Happy birthday to me. Keep smiling 
Another Saturday night at home. I think I am being used to the whole idea of not going out. My plan to go out tonight did not pursue. So I am just here, lazying around with Macky. Hours ago, I was ready to sleep after watching 100 Days with Mr. Arrogant, I decided to check my friendster, then I browsed on my old hacked account to check on the latest of people who used to be in my list. Then I saw his account, we really are not friends, we only know each other. His profile touched my heart, his status message captured my soul, and his entries made my tears fall. I wanted to send him a message, to send my condolences, but I will be more than 3 months late, and I might even cause him to freshen the hurt. I tried to read his brother’s entry but I cant seem to go on. I was stopped by his entry about his personal roller coaster ride, two months ago before i quit my job, I was exactly in the same ride as his, when tears become your constant companion, when the word karma feels so true and when you just wanted to forget at the same time believe. I THOUGHT I WAS STRONG. Emotional baggage and reality made me lose the strengths I believed I have. Three months ago, I jumped out of that ride, it was the only way to save myself from that unwanted ride. Now that I jumped, I feel like I accomplished nothing, but I guess my smiles and laughters were enough accomplishments.
To DJ… keep smiling…
It was Jha’s birthday (April 2) when we finally decided to go out of town exclusive to us, CERTIFIED BONDS. Many are called but there are only few of us who are certified. After a whole month of preparation to make this out of town a reality, since we were planning for this kind of bonding many years ago. Thank GOD we made it last May 2, 3 and 4. For Lean, she missed this one, this really is once in a lifetime experience, of course we are all wanting to have this getaway repeated.
Three days ago, admittedly, I thought I wont enjoy this trip, how wrong i was! A big super thanks to Bhe, Kitch, Jha and Bob. This wasn’t an ordinary getaway, fights between friends happened, old issues were brought up again, forever test of friendship did happen, we all dreamed for this kind of thing yet when the time came, it did not happen the way saw it in our dreams, there was fun yes, fun that sealed our lifetime commitment with each other, but we had in our dreams like the six of us with our hands full of sands. Anyway, on this farther side of friendship, ZAMBALES RUSHED, and between gimmicks and bonding, we didn’t miss our commitment.
Everything that happened in the last three days is worth writing, worth reading for other and worthless to those who cannot understand.
We left QC around 3 in the morning, we arrived in Sunbloom Resort in Brgy Uacon, Candelaria, at 7:10 AM. Sleepless in Zambales. It was really a tough day for us, thanks to Kitchie’s dad for lending their pickup, not new but now we love pick up, Kitchie and Jha met Mae in Alabang then Anna and I in QC. The island is more than 240 km north of Manila, located in the northern part of the province. We arrived earlier than our expected time (as we indicated in our itinerary)
We were so excited about the island that we missed to explore the shore of Zambales beach and the whole resort.
Start of the story of the irresistible good-looking ladies summer getaway happened at Potipot Island.
Potipot Island is 10 minutes boat ride from Sunbloom Resort. The glimpse of Potipot Islanad made the heartof irresistible good-looking ladies skip a few times.
The irresistible good-looking ladies arrived in the island around 8:30AM with their unbeatable best cooler in town (1), and the forever beefsteak (2). These two will be on the top of irresistible good-looking ladies’ list of unforgettable moments.
Time for some skin of the irresistible good-looking ladies who went all the way from QC just to show their hidden katawan and alindog (3). The five irresistible good-looking ladies splurged themselves with the beauty of the island, clear water, fine, white sand and fallen leaves. Unluckily, they were not able to tour the whole island, just the half of it.
The irresistible good-looking ladies did nothing but eat, swim, sleep and take pictures. They also indulge themselves few bottles of beers they had in their best cooler, but no bottle opener and shame nobody knew how to open without it. Thanks to a man who has shown mercy to the irresistible good-looking ladies in distress.
By four pm, the irresistible good-looking ladies went back to their rooms to sleep and prepare for the next destination… Pundakit Beach.
Pundakit Beach, another 2-hour drive from Candelaria, Zambales, the irresistible good-looking ladies, stopped for a little pictorial in San Felipe Bridge (picture in the right).
Anawangin Island is very much different from the previous one, its larger and has pine trees. Imagine that, pine trees in a beach! The water though is not that good. Here, the five irresistible good-looking ladies played their charade. The tandem of Mae and Jha was unbeatable. This made their getaway more exciting. There were more bursts of laughters from the irresistible good-looking ladies and made them the center of attraction. Derma, the/da, A, eat/at, sounds like, crap/craps, tity, were quoted on and on. It was already four pm when the irresistible good-looking ladies continued to their journey, last stop-SUBIC. Poor Mylene for she has left her white skirt and lost her pearls.
It was past 7 when they settled to their hotel in Subic, irresistible good-looking ladies prepared for the party Subic has to offer. And so, the night ended with irresistible good-looking ladies disappointed. The night turned out not the one they were hoping. Still, it was fun. They still have each other to cling on.
Sunday, time to go home. And this is the fastest drive they ever had. The energy is still at its peak, can still sing and dance.
The story of irresistible good-looking ladies ended at exactly 4pm when they arrived in QC.
Now, i failed to put everything in here. GO GIRL.. GO GIRL. GO GO GO GIRL! Love you all. Mwah
1, 2, 3…..
Learning to count 1, 2,3 is one the basic achievements of a little child. Same as ABCs. The pride you felt when you first recited those things will never be forgotten. But there will come a time when you wished you never learned.
Like now, we are counting hours, 1, 2, 3, 4 and so on before the ultimate Zambales trip with my highschool best girlfriends. The trip still doesn’t appeal to me. Why? Hmmm… I cannot clearly define, aside that I do not have enough money, Lean is not coming, last minute problems are now arising, cars, driving, routes, ways, Hell. I haven’t started yet packing my things.
I want to feel the rush in putting my things in the bag that will be my life in the next three days. I’ve been bumming around from 10am. And I am counting until 12mn comes.
Count. Count. Count.
sigh. blank. macky says its two o’clock. yet my whole system says 2pm.
Nowadays, whenever I hear his name, I no longer feel anything. The used to be thorn i guess finally lost its prickly effect directed to my heart. The vexed expression I used to feel everytime the topic is him has also gone down somewhere.
I can not think of any more right or better cliche than time heals all wounds. I have been wounded, several times, by different persons at certain degree, to the extent of losing a dear friend who is someone so damn close to my heart. The time has come. All my wounds were healed. From the love of my life to my almost lover, and the all the guys in between. But the wounded heart will always be wounded, no matter how long it took to heal. The heart says everything is in order now that the wound was healed, but how about the mind that worked hand in hand with the heart the time it was broken or in the process of healing? Can it be easily swayed by the heart? Will the wounds be forgotten by the mind? Geezz, don’t mind then.
My wounded-healed-foreverwounded-healed heart still longs for someone. I do not give up the notion of me singing this is it… Yes, wounded, never learned my lessons despite the countless heartbreaks? As they say, this world is a life long lessons. Lessons to be learned will not stop, it’s like asking for cars not to pass edsa. Why i suddenly came up with this notion? of the wounded-healed-wounded thing? yeah yeah i saw his blog earlier and it took me again by surprise (back to him again). I thought… I thought…. Nothing!!! Somehow seeing him hurt and happy puts my hopes high, that moment will also come to me, to be happy and contented.
I don’t think it is wise for me to say matters of the heart since I am contributing to a high percentage of unemployed Filipinos, for almost two months now. It is really my fault? Yeah maybe, I am just to blame. I admit I wasn’t that strong and stable when reality shook me. And I am done and tired making any more excuses and/or explanations. Thousands of ideas are crossing my mind. They are now again juggling, wanting for my brain to ask the nerves to deliver to my hands the message that they also wanted to be put here. But I can’t. I am sorry. One at a time. My blogging puts my heart at rest.
As of today, MAY 1, 30 days before my 24th birthday, I realized (and still realizing) these things:
1. I am over him, I will never deny that I wished he is mine.
2. I am thankful that God has shown His way of telling me that he really isn’t the one for me. I am sticking to that thought.
3. I am sometimes too engrossed with other people that I am losing my sanity (haha)
4. Blogging after all can be my life.
5. Alcoholic drink is not a potable water.
6. I really am looking forward spending time with circle people in a beach
7. Zambales is zambales. No longer that appealing (i am sorry bonds)
8. I can afford not to come with bonds in Zambales.
9. Baliwag! Baliwag!
10. Agriculture is still my industry, my preferred industry.
TEN THINGS AS OF MAY 1, 2008. I am wide awake, time check macky? 2:30 AM. sighs in my pilllow
Saw SHUTTER earlier with jha, mae and jose at Eastwood. Not bad. Nice to see Eastwood Cinemas again. And here I am again, in Los Baños. Feels like four years ago.
The past two weeks being an official Silang Bummer, was able to read around 15 novels (Thanks to Maan’s Ebooks) .
I want to work again, I want to work abroad. I want to i want to i want to… I need money, own money, milions, hey hey hey its not bad to want something. Just like Mav said, i should write what i honestly want and goals in my life. I am looking for a book that will serve as my journal, a book of questions maybe.
ooohhhhhhhhhh………. i am not being sensible here. shucks.
shame on me
There is this young lady. Right after she obtained her college degree, she was able to got herself a job, then resigned because of the better opportunity for her career. Then went to look for another job again. For more than a year, she stayed in that company but didnt renew her contract to look for another thing. So you can see, its a cycle, a vicious one. Two months has passed yet she is still looking for something in her latest work, wondering if the work perse or some other mind-juggling stuff. Whatever it is, she is now troubled. She wants to quit, although she wears that attitude of not a quitter.
She’s troubled and she’s a quitter. How mean the world could be to her? You know why she is troubled? Because she cannot think of a better way to say “i quit“.
They say, nothing can beat the simple and direct manner of conveying things. She could put this on her boss’ table:
She is a little blunt there and quite a loser. Maybe, maybe this one:
Words OVER ACTING are perfect. Now, she really is troubled. She badly wants to quit. Who would not be nervous of their first times?
First times always leave a mark.
Honestly, there is no better way of sending your resignation but to say I QUIT. Difficulty is doing it.
When you have this urge to leave,to go out and look for other matters, no one can stop you. only yourself.
what i want for this week
-an easier, non-exhausting workload
-a positive response for my dad’s chemo
-a happy mind
-a happy week
have a happy week everyone.
mwah mwah
today it came to my thought the real thing about ring and its symbol. circle. round. has no end.
i hard laugh when i am with them. but i even laugh harder if dustin is around. now, all i can do is post.
best of the best.
i am being sentimental, (i am not so fond of multiply so i am desperately trying to put some pics here) but i really do miss them….
pictures…
mama enez days. with the original boss. ah ah jeff, you’re my next boss. from jeff’s mobile, taken almost three years ago. (dus on top, bri, boss and i)
the first BIG NO to shot with them, at boyet’s villamor (L-R: dus, bri, yets, jep and glen)
me and dustin, one of our many paragon days
brian at unit 4004 paragon building
miss you all, i miss our drinking sessions.
was very sleepy last friday, yet feeling senti. forgot to publish.
Okai. So here it goes. i need and have to write
I made promises, several of them, which were all broken. yeah yeah we all know that, but then i do have my own reasons. I wont stop. I’ll write everything that crosses my mind, my mind wanting to explode. From Cavite to Manila. Wherever I go, mindful things never failed to leave me, even for a minute. Start. ok, so i did start seconds ago. Write.
work.
My day wasn’t good, scolded by my boss because of that livelihoods. More of my fault, he’s the boss nga eh! kulit kulit kasi noh. Still, thankful to my workload cause it gives my day a different path, a lot better than the path i choose every night (i am being consistent here, what path? emotions that can cause a breakdown, of course, i wont be having a nervous one) anyway, LEAP YEAR. for all those who know me, there will be a fourth year celebration…. enough. february seems the best and worst month for me.
family.
cant say how good but then worst—FAMILY. i really wont stop, i wont let anyone stop me. my father has a cancer. yes, hate to think but it’s the one really bothering me and the rest of my family, who wouldn’t be bothered? sigh…. (little stop). and now, issues started between siblings, perfect moment to wish that we were all young again. stay young and have little fight, fights when you get older feel bad.
chorvas.
the past two trainings we had were both successful. met and entertained exclusively for a week, take note, one each training. un un eh! mr raveesha and mr nik. NIK is very different, aside from being a muslim, super demanding! he brought me to baywalk! my first time there honestly. here’s me and my nik:
really my nik huh? no he isn’t mine, he’s married. like what i told him, we we’ll never see each other again but i am very happy that once in my life i met a wonderful person.
friends.
i know i have lots of friends. right now, i want jefferson to remember me. a simple message of how am i doing will be highly appreciated, yet i heard nothing. hmph. least person i expected to respond to my not-so-good-night-everynight was yets. magparamdam ka parejoy! wanna see a movie with mav. she’s quite busy also. it’s getting late. have to stop, but i cant.
other matters.
my yahoo mail account has 984 unread message. that is how busy i am. not to mention my other yahoo mail account (the formal) and my mac account. another thing. mac. haven’t fully utilized yet. i need a break to do all things i need to do for myself.
i am so tired. physically and emotionally.
i am wondering who can help me???
OR
what can i do?
now im jaded….
i’ll get back to you.. here.. i promise.
despite the heavy work and mindful things.. i promise.
i will have a new entry. there are lots of things stored in this life. want to bare them all out. sucks man.
but i really do need to say, write or anything.
indians, work, family, heart, friends, clothes. this week.
It’s quite along time since my movie buddy mav had our last full show. Anyway, i never thought Bee Movie was that good. Super nice! The computer animated film was a success, we almost missed that one, Gateway and SM West are the last two cinemas in qc offering that movie.
- Some cute parts in the movie:
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- Three days in college
- Does anyone know how to fly a plane? - line from a movie
- Cow to mosquito: you’re a lawyer too? Mooseblood: Maam, I was already a bloodsucking parasite, all i need was a briefcase!
- The Ralph Lauren sweater and no pants
- Winnie the pooh’s honey (hunny) was confiscated
What I think is missing in the movie? -music
