Saturday. 2pm onwards. "Little Big Planet" madness again and this time, kasama na si Master Factor and Adar. Kumpleto na rin sa wakas ang PS Boys. Bringing back the good old times again.
Sunday. 11am. Baptism of Oliver's baby boy George Daniel. / 3pm. Meet my Beb.
Sinubukan yung promo ng Smart na UnliCall (for a week lang naman). Kala ko direct na tatawagan. Kelangan may *6400 + cp# pa. Ang arte. Hehe!
First kong tumawag ever since mula nang magka-cellphone ako. Opo hindi ako ang tumatawag, ako ang tinatawagan. And mostly pang-SMS lang talaga ang silbi ng cellphone for me, bonus na lang yung camera functions, music etc.
Nagugulat lang siguro at hindi sanay mga peeps na sinubukan kong tawagan kasi nga nasanay na sila na nag-tetext lang ako sa kanila. Kaya minsan binababa nila ang calls or cancel then magte-text na "May sakit ka ba?", "Himala, tumatawag ka!" and magte-text lang na "Bakit ka miskol?". Lolness talaga mga ito.
Anyways, post nyo nalang number nyo. hehe! Para may kakulitan ako for a week!
You seem to want a definition…yet I don’t have one. I will never have one. Love, at least to me, includes so many things that I don’t even know where or how to begin. Yet if you can’t just trust that you love someone – that you think of them more fondly than others in a peculiar way; admire them for the things that make them who they are and respect them for these very same attributes – then maybe you will never be able to love. Love is and will always be a leap of faith. Just like in life, there is no sure thing in love. You just have to trust. There is no answer – you just know. Yet there’s no way to ‘know’, especially if you pick it apart. Eventually love will be destroyed by all the prodding, analyzing and dissection.
If there is any way to ‘know’ love – any sort of way to describe or define it – this is highly subjective. Love, at least to me, is selfless yet completely selfish. I love you for who you are and would do most anything for you if you needed me to. This selfless love is something quite gradual that grows as I get to know you better and catch glimpses of your innate, immutable qualities – your kindness, your integrity, your character. While human beings are continuously mutating creatures, I do believe that there are things in us that are tested by life and time, yet do not change. This is the foundation of a human being, maybe it’s the soul, I don’t know – but these are the very things that I see in you every day. I can’t help but love who exhibits many of the qualities that I admire, and also hope to possess. Selfless love leads to selfish love. I also love you for my own sake – for how you improve my life by driving me to be kinder and more understanding; changing the way I see myself and the world; making me question and even strengthen my beliefs and values. Yet it’s also just as simple as the fact that you make me feel wonderful and help me enjoy life just a little more than I would without you.
-XII, Love Letters To & From
Aalis ka sa bahay. May ubo't sipon. Buti na lang wala kang lagnat. Uminom ka na ng gamot plus Multivitamins plus 1000mg ng Vitamin C.
Pagkatapos ng halos tatlong oras na biyahe at limang sakayan (4 na jeepney at isang MRT), aabutan ka pa ng manaka-nakang pag-ambon. Resulta - Haggard pagdating sa office. Mukhang matatagalan pa bago ako gumaling. Laging napapawisan at basa ang likod ko. Samahan pa ng polusyon ng kalakhang Maynila.
Kaya wag magrereklamo ang iba na napapagod sa biyahe. Ano pa kaya ako kumpara sa inyo. Hindi ako nagrereklamo dahil wala naman akong magagawa.
Nalulungkot ako dahil hindi ko man lang maramdaman na may nag-aalaga sa akin. Oo andyan ang pamilya pero natural lang iyon sa kanila na alagaan ang miyembro ng pamilya. Pero iba pa rin ang pag-aalaga ng mahal mo. Yung mararamdaman mo ang pagkalinga niya, ang kanyang haplos, ang kanyang yakap, ang kanyang matiyagang pagbabantay hanggang sa ika'y gumaling. "Pa confine ka na lang kaya para may nurse na mag-aalaga sa iyo!", biro sa akin ng mga kaibigan ko.
Pasensya na po, senti lang. Hindi ko pa kasi nararanasan na alagaan ng mahal ko.
Yay, survey na naman. Na-miss ko ang ganito..
A - Age: 27 na po ako! Ilang taon pa wala na sa calendar!
B - Bands I'm Listening To Right Now: Wala masyado, pero into anime music and sometimes Classical, ok rin mga Christian bands.
C - Career: Empleyado ng Banko daw!
D - Drink or Smoke: Laking seminaryo, no vice! and i'm proud of it!
E - Easiest Friends To Talk To: Kapwa gaymers and yung mga kababata ko
F - First Crush: I dunno kung crush iyon nung elementary since ang gwapo ng dating ko dati na mula Grade 1 to 6 laging may ka-loveteam ako! Pero secret na iyong totoong crush!
G - Gadgets: SE P1i, pinag-iisipan pa ang PSP at yung HTC TouchPro.
H - Hobbies: Video gaming, surfing the Net, reading Fantasy Books, almanac at iba pang world statistics, trivia/general information na rin!
I - In love: In love sa mga taong love din ako, sana si Beb ganun din!
J- Junk Food You Like: mga sitsirya sa tindahan namin, minsan kung anu makita sa Mercury sa may amin like chips and nachos
K - Kidz: Wala pa sa plano pero ayoko sa mga toddlers
O - One Wish You Have Now: I wish mawala na ang kasamaan sa mundo pero sabi nila evil is the half of the perfect sphere.
P - Phobias: Afraid of heights at sa ipis - lalo na pag lilipad-lipad na siya, eww!
Q - Favorite Quote: Human stupidity is infinite!
R - Reasons To Smile: Love and appreciation sa akin ng aking mga friends and loved ones!
S - Sleeping Time: since taong-gabi po ako. around 11-12nn pag lagpas na dun mahihirapan na ako matulog, kainis kasi tanghaliang tapat matutulog ka at ang init!
T - TV Channels: kung saan may informative at entertainment programs dun ako
U - Unknown Fact About You: Unknown nga eh, siyempre hindi pa alam
V - Vegetable You Hate: Okra - hindi mo ako mapapakain niyan
W - Worst Habit: maging mabait masyado
X - X-rays You’ve Had: Chest lang siguro, muntik na ung Dental x-ray buti na lang hindi natuloy!
Y - Yummy Foods: Siguro Laing at Adobong Atay ng Manok. Dessert naman yung Leche Flan or Brazo de Mercedes.
Z - Zodiac Sign: Pisces
Kakaiba ito. Mukhang hindi na ako mahilig magtete-text ngayon. Usually kasi kapag may load ako. Bago pa man umabot sa expiration date, inuubos ko na siya; sayang naman kasi. Pero ngayon, nagugulat na lang ako kasi me mga 10-20 SMS pang naiiwan madalas at hindi ko na nagagamit.
Siguro nagsawa na rin ako at shift naman into calls or chat. Nakaka-adik kasi itong Smart Uzzap, kaya lang ako nagpapa-load ngayon dahil dito. Marami na kasing akong nakikilalang friends lalo na sa peborit kong Room 193. Kilala na rin nila ako at akala ng iba regular na ako dun samantalang kaka-1 week ko palang last Monday. Mabilis na napalagay na ang loob nila sa akin, kulang na lang nga GEB para magkakilanlan ang lahat.
Siguro next time try ko rin itong Unlicall nila. Medyo nakakapagod na rin kasi mag-text sa mga taong hindi naman nagrereply sa iyo. Magte-text lang pag may kailangan, pero maski greet or good morning wala kang maririnig sa kanila.
Stories like this, always have a way of putting the right perspective on life.
Jean Thompson stood in front of her fifth-grade class on the very first day of school in the fall and told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her pupils and said that she loved them all the same, that she would treat them all alike. And that was impossible because there in front of her, slumped in his seat on the third row, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.
Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were unkept and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy was unpleasant.
It got to the point during the first few months that she would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then marking the F at the top of the paper biggest of all. Because Teddy was a sullen little boy, no one else seemed to enjoy him, either.
At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's records and put Teddy's off until last. When she opened his file, she was in for a surprise. His first-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright, inquisitive child with a ready laugh." "He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around."
His second-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student well-liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."
His third-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy continues to work hard but his mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."
Teddy's fourth-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class. He is tardy and could become a problem."
By now Mrs. Thompson realized the problem, but Christmas was coming fast. It was all she could do, with the school play and all, until the day before the holidays began and she was suddenly forced to focus on Teddy Stoddard.
Her children brought her presents, all in beautiful ribbon and bright paper, except for Teddy's, which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper of a scissored grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents.
Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of cologne. She stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume behind the other wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed behind just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my mom used to."
After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing, and speaking. Instead, she began to teach children. Jean Thompson paid particular attention to one they all called "Teddy."
As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. On days where there would be an important test, Mrs. Thompson would remember that cologne. By the end of the year he had become one of the smartest children in the class and...well, he had also become the "pet" of the teacher who had once vowed to love all of her children exactly the same.
A year later she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that of all the teachers he'd had in elementary school, she was his favorite. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still his favorite teacher of all time. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson she was still his favorite teacher. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still his favorite teacher, but that now his name was a little longer. The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D. The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that Spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering...well, if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the pew usually reserved for the mother of the groom. And guess what, she wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And I bet on that special day, Jean Thompson smelled just like...well, just like the way Teddy remembered his mother smelling on their last Christmas together.
THE MORAL: You never can tell what type of impact you may make on another's life by your actions or lack of action. Consider this fact in your venture thru life.
Tuwing umaga bago umuwi sa amin, dumadaan muna ako sa computer shop nina Mang Jack, pero si Mang Potpot ang nagbabantay palagi. Mga 7am bukas na sila kaya dun ako pumupunta para mag MafiaWars (Facebook, adik talaga!).
Kakaiba lang sa kanila kasi, me isang chatroom silang pinupuntahan kung saan pinagmumura nila ang mga chatters. Nung unang rinig ko sa pagmumurahan na iyon, siyempre nagulat ako kasi hindi ko naman inaasahan na ganun pala sila. Humingi naman sila ng paumanhin sa akin. Hindi ko na inusisa kung saang website may ganyan.
Nasisira lang ulo ko kina Mang Jack sa tuloy-tuloy na pagmumura at panlalait nila sa ibang chatter. Pero mukhang masokista rin at trip lang din ng mga tao na ganunin sila kaya wala namang nagrereklamo. Maski asawa ni Jack sumasali na rin, madalas puro P***** I** M* ang naririnig ko sa kanila at iba pang mga maseselan na salita na hindi ko na babangitin pa.
Minsan talaga magugulat ka na lang sa ibang pag-uugali ng mga tao sa paligid mo.
"Ang sinabi ko sa kanya, mahalin mo muna ang aking mga kakulangan (imperfections). Para pag natutunan mo nang mahalin iyon, wala nang magiging issue pa sa aming relasyon at patuloy na uusbong at lalalim ang aming pagmamahalan."
-best Yohan to Jinji talking about his "technique"
