| Going down memory lane… and getting lost |
[03 Jul 2007|07:09pm] |
I have finally taken on the daunting and formidable (pass me the thesaurus, quick!) task of cleaning my closet. It’s not the mess that daunts me, it’s the segregation. It takes me forever to decide whether to keep or throw the ten thousand or so knick-knacks that I’ll probably never get to use but will keep in the next five years.
Anyway, I found a pile of old letters from classmates and friends from high school. It’s such a treat! It’s like changing bags and finding a hundred bucks hidden inside one of the compartments. The letters came in all shapes and sizes. There were letters written on fancy paper, torn-off notebook papers, index cards –even on a cartolina! Some were designed to punish the reader: letters written in spirals instead of linear, or folded in fancy geometric shapes that I couldn’t fold back to save my life. There were some letters that I don’t even remember reading in the past! Oh my, I think I have some sort of a memory problem.
So, there I was, going through some of the letters and, while it was fun going down memory lane, I felt a tinge of sadness, because I’ve lost contact with most of the people I’ve written notes and letters to. Sure, some were the generic retreat letters, but a lot of them were letters that spoke of friendships, secrets, and of nothing and everything. But then college happened, and we haven’t heard from each other ever since. It’s like being reminded of something good, and then realizing that it’s something you no longer have. Have our friends become the new cell phones that we have traded in for a newer model? Or could it be that we haven’t really gotten over the out of sight, out of mind stage of our infant years? Or maybe I’m just a heartless ice-queen that has a problem with commitment. I’m kidding, of course.
In the techie world we live in, they say that everything is just a click away. But nothing beats a note or letter passed in class (no matter how unreadable the handwriting is!), A tight hug from a friend, or having lunch or merienda with your friends and talking about everything under the sun. Sure, there’s Friendster, Livejournal, and Multiply, but not everyone has the time to religiously upload photos or blog about what’s really happening in their lives. I guess there are things that you need to tell someone but don’t want to, and some prodding is needed. I do try to check the virtual communities that I belong to once in a while, but I feel a bit hesitant to comment on their posts, especially if it’s by an old friend whom I haven’t seen or heard from in a really long time. I guess it’s because I’m not quite sure if I’m still a part of that person’s life. I know, I know, the whole point of virtual communities is about connecting and re-connecting people. But sometimes I get the feeling that the person is talking to someone else, or to a different group that I’m not a part of.
I don’t really know what it is that I want to say. I guess I miss my old friends, and that I regret not being able to stay in touch. Or maybe I’m just worried that in the next few years of working, I’ll lose contact with the people I’ve formed ties with in college. I’ve met a lot of amazing and wonderful (where’s that thesaurus?!) people, and I’ve met a lot more that I wish I’ve gotten to know more. I guess I’ll just have to learn to set aside time for little get-togethers, and hope that they’re not too busy with work to catch up.
I haven’t disposed much of my stuff, and I’m definitely keeping my pile of old letters. I think everyone should have a pile of old letters from their high school friends stashed somewhere in their closets. It’s like therapy.
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| Magazines for Sale!!! (for yourself, sibs, mom, etc) |
[08 Nov 2006|02:06pm] |
Everything for 10 Pesos Only!!!
Teens to Young Adult:
-Candy
-Chalk
-Meg
-Pink
-Seventeen
Adult
-Blue Print: The Design Source Book
-Cosmopolitan
-Good Housekeeping
-Homes and Gardens
-Marie Claire
-Me
-Mega
-Metro
-My home: Making Beautiful Lifestyles Happen
-People (Asia)
-Preview
-Speed
-Working Mom: Your Guide to a Balanced Life
*While supplies last!:)
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| Sacrilege! |
[22 Jun 2006|02:21pm] |
Ang baho ng version ni Ronan Keating(sp?) ng Iris.
I don’t hate boy bands with a passion (i USED to be a fan of moffats when I was pre-adolescent) but this is too much! Sure, the guy can sing, but that song is meant to be sung with raw emotion and intensity. I mean, how else would you want to hear “and I’d give up forever to touch you...” ?
Argh. Ang ganda-ganda ng song na yun e...
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[08 Feb 2005|10:20pm] |
I know it feels nice...feels wonderful.
baka niloloko ko lang sarili ko?
Naman e.
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| waaaah! |
[19 Jan 2005|06:12pm] |
pinalitan ko batteries ng palm pilot ko ta's ayaw na nya mag-on...
And I'm too chicken to go ask my dad for help.
someone help me,pls...
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| "O tina, ba't yata hindi ka madaldal ngayon?" |
[08 Dec 2004|01:44am] |
Practically everyone I know :“tina, ok ka lang? Parang malungkot ka.may problema ka ba?”
Me: “ hindi ako malungkot..ok lang ako…”
That’s how it was the whole day I was in school.
I’m such a bad actor when it comes to hiding how I feel.( it’s so annoying…am I really that transparent?) So whenever people sense that something’s bothering me, being the good friends that they are, they ask me what’s wrong. Most of the time I tell them that I’m ok, and that everything’s fine. I lie about it, not because I want them to bug off, but because I’m such a crybaby. The moment I tell someone what’s bothering me, I’d be crying my eyes out in a few seconds.
But it wasn’t like that yesterday. Sure, I was unusually quiet and was spacing out most of the time. But when I said I wasn’t sad, I meant it. You see, before I left the house for school yesterday, my mom told me that our not-quite-family friend died. Let me explain the not-quite-family friend part. He’s like a family friend to us, but only my dad & I know him.
My dad likes bringing me to parties & concerts sponsored by their company. All of which, end at ungodly hours. Most of the time, if not always, he tells me only a few hours before the event itself, so I don’t get to ask a friend to accompany me. So it’s like this: My dad goes off with his officemates & do business talk to people the whole night. I, on the other hand, go solo. Mon, our not-so-family friend, was my dad’s officemate. He’d see me by myself, and would keep me company. We’d talk the whole night about stuff, my dad being at the top of the list. Although I’m really close to my dad, I don’t get to see him most of the time because of his work. So whenever he tells me things about my dad, it’s like I’m seeing my dad from a different angle, getting to know him all over again. And when he died, I lost a friend. But it felt more like I lost a part of my dad.
I wasn’t sad in a grieving kinda way. Nor was it a painful feeling of loss that immobilizes you to function the way you normally do. But I felt something. Something unfamiliar, to which I can’t describe to myself, much less put into words.
You know that cheesy line about not knowing how to put your feelings into words? That’s exactly how I feel. And maybe, partly why I’m apprehensive to tell my friends about my problems. Sure I tell them about how annoying so and so is, or how crappy the day was. But when it comes to certain things, I find it hard to do so.
It’s funny in a weird, sad way how I can talk about anything and everything under the sun, yet keep so many things to myself. It’s like I could go on and on about trivial stuff, but I can’t seem to put into words what I’m really thinking of.
Parang ang bilis bilis kasi ng mundo. Parang wala kang panahon para isipin kung ano talaga nararamdaman mo, o ikwento kung anu man iyon. Pag tinanong ka kung ok ka lang, kelangan yung sagot mo, oo lang o hindi. Kung hindi, ang tanging eksplenasyon mo lang dun ay dahil malungkot, galit, pagod at kung ano pa man. Baka kasi pag sinabi mo kung ano talaga ang iniisip o nararamdaman mo, baka wala silang oras. Baka maguluhan lang sila, kasi alam mong sa sarili mo, hindi mo rin iyon naiintindihan.
Hay, Malabo talaga akong tao.
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| lovelife...or the lack of it |
[28 Oct 2004|11:41pm] |
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I met up with an old friend of mine two days ago. Since we haven't seen each other in ages, we talked non stop about how we've been. and it seems that no update about your life is complete without you spilling about uhm, the affairs of the heart, my friend went on and on talking bout his lovelife. bout girl A, B, C, D... after about an eternity, it was my turn to dish.So, i told him about my lovelife, or the lack of it...
my friend aka the casanova: "Ano? wala ka paring boyfriend?"
me: "yep."
casanova: "you're not so hideous looking, you know."
me: (w/ a raised left eyebrow)"and....how is that relevant to our conversation?"
casanova: "well, you know, it shouldn't take you that long to get one. Look at me, got myself a girlfriend in two weeks."
me: "how many girlfriends have you had?"
casanova: "seven...plus a couple others on the side.you know, yung wala-wala lang.."
me: "and how long did they last?"
casanova: "umm... 1-2 months?"
me: "do you even like them at all?"
casanova: "well..."
So yeah. Our conversation went stupid fast, so we just moved on to another subject.
But what i don't get is how we're supposed to not stay single. I mean, why not? You get to have the freedom to do whatever you want, whenever you want, however you want.
I know that it feels better when you have that special someone to share those moments with. The thing is, i haven't found my special someone yet. I'm not the type who sees someone and gets head over heals in love. That explains why i don't even have a crush. (now, that's sad..)I have to spend a lot of time with someone, get to know him..before i can have a crush. The problem is, I don't get the chance to really hangout or "bond" with someone. I don't get to discover something cool about a guy and say, "hey,that's pretty neat. I'd love to know more about this person."
You see, i'm easily bored. I like to be doing a lot of things (but i also love bumming around. i know, i know, i'm weird). I like to try new things.
I might not have a lot of time to go out for movies, because i'd rather go to Payatas on saturdays to play with the kids there. Or i might not be able to have lunch or hangout with my guy during breaks because i have to man a booth for an event, or go to boracay or palawan with my man during summer because i have to be in school for ANI (wonderful project, i swear.)But it doesn't mean that the guy i'll be with would be on the shelf gathering dust or something. I know that i have to make him feel special, to show him i love him (i have my ways. ;P)It takes a certain kind of a man to understand these things, and who would want me,despite my 1001 activities. I don't want to be with someone who needs me. (he'll be jealous, demanding,suffucating..fast)or worse, just because he wants a girlfriend.
I want someone who wants to be with me. To do things with me, discover things with me. I want someone who would praise me for something i did well, and who will challenge and motivate me to do better, Because he believes that i can.I want someone who will tell me that i screwed up if i did something wrong, and will help me fix and learn from it. I want someone who wouldn't mind being without his significant other for a while so we could do our own thing, and when we're together, we'll tell each other about it, and it'll be ok. No fuss, no fights.
And besides, i might be too weird for most guys. There are days when i like to dress up, but most of the time, I'm perfectly happy in tees and shorts. I'm a party girl who likes staying at home. I'm a picky eater who eats anything. I'm health conscious but can't go on a diet and eats ice cream by the gallon. (fine.half a gallon.)And i want to be a nerd! hahaha, for my own sake,i shouldn't be posting this, right? :P
I'll be honest. I do miss getting all kilig. But i want more than that.
But i'm not hopeless. I know he's there...probably hiding from me.
***wala lang: I WANT MY OWN BISHIBASHI!!!yung english version ha. :)***
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| Mental Hospital Line Answering Machine Message |
[19 Aug 2004|03:37pm] |
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"Hello, and welcome to the mental health hotline..."
If you are obsessive-compulsive, press 1 repeatedly.
If you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2 for you.
If you have multiple personalities, press 3, 4, 5, and 6.
If you are paranoid, we know who you are and what you want. Stay on the line so we can trace your call.
If you are delusional, press 7 and your call will be transferred to the mother ship.
If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a small voice will tell you which number to press.
If you are a manic-depressive, it does not matter which number you press; no one will answer.
If you have amnesia, press 8 and state your name, address, telephone number, and date of birth, social security number, and your mother'sm maiden name.
If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9.If you have short-term memory loss, press 9.
If you have low self-esteem, please hang up. All of our operators are too busy to talk to you.
If you are menopausal, hang up, turn on the fan, lie down and cry. You will not be crazy forever.
If you are blonde, please do not press any buttons; you will just mess it up.
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| guys! |
[09 Aug 2004|12:22pm] |
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wag nyo tong i-add!!!
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) pikachu4u008
Huwag kayo maniwala! - Myke
hindeeeee!!!! wag nyo xa tlaga i-add! -ako
Add!!!! Add!!! Add!!!! - Myke
wag nga e! ang kulit naman! -ako uli
Add nyo si Kuya Myke -Sabsi (bakit nasama ako dito?! - totoong sabsi)
Kala ko kampi tayo Sab?! Hhmph! -Myke
wag ka na kuya myke!!!!
sige na na... add nyo tong mokong na to.. :)
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| isaw, fil class and a bike |
[08 Aug 2004|12:23pm] |
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Went to UP last thursday with charlie and abi. We had to go there for our fil project. ate isaw. prayed to the heavens that i won't get sick from eating truck loads of street food.
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Everyone i know hates their Fil class with Samar... (save for those who had him during the summer)He's really smart, but he keeps on yakking about useless stuff.He gives us a ton of readings, but doesn't give a quiz/test on them till the following week! Argh. Oh well... I guess i just have to work extra hard on his class.
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help!help!help!
who has a bike that i can borrow on monday? I'll be using it for about 30 mins lang, balik ko din agad. (i'm free 10:30am till 12nn, and 1.30 pm onwards.) I'll be needing the bike for a paper in SA...help!
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[23 Jul 2004|07:00pm] |
Lost my id...dang. have to hide from those guards.
I'd love to go for a drink with someone, just to benefit from the conversation that goes with it. I haven't had a meaningful conversation with anyone recently...
I guess i'm kinda sad..lonely. It's weird how one gets lonely even if shes constantly around people.
la lang.
Just wanna greet you lovely lj people.
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| mga walang kwentang katanungan |
[03 Jul 2004|09:05am] |
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(we all know the answers, but what the heck..)
Pano umiihi ang hermaphrodite?
San sila umiihi? Sa CR ng babae o ng lalake?
Anong sinusuot nilang underwear? panty or brief?
Nagkakameron ba ang hermaphrodite?
I know, I know... kadiri... i shouldn't have posted this...pero....
wala lang.
Sorry na! :P
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| gusto kong maging pulis sa italy! |
[23 Jun 2004|06:55pm] |
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here in the Philippines, policemen get to drive an old, ugly, beat-up car.
In Italy however....
They have Lamborghinis.
They get to drive a $165,000 (that's more than 8.2 million in pesos)Lamborghini sports car, a gift from Volkswagen.
The car is equipped with a $40,000 camera that records traffic violations and sends them back to headquarters. It also has this special cooler compartment to transport organs for transplants.
This baby has the ability to go from zero to 100 km/h (60 mph) in four seconds, with a top speed of 192mph.
Astig.
Without the police-blue color and the siren, it's one hell of a porma car.
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| Ang panget. |
[16 Jun 2004|09:10am] |
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My schedule for this sem sucks.
I only have two classes on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Fil at 9:30 and Eco at 12:30-1:30. Both of them are in Berch, so there's no problem there.
Then theres my T-Th schedule.
8-9 i have taekwondo.
9-10:30 SA157
10:30-12:00 Theo
12:00-1:30 SA21
5 and a half hours straight! waaaah! pano na ko kakain? I can smuggle food in class, but i can't say goodbye to lunchbreak! I can't eat sisig in class! or inihaw na baboy! or pasta! not to mention the fact that 5 and a half hours straight of classes does serious damage to my sanity and to my rear.(is it possible to get cramps on your butt? la lang.)
And the suckiness doesn't end there.
I have to somehow find a way to go from the COV.COURTS(PE) to BEL(SA157) to BERCH(Theo)and then to the SOCSCI BUILDING(SA 21) and not be late!
Ang Panget talaga!!!!!!!!!!
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| life of a bum |
[01 Jun 2004|12:27am] |
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Ask me how my summer is, and i'll sum it up in three words.
eat. sleep. TV.
So yea, it sounds boring, but hey, after my summer classes... I am loving my bum lifestyle!
I am a junkfood junkie. I know i'll be regretting stuffing myself with junkfood, but *sigh* i can't stop. (thought i'd blame it on the chips, but nah..)
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| Only in the Philippines... |
[24 May 2004|03:00pm] |
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It was a harmless sunday evening. I was sitting comfortably, half asleep in the car, when something jolted me away from my sleep. Eddie Gil woke me up. Yes, Eddie Gil. Pilukang (tagalog for toupee) itim, his new single was being played in the radio. (to the tune of the bikining itim song.- sorry, i don't know know the tittle..)Nothing could be more annoying than a guy singing: "Wag mong susungkitin...piluka kong itim..", but it's so stupid and irritating, it'll make you laugh anyways. And he's gone showbiz too! He's got a movie in the works...with Madam Auring! *cringes*
Well, i guess that's how it is in the Philippines...If you can't be the president, be a recording artist instead.
hmmm... is it just me, or is there a growing number of stupid, idiotic songs playing in the airwaves?
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Do you guys know people who've had days before? One of the days people is asking me for contact numbers (for reasons i don't know) of my friends who went to the days thingie already.
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| laziness..... |
[17 May 2004|07:32pm] |
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is me.
I am currently being spoiled by charlie. But It's all good..i'm not complaining!;p
Charlie!!!! I lurve your couch! I'm taking it home!
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Math long test was suspiciously easy. I had a hard time convincing myself that i did finish the test...early. oh well.
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| Over the 3-day weekend, i... |
[11 May 2004|09:47am] |
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1.slept
2.ate
3.watched a movie *Ang cute ng school of rock :)*
4.morphed into a couch potato *Pacquiao should've won!!! bleh! rob proposed to amber!!! i hate the vote struck show on GMA 7!!!*
5.dreamt i was in Tali with my friends. *waaah! inggit ako!!! :(*
Summer's so boring. Atleast mine is. Boring AND tiring. Am i making any sense? Dang summer classes. I should be living the life of a bum right now! No more advanced classes for me! bleh.
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[07 May 2004|10:01pm] |
I want milanos!!!!
I want! I want! I want!
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