try natin i-visualize what i mean. hmm… masubukan nga mag add ng picture… (so naghanap ako ng picture sa google images, under the keywords “fish” and “catch”, and eto ang napili ko…)
seize the day
seize diem!
hulihin sila! masmaganda kasi pakinggan. carpe kasi parang isda. so pag pakinggan, parang “isda sila”. pasensya na, nagloloko lang ako. carpe diem! in english, seize the day. in jik’s twisted inglish, (this)’is the day. don’t misinterpret as cease the day. itigil ang araw. napaka nonsense noh. hulihin!
try natin i-visualize what i mean. hmm… masubukan nga mag add ng picture… (so naghanap ako ng picture sa google images, under the keywords “fish” and “catch”, and eto ang napili ko…)
try natin i-visualize what i mean. hmm… masubukan nga mag add ng picture… (so naghanap ako ng picture sa google images, under the keywords “fish” and “catch”, and eto ang napili ko…)
what friendster is good for
i’m back. it’s 7:30pm. just finished my rounds. on one new referral. one. just one. and i am already tired. i still have another new one, but… i’m tired. just tired. tomorrow na lang. medyo kanina ko pa gusto mag type. kaninang 5:30pm. kaso, it’s complicated.
kwento ko na lang as simple as possible. layman’s terms. dito sa office, limited ang websites na pwede bisitahin. dito sa office. naka block ang friendster. pero eto ako, nasa friendster! pano nangyari yun? pumunta ako sa isang website, na kung tawagin ay “proxy” site. sabihin ko pa ba? wag na lang, tanongin nyo na lang ako personally anong site yun. eto na lang suggestion ko, search nyo sa google or yahoo search ang terms na “proxy” and “website”. marami kasi pwedeng gamitin dun. in short, nabibisita ko ang friendster kahit naka block sya sa network namin. bakit kasi. hindi naman masama.
kung napansin nyo, kung lang naman, hindi ako masyado nag e-entry sa blog ko. kasi naman. masyadong public. it is too defining. pinipintura ko na pala ang aking sarili. kakanchawan nanaman ako. kaya tuloy, hindi ako masyado makapagbanggit ng mga pangalan. haha…
kaya ang solusyon ko, meron ako bagong blog space. somewhere in outer space. hindi sa myspace or facebook. at syempre, may alias. untraceable almost. pero, purpose kasi nun ay. ang purpose kasi nun ay. nakalimutan ko na rin. kaya yun, wala ako malagay dun. defeats the whole purpose. di bale, pag may naisip na akong ilagay dun. sobrang galing na ang makakahanap ng page ko na yun at ma-identify na akin yun.
in 2002 (tama ba?), i joined friendster. why? meron kasi akong gustong hanapin na tao. nahanap ko lang sya ng 2005. actually nasa friends list ko na sya. pati ung dalawa. buti na lang parang hindi na sila masyadong active. wala lang. nahanap ko na. pag may hinahanap ako na tao, hinahanap ko sa friendster. so far, meron lang ako isang tao na hindi mahanap, gamit ang friendster, google, yahoo, pipl, facebook, myspace… dalawa pala. either marunong sila na itago ang identity nila sa internet, which is good actually, or hindi talaga sila nag iinternet. which is bad actually.
i tried googling for my name in the internet. ayun. nakakainis. i’m a public figure already. may picture pa. may video pa. although wala ung mukha ko sa video. (jay, pakiusap, alisin mo sa youtube, kahit yung pangalan ko lang). si jay, matalik kong kaibigan, nag unsubscribe sa friendster. distraction daw kasi. whatever. ngayon, pag nag search ka ng jay lim sa net, nako. marami syang kapangalan. buti pa sya. no identity sa net. e ako, search mo lang nasa top ten list na. paano pa ako tatago sa fbi at cia nyan. it’s my private life we’re talking here! ang arte.
kelangan talaga identity conscious ka sa internet. kung hindi, mahahanap kita, malalaman ko details ng buhay mo. e ano paki ko sa details ng buhay mo. sinilip ko lang naman mga pictures mo. nakita ko na buong pamilya mo, mga kaibigan mo, kung san ka na nakapunta. mukha na tuloy ako stalker! background check lang.
… si ano pala, sikat na na singer! hilig pala nya ang…
… aba, nagbakasyon sa europe! sniff… nakakamiss…
… hmm… nag asawa na pala… sad. but happy din…
… uuy, ang dali naman nito contakin… may number!
yung iba, akala nila safe na sila sa “private” mode ng profile nila. akala ko rin. naisip ko ng isang araw, meron siguro naka isip din ng way around that system. tama nga, meron. kasi hindi ko makita yung private profile ng crush ko. hehe. in short, nakita ko rin yung pictures ng crush ko.
may bonus pa. pwede ko na rin sya macontact. hanggang pwede na lang. pero hindi ko rin gagawin. hawak ko e-mail address nya. hindi lang yun. may isang celphone number rin ako nakita. yun nga lang, hindi ko alam kung sa kanya yun. paano kasi, accidentally ko napansin na ung filename ng isang picture nya ay celphone number. accidentally talaga. coincidence nga naman. it’s a sign! naks. hindi rin. i need more proof than that. want pala. hmm… ayaw ko rin i-text. it destroys the natural process. haha! leave it to chance. pinipigilan ko lang sarili ko. (torpe). e kung gustuhin ko ba e.
sana mag update pa sya ng pictures. sayang, pictures lang pwede ko silipin, yun lang yung powers ng website na ginagamit ko. siguro kung talagang sipagin ako makakahanap din ako ng ibang hack.
so ano ang gamit ng friendster? background check. pang remind ng mukha ng crush mo. kung minsan, pang check din ng mga sumisilip sa account mo. who’s viewed me? yung iba, gawain nila, pang collect ng mga magagandang “friends”, na lalaki pala may ari ng account…
uwi na ako, 8:30pm na. next episode ko na lang ikwento pano baguhin yung picture na mag mukhang artista. kagaya ni geo, kamukha nya si tom cruise. yung isang picture ko, hawig si brad pitt.
nabasa ko pala yung recent blog ko… last may… haay. brings back the feelings… tama na nga.
kwento ko na lang as simple as possible. layman’s terms. dito sa office, limited ang websites na pwede bisitahin. dito sa office. naka block ang friendster. pero eto ako, nasa friendster! pano nangyari yun? pumunta ako sa isang website, na kung tawagin ay “proxy” site. sabihin ko pa ba? wag na lang, tanongin nyo na lang ako personally anong site yun. eto na lang suggestion ko, search nyo sa google or yahoo search ang terms na “proxy” and “website”. marami kasi pwedeng gamitin dun. in short, nabibisita ko ang friendster kahit naka block sya sa network namin. bakit kasi. hindi naman masama.
kung napansin nyo, kung lang naman, hindi ako masyado nag e-entry sa blog ko. kasi naman. masyadong public. it is too defining. pinipintura ko na pala ang aking sarili. kakanchawan nanaman ako. kaya tuloy, hindi ako masyado makapagbanggit ng mga pangalan. haha…
kaya ang solusyon ko, meron ako bagong blog space. somewhere in outer space. hindi sa myspace or facebook. at syempre, may alias. untraceable almost. pero, purpose kasi nun ay. ang purpose kasi nun ay. nakalimutan ko na rin. kaya yun, wala ako malagay dun. defeats the whole purpose. di bale, pag may naisip na akong ilagay dun. sobrang galing na ang makakahanap ng page ko na yun at ma-identify na akin yun.
in 2002 (tama ba?), i joined friendster. why? meron kasi akong gustong hanapin na tao. nahanap ko lang sya ng 2005. actually nasa friends list ko na sya. pati ung dalawa. buti na lang parang hindi na sila masyadong active. wala lang. nahanap ko na. pag may hinahanap ako na tao, hinahanap ko sa friendster. so far, meron lang ako isang tao na hindi mahanap, gamit ang friendster, google, yahoo, pipl, facebook, myspace… dalawa pala. either marunong sila na itago ang identity nila sa internet, which is good actually, or hindi talaga sila nag iinternet. which is bad actually.
i tried googling for my name in the internet. ayun. nakakainis. i’m a public figure already. may picture pa. may video pa. although wala ung mukha ko sa video. (jay, pakiusap, alisin mo sa youtube, kahit yung pangalan ko lang). si jay, matalik kong kaibigan, nag unsubscribe sa friendster. distraction daw kasi. whatever. ngayon, pag nag search ka ng jay lim sa net, nako. marami syang kapangalan. buti pa sya. no identity sa net. e ako, search mo lang nasa top ten list na. paano pa ako tatago sa fbi at cia nyan. it’s my private life we’re talking here! ang arte.
kelangan talaga identity conscious ka sa internet. kung hindi, mahahanap kita, malalaman ko details ng buhay mo. e ano paki ko sa details ng buhay mo. sinilip ko lang naman mga pictures mo. nakita ko na buong pamilya mo, mga kaibigan mo, kung san ka na nakapunta. mukha na tuloy ako stalker! background check lang.
… si ano pala, sikat na na singer! hilig pala nya ang…
… aba, nagbakasyon sa europe! sniff… nakakamiss…
… hmm… nag asawa na pala… sad. but happy din…
… uuy, ang dali naman nito contakin… may number!
yung iba, akala nila safe na sila sa “private” mode ng profile nila. akala ko rin. naisip ko ng isang araw, meron siguro naka isip din ng way around that system. tama nga, meron. kasi hindi ko makita yung private profile ng crush ko. hehe. in short, nakita ko rin yung pictures ng crush ko.
may bonus pa. pwede ko na rin sya macontact. hanggang pwede na lang. pero hindi ko rin gagawin. hawak ko e-mail address nya. hindi lang yun. may isang celphone number rin ako nakita. yun nga lang, hindi ko alam kung sa kanya yun. paano kasi, accidentally ko napansin na ung filename ng isang picture nya ay celphone number. accidentally talaga. coincidence nga naman. it’s a sign! naks. hindi rin. i need more proof than that. want pala. hmm… ayaw ko rin i-text. it destroys the natural process. haha! leave it to chance. pinipigilan ko lang sarili ko. (torpe). e kung gustuhin ko ba e.
sana mag update pa sya ng pictures. sayang, pictures lang pwede ko silipin, yun lang yung powers ng website na ginagamit ko. siguro kung talagang sipagin ako makakahanap din ako ng ibang hack.
so ano ang gamit ng friendster? background check. pang remind ng mukha ng crush mo. kung minsan, pang check din ng mga sumisilip sa account mo. who’s viewed me? yung iba, gawain nila, pang collect ng mga magagandang “friends”, na lalaki pala may ari ng account…
uwi na ako, 8:30pm na. next episode ko na lang ikwento pano baguhin yung picture na mag mukhang artista. kagaya ni geo, kamukha nya si tom cruise. yung isang picture ko, hawig si brad pitt.
nabasa ko pala yung recent blog ko… last may… haay. brings back the feelings… tama na nga.
kfc: the perfect chicken
ang sarap ng kfc! finger lickin’ good! i think they have perfected the fried chicken. this is the chicken to beat.
sinasabi ko lang yan dahil yun ang hinahanap hanap ko for this season. sarap e.
sa sobrang sarap, kahit pangit service nila, willing to wait ako.
sarap ng breast part, hot and crispy.
pag kumakain ako ng chicken, i can’t help but compare it with kfc.
pag kumakain ako sa ibang restaurant, i can’t help but compare kung ginasto ko na lang ung pera ko sa kfc. 75 pesos lang, may 1 piece chicken meal na ako. takam na takam na ako….
oo, medyo mabagal service nila. kainis nga e. minsan, yung ibang branch may di kanais-nais na amoy. not to mention, ang haba ng pila. meron pa nga balita noon na kung ano-ano, poorly cooked chicken, may ipis sa food, daga (na naluto kasama sa mga chicken…), pati pa nga daliri.
yuck.
yuck talaga.
pero sa akin lang, it’s worth to take the risk. sarap ng chicken e. ganun kasarap.
ng minsan, e nagpadeliver kami. nagspecify ako, breast part. aba, dumating, hindi breast part… inaway ko sila. pinapalitan ko. after 2 hours pa ako nakakain. at least, diba, nakakain ako ng hot and crispy chicken. sarap. sana wag na maulit ang ganung service.
nasubukan ko na rin ang ilang araw na sunod sunod na kfc ang kinain ko. burp. nagsawa rin ako after 3 or 4 days ata yun. pero, after a few days, hinahanap ko nanaman.
adik sa kfc. crisping-crispy kasi.
naalala ko pa ng unang bukas ng kfc sa baguio, sa center mall pa nun. punong puno lagi. ang init, hindi kinaya ng aircon. madaming uminit ang ulo. pero sige pa rin. tapos nag order kami ng kaibigan ko ng zinger. grabe. the best zinger in my memory. nasobrahan nila kasi ng anghang. ganun dapat ang zinger. napaiyak kami. syempre, kakasimula pa lang ng mga crew noon, kaya nasobrahan ang timpla. na-enjoy ko ung ‘mistake’ nila. hinahanap ko ung ganong anghang. yung tipong pagkagat ko ng zinger, pula ung chicken, hindi dahil sa dugo, kundi dahil sa spice. pinawisan talaga ako.
75 pesos. sulit. busog. yung 2 piece chicken naman, 119 pesos ata. pero hindi ko na inoorder. mas gusto ko i-order, dalawang 1 piece chicken. bakit? para parehong breast part. tapos dalawang drinks and rice na yun. mas sulit. kesa naman 119 nga, hindi naman pwede dalawang breast, isa lang drink, tapos isa lang rice. bitin na bitin. sa 75 x 2 = 150, ayos. solved.
naperfect na nila ang manok.
kung tatanongin nyo ako, kain tayo sa labas, alam nyo na. madali lang naman ako kausap e. sa birthday ko… tuwing duty ko… minsan, sa lunch… dinner… no need to ask. sasabihin ko naman kung sawa na ako e.
ewan ko nga ba, na-associate ko naman yung kfc sa crush ko. speaking of which, nakakamiss na sya. huhuhu. tama nga predictions ko.
chicken.
sinasabi ko lang yan dahil yun ang hinahanap hanap ko for this season. sarap e.
sa sobrang sarap, kahit pangit service nila, willing to wait ako.
sarap ng breast part, hot and crispy.
pag kumakain ako ng chicken, i can’t help but compare it with kfc.
pag kumakain ako sa ibang restaurant, i can’t help but compare kung ginasto ko na lang ung pera ko sa kfc. 75 pesos lang, may 1 piece chicken meal na ako. takam na takam na ako….
oo, medyo mabagal service nila. kainis nga e. minsan, yung ibang branch may di kanais-nais na amoy. not to mention, ang haba ng pila. meron pa nga balita noon na kung ano-ano, poorly cooked chicken, may ipis sa food, daga (na naluto kasama sa mga chicken…), pati pa nga daliri.
yuck.
yuck talaga.
pero sa akin lang, it’s worth to take the risk. sarap ng chicken e. ganun kasarap.
ng minsan, e nagpadeliver kami. nagspecify ako, breast part. aba, dumating, hindi breast part… inaway ko sila. pinapalitan ko. after 2 hours pa ako nakakain. at least, diba, nakakain ako ng hot and crispy chicken. sarap. sana wag na maulit ang ganung service.
nasubukan ko na rin ang ilang araw na sunod sunod na kfc ang kinain ko. burp. nagsawa rin ako after 3 or 4 days ata yun. pero, after a few days, hinahanap ko nanaman.
adik sa kfc. crisping-crispy kasi.
naalala ko pa ng unang bukas ng kfc sa baguio, sa center mall pa nun. punong puno lagi. ang init, hindi kinaya ng aircon. madaming uminit ang ulo. pero sige pa rin. tapos nag order kami ng kaibigan ko ng zinger. grabe. the best zinger in my memory. nasobrahan nila kasi ng anghang. ganun dapat ang zinger. napaiyak kami. syempre, kakasimula pa lang ng mga crew noon, kaya nasobrahan ang timpla. na-enjoy ko ung ‘mistake’ nila. hinahanap ko ung ganong anghang. yung tipong pagkagat ko ng zinger, pula ung chicken, hindi dahil sa dugo, kundi dahil sa spice. pinawisan talaga ako.
75 pesos. sulit. busog. yung 2 piece chicken naman, 119 pesos ata. pero hindi ko na inoorder. mas gusto ko i-order, dalawang 1 piece chicken. bakit? para parehong breast part. tapos dalawang drinks and rice na yun. mas sulit. kesa naman 119 nga, hindi naman pwede dalawang breast, isa lang drink, tapos isa lang rice. bitin na bitin. sa 75 x 2 = 150, ayos. solved.
naperfect na nila ang manok.
kung tatanongin nyo ako, kain tayo sa labas, alam nyo na. madali lang naman ako kausap e. sa birthday ko… tuwing duty ko… minsan, sa lunch… dinner… no need to ask. sasabihin ko naman kung sawa na ako e.
ewan ko nga ba, na-associate ko naman yung kfc sa crush ko. speaking of which, nakakamiss na sya. huhuhu. tama nga predictions ko.
chicken.
harima days
you loved her, and yet you said nothing. and she never might have really known.
you knew, this is how it’s going to end. from the beginning.
just as you thought it would end. nothing happening.
you are so caught up in that prison of yours you call your home.
comfortable as it seems, you are a prisoner nonetheless. the funny thing is, you never thought of it as a prison. which is actually true.
you were never one to be imprisoned by your emotions and by the stereotypical actions. you were always unpredictable at most.
just as you predicted, you saw her one last time. a glimpse. you smiled at her, she smiled back. and you knew, maybe, that was the last time you would see her. or for the longest time. ah, that small glimpse of
hopeless hope, a dying ember actually. and you know it. yes, it has been imprinted.
and it does not surprise you, that evening, the half-moon shone. that is how your story went. just as you predicted.
and you keep on telling yourself, what a predictable story, what a predictable ending. if it is the end. you wouldn’t admit it is the end.
the end for that matter. ah, the coincidences.
it is an endless cycle. this is not the first time that happened. that is why it does not hurt as much. this time, there were four in the list. even if only the first mattered, seeing the other three somehow lightened up your
day. somehow. but it wouldnt be the same, would it. you know how it all comes to pass.
maybe, that’s why you have mastered the art of concealment. that’s why nobody knows what truly is in that head of yours. much less that heart of yours. and that’s why you have this prevailing theory that it is this why others get curious of your not-so-common personality.
during these times, you are faced up against a wall. it’s nothing really. a wall made up of nothing. just a wall. you feel like you are going nowhere. and somehow, you have learned to accept it. or maybe, just wait. or maybe, with the least worry. you are not going anywhere after all. you just can’t make the hands of time move any faster.
during these times, you tried to seek your own small space in the virtual world of onemanga. week after week, you waited for naruto, bleach, one piece, hunter x hunter. it took you an hour or two, less if the server was fast. it was your small piece of heaven. but it was not enough. it was not enough. you could relate, but not enough. adding law of ueki, claymore, and the latest, school rumble, still was not enough. sigh.
it’s like this. i was not happy. nobody understands, nobody cares. i mean, in that sort of way, the way that they could be of help. yeah, people really do care you know. in other words, no can be of much help. but it is not what bothers me. and so, i tried to come up with something self-satisfying.
something to amuse myself with. that is where manga fit in. and after you’ve read the more interesting ones, you still felt empty. that is why school rumble came in to the picture.
you’re currently stuck with school rumble, because the usual dose of shonen jump manga this week will not be available, the golden week or something. sigh. it’s because you haven’t reached reading up to the 250+ chapter. but you got bored reading the same thing, again and again. nothing really happens between harima and tenma. nothing really happens to anyone of them.
school rumble was hilarious at first. yes, the first 50 chapters. yes, even the next 50. maybe even the succeeding chapter. but it is too tiring.
nothing happens to their love lives. it kind of reminds me of reality.
nothing really happens. so i tried to peek at the most recent chapters.
so, i found out, nothing has really changed. harima still has yet to reveal his true feelings to tenma. tenma is still too thick headed.
sawachika and yakumo, still the same thing. so what, if tenma went to a far off place? and harima went back to his old self? i’ve already read that before. but it was funny once. i never had that fun for a long while.
reality check. life somehow is like that. some people go away. you miss them. you forget them. then someone comes, to repeat the whole cycle.
that does not mean i would stop reading manga. not at this time. while i still have nothing better to do.
yes, i will miss you. maybe, i will see you again. maybe not. i don’t even know why you crossed my life. maybe, i am part of someone else’s manga.
funny. very funny.
*in order to relate, you must at least have an idea of the manga, school rumble.
–> http://www.onemanga.com/school_rumble/
you knew, this is how it’s going to end. from the beginning.
just as you thought it would end. nothing happening.
you are so caught up in that prison of yours you call your home.
comfortable as it seems, you are a prisoner nonetheless. the funny thing is, you never thought of it as a prison. which is actually true.
you were never one to be imprisoned by your emotions and by the stereotypical actions. you were always unpredictable at most.
just as you predicted, you saw her one last time. a glimpse. you smiled at her, she smiled back. and you knew, maybe, that was the last time you would see her. or for the longest time. ah, that small glimpse of
hopeless hope, a dying ember actually. and you know it. yes, it has been imprinted.
and it does not surprise you, that evening, the half-moon shone. that is how your story went. just as you predicted.
and you keep on telling yourself, what a predictable story, what a predictable ending. if it is the end. you wouldn’t admit it is the end.
the end for that matter. ah, the coincidences.
it is an endless cycle. this is not the first time that happened. that is why it does not hurt as much. this time, there were four in the list. even if only the first mattered, seeing the other three somehow lightened up your
day. somehow. but it wouldnt be the same, would it. you know how it all comes to pass.
maybe, that’s why you have mastered the art of concealment. that’s why nobody knows what truly is in that head of yours. much less that heart of yours. and that’s why you have this prevailing theory that it is this why others get curious of your not-so-common personality.
during these times, you are faced up against a wall. it’s nothing really. a wall made up of nothing. just a wall. you feel like you are going nowhere. and somehow, you have learned to accept it. or maybe, just wait. or maybe, with the least worry. you are not going anywhere after all. you just can’t make the hands of time move any faster.
during these times, you tried to seek your own small space in the virtual world of onemanga. week after week, you waited for naruto, bleach, one piece, hunter x hunter. it took you an hour or two, less if the server was fast. it was your small piece of heaven. but it was not enough. it was not enough. you could relate, but not enough. adding law of ueki, claymore, and the latest, school rumble, still was not enough. sigh.
it’s like this. i was not happy. nobody understands, nobody cares. i mean, in that sort of way, the way that they could be of help. yeah, people really do care you know. in other words, no can be of much help. but it is not what bothers me. and so, i tried to come up with something self-satisfying.
something to amuse myself with. that is where manga fit in. and after you’ve read the more interesting ones, you still felt empty. that is why school rumble came in to the picture.
you’re currently stuck with school rumble, because the usual dose of shonen jump manga this week will not be available, the golden week or something. sigh. it’s because you haven’t reached reading up to the 250+ chapter. but you got bored reading the same thing, again and again. nothing really happens between harima and tenma. nothing really happens to anyone of them.
school rumble was hilarious at first. yes, the first 50 chapters. yes, even the next 50. maybe even the succeeding chapter. but it is too tiring.
nothing happens to their love lives. it kind of reminds me of reality.
nothing really happens. so i tried to peek at the most recent chapters.
so, i found out, nothing has really changed. harima still has yet to reveal his true feelings to tenma. tenma is still too thick headed.
sawachika and yakumo, still the same thing. so what, if tenma went to a far off place? and harima went back to his old self? i’ve already read that before. but it was funny once. i never had that fun for a long while.
reality check. life somehow is like that. some people go away. you miss them. you forget them. then someone comes, to repeat the whole cycle.
that does not mean i would stop reading manga. not at this time. while i still have nothing better to do.
yes, i will miss you. maybe, i will see you again. maybe not. i don’t even know why you crossed my life. maybe, i am part of someone else’s manga.
funny. very funny.
*in order to relate, you must at least have an idea of the manga, school rumble.
–> http://www.onemanga.com/school_rumble/
deep thoughts
i was reading law of ueki’s manga when this struck me:
it’s a full moon tonight. which reminds me…
no matter how beautiful, i just don’t have the means of capturing the moon.
ordinary cameras don’t work. you must at least have a 10x optical zoom.
at least 20,000 pesos.
what is stopping me?
it is not the fear of getting hurt or losing. i could be reckless with just a whim. and of all people, i am most frequently thought of as insensitive. what they don’t know is that i know more. it is just that i don’t show it. i hide pretty well. and why hide?
some say that i’m too deep. and most end up in surrender. nobody knows how deep. like i say to myself, they can keep on trying, no one is stopping them. i don’t need to. most likely they’ll fail. i cant even think of anyone who succeeded. just when they think they know me well, that’s when things start to change. again. if you really know me, just ignore the depth.
sometimes, i just know it. i would get this feeling i would see her that day. and it happens. gut feel. as far as i can remember, it always was that way with her. but i just can’t tell until when will i have this chance of seeing her. i wish i knew. but then again, what can i do, even if i did know.
in a few days, she will be gone. maybe, for a while, or maybe, never again to cross my path. the time and chances. yes, i remember. i will remember… and the sun will set for you… sometimes, goodbye’s the only way.
goodbye.
i never had the chance to greet you hello. most likely, i won’t have the chance to tell you goodbye. one thing i know, i will still see you one last time before you go, and that sweet smile of yours. in just a few days.
and the shadow of the day, will embrace the world in gray.
thanks, but no thanks to you, linkin park.
she is not the only one after all. she just happens to be the one right now.
in another segment of my brain:
come to think of it, i never mention about my sister. she knew me like a book. that’s one thing i miss about her. maybe some other time.
i’m sorry, ladies and gentlemen, for being so disorganized. but this is not for show.
i’m throwing out my frustrations and not calling them frustrations. and no, i am not suppressed. i have self-control, thank you. don’t you just like me!
yes, there is a side of me to like after all. i’m just not in the mood to show it. as i always see it, if you happen to like this side of me, despite its harshness, how much more if you see the good side. i tend to put my worst foot forward. if it works, so will will the other foot.
i’m tired. i’ll just wait.
throughout life, people only get a single chance to meet one another… sometimes this single moment could be more important than life itself.iv’e had my chances meeting her. i just never took the chance to know her. maybe, i will never have that chance again. sometimes i wish…
to meet again… is merely based on luck.
it’s a full moon tonight. which reminds me…
no matter how beautiful, i just don’t have the means of capturing the moon.
ordinary cameras don’t work. you must at least have a 10x optical zoom.
at least 20,000 pesos.
what is stopping me?
it is not the fear of getting hurt or losing. i could be reckless with just a whim. and of all people, i am most frequently thought of as insensitive. what they don’t know is that i know more. it is just that i don’t show it. i hide pretty well. and why hide?
some say that i’m too deep. and most end up in surrender. nobody knows how deep. like i say to myself, they can keep on trying, no one is stopping them. i don’t need to. most likely they’ll fail. i cant even think of anyone who succeeded. just when they think they know me well, that’s when things start to change. again. if you really know me, just ignore the depth.
sometimes, i just know it. i would get this feeling i would see her that day. and it happens. gut feel. as far as i can remember, it always was that way with her. but i just can’t tell until when will i have this chance of seeing her. i wish i knew. but then again, what can i do, even if i did know.
in a few days, she will be gone. maybe, for a while, or maybe, never again to cross my path. the time and chances. yes, i remember. i will remember… and the sun will set for you… sometimes, goodbye’s the only way.
goodbye.
i never had the chance to greet you hello. most likely, i won’t have the chance to tell you goodbye. one thing i know, i will still see you one last time before you go, and that sweet smile of yours. in just a few days.
and the shadow of the day, will embrace the world in gray.
thanks, but no thanks to you, linkin park.
she is not the only one after all. she just happens to be the one right now.
in another segment of my brain:
come to think of it, i never mention about my sister. she knew me like a book. that’s one thing i miss about her. maybe some other time.
i’m sorry, ladies and gentlemen, for being so disorganized. but this is not for show.
i’m throwing out my frustrations and not calling them frustrations. and no, i am not suppressed. i have self-control, thank you. don’t you just like me!
yes, there is a side of me to like after all. i’m just not in the mood to show it. as i always see it, if you happen to like this side of me, despite its harshness, how much more if you see the good side. i tend to put my worst foot forward. if it works, so will will the other foot.
i’m tired. i’ll just wait.
orange
as usual, the same old nonsense. hey, nordi, mas masaya naman eto kesa sa serious mood ko. buti naman at naalala mo pa kami dito.
so orange. yes, another color. nang college kami maraming kwento tungkol sa orange. kagaya ng babaeng orange ang pantalon. sumikat sya sa orange nyang pantalon. kasi parang favorite nya ata na pantalon yun. kaya ang tawag sa kanya ay….. orange girl. ah, naalala ko na ung tunay nyang pangalan. sa totoo lang, ung apilyedo lang. wag ko nalang babanggitin. kawawa naman sya. hindi naman sa nilalait ko sya sa pantalon nya, pero parang napaka-clueless kasi ata nya. malayo pa lang alam mo na sya na yun. makita mo lang sa bintana ng rizal building, kahit sa silang pa sya alam mo sya yun. at least mabait naman sya. ata. kasi hindi ko rin sya nakakausap (lalo na tungkol sa pantalon nya). medyo pangit pakinggan, pero ka-bio rin namin sya. haay, buhay kolehiyo. makulay.
napa isip tuloy ako. nang first year med ako, medyo weirdo pa ako nun. ata. naka tayo pa buhok ko nun. ginagaya ko kasi si vegeta. wala pa akong pakialam sa iba. biruin mo, naging doctor yun…. tapos isang araw, sabado yun, pwedeng mag civilian, akalain mo ba naman nagsuot ng orange over-alls. parang preso. ang tingkad sa mata. bright to the eyes. pasok sa auditorium, deretso sa likod. weirdo. naalala ko pa kung bakit ko sinuot yun. i dared myself. ayun. next time dont dare me, ok. (ok). kaya nyo yun? hindi pa uso ang ganung hairstyle noon. 2 years later pa. which reminds me, para nga pala si naruto no… hmmm… ako pala yung original. wala pang naruto nun. siguro pareho kaming wavelength ng mga hapon. yan ang nagagawa ng tao na walang magawa.
tapos yung orange na pagkain, which is obviously called ‘orange’. wala akong kwento dun. iba na lang.
orange and lemons meron pa. nung nasa davao ako bumili ako ng cd ng orange and lemons. bagong sikat pa lang nila. syempre, yung pirated version pa yun. tapos paulit ulit na pinatugtog sa cd player ni sherwin. sherwin, nasan ka na? musta na pards? …umuwi ka na baby…. pero ung si sherwin, mas trip nya si juris and chin. mymp umaga, tanghali, gabi. lagi kasi syang sawi sa pag-ibig. nahawa ata ako sa kanya. dinibdib namin ung mga songs. from love moves to tell me where it hurts. senting senti. hanggang ngayon nag-e-echo pa ung boses. nagutom tuloy ako, na-aasociate ko kasi sa space burger. moonyeen, di mo na ako ni-rereplyan a. patty, wala pa tayong nakakain na lobster…. naalala ko tuloy mga co-interns ko. reminiscing….
ang saya din ng mga araw na iyon.
isa pang mamimiss ko na orange: ung bus na saint rose na papuntang alabang… medyo late na kasi, tapos kelangan ko na umuwi. hindi na pala dumadaan sa harap ng ospital ang saint rose. bawal na ang provincial buses sa taft. haay.
sigh. bat ko nga ba naisip yung orange? hmm…. nakalimutan ko na.
so orange. yes, another color. nang college kami maraming kwento tungkol sa orange. kagaya ng babaeng orange ang pantalon. sumikat sya sa orange nyang pantalon. kasi parang favorite nya ata na pantalon yun. kaya ang tawag sa kanya ay….. orange girl. ah, naalala ko na ung tunay nyang pangalan. sa totoo lang, ung apilyedo lang. wag ko nalang babanggitin. kawawa naman sya. hindi naman sa nilalait ko sya sa pantalon nya, pero parang napaka-clueless kasi ata nya. malayo pa lang alam mo na sya na yun. makita mo lang sa bintana ng rizal building, kahit sa silang pa sya alam mo sya yun. at least mabait naman sya. ata. kasi hindi ko rin sya nakakausap (lalo na tungkol sa pantalon nya). medyo pangit pakinggan, pero ka-bio rin namin sya. haay, buhay kolehiyo. makulay.
napa isip tuloy ako. nang first year med ako, medyo weirdo pa ako nun. ata. naka tayo pa buhok ko nun. ginagaya ko kasi si vegeta. wala pa akong pakialam sa iba. biruin mo, naging doctor yun…. tapos isang araw, sabado yun, pwedeng mag civilian, akalain mo ba naman nagsuot ng orange over-alls. parang preso. ang tingkad sa mata. bright to the eyes. pasok sa auditorium, deretso sa likod. weirdo. naalala ko pa kung bakit ko sinuot yun. i dared myself. ayun. next time dont dare me, ok. (ok). kaya nyo yun? hindi pa uso ang ganung hairstyle noon. 2 years later pa. which reminds me, para nga pala si naruto no… hmmm… ako pala yung original. wala pang naruto nun. siguro pareho kaming wavelength ng mga hapon. yan ang nagagawa ng tao na walang magawa.
tapos yung orange na pagkain, which is obviously called ‘orange’. wala akong kwento dun. iba na lang.
orange and lemons meron pa. nung nasa davao ako bumili ako ng cd ng orange and lemons. bagong sikat pa lang nila. syempre, yung pirated version pa yun. tapos paulit ulit na pinatugtog sa cd player ni sherwin. sherwin, nasan ka na? musta na pards? …umuwi ka na baby…. pero ung si sherwin, mas trip nya si juris and chin. mymp umaga, tanghali, gabi. lagi kasi syang sawi sa pag-ibig. nahawa ata ako sa kanya. dinibdib namin ung mga songs. from love moves to tell me where it hurts. senting senti. hanggang ngayon nag-e-echo pa ung boses. nagutom tuloy ako, na-aasociate ko kasi sa space burger. moonyeen, di mo na ako ni-rereplyan a. patty, wala pa tayong nakakain na lobster…. naalala ko tuloy mga co-interns ko. reminiscing….
ang saya din ng mga araw na iyon.
isa pang mamimiss ko na orange: ung bus na saint rose na papuntang alabang… medyo late na kasi, tapos kelangan ko na umuwi. hindi na pala dumadaan sa harap ng ospital ang saint rose. bawal na ang provincial buses sa taft. haay.
sigh. bat ko nga ba naisip yung orange? hmm…. nakalimutan ko na.
cool crazy fun
there’s something cool about this girl, crazy, fun. she’s so cool, watching her having crazy fun! sarap sabayan. i wish i had a girl this fun.
speaking of bored, i guess when supply can’t keep up with the demand, things appear to move too slow. like eons. in chess, it’s like having the whole game already mapped out in my mind while waiting for the opponent to make up his mind and move. move! i’m already steps ahead.
multi-tasking.
ooo
2 months and she will be gone. 2 months. hurt. forget and forget.
forgetting has its upsides and downsides. on one end, you tend to forget your troubles away. everything becomes fleeting, everything becomes new and exciting. on the other end, it’s such a pain trying hard to recall something that’s on the tip of your tongue. after much thought, i’d rather be forgetful.
sino ka na nga?
ooo
… and daft punk keeps playing on my mind… *chinky-chinky-chinky-chinky*
ooo
dreaming of days that don’t exist…….
the (boring) drama continues
yes. life goes on. i am not supposed to write something here. because there is nothing to write. you are not obliged to read. because there is nothing to read.
i feel old. that is part of getting older. i don’t feel any wiser. that should have been part of getting old. i look old. i wouldn’t mind if only i had accomplished something.
ah, love. love. love is in the air. how suffocating. it is so tiring, after all.
entwined but never joined. coming somewhere from the pirates of the carribean.
throwing my frustrations out the window. i don’t feel like i am accomplishing anything at all. what a waste of time.
as you see, these are fragments. airing fragments of my thoughts. probably only i could decipher all these misleading words. yes. like sheila. it throws you off course.
i wonder what i would come up with next. if there is a next.
surfing used to be fun. except now. weekly shonen jump is the only satisfying piece. but only for the hour of reading the latest one piece. it keeps me wondering. wandering.
anneke lee? who? when? or where… i just wonder.
it is good to forget sometimes. forgetting is the hard part. it is a mode of killing. it is quite heavy on the heart.
friendster becomes a lonely place. this is where you realize how weird some stuff are.
i am like a puzzle. too hard to even bother solving. why solve? yes, why should someone solve… i have other things to do. supposedly.
give me two more years. i keep thinking just two more years. then i could start conquering the world. or maybe just restart life from scratch. two long years.
i could have gone home early. but there is nothing to do at home. well, apart from reading about the complexity of the knee, probably. tell me again, why should i make life that complex?
i sleep less than six hours a day. and you think i am complaining? sleep used to be bliss. until i ran out of dreams. yes. that’s it! i am running out of dreams.
just like stumbling upon websites ain’t as fun as it used to be. it is so hard to come across something worthwhile nowadays.
just like listening to the radio. there ain’t much sound music out there anymore.
that’s not the problem. it’s about the work load i am anticipating. yes, anticipating. it is not even here. and to think in two years time it would not mean a thing. ahh.
whatever. yes. whatever…. and you took the time to read.
i feel old. that is part of getting older. i don’t feel any wiser. that should have been part of getting old. i look old. i wouldn’t mind if only i had accomplished something.
ah, love. love. love is in the air. how suffocating. it is so tiring, after all.
entwined but never joined. coming somewhere from the pirates of the carribean.
throwing my frustrations out the window. i don’t feel like i am accomplishing anything at all. what a waste of time.
as you see, these are fragments. airing fragments of my thoughts. probably only i could decipher all these misleading words. yes. like sheila. it throws you off course.
i wonder what i would come up with next. if there is a next.
surfing used to be fun. except now. weekly shonen jump is the only satisfying piece. but only for the hour of reading the latest one piece. it keeps me wondering. wandering.
anneke lee? who? when? or where… i just wonder.
it is good to forget sometimes. forgetting is the hard part. it is a mode of killing. it is quite heavy on the heart.
friendster becomes a lonely place. this is where you realize how weird some stuff are.
i am like a puzzle. too hard to even bother solving. why solve? yes, why should someone solve… i have other things to do. supposedly.
give me two more years. i keep thinking just two more years. then i could start conquering the world. or maybe just restart life from scratch. two long years.
i could have gone home early. but there is nothing to do at home. well, apart from reading about the complexity of the knee, probably. tell me again, why should i make life that complex?
i sleep less than six hours a day. and you think i am complaining? sleep used to be bliss. until i ran out of dreams. yes. that’s it! i am running out of dreams.
just like stumbling upon websites ain’t as fun as it used to be. it is so hard to come across something worthwhile nowadays.
just like listening to the radio. there ain’t much sound music out there anymore.
that’s not the problem. it’s about the work load i am anticipating. yes, anticipating. it is not even here. and to think in two years time it would not mean a thing. ahh.
whatever. yes. whatever…. and you took the time to read.