Friendster Exporter is taking too long to download my blogs, so I decided to just do this the old way, that is to cut and paste. I guess my entries therein need to find a new home now. I wonder if friendster is about to close. Anyway, here are some of my entries there:
THE “ONE” August 8, 2007, 10:51 pm
Stranded. “It’s just a little crush”. I’ve dug my own pit, a bottomless one at
that. I could blame nobody for my
downfall but myself.
that. I could blame nobody for my
downfall but myself.
At the onset, I was pretty
damn sure of it that I was willing to risk everything. My money, my pride,
EVERYTHING! ! ! I was given a choice. Somebody
at my back was already frantically flapping his wings and screaming “your false
persistence will get you nowhere! Retreat while you can!”, but the hard-headed
me ignored those warnings. I chose to heed to the red-bodied guy’s
enticement! BIG MISTAKE!!
damn sure of it that I was willing to risk everything. My money, my pride,
EVERYTHING! ! ! I was given a choice. Somebody
at my back was already frantically flapping his wings and screaming “your false
persistence will get you nowhere! Retreat while you can!”, but the hard-headed
me ignored those warnings. I chose to heed to the red-bodied guy’s
enticement! BIG MISTAKE!!
I’ve always considered
myself a risk taker. I don’t want to
live a life of “what ifs”, hence I do things, the thinking just comes later.
However, this experience taught me that bravery is sometimes, well, just not
enough. You have to think a thousand
times or more before you make a decision. A misstep may transform your life entirely and rewind is a no-no. A chance to change things will forever remain
an impossibility. Thus, you learn to
live by your decisions and make do with whatever is already there. And that’s what I’m doing now. This is something beyond my control already. I just have to treasure the lessons of this momentous
episode in my life and eventually be thankful and learn to smile, an authentic
one.
myself a risk taker. I don’t want to
live a life of “what ifs”, hence I do things, the thinking just comes later.
However, this experience taught me that bravery is sometimes, well, just not
enough. You have to think a thousand
times or more before you make a decision. A misstep may transform your life entirely and rewind is a no-no. A chance to change things will forever remain
an impossibility. Thus, you learn to
live by your decisions and make do with whatever is already there. And that’s what I’m doing now. This is something beyond my control already. I just have to treasure the lessons of this momentous
episode in my life and eventually be thankful and learn to smile, an authentic
one.
All these I attribute to a
person known to some of you. Chance was
so evasive for the both of us that our paths never crossed. Distance, differences, all the barriers were
there, until now. It came at the most
unexpected moment. Fotahnang JENNIFER
PAIGE yan!!! It’s because of you that I
lost in a bet. I thought you were Nicki
in “Heroes”. Pukshet! I received the greatest humiliation of my
life last night. Now I have to suffer
the consequence. Huhuhu, Faye gehl, yun
na talaga ang kailangan kong gawin???! Hala gudlak sa akin. Don’t worry,
may word of honor naman ako e, tsaka di umaatras sa dare, sinungaling nga lang
ako!!! Bwahahaha.joke.
person known to some of you. Chance was
so evasive for the both of us that our paths never crossed. Distance, differences, all the barriers were
there, until now. It came at the most
unexpected moment. Fotahnang JENNIFER
PAIGE yan!!! It’s because of you that I
lost in a bet. I thought you were Nicki
in “Heroes”. Pukshet! I received the greatest humiliation of my
life last night. Now I have to suffer
the consequence. Huhuhu, Faye gehl, yun
na talaga ang kailangan kong gawin???! Hala gudlak sa akin. Don’t worry,
may word of honor naman ako e, tsaka di umaatras sa dare, sinungaling nga lang
ako!!! Bwahahaha.joke.
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GENERATION “X” GENERATION
“Y”
“Y”
(1958-65)-(1975-81) (1976-1982)-(1995-2001)
1961-1981 1970’s-1990’s
Between
1965-1976 between
1977-1998
1965-1976 between
1977-1998
Source:Wikipedia
A
warning to those in denial of their age: before you continue reading, I want
you to remember your year of birth, you may have the same dilemma as I have… or
not =). Well actually, mulling over
trivial things is a hobby, rather than a habit, that I couldn’t seem to shake off.
warning to those in denial of their age: before you continue reading, I want
you to remember your year of birth, you may have the same dilemma as I have… or
not =). Well actually, mulling over
trivial things is a hobby, rather than a habit, that I couldn’t seem to shake off.
Anyway,
I have often wondered to which generation I belong to. Am I defined by the year wherein I was born? So then, based on those years above, can I be considered a cusp? The last time I’ve checked the calendar was in 1991, so I guess I’m still 12 years old
up to this moment (hehehe, I’m not good in Math so I don’t know if I counted it
right…excuses..excuses..).
up to this moment (hehehe, I’m not good in Math so I don’t know if I counted it
right…excuses..excuses..).
Truth is, in two years time, give or take, I’ll be having my debut (30 years is the new debut age according to Joji. She just had hers. Sorry gehl, I had to announce
it.herk..herkk)
it.herk..herkk)
It never occurred to me that I’m no longer young, until now. In legal parlance, minors are those below 18 years of age. So yeah, reality may suck, but dung, I am way past young.
REALIZATIONS:
1) In a span of approximately 9 months, I’ve been to SEVEN weddings and take note, this time around I no longer solely go for the food and remained just a “sabit” of my parents. In those 7 occasions, the invitations were already addressed to “Ms. AREMTIDJIE”.
Some of those couples even asked me to sing for them although admittedly my alcohol-drowned brain overpowered me, hence, the right lyrics and melody took off, went to another dimension and left me with “WATERMELON lyrics” as my savior. But heck, that didn’t stop me, I had fun and real friends are forgiving (aha, uhuhm), plus the fact that my services were for free of charge (free lechon, that’s enough payment..herk..herk, actually bagag-nawong ra jud ko!) I dreaded having to wear dresses during those events more than having to render mushy tunes significant to the couple.
2) Evidently, I do belong to a different “era”.
I was once asked by a brod, while I was browsing his ipod, who my favorite artists are. I proudly retorted “ Oh, I love The Dave Matthews Band, Toad the Wet Sprocket, Gin Blossoms, Jars of Clay..blah..blah” and he said “Ah, those
90’s band.” Aaaarggh, I thought I was hip, but apparently to him those bands
were so yesterday!!
90’s band.” Aaaarggh, I thought I was hip, but apparently to him those bands
were so yesterday!!
3) This is a story that happened to a friend’s friend. Let us call her Friendtich. Friendtich is a teacher. One time, Friendtich was invited by her students to go out with them and have fun. They decided to go to a videoke bar. So they chose songs and so on and so forth. Come singing time. Friendtich got the shock of her life when the students asked her, “Ma’am, who is that Lisa Loeb? Whadapak?! “Stay?”. Duh, don’t they know it’s like a national anthem?!!! Obviously not. Dig this, Alanis Morissette is also nowhere in their music vocabulary. ALANIS IS GOD!!!!!!! Well, at least in the movie “DOGMA”.
4) If laughing hard could kill, I’d probably be dead by now. After years of letting the spiders build their cobweb kingdom in my room, I decided to fix some (it would take years before I could overhaul my entire room) of my stuff. I opened a box, which contains my collection of pictures (meaning those were pictures were taken way before the birth of digital cameras and yeah I’m too lazy to put them in albums) and saw how I used to look. From my skinny, very “negra”, “may bagyo ba sa labas hair” (which never changed up to this hour I’m typing this), Chuck Taylor days (my HS barkada all had this matching kind of shoes) to my DM’s and Gio Classics period, I was indeed, well, WEIRD (or is this an understatement?) Some things stay the same, I guess it’s just a different level this time.
Eventhough I’ve already traded my mojos for havaianas and crocs, I’ve remained an unconformist as they say. I’m comfortable with shirt and jeans. I no longer am skinny but having fats also has its advantages. What’s the point of having a model-type body if your chest can’t be distinguished with that of a
boy’s? Cleavage is in, man!
boy’s? Cleavage is in, man!
You see, we are not defined by the period in which we were born. It is the attitude of trying to adapt to changes that matter. Hey, I love “The Fray, Dashboard Confessional, Frou Frou, Snow Patrol” and other artists of this generation. If you’ve read my very first shout out, you’ll get what I mean. I’ll probably be a lola already and I may not be able to dance anymore due to arthritis but I’ll make sure I still know what’s going on around me. Do you think they’ll still have MTV by that time? hehe. So I say again “GENERATION WAAATT???!!”
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THE PURPOSE OF A TISSUE June 4, 2007, 6:17 am
Snort…Sneeze…Achooo…
God bless this very thin, white (the bleached type), soft, gauzy roll of paper that catches all (well, almost all) of the gooey stuff concocted by the active
exercise of this system which distinguishes us hailing from the Aetan descent
from our almost bloodless-colored brothers from the opposite side of the world.
After seemingly endless hours of burning the midnight oil, reality would suddenly hit you and make you realize that you have wasted so many hours of sitting and understanding not a single sentence from the hair-splitting notes of Atty A. (identity undisclosed for his reputation’s protection [murag!hehehe]).
Fact in point: The tissue suddenly acquires life and does belly dancing before you, boasting its imaginary coins…dangling…deafening. Waahhh, I won’t wait for it to utter a word. A scary thought, IT saying words you’d rather not hear! Delusional, a name tagged to me once, but ingrates usually lack authority, so, opinion ignored!
Back to the tissue. I wonder who discovered this white (the common color), cottony (its texture has improved through the years), double or single-ply material? Was it in response to the call of nature, meaning was there scarcity of water in the area that he had to mess up with the true function of trees and give birth to another
purpose for the latter…to wipe his muck???!!!! Poof..or should it be poop?!,…Aaahh, a substitute for: (1) water (not always readily available); (2) leaves (so primitive but true. Caveat: if you wish to have green marks on your butt then use this); (3) paper (too hard, causes rashes and print marks [for those who opt for newspapers]). Ergo, the tissue was born (or so I say). Hey, do your own research. This is just a product of boredom.
Continue…continue..
Which leads me to another question- “Why do bathroom tissues come in a roll?”. And what’s with the hard paper in the middle? Hence, I had to travel to the world of the unknown. In my quest for the answers to the said mind-boggling questions, the following I have discovered: (1) It was made that way for pragmatic purposes (I don’t have to dwell on that); and (2) for a very important cause—it was made to bring joy to the hearts of the kids (okay, who am I kidding? sa akin pala. hehehe) Imagine, without the hard-paper-in-the-middle of the tissue, what are we going to use as telescopes when we play “Peter Pan or Jack Sparrow pretend?” How can we chant “Hook…Hook…ikaw ay bulok??!” Connect more hard-paper-in-the middle of the
tissue and you’ll get a longer telescope (wow, ang galing sa Math!) …Or how about this? Can you imagine growing up without the “pretend this is a real telephone with string as a conductor” game (fine, this was only during my time [fotah, grabe ang sense ng pinagsasabi mo pare!])? Iligo mo lang yan choi!
tissue and you’ll get a longer telescope (wow, ang galing sa Math!) …Or how about this? Can you imagine growing up without the “pretend this is a real telephone with string as a conductor” game (fine, this was only during my time [fotah, grabe ang sense ng pinagsasabi mo pare!])? Iligo mo lang yan choi!
Fast Forward..
We all know there are other types of tissues. Those in boxes are often found
in cars. It is not solely for aesthetic reasons but for precautionary and safety purposes as well. It’s not because it is weird to have a roll-up tissue on your dashboard, rather it is more of ensuring that un-O.C. people would remain alive. It takes not more than a second for this specie of beings to have the tissue all over the place. Bear this in mind: it is not easy to drive with a tissue hanging from your wiper. It is even more difficult if it covers the entire windshield.
in cars. It is not solely for aesthetic reasons but for precautionary and safety purposes as well. It’s not because it is weird to have a roll-up tissue on your dashboard, rather it is more of ensuring that un-O.C. people would remain alive. It takes not more than a second for this specie of beings to have the tissue all over the place. Bear this in mind: it is not easy to drive with a tissue hanging from your wiper. It is even more difficult if it covers the entire windshield.
However, if I were made to choose which type of tissue I cannot live without, it would probably the kind which fits in one’s bag. Not the “Joy-pull-up” type (sobrang kaunti nun), but the one that comes in the “Expressions” package. My favorite is the blue colored one with the sun and moon design. It serves many purposes. You can bring it anywhere and use it for anything. To exemplify: you can use it for wiping the excess ketchup on your mouth or your date’s lips (a trick which most women employ [I find it gross] or for wiping the area that often gets wet and is unseen unless intentionally shown (hey, I’m referring to the area between your toes. .tsk… tsk.. don’t use your imagination too much!) or any unexpected scenario which might need the aid of this thing we don’t pay too much attention to…THE TISSUE.
So, never, ever underestimate the power of the tissue. You just don’t know when you might need one.
-UHUGING LUHA-
P.S.
Ang pumatol sira-ulo din.hehehe. La akong pakialam sa grammar. La akong
pakialam kung walang sense. Lang pumilit sayo na magbasa neto.Bored ako, anong
pakialam mo?! Peace out!!
Ang pumatol sira-ulo din.hehehe. La akong pakialam sa grammar. La akong
pakialam kung walang sense. Lang pumilit sayo na magbasa neto.Bored ako, anong
pakialam mo?! Peace out!!
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