puta.

Pinagsamantalahan ka lamang nila, Bastardo akong tunay sa mata nila, they always tease me as bastard jose! Bastard jose!Yes really I am. But how could they do those things? If they could only knew how great you are to me. If they could only knew how you mean to me.Katahimikan.Ayan na naman ina, hahampasin ka na naman. Lalatiguhin at sasaktan. Ina ko, umiwas ka sa kanilang nagbabagang suntok, labanan mo ang iyong mga walang hiyang anak na nagpapahirap sa iyo. Iwasan mo ang kanilang nag-aalab na sipa, ang kanilang matitinding sampal. Makinig ka naman sa akin aking ina. Pakinggan mo ako kahit isang saglit. Itigil mo na ang pagiging martir mo para sa mga anak mo, Salbahe ang mga anak mong ‘yan. Salbahe sila! Salbahe sila! Pukawin mo ang iyong kabaitan sa iyong namamagang kalooban, mamulat ka sa katotohanang silay purong masasama. Ituon mo na lamang ang atensyon mo sa aming mga anak mong may concerns pa sa iyo .kami na lamang ang mahalin mo. Dahil ang mga kapatid kong hunyango, makakasarili,mayayabang at ubod ng kasamaan ay walang puwang sa mundong ito. Wala silang kwenta ina! Wala! Makiramdam ka sa bawat bulong ng aking puso, wag kang magmatigas. Labanan mo sila, sila ang nagpapahirap sa iyo, sila ang nagpapabigat sa iyo ng husto sa iyong kalooban!Gusto kitang ipagtanggol sa kanila ngunit wala akong magawa dahil iniyapos ako ng limot.

Ipinagsawalang-bahala na lamang nila ako bilang isang magiting na kapatid. Gusto kitang yakapin ng mahigpit, punasan ang mga dugong bumubulwak sa iyong ulo, ipagtanggol sa kanila. Ngunit pinili mong mapag-isa. Ang sabi mo noon kakayanin mo pa. ina ko, awing-awa na ako sa iyo. Laspag ka na, at puro bahid na ng kahihiyan at dugo ang iyong katawan.Kaguluhan. Karahasan. Nakawan. Bangayan. Dumi.Porque de lagrimar a sangre, de grito a agonia. A destruido tu vida mi madre.(why tears turn to blood. From scream to agony. Still, they have ruin your life mo beloved mother.)But I know that you can all surpass your trials. Just be strong and don’t run of it. Face them that you can. Don’t let them ruin your life in their hands.

Pasumandaling katahimikan.

Ina ko, tumayo ka. Lumaban ka, alam kong kaya mo pa. Alam kong aahon ka. Alam kong babangon muli ang masagana mong pamumuhay. Manalig ka lang sa Kaniya.Tumayo ka, punasan mo ang dugong tumutulo sa iyong ulo, hawiin mo ang iyong nagulong buhok. Ayusin mo ang iyong sarili, Punasan mo ang iyong mga luha. Bumangon ka ina ko. Alam kong kaya mo pa, magtiwala ka. Aahon ka din muli. Mahal na mahal kita aking Ina, mahal na mahal kita aking Pilipinas.Sa ngalan ng Ama, ng Anak, ng espiritu-santo. Amen…

sulat-tamad...

Matagal-tagal na rin akong nakatitig sa monitor ko…walang kakurap-kurap ang mga mata….malalim ang iniisip…nasa ibabaw ng keyboard ang mga daliri…nakahandang tumipa sa sandaling makaisip kung ano ang maisusulat! Alam n’yo kase, kanina ko pa gustong magsulat pero hindi ko magawa dahil litong-lito ang isipan ko. Ewan ko ba, iilan pa nga lang article ang naisusulat ko pero hindi ko na agad alam kung ano pang kasunod na isusulat ko!

Makakaisip ako ng topic, magta-type ng ilang sentences tapos titigil na at wala nang maisunod….ganun ng ganun! Maiinis sa sarili, tititig sa monitor at babasahin ang ilang sentences na naisulat…iiling…maniningkit ang mga mata at mangangatal ang baba…gusto kong basagin ang keyboard at monitor ko! Ano ba ‘tong mga pinagta-type ko….erase….erase….erase!Ganito ba talaga ang pagsusulat? Kung minsan ang dami-daming idea ang sabay-sabay na pumapasok sa isipan ko…habang nagtatrabaho ako…habang nasa kubeta ako….habang kumakain ako…..iba-ibang topic na pwedeng isulat ang unti-unting pumupuno sa ulo ko. Pag medyo nararamdaman kong parang aawas na sa butas ng ilong at dalawang tenga ko, porma agad ako sa harap ng PC at buong-giting na magsisimulang tumipa ng mga letra sa keyboard…..tak tak takatak tak takatak tak……tapos ‘yun na! Inatake na ako ng pagkalito….esep-esep…alin ba ang uunahin kong isulat? Bakit naman kase sabay-sabay kung pumasok sa isipan ko ang mga idea tapos pag sinusulat ko na tila nahihiya namang magsilabas!Ewan ko ba naman kung anong masamang espiritu ang sumapi sa akin minsan at naisipan kong magsulat.

Hayun, may ilang nakisakay sa kalokohan ko, binola-bola ako at siyempre nagpabola naman ako. Alam nyo naman ang nature ng tao, they are willing to believe everything you say as long as it is a compliment. Ayan tuloy, parang laging may tinig akong naririnig na nagsasabing, “hoy, nasaan na ang article mo. Nilalangaw na ang last submission mo. At pwede ba, magsubmit ka naman ng article na may sense.”Aba, at naghanap pa ng may sense! Eto nga’t kahit ‘yung walang kasense-sense eh hirap na hirap akong makabuo ‘yun pa kaya! Hay naku, bahala na! Basta magsa-submit ako….kung langawin eh di langawin anong magagawa ko…tutal sanay naman ako sa ganun!. Anyways, next time na lang ako magsa-submit ng article na may kwenta…kung makakasulat pa ako. Kung hindi na, siguro last na ito...kung makakatiis ako!

Martes, Pebrero 12, 2008

fashionista fads?

Sa megamall.

Palagi ako dumaraan dito papunta sa work.
Ito kasi ang route ko maliban na lamang kung bababa ako ng Shangri-la at lalakad sa likod patungo sa San Miguel Avenue sa Ortigas.
Imagine ang almost 500 meters kong nilalakad, pero ok lang marami naman akong nakakasabay maglakad patungo sa tektite.
Bale sa Antel Building talaga ang workplace ko, pero kung sumasasakay ako ng FX sa tektite ang route ko.
Alam mo yong footbridge mula starmall? May mga nagtitinda doon ng puto at mga kakanin, doon ako bumibili ng breakfast ko ‘pag din a ako nakakapagbreakfast kasi late na or hinahabol ko yong oras. Sabi ko nga ayoko ng nalalate, hassle yon para sa akin dapat quick talaga.

One month na ako dito sa kompanyang pinagtatrabahuhan ko. Ok naman dito besides feeling ko kelangan ko talaga i-share yong talents and abilities ko.(nagyabang eh).

On my way.

Kadalasan may nakaksalubong akong mga fashionista fads. May emo, goth, hiphop, funky, at kung anu-ano pang mga anik-anik sa katawan nila. Pero napaisip ako sa isang banda kung ano kaya ang kaibahan ng goth at emo?

I'm thinking Goth Fashion is inspired by the rococo era of 18th-century france intertwined with death. (deathly makeup mixed with the ruffles et al and whatnots) It's actually amusing to see them gather in droves but the ratio of 'what actually looks good' versus the 'what looks horrible' is just too mortifying... it's like 1 in a hundred. I've seen my share of pretty goth chicks and you'll be surprised at how awesome they look. One of my friends had once said: "You don't have to wear black to be Goth." So I'm suddenly thinking it's some sort of mindset or philosophy. Personally, I think it's just fashion-sense and taste in music. Goth Music tends to romanticize death and the like... I've heard some refer to the Wiccan culture as well. They have an other-wordly quality in the music which veers to the melancholic and the dark. Like the BGM of some horror flick in which some vampire silently prowls and stalks its prey. A lot of 'make love with death' and other eerily grotesque word choices usually make up the lyrics. Most make do with their quality of sound.

The Emo culture seems to be the result of the evolution (devolution?) of the punk scene with the fixation (and dependence/overuse) of loser lyrics. Tragically, they are starting to coin this term on poets and the like as well. They have their own odd (but currently acceptable) fashion sense. I don't know where this started from. Tight shirts (or pambahay I guess), pencil cut-female tight pants, black eyeshadow, lipstick and nail-polish (borrowed from the Goths) and the funny one-side hair style. I used to like being referred to as an emo-kid at one point, but then, the zombie jolog droves started gaining more and more followers and sadly, the ratio of the 'it looks good' from the 'it looks bad' suddenly turned for the worse. Emos are usually known to have suicidal tendencies (even if it's only make believe) justified by rejection, dissatisfaction, oppression, heartbreak etc... etc... Their lyrics appeal to the many as not a lot of people are gifted with happiness or a gift of pursuing happiness. They relate and often feel like, "Hey, I know the feeling." Lyrically, I like them better than the goths because of the mainstream approach to things. I told one of my Emo friends this: "You don't have to have a stupid haircut to be Emo." It could be a philosophy to them or the lot of them are just jumping the bandwagon and following the trend. The most common meaning to Emo seems to come from the word "Emotional". However, aren't all songs emotional in their own way?

Don't you just hate people adding sub-genres to sub-genres of genres? They used to be called Grunge or Alternative way back... and then Emo and them ScrEmo or Hardcore Emo or Mainstream or whatever.Then they all complain that they are being "labeled". Oh well...do I have to give a damn then?

Lunes, Pebrero 11, 2008

TOP TEN JANUARY 25 2008

This was a hilarious Top Ten, and waaay too many entries to waste! So I’m so relieved to give you some of the other entries, especially the “naughtier” ones.
January 25, 2008 - The Top Ten Dumbest Thing You’ve Ever Heard Anyone Say
=YnaKi - An Eat Bulaga contestant was asked by Joey and Vic: “Ano sa Tagalog ang grasshopper?” Contestant: “Ahmm. . .Huling Hapunan?”
=Idlepsych - It was an ex-PBB housemate (1st batch) who said this: “Big Brother, ginagawa po nila ako laughing stuff…”
=Myckle Mouse - In Wowowee, the question was: “Kung ang ’sigaw’ ay ’shout’ sa Inggles, ano naman sa Tagalog ang ‘whisper’?” The contestant answered: “Napkin!”
=Dongster - While watchng the news yesterday about a kid killed by a bulldozer, our maid commented: “Kaya ayoko mag-alaga ng aso eh…”
=No name - My friend and I were walking up the stairs of our schools new bldg. She said out of nowhere: “Imagine mo kung di ginawa ‘tong bldg, umaakyat tayo sa hangin?”
=Ker - My cousin at a DRIVE-THRU: “Miss, puwedeng take out?”
=Loipogi - Nadia Montenegro promoting her movie: “Please watch ‘The Life Story of Julie Vega’, opening na po on the twenty-twoth of November.”
=Frederique - In a burger joint I heard a man say: “Miss, isa ngang ‘amusing’ aloha at saka ‘kidney’ meal.” Server: “Dine in po ba or to go?” The man answered: “Ayoko ng sago!”
=No name - I was making cookies at home when I ran out of cookie sheets, so I called our maid and said: “Manang bili ka nga ng cookie sheet.” And she replied: “Ano po, solo o litro?” (coke is it)
=Marissa - My friend said: “Ang galing ‘no, yung Ash Wednesday last year , Miyerkules din pumatak!”
=Jasmin - A non-Christian vendor selling a Last Supper painting: “Ma’am bili po kayo ng frame, maganda po ito, ‘Hesus and Company.”
=No name - While watching “Apollo 13″, after she heard the line: “Houston, we have a problem.” =My ex-girlfriend asked: “Sino si Houston?”
=Dukeman - My aunt was going to the US for the 1st time. She told us: “Nagpapabili ang tita niyo ng ‘autistic’ guitar. Saan ba nakakabili nun?”
=No name - We were marketing for an org event, when one of my orgmates wanted to clear the definition of the types of sponsors (Major, Minor, Patron, etc.) So she asked her grandma: “Lola, anong mas mataas sa Patron?” Her lola replied: “Patron? Eh di Shell!”
=Ardiepot - Also in a gameshow. Host: “Ano sa Tagalog ang ‘teeth’?” Contestant: “Utong!”
=Missy Ricat - I once heard an emcee say: “Let’s give her a warm of applause!”
=Epoy - One classmate in highschool said, “Ang cute naman ng sintas mo, luminou!” I corrected him and said, “luminous!” Then he replied, “Oo nga pala, plural!”
=No name - Barker ng bus: Ah Cubao, Cubao, Cubao, Cubao, Cubao, Cubao, Cubao, Cubao, Cubao, Cubao!!!” Pasahero: “Boss, Cubao?”
=Jen - Sa isang gameshow, tinanong ng host: “Anong ‘P’ ang Tagalog ng ’storey’ o ‘floor’ ng building?” Contestan: “PIP PLOR!”
=No name - An officemate of ours told us a story about driving alone in her car: “Alam niyo, pag nag-iisa ako, feeling ko…wala akong kasama…”
=Rome - I had a customer on the line who had a password on his account. I asked for the password but he forgot. I gave him a clue: “It’s a 4-digit number.” He answered, “Uhm…’ROCKY’?”
=Slowbyslow - I overheard a lady place an order at Starbucks: “One cup of chino please.”
=Eve - An officemate once asked: “Saan sa Quezon City ang Mandaluyong?”
=Asht - I had a meeting with a friend and I noticed that both of us were wearing stripes. He suddenly blurted out: “Uy, stripes din! It’s the color of the day!”
=Ruby - My sister said of our neighbor who was our arch enemy: “Mamatay na sana kapitbahay natin!” I told her not to say that, coz it might bounce back to us. Then she said, “Ah ganun ba yun? In that case, mamatay na sana tayo!”
=No name - When I saw that I got a missed call, I said, “Hey, I got a missed call!” My friend said, “Anong sabi?”
=Jonalou22 - From the gameshow “The Weakest Link”. Host Edu Manzano asked: “Anong ‘T’ ang ibinibigay ng konduktor pag nagbayad ka ng pamasahe sa bus?” Ian Veneracion answered: “TUKLI!”
=Joeygirl - We were reviewing for an exam and we were already dead tired. A classmate said, “Hala, brownout!” Pagtingin namin, nakapikit pala siya.
=Eliteblood - A call center agent told a foreign customer regarding the changing of the due date of her credit card: “Ma’am, I already changed your monthly period.”
=Draco’s Biatch - A home economics teacher asked us: “How do you make wet floor and tow duff?” Translation: “How do you make wheat flour and tough dough”.
=Kate Molds - During a shower party for my friend, the married women were giving tips on the do’s & dont’s of sexual intercourse, when the bride asked: “Hindi ba kasama yung betlog sa pinapasok?”
=Loi Pogi - Melanie Marquez: “Ang tatay ko lang ang only living legend na buhay pa.”


acknowledgement:
top ten (january 25) of Monster Radio RX 93.1
hosted by chico and delamar

love ko 'to...

Sometimes the best things come from the worst situations. Dip me in cheddar and call me cheesy, but I really do believe that heartbreaks are like a chisel, that chips off pieces of us here and there, shaping and molding us until we reach our final form, the one we were intended to be.


Lines from Chico Garcia’s blog. Perhaps he may had said so, because heartaches teach us how to face new challenges ahead. Love could be sometimes pathetic but what more important is how had you conquer all those odds for you to be strong enough. Just think positive never be a coward.

Love needs to be unfair just to be fair...
-disclaimer

Miyerkules, Pebrero 6, 2008

roadtrip to hell?

I have been blogging for quite time long ago. It has been four years since I immunized my self with blogging. And it has been my passion to post something for me to read or by anybody else. I envy those bloggers who post every time they want having a spare time, the fact that I cant do so because I am much busy with my work and office stuffs. So since Ive got yet my free time, let’s do a brainstorming…

I will tell you how was my roadtrip going in our office.
First thing in the morning, I usually wake up as early as 5 o’clock
while john is still lying in bed, by the way he doesn’t want to wake up as early as that.
Then I prepare our breakfast, and take a bath.
6 o’clock in the morning must I leave the pad for such time. I don’t want to stuck on traffic anyway. And I don’t want traffic ruin my temper, its not a good idea for some thought.
I always look for an FX going straight to Ortigas business center for I not to walk that almost-half-kilometer-walk from shaw boulevard to Julia Vargas avenue. Oh it seems like a trip to hell because when I get arrived to our office I am always exhausted because of that heck walk. Grrkk… nobody is to blame anyway.

Martes, Pebrero 5, 2008

toxicity...

I went out from my pad just late 6 0’clock this morning. I rode a jeep going to robinson ortigas, I thought its easy for me having that “akalang-shortcut” to get to ortigas but to my damn stupidity it was not easy as I thought. It took me a half hour to wait because that jeepney had to wait passengers somewhere in ugong pasig. And then another half hour for me to walk from robinson to antel building where I am working. So I feel exhausted and tired. Now I have learned my lesson… never deceive to ride a jeep says ROBINSON ORTIGAS.

I got off here in here with nobody except I.

Oh by the way I have seen two children near to robinson’s entrance gate lying and seem begging for some help. Sorry for them I don’t have bucks to give, I only have 20 bucks here in my pocket.

“hangga’t buhay ang diwa sa iyong kaloob-looban, hanggang naniniwala ka, magkakaroon ka ng sapat na lakas upang makayanan mong mabuhay dito sa mundo. At ito ang katatandaan mo, huwag na huwag kang magpapalamon. Mabubulok ka lang sa sistema, darating din ang rebolusyon”

Nabasa ko sa ad ng google. Clinick ko, tagline pala sa peyups. Yun yong website ng UP. Matagal na akong bumibisita doon, may ilang kaibigan din kasi akong nagsusulat doon. Hindi ko pa nababasa yong buong artikulo na nagpop-up sa pc ko pero mamaya ko na lang siguro basahin kasi may gagawin pa ako. Sa tingin ko mga tibak yong gumawa ng artikulong yon.O sya ‘till next time,ciao!

Lunes, Pebrero 4, 2008

moving in...

Last saturday totally move-in na talaga ako, mula diliman papunta sa bagong lungga ko…ang pasig. Doon kasi nakaboard si john kaya sinamahan ko na sya at mas mura yong pamasahe compare sa nagagastos ko sa diliman. At isa pa mas malapit pa.

Saturday afternoon pumunta kami ng market para mamalengke at bumili ng mga grocery na magagamit namin for this week. Naglinis na rin kami ng buong “pad” kasi medyo maalikabok pa,painted ng white yong wall tapos may halong pink na bumagay naman sa kulay ng ceilng so medyo parang nakakrelax ang ambiance nya, lalo pa’t pagod kami pareho pagkagaling naming sa trabaho.

Linggo. Late na kami pareho nagising kasi nagkwentuhan pa kami magdamag, kulang na nga lang ay alak at pulutan para jamming ang drama naming pareho eh. Since may mga utensils na kami, nagluto na rin ako for our breakfast. Tapos sya yong naglinis ng labas ng pad at ako naman ay naglaba. Pero tinulungan nya din ako later on.
Sa pad namin natuto kami pareho na maging independent, far from we have been used to. Natututo kami magluto, maglaba, gumising ng maaga at maglinis. Our responsibilities is ourselves.