Friday, September 4, 2009


Alright, alright...I heard you all...I'm fed up with your reminders to do this, that, those, etc.

I'm no kid. I'm 20-something already, so please stop those ear-ringing memory aids, besides my neurons are way too far to senility.

So before I hear again the homily of must-do with myself, I'm making this September resolution. I hope this pledge will calm down all your nagging chops.

To my nanay and tatay, I know you're very concern with my health. With more than one week stay of nanay with me, I know that she made a comprehensive report to my tatay about my goings-on with every tiring day of my life. I am very sure that biggest issue now is with my internet obsession. Yes, I am guilty with it. I knew that you're watching my sleeping habits nanay. I was aware that you're spying at me on what time I go to bed. And I knew that you're very upset that even though I have a work at six am I'd go to bed around 4am. I understand you.

To my sissy number 1, okay, though I sometimes feel that you're on my side, I am confident that you're the silent scout. Yes, and more to that you're the horn blower to our parents' grievance. I'm pretty sure about your side comments and sarcasm. Though I could feel your concern about my eating lifestyle, I'm still certain that you'd point out to tatay that I was getting to lazy about it.

To my sissy number 2, okay we had a whirlwind just couple of months ago, but I know that you love me very much. But sissy, lemme remind you that I'm no longer the 7-year old boy that you used to bathe, clean, cut nails, and do over-all hygiene. The control is all mine. So please stop nagging on me about my filthy place, my unkempt things, and my filthy dresser. Alright?

To my sissy number 3, jeez you're very far, far away from me, but I could hear your scream. Ohmigod, sometimes I don't want to go online 'coz for sure imma see all screams on the screen. Ate, I know how to take care with my uberly cool body. Okay, you're right that I'm not eating on time, but it doesn't mean that I'm still the higgledy-piggledy boy.

So stop all these, here's my resolution.

* Promise I'll give myself a break. I'll sleep on time or better say at least six hours of dozing per day. Is that okay? It's a promise.

* I'll put limits with my internet craze, uhmm, maybe 2-3 hours a day and maximum of five hours during my off days. Agreeable?

* I'll eat a lot. Yep, I can assure you that I'd be gaining pounds in a month. I'll properly schedule my meals in regard to my shifting schedule. If my rotation is from 10pm to six am, I'll be having dinner before going to work and breakfast before going back to house. I'll set my alarm clock for lunch and then would continue my sleep until snack time.

* I'll be doing some exercise, but working out is out of my plan; it's just another strain on my body.

* Lastly, I'll be a good boy, the son, the brother that you used to know. Love you much and miss you all.

P.S. many thanks for the u all

Wednesday, September 2, 2009



Wahehehee, gotcha fella!

Alright, let’s get loose with these music videos, the newest fad in Pinoy’s music industry….drums rolling!

(This is for our kababayans who are homesick, a dose of excitement on what’s happening here in Pinas).

I’ve been hearing this song on the radio since last month especially during my jeepney trips going to work. Of course, I got bewildered (surprised, shocked, confused…) with the song. What the heck that Wonder Girls' nobody is keep on airing though the only graspable part of the song is during the chorus; the “nobody, nobody but you” and then clap (lmao). But no wonder, I remember some of my friends during college got hooked up with the Taiwanese F4 songs, hehehe, only means that pinoys are very adaptable and movable (as easy as osmosis). Because of that craze, I googled the girl group and found out that in most of their performances they lip synced the English part of the song; the“nobody-nobody-but-you" part. But to be fair, this girl group caught my attention with their fashion and “face” value. They all look fresh (and virgin too) and their fashion statement is so different from what I'd anticipated before seeing their videos. I thought they’d follow the fad of pussy cat dolls or would look like our local kitty girls. But they flaunted their beauties in retro style, which I consider better (and unique) than the usual copycat girl group’s almost-nude trends. “Winks”

Hold on to your seat buddies, this song will definitely make your eyes to roll 360 degrees and your body to on spin on the ground with laughter.

Move over Parokya’s This guy is in love with you pare”. Puke or do whatever that may suit you buddy.

What can you say? Hahahahahaha!

Monday, August 31, 2009



"Hare Krishna Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama
Rama Rama Hare Hare"
There was a time during my college days wherein i was really frantic about the school jam..My classmates had noticed that i look filthy with my unkempt hair, puffy eye bags, and with my unorganized things. Stressed! Stressed! Stressed! Then one of my classmates pulled me back and took me to the cavern-like spot in our school. "Hey, want to straighten your messy life"? She asked. I was in full amazement with her question and i took a moment to think through if my life was indeed so bad. She also paused for a moment as if she was waiting for the right timing (until my delirious face was turned back to normal) and then she started to disclose her little secrets about "happy life". I couldn't believe that someone like her was talking to me about "happiness and peace" blah blah for i had the prejudice thought about her - "weird and filthy". But she's persuasive, i was convinced to attend a yoga class with her.

It was a mid afternoon under the shady tress and grassy purview near the soccer field and the bunch freakazoids were sitting on the ground in a circular manner. There was one person playing a mini drum with goatskin cover and another person was holding a maracas-like instrument.The headmaster of the group invited me to sit beside him. He had a serene face and he talked in a calm manner. He commenced the activity by a short lectures about yoga and its principles ,and after that we started the sanskrit chant in air with drums and maracas for a humble entreaty.

"Yoga: union with the ultimate. The purpose of yoga is to lead to a silence of the mind. This silence is the prerequisite for the mind to be able to accurately reflect objective reality without its own subjective distortions. Yoga does not create this reality, which is above the mind, but only prepares the mind to apprehend it, by assisting in the transformation of the mind – from an ordinary mind full of noise, like a whole army of frenzied and drunken monkeys – to a still mind."

The first time gathering was followed by another and another...and I was able to recite the lengthy superfluous chant on the Buddha beads. I succeeded in absorbing all the external forces around me and in detaching myself to the world. Until one day...
Someone knocked at my door and gave me a test about faith...

Because of the conflict in faith, i slowly withdrew myself from the group and started all over again. But Yoga has thought me a lot of lesson. It's not only about the relaxation and comfort that you can gain but the technique of having a peace of mind that really matters. So at times that i feel so bad bad bad, i take a moment and practice yoga.

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Nights like this, I would usually walk around the city streets and entertain myself with the city lights...

Nights like this, I would usually stay in front of the computer and chat with my friends...

Nights like this, I would usually just kill the boredom.

Every man dies, but not ever man lives. I strongly agree with this thought because there were times, a lot of times, which I felt like my life was breathless; breathless of smiles and candid laughter. It seemed like I was a walking dead doing my routine -work-house-work house and I overlooked the simple things about life. Last week, I received a memo for information and compliance about my job reassignment. It says there that I will be transferred to ICU. I thought of it as a simple cross-training program, but darn it was a transfer of unit. After knowing this news, I consulted my seniors about the pros and cons of my turn-over and majority says that it would be a great help for my career advancement. But the thing that really worry me reflect from my colleague's statement, "magiging autistic ka na naman dun". I assent with this distasteful testimonial because it's quite hard for me to find chums at work. I have a blissful six months stay at my hardcore unit, and now it's coming to an end.
We don't know what lies ahead and life is a touch and go.

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Tonight, I am preparing myself for another chapter of my life...

P.S. I missed laughing out loud with my chums...

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