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Friday, December 28, 2012

12 Best Books of 2012: Don’t Judge a Reader with the Books He Read. :)

Who would have thought that 2012 will end in three days? If you are still reading this, let us all celebrate that the Mayans screw up. Haha.

If there is one thing that really made me so happy this past year, without a single hesitation, it is the books that I’ve read. Books have been my company most of the time. I am thankful that this page never turned into a book blog. I am grateful for friends who motivated me to read. For people who suggested good titles. And specially to PM who shared this madness with me. :D

So before we move to a different year, let me share you the 12 Best Books that I’ve read this year. And I never thought it will be this tough. I finished 37 books, and it is tough sorting them. For more boring stuff, please click the link. :D

In no particular order:

1. Para Kay B – I guess this is the only Filipino Book that made the list. I admire its originality. Definitely, its ending is something you have to get ready for.

2. The Rise of Nine – People might think that I am just placing it here because I am a big Lorien Legacies fan. However, if you are following the life of Four, you will know that this baby here is the best one thus far. It is exciting. It has richer plots. It doesn’t talk much about love, lols. There are a lot of things happening, and a book with a lot of things happening will always be on top of my list.

3. The Book Thief – One of my favorite books for 2012. As PM said, every book lover must read this one.

4. Catching Fire – Reading the Hunger Games Trilogy one book after another really made me realize that this is really the best one out of the three. Well, Book One was okay. Book Three slightly bored me.

5. Fifty Shades Darker – Come to think of it, I am getting too into trilogies. LOLs. Like Catching Fire, this one is the best of the three books. It is sexier. It is more interesting. And definitely, Christian Grey here is on fire. :D

6. The Perks of Being A Wallflower – You will love a book because of what it does to you. When I finished this earlier this year. I remember going immediately out of the building just to smoke. This one is too intense. Its too depressingly good. :D

7. Kafka on The Shore – My first Murakami book. It was a challenge reading this one but it was so awesome that you have to find ways to get to understand it. Murakami’s words were so fluid. This book is epic.

8. Norwegian Wood – This is the Favorite Book of 2012. Haha. I never anticipated that I will fall in love with this. I love Midori. I love the scene with the umbrella in the rain. I love its words. Oh my, I will definitely re-read this one. Probably, a hundred more times.

9. Battle Royale – Maybe this was the reason why I never loved The Hunger Games. Since this was written way before the latter was published, I appreciated how different and bloody this book is. Once you read this, The Hunger Games will be nothing. Oh my, I don’t have a link for this. LOLS. :D

10. The Catcher in the Rye – I am placing this on my list because of Holden. Holden and his little sister will always be amazing. :D

11. Water for Elephants – Tell me how can you not love this books. It was set on a Circus. It has weird characters. It has an awesome love story. It had an elephant who speak Polish. This book is so Astig! And, I always imagine how hot Jacob can get.

12. Thirteen Reasons Why – Since I am into books that will always make me feel that the sky will fall down on me, this book completes the list. I am placing it here because of Clay. Clay has been an awesome character. He deserves some recognition for his tenacity.

How do you find my list? Haha. I can’t wait to read more books on 2013!

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Merry Christmas from The Orange Wit!

I noticed that my last post was about all my office rants. Embarrassing! Thankfully, it got sorted out three days after my supervisor started bullying me and my new officemate.

Lately, I have nothing interesting to write about. Most of the time, I am too lazy to even open my blogger account. I guess it happens to everyone so like Olivia Culpo who won Ms. Universe, I have no regrets. :D

I’ll be spending my Christmas Eve at the office. Boo! But I’ve been doing it for the past seven years so I can’t complaint at all. Before everything gets mayhem tomorrow, let me greet everyone a Merry Christmas! May all your heart’s desires be granted and may this season bring you a happier vibe!

You are all awesome! Also, this is my 300th post. Yey! Who would have thought? :D

Happy Holidays! :D

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Rogue



I am known as the rebel here in the company.

I don’t follow instructions easily. In situations where I noticed something wrong, expect me to be to be the first person to complain right away. In events where I really don’t agree with something, you can peel all the epidermis in my body and I will still stand on what I believe in.

I am the person who will not care. I am the leader of the opposition. I always have something to say.
In return, I make sure that all the things I need to do will be finished right away. If my superiors will ask me something, even though I don’t want to do it, I will still comply. I remember when I was still an agent, I never go into after shift meetings/unpaid OTs but I still make sure that my stats will be pleasing enough in order for my Managers to never complain.

I can be a pain in the neck. Hence, I will still be an asset to any team.

However, we all have limits. We sometimes get to the point where our system will never connect to all the things surrounding us. And after three years of tolerating all the diverse situations and people at the work place, I know I’ve reached it.

An asset has now turned into a liability. And in days where everything seems too mayhem to remain sane, I can assure you now that I had enough.

Friday, December 14, 2012

Sta Mesa Chronicles Part 2: Ang Caroling sa Bisperas



Sanay na ako sa opisina magpasko. Dati akong ahente sa call center. Automatic, kahit ayaw mo, kailangan mong masanay na habang ang iba ay nagbabatian, nagbebeso-beso at kumakain na ng masarap na pagkain pagpatak ng alas dose ng hating gabi, ikaw nagcacalls.

Ngunit nung bisperas ng pasko noon, at hindi ko na maalala bakit naiwan kami ni Jazmine mag isa sa buong boarding house. At dahil dalawa kaming working student na naiwan sa bahay, wala kaming ginawa buong gabi kung hindi planuhin lang kung paano kami makikikain ng noche buena sa kapit bahay. Haha. Sa mga oras ng kagipitan, si Jazmine ang maasahan mo sa usapang abilidad. Haha.

Pinlano naming mag stay sa tapat ng bahay. Pagusapan lahat ng mga bagay na napagusapan na namin dati pa at tumawa ng tumawa dahil dun lang kami magiging maingay dalawa. Pag maingay kami, mapapansin kami ng mga mababait naming kapit bahay, tatanungin bakit hindi kami umuwi? Sasabihin namin na maaga ang pasok namin bukas. Tapos yayayain nila kaming kumain sa kanila. At ayun, Merry Christmas na! Haha.

Habang nakatambay kaming dalawa. Isang binata ang lumapit sa aming dalawa bitbit ang kanyang gitara. "Magandang gabi, pwede bang mangaroling?" Nahinto ang harutan namin ni Jazmine, nagtinginan sa isa't isa, at nagisip kung totoo ba ang nasa harap namin.

Tinignan ko ang binata. May itsura. Parang istudyante sa PUP. Tinignan ko ang aking kaibigan, nginitian, alam na niya ang nasa isip ko. Dalawa lang kami sa buong boarding house at since alam naman namin na parang nagpaparamdam na, aarte pa ba kami? Haha.

Yun nga lang, seryoso si Kuya sa pagkanta ng Christmas Song so cancel na ang maitim na balak. Haha. Hinayaan nalang namin na kumanta siya. Ang pasko ay pagbibigayan. At dahil bisperas na, kailangan na talagang magbigay sa mga nangangaroling. Madami na kaming hiningan ng tawad at ngayon, hindi na uubra yun.

Sinimulan ni Kuya ng Pasko na Sinta Ko. Hindi niya tinapos. Hindi daw niya alam ang chords. Haha. Hanggang sa kumanta na siya ng Always Be My Baby ni David Cook. Tinapos na niya. At sinundan pa din niya ng napakaraming kanta na hindi ko na maalala. Lahat alternative. Lahat bahay sa boses niya. Lahat nakakainlove ayiiee...

Pagkatapos ng private performance ni Kuya. Nagrequest na si Jazmine na kantahin niya ang Let's Get Lound ni JLo. Ganoon talaga siya. Biglang ipapasok ang comedy sa mga sandaling kilig na kilig ka na. Pumasok si Jazmine sa kwarto para kumuha ng pera. Habang ginagawa niya yun, nagkwentuhan kami ni Kuya.

Naiwan din siyang mag isa sa boarding house nila at sa kadahilanang mamatay na siya sa boredom, naisipan nalang niyang mag caroling. Nawala na ang boredom niya, nagkapera pa siya. Style. Parehas kaming galing Muntinlupa. At parehas kaming mahilig kumanta. Ewan ko ba, pakiramdam ko, sa mga oras na iyon, hindi na lalamig ang pasko ko. Nagyaya na siya sa boarding house nila, isang oo nalang, Mering merry na talaga ang Christmas. Asa harap ko na siya, konting landi nalang, alam ko na magiging akin na siya... hanggang lumabas si Jazmine.

"Ayan na nga ba ang sinasabi ko eh." Kutya niya.

Natawa nalang ako. At hinayaang lumayo ang binatang may dalang gitara. Curfew daw. Hindi ko alam ang pangalan niya, o ang numero ng telepono. Pero sa mga sandaling iyon, alam ko na hindi na iyon mahalaga.

Ang pasko ay para sa pamilya, at sa mga sandaling iyon, kahit malayo kami sa mga pamilya namin, may isa akong kapatid na hindi ko magagawang iwan mag isa para sa isang lalaki kakikilala palang. Pamilya si Jaz, at hindi na mababago yun.

Maligayang Pasko!

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Roses


What's in a name? That which we call a rose,
By any other name would smell as sweet.

-Juliet Capulet

WHITE: Tradition dictates that all guests offer a rose to the departed. I stood on queue among neighbors and friends of Moments’ family who was in front of the altar howling because of his father’s death. The atmosphere was heavy. It was dramatic. While the choir sung the most haunting song I've ever heard, I forced my eyes to stop crying.

                Things could have been easier if Jazmine was with me. We could have ridiculed at the environment I trapped myself in. However, he was not there. And as I near the altar, I knew that things could have been worst. It was devastating seeing an entire family in pain. The hurt they felt was so contagious and though I told myself to maintain composure and grace, when I hugged my friend, it felt like that the sky will fall anytime.

RED: I was on another queue. It was the eve of the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe. I held a red one this time. It goes with an envelope where I placed a hundred bucks as love offering. As I concentrate at the image of the virgin in front of me, I contemplated on the things that I want her to hear. I prayed for my family, my friends, and all the people dear to me. I ask for mercy, prosperity and guidance. I lift up to her all the things that bother me – from my fears, insecurities, self doubt and all the pain. I inquire for forgiveness and I wished for peace.

            Though it was already midnight, the air was warm. Her presence made me more optimistic. Her love made me feel safe.

BLUE: Boy, another roommate from Sta Mesa, left the house early. He told me that it was Valentine’s Day and he needs to be early at Dangwa to get the freshest flowers he can get. I thought he will get several red flowers to give to our entire lady neighbor. He did last year. But when he returned home, all he had in his arms were two dozens of blue roses. It was the one of the prettiest thing I've ever seen. Afterwards, he started giving the blue flowers to all of our neighbors which made them appreciate him more. And when he placed one at my bedside table, it made me appreciate Boy more.

ORANGE: Where did you get the money to buy this? I told him while I stare in fascination at the orange  long stem rose in front of me.

You thought I cannot get you anything special for your birthday because I am a student, right? He said.

No, it’s not like that, I just didn't expect that this thing is for real. I see it in books and on Wikipedia but I never expect that you can get it somewhere here in Manila. I continued staring at the rose. Seriously, its presence was hypnotizing. I touched the petals and I can’t stop smiling. Best. Birthday. Gift. Ever.

I’m glad you liked it.

No, I don’t like it. I love it.

And, I love you. Happy Birthday.

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The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.

-Thomas Haynes Bayly

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Report Card 2012

Gillboard posted his Report Card for 2012. I created mine last year and when I saw that his post, I feel frightened. 2012 was really not a good year for me. It was also not bad. However, knowing all the mishaps I’ve been through this year, even though I haven’t started this grading sheet, I know I failed already.

The past is already here to haunt me. And a blogger needs to do what a blogger needs to do, so without further ado, let’s do this!

CAREER 80% (2011 – 90%)

I worked for the same company for three years. It was the longest that I’ve been through in any institutions. I should be happy, but part of me has been in the darker shade of things throughout the year. Instances happened where I just coasted along. I worked hard only for the pay and never aimed for something that will help me grow. Man, I am embarrassed.

Days transpired where I contemplated on resigning and just go back to the old industry where I came from. Negative thoughts succeeded to affect how I performed. This year, I was still the rebel in the company. And yes, I am still embarrassed with how things turned out.

SOCIAL LIFE 80% (2012 - 85%)

This year, all I wanted was to be alone. Maybe I went through a lot of stuff and I really never wanted anything, or anyone, distracting me.

Yeah, I made a lot of friends for sure, but I also lost some of them.

Believe me, it happens.

LOVE LIFE 70% (2011 - 78%)

Another year of single-blessedness. LOL.

I’d rather be alone because I don’t want anything distracting me, never expect that there may be an increase this year.

BLOG LIFE 95% (2011 - 98%)

Thank goodness to blogging, there was still something I can be proud about. I survived another year maintaining this page and joining several blog groups and blog memes. I met a lot of awesome writers, dreamers and friends who motivated me to make every post worth writing.

I appreciate every single one of them.

Compared to last year’s stats, definitely, this year was way better. I still need to work on my grammar, though. Well, what the heck?

SAVINGS 70 % (2011 - 75%)

I failed last year and this year. This trend should stop, and as I write this down, I am already planning how I can make next year better.

HEALTH 80% (2011 – 80%)

I promised that I will work on my smoking this year and it never happened. Though, I never been hospitalized, I knew that my body became weaker. The only thing that I will promise is to make sure that this section will improve next year

AVERAGE 79.16 %


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I failed big time this year. Now, the only thing that I am thankful for is the strength this activity gave me in acknowledging how weak I became in all aspects of my entirety. There is definitely nothing to be proud of but, as always, there is something to be optimistic for.

Though 2012 was an epic failure, the year also thought me loads of lessons that motivated me to do better next year.

All I can hope now is that the world will never end on the 21st. I still have plans. The dreams are stills there for them to be realized. And no matter how embarrassing writing about it was, I won’t give up.

What is your grade for this year?

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Cheaters



How the three of us were tangled still made me grin.


The two of them were married two months before He and I met. I was 23, he was 22 and she was 33.

I worked as a QA in a call center, then.  She was a teacher. And he was on his last year on college where all of his classes started at four in the afternoon.

Our normal day was like this.

Since she and I worked on different shifts. They will leave their house at seven in the morning, while I was on my way home. Our houses were blocks away. He will wait for me at the same waiting shed where she left him.

Then, we will go to their house. We will eat together at the same table where he will lie to her that he doesn’t want to have breakfast. Then, he will let me sleep at their bed. At three PM, I will accompany him to school. After his class (around eight PM), he will drop by our house, I will go to work while he waited for her at the same spot I left him

He was nice. Every time I woke up, he will get me a glass of water, and then he will tell me to sleep again. In moments where I used to have difficulty in sleeping, he will lie down beside me, hugged me, and then sung a lousy version of my favorite song. It was Everywhere I Go by Katherine Mcphee. If she had part time job on Saturday, he and I will go to the market, and then we will cook pasta for our lunch making sure that there will be no leftovers so that she will never notice. Sometimes, we go to the mall, play in the arcade, and then watch a movie while our hands were locked together. We just enjoyed ourselves. The two of us spent each day laughing at how she nagged at him and her silly antics. We will walk the streets of Sta Mesa without even thinking where we will go. We will try all the street foods at Teresa and compare which one taste best knowing that they all stay the same. That was how corny we turned out to be.

 Hence, like any other complicated relationships, what we had never last. Being happy was never enough. While we were sitting at PUP’s lagoon, we realized how worst we became. He started lying to her just to be with me. I started questioning myself if what we have was right. And the two of us made a lot of enemies starting from neighbors who loved to gossips up to my friends who kept asking me why I even let it happen.

Though we were both happy, we realized how weak we can get.

Our breakup was fast. It  happened via SMS. After a year of being in cloud nine amidst the hell that surrounded what we have, one day he just realized how much he loves her, and then I realized how stupid I became. I know it was wrong, but I still allowed it. I know he was the right one, but he was already taken. And though I’ve experienced being in a family where mistresses became a household name, I turned out to be one myself. Though it was hard to accept, I realized that it was best for both of us. Aside from there was nothing left to contemplate on, there was also nothing left to hang onto. We could continue, but if we did, we would make more mistakes, we would hurt more people, and we will just keep on hanging to the cloud that made us float. We will keep on flying until we fall into the ground so hard because we were so high above. We will continue being wrong.

On his breakup text, he said, sana mas maaga kang dumating, para hindi ako sa kanya, at habambuhay akong magiging sa iyo (I wish you came earlier, so that I will never be her’s, and I will be forever yours).

I'd read the last two words as Never Yours.


8: Tracy Chapman's Never Yours

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Friday, November 30, 2012

Choji



My reflection at the office window made me feel uncomfortable. It felt like seeing someone you don't know, and in a blink, you will realize that it was you – only way bigger.

I was glad I saw it.

And after so many years of being irresponsible with my food intake and not exercising, like a bad dream, it felt nice waking up.

I know. I can do this.

Friday, November 23, 2012

Eyes of The Emperor/Norwegian Wood Book Review

I finished two books this past week. My apologies for not even writing about them but I've been pretty lazy to even go online. I'm sure you don't mind.

Eyes of The Emperor is another loot from the Book Sale. I got it for PHP 70.00. It tells the story of an american soldier who has Japanese lineage during World War II. 

The conflict of the story is pretty interesting. After Pearl Harbor was bombed, most Japanese in the US experienced discrimination. And being Japanese who wants to serve the American army during that time can really get frustrating. Because of their ancestries, the Japanese soldiers were placed at the bottom of the army hierarchy (if there is such thing, im sorry) -- they were guarded, they were given the nastiest of jobs and they were placed in a mission that is really nothing but irrational. They were tasked to be targets for K-9 (dogs) units because someone was smart enough to propose that all Japanese individuals smells the same.

It is a good book. I guess because it has a theme that I haven't heard of, and it will teach you never to judge someone with the way they smell. 

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Norwegian Wood on the other hand is another Haruki Murakami classic. And right now, it is tied with The Book Thief as the favorite book for 2012. Haha.

It still has the same Murakami magic where he will blow your mind away with his words. He will make you think about the conflict in each's characters. And everything seems so fluid and so artistic it feels like you are reading a poem. Norwegian Wood is epic.

Now that I am writing this, I figured that it is sort of like the same with Veronika Decides to Die. But I love this book more. Because it has a positive feel at the ending where the book will teach you to be strong in spite of all the struggles you face -- especially losing someone you love. 

Murakami is really good, but you have to make sure that you don't read his books consecutively. :)

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Enjoy the rest of the weekend, everybody!

And yes, please see My Universe!

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Stereotypes and Bugs


I have two friends in Guadalupe aside from Roommate. For this blog, we will just call them Tita M and Cyclops. Tita M owns the salon in front of our boarding house, he is now at his mid fifties, his hair is long though it is close to disappearing and he is my companion every time I want to drink. Cyclops, on the other hand, is my housemate. Like Tita M, he also has long hairs and he drinks hormone pills to give him the extra shape on his bosoms. Cyclops is aware of his lustful acts, and out of the three of us, he is the type who will do everything to get the man that he wants.

The three of us were talking about the new guy in the neighborhood – Baker Boy (BB). BB used to work in a Gay Bar, his body is okay and at some angles, he can be considered cute. He is also a bastard. He will just stay in the salon, acting cute and hot and he will do everything for you to notice him, he asks Tita M for money to pay his gym expenses Tita M even said that he show his willy whenever he has the chance.

Shocked, I gave BB the benefit of the doubt. However, the two of them confirmed that they already saw BB’s willy and what make things more confusing was they thought that I already saw it. I just told them hindi ah, at wala naman akong intensiyon na makita yun.

They said, lalaki na nga ang gumagawa noon, ayaw mo pa? naging bading ka pa which made me post this on my FB page.

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When I accepted me, I prepared myself for the stereotype and the discrimination that straight people might shoot at me. However, I am not ready for the things that people like me may say. I am aware of my naughty and lustful side, and I am being honest when I say that it never shows up every time. It will not show when I am drinking with guys. It doesn’t appear when a random teenager invites me to his place on my way home. And it will never show if a bastard will just show his willy in exchange of a price. The idea is too extreme for me. And I am way better than that.

While someone like me thinks that you must grab every opportunity that may come your way, my mind will think of all the consequence with all my actions. While Cyclops formulates ways on how he can get his ways with my hot roommate, I always find ways to resist being tempted. And while Tita M pays for all the guys he sleeps with, I am already financial planning, thinking if the experience will be worth it. Most of the time, my head always tells me that it is not. Haha.

People must understand that though we are the same at some aspects, there are certain things that still differ. For me, I don’t have the guts. And I choose not to do such acts because most of the time, my conscience hits me. I really have no problems with what people do, if you are happy living your life the way you want to live it, then I will always be happy for you. But always stick to what is right. Always believe in your values. And if people do things differently, let them be. Mind your own business.

We will always try our best to be better than someone else. We will use everything we have to be unique. It may make us all the same but still, we have our own playing fields. Fight your own battles and never get involve in someone else’s.








Thursday, November 15, 2012

All I Want For Christmas Year 3!

Definitely, there is no stopping Christmas!

A year ago, I joined this cool activity where bloggers exchange gifts. It sounds out of this world. At first, I never even thought that it may happen, but it did. Who would have thought that I will meet my amazing blogger friends with the activity?

To continue the tradition, PM started another exchange gift activity. Yey! It is more meaningful this time because PM and I were already talking about it on Skype. Yes, we are excited. We already discussed who we can drag into the activity. And yes, since it’s been a year, probably we can have more people join the activity.

How does it work?

Okay, I will just tell you what I did last year. First you have to create a post where you will share your wish list. It is called the All I Want For Christmas post. Make sure your list is doable, minimum amount is PHP 200. After making your post, visit PM’s post here, and leave a comment. This will help her collect the names of the people who are interested to join.

On November 30, PM will post on her blog the pairs. Then the partners exchange gifts, you can send your gifts via mail, or you can meet your partner just like what Ayla and I did a year ago. If the instructions are still not clear, you can always check the mechanics on PM’s page.

The activity is really fun. Reading all the wish lists, knowing who is your partner and getting your gifts makes me more excited about the whole activity.

To my blogger friends, I am seriously hoping that you can join us this year. This is really a cool meet new people and gain more blogger friends. I can always testify to that. So please, please, pretty please, join us this year! It will make the spirit of giving more exciting.

Here’s my wish list. To my future partner, please be very good to me. Kidding.

Something small: Naruto Key Chains

Something big: A Big Orange Bag Pack:

Something cute: Akatzuki Mug

Something soft: Pillows will do.

Something techie: Flash drive.

Something fancy: Man, this is tough. Okay, Olay Total Effects facial wash. :D

Something (Orange):  Zen Zest Linen Sprays (The bottles are orange).

 Something wearable: Keffiyeh Scarf!

Something you need: I know I need a lot of things but I cannot think of one now. Damn! Okay, alarm clock!

Something you can use for work: Coasters. Don’t ask why. LOLS

Something sweet: Reese’s!

All I (really, really) Want for Christmas is: I lost my Power of Six book, oh well. That is what I really really want!

Merry Christmas Everyone!

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Sunday, November 11, 2012

Queues and Conversations


I used to share a room with two other people – they are brothers and they are both gay. It never started that way, Roommate and I shared the room for three months until his brother made a sudden decision to fly to Manila for work. The three of us are living together in one room for a month now.

I made a decision to move out.

When my Roommate's Brother (RB) moved in with us, I expected that the bills will be divided into three. Three people sharing one room should divide all the expenses between the three of them. I was also expecting that the bills will be divided into two people. RB doesn't have any job, yet. And since my roommate and I have been friends for quite a while now, I really don't want him having a hard time covering most of their expenses.

The latter option happened, and now my mind is perplexed.

It is really not my nature to dwell too much about money. My friends can testify how generous I can get. Obviously, the former option will work best for me. Less expense means more savings, right? All the people I talked to about the set up of our room agreed with the idea. However, when you know somebody pretty well and you consider each other as friends, my side of the story can be considered as selfish.

Roommate (RM) was in Galera when I talked to him about the set up. It was really uncomfortable talking about it. However, if we will not fix it now, we will suffer more. After I told him not to get offended, I went straight to my point.

Aren't we supposed to divide the expenses into three? You know, the rent, electric bills, etc ME.

The Electricity, I agree. However, for the rent, I don't. I am having a hard time sleeping. RM

Okay, that is fine. I'm glad we talked about this; at least it cleared the air. ME.

That is all I want. I just need to understand where he was coming from. Since the brothers sleep together in one bed, it is really difficult for them.

 We were quiet for a while, and then he continued.

If you are having a hard time with the set up, just tell me, we can move out.

I fix my stare on the screen, concentrating with what to say next.

Are you having a hard time na? ME

Nahihirapan akong matulog. RM.

That was my queue. I need to be careful with what I will say because it will define how the following days will turn out.

You guys don't need to move out, I have lesser stuff, and it will be easier for me compared to you both. ME.

I always believe that even the most sensitive of topics can be fixed with a good conversation. And I know with what happened, I know it will be the best option. It upsets me a bit, but it's something that I can't bear. What just frustrates me is that I have to move my things again, but I've done such a lot of times. Too much, that it has been a piece of cake.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

To The Right One,

I always wonder how the two of us will meet.
Maybe we will meet at a beach. While sitting alone at the sand staring at the horizon, you will seat beside me. You will ask me if I am waiting for somebody. Actually, I am, I am waiting for the sun to set. I will say. Confused, you will ask why. And then I will say, I love the color of the sunset – it's orange.
Maybe we will meet at a bar somewhere. I will be on my way home then we will bump into each other. We will exchange hellos. Then you will ask me to dance; I will say no. You will ask why; I will say I am leaving. You will ask me to have coffee instead; I will say yes. You will say you thought I was leaving; I will say that I will always have time for coffee.
It's insane, but maybe we will meet at a church. We will be force to hold each other's hands because of the Our Father song. While concentrating on my prayers, your index finger will rub my hands. Your right hand is soft, and I will feel the electricity surging into my soul. The prayer will be done, and you will grip my left hand before you let it go. I will look at you, and then will notice your eyes, and then we will exchange smiles.
It will be the best if the two of us will meet at a bookstore. We will fight over a book because it's the only copy left in the whole store. Both of us will not give in, and in the end, we will just agree that we will share.
I can fantasize about a lot of things. Imagine all the weird instances where our souls will meet. Only to realize that amidst all the idiosyncrasies, what matters is we will meet.
To begin with, let me start by saying that I am not the romantic type. I am really not good with flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals and all the sweet things that you may consider cherishing because of its sentimental value. Do not expect me to hold your hand and kiss your cheek in public because I always find that stuff awkward. Never expect too much because all I can do is give you is my very best. I may not give you stuff but I will show you how much you mean to me. I can get pretty good with words. I can write you a poem, sing your favorite song, try to cook your favorite food, and be interested with the things you are interested to. I may not give the PDA that you've dreamed for but you can always assure that I will be there for you. Good and bad, happy and sad, in victories and defeat, I swear, I will always be there.
I used to have a perfect image of you. Growing up, I always have a vision of what you will be like.
However, now, all that matters is that you will love me the way I will always love you. We will support each other's goals. Never question the time and the affection spent or not spent with each other. Though we may turn too complex for each other, we will compromise. We will understand. You will always love the people that I love the same way I will value all the people that matters to you.
And in moments where the two of us will be challenge, I swear I will do my best to hang on to love. I will fight with all my might in order to make things right. But make sure that we will face everything as mature individuals. We will talk things out, we will listen and never interrupt, and we will just try committing fewer mistakes afterwards.
I know that your presence will take a while. I've been waiting for quite a while now, and I am sure, I can wait a few more. I bet you are also tired of waiting but the universe will bring us together, all we have to do is just believe. While doing that, let's prepare ourselves for the big moment. Let's do our best to make sure that once we meet each other, our hands will fit perfectly.
Just take care of yourself. I am not there yet to get you water and feed you medicines when you are not feeling well.
I always pray for you.
And like always, I'll be saving all my love for you.
Forever and always,
LJ
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I was inspired to write this by Bagotilyo's post. You can read his letter to his future wife here.
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Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Sta Mesa Chronicles Part 1: Si Momentz at Si Jazmine


Okay, tagalog lang po. LOL.

Nung naisip kong sulatin ang mga kaartehan kaganapan ng buhay ko sa Sta Mesa, alam ko na sila ang unang dalawang taong isusulat ko. Sila sina Momentz and Jazmine, siyempre nick name lang nila yun. Honestly, mas pang babae pa ang pangalan ko sa kanila, pero sina Moments and Jazmine, mga babae na ngayon. LOL.

Nakilala ko sila sa pangalawa kong boarding house. Hanggang ngayon hindi ko maisip paano ba kami naging close. Siguro dahil sobrang magkakaiba kami, nabalanse namin ang isa't isa. Ako yung weird, si Momentz ang mean girl ang peg, tapos si Jazmine ang Ms. Congeniality, kapag magkakasama kami, automatic, parang amin ang Road 2.

Si Momentz, siya ang pinakaprangka sa aming tatlo, sasabihin niya lahat ng gusto niya, gagawin niya ang mga bagay na sa tingin niya ay tama, at kapag kinanti mo siya, siguradong gagawin niyang miserable ang buhay mo. Momentz graduated as a Salutatorian of his class. Matalino talaga si bakla, at hindi lang yun, magaling din siyang magproject sa mga pictorials. Si Momentz, mas maagang nag work sa akin. Siguro pagkatungtong palang niya sa Manila, naghanap na kaagad siya ng work. LOL. Kadalasan Momentz and I clash, clash meaning walang usapan ng pagkatagal tagal. Sobrang daming pagkakataon na nasubukan ang pagkakaibigan naming dahil sa mga ugali namin, pero ang mahalaga, naayos namin ang mga bagay bagay sa pagitan namin.

Si Jazmine naman, siya yung social butterfly. Siya yung mahilig magpatawa, laging patok ang mga jokes, at kapag humirit siya, sigurado kong tatawa ka ng wagas. Si Jazmine, siya yung mas sensitive sa aming tatlo. Umiiyak kapag nanonood ng Wish Ko Lang, kakantahin ang Let's Get Loud para antukin, at aarte ng wagas kapag inasar, pero bigla ka namang patatawanin. Basta, walang malungkot na sandali kapag kasama mo siya. Kapag nagaway kami ni Momentz, asahan mo, si Jazmine ang gagawa ng paraan para magkaayos kami.

Ilang beses din ata kaming muntikang mabarangay dahil sa mga tiliang nagaganap sa madaling araw. Ilang beses na rin naming dineny ang mga kalandian na ginawa ng isa't isa. Ilang ex ko na ang nakilala nila samantalang silang dalawa, puro "kaibigan" lang daw. Haha.

Hindi naman puro pagkakaiba ang mayroon  kami. Pare-parehas kaming breadwinner habang nagaaral kami, pareparehas kaming magmamahal ng wagas pero parang gusto lang ata sa amin ay maging kaibigan lang, at pare parehas kaming nangangarap ng mas magandang buhay. Pare parehas kaming maka Nanay,

Habang sinusulat ko ito, namimiss ko sila, ang matapang na hirit ni Momentz, ang mga jokes ni Jazmine na kailangan mong sakyan kung hindi maasar ka, at ang mga sandaling nagkukwentuhan lang kami ng matagal sa labas ng bahay namin. Isa lang ang totoo ngayon, kung may pagkakataon na kasama ko ulet silang dalawa sa bahay, hindi talaga ako magdadalawang isip.

Marami pang kwento ang Sta Mesa. At alam ko, ngayong napakilala ko na silang dalawa, madali ng isalaysay ang lahat.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Shooting Kabul Book Review

By: N.H. Senzai




I got the book for fifty bucks at the NBS book sale at Megamall. Isn’t that a steal? I never appreciated book sales because most of the books being sold there doesn’t fits my interest. However, reading Khaled Hosseini’s work made me more interested in the land-locked country. You can read my thoughts on Hosseini’s work here. For now, we will concentrate on Shooting Kabul.

What is it about: Shooting Kabul is a story about an Afghan family who left their country while the Talibans were still in power. It was all Walt Disney like until the youngest member in the family was accidentally left behind when they escaped. Yes, a six year old girl was left behind in Afghanistan while the Talibans ban a lot of stuff and make people miserable in their own country.

I want to think that this book is really how the family blamed themselves because of Miriam’s lost, however, almost every one who knows them told them that it was faith that the poor little girl got separated.

What I love about it: The main character in the book, Fadi, will impress you. He really beat the hell out of him when Miriam got separated. He was so persistent in getting her sister back. I also adore how important family to the Afghans, seriously, they have honors and codes that needs to be followed.

Fadi also has photography skills. He used this to get his sister back.

What I hate about it: Granted, I really don’t like the Talibans. I also like the fact that a Filipino was the bad guy in the story. Haha. Sorry, I’m patriotic. But I never expected how the book ended. Yes, it has a great conflict and you will be really curious about how will they get the girl back. When it ended, I was like, seriously? Is that it? Haha.



The book is an easy read. Definitely, your kids will like it. It’s a children’s book, by the way. Now, I am thinking why I get it. Haha.

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Sunday, November 4, 2012

How I Tolerate My Extended Family


There are things in life that you cannot choose – one of them is your relatives.

Compared to my mom's family, I am really not close with my Father's folks. When I was still a kid, I never really get excited every time I will meet them. Every time there will be a reunion or a gathering, I make excuses, but since my Mom told me that we are a "family," it still feel that being in such events will be an obligation.

I never understand my Father's family. In one of the events I attended, you saw them happily helping each other cooking dinner but after one part of the clan left the house, the rest will start talking about them. My mom and I will just exchange glances after I let out a sigh of how complicated our clan is.

In my family, everyone has secrets. And everyone's secrets will be revealed, either accidentally or intentionally. Someone will say something nasty behind his back and I really don't like that.

Extended family members can be really frustrating.

I have this uncle who now lives in California. After I saw him on Facebook, and since we are "family," I sent him t usual, Hi Tito, Kamusta? Only to be given an unexpected reply. After he said hello, he said, sino ang magulang mo? Okay, he doesn't know me, but maybe he just doesn't remember me, right? I was still polite when I said the name of my Dad. Finally, he remembered me. The next thing I ask was where he is residing in California? Since I used to work in a BPO, I have an idea of American geography, but he was nice enough to answer me, pag sinabi ko ba sa iyo, alam mo ba ito? I went offline after I read that.

I told my Mom what happened and she just kept on laughing while I told her how irritated I felt. She just reminded me to never talk to my Uncle again because that uncle has a nature of really irritating people even though he is not doing anything. True.

When I celebrated my birthday last September, while I was so happy with all the messages posted on my timeline, I noticed that my Uncle greeted me. He said, Happy Birthday Relative.

That one, I cannot pass. I remove my Uncle on my friends' list afterwards.

There are things in life that you cannot choose. One of them is your extended family. Though I know that I am at the stage of my life where I have the opportunity to change things, I'd rather not do anything with them. Because even though that they say nasty things behind each other's back and they don't know who is their relative or not, they are still family and they are part of the shadows that I need to embrace. 


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Thursday, November 1, 2012

Shadow Clones

A Round Table Challenge
 


It was dark. The air tear up every flesh I have. And the silence is haunting. My feet touched nothing. I was floating. I was dreaming.


I adjusted my stare on the void in front of me, three spotlights suddenly light up. One on my left, another on my right, and the last one glare in front of me. The lights were blinding, It made my eyes burn. Slowly, they started to flicker. I tried to close my eyes however there was something in the shimmering motion that kept me staring wide awake. The lights glittered faster. And there I stand, hypnotized, confused, and curious. Then, there was darkness.


Once the lights flashed up again, I knew I was on a nightmare. There were three individuals underneath the spotlight. They all look like me however their auras were different.


The one on my left has fire in his eyes. It carries all my pains, hatred and regrets. He stares wickedly. His grin frightens me. I knew that my version on the left doesn’t trust easily. He can get rude, condescending and selfish. Me on the left can be deceiving. He can break people’s hearts like smashing a mirror without bleeding his hands. Then, with a dark voice, he started to speak. I am the one you don’t want to be, but I am a part of you. And I am here to fight with you.

 

I looked away, and then focused on the individual on my right. He looks at me compassionately. I can sense his sensitivity, amiability and kindness. After he acknowledged my presence, he gave me a warm smile. He was nice, and I like him. He made me feel that I am on a Walt Disney film where everything is bright and sunny. He reminded me how I am with my family and friends – selfless. And I just want to stay with him. He gave me another pleasant smile before he said, I am the one you must continue becoming. And let me remind you, I am just here.

 

Finally, I stare at the person in front of me. We look the same, but he stood firm on the air we were trapped in. His eyes were cold as the arctic sea. It was powerful. His strength overpowers the two people on my left and right. I knew that his confidence intimidates people. I know that people consider him a rebel because of his i don’t care attitude. Without smiling, he said, I am the one you portray. And you must always remember that I will give you the strength you need.

 

Then, there was darkness.


The spotlight is under me now. And the three individuals shown before were now beside me. I looked at them again, trying to understand what was happening. The first one still looks at me with rage, the next one still has its kindness, and the last still look proud. Suddenly, the three embrace me. And as they enveloped me with their power, I now know what will happen next.


They will become me.




7. Jungian Concept of Individuation

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Geography

Okay, this will be naughty.

 

I’ve done it in the weird places. I’ve done it on a rooftop at Pureza, at a dark alley in Pateros, in a parked boat at San Juan, in a Girl’s Restroom at Pansol. But nothing beats doing it on a bus, haha. Oh my, this is too much information. LOLs.

 

Basically, I also have my naughty, lustful and adventurous side. Stories like where people did such never interests me much because obviously, I also have my own share of things that I am not really proud about.

 

So, when my friend told me that he did it on a MRT cart, during rush hour, and while the vehicle is really crowded. I really don’t know if I will believe him or not. Obviously, the first question will be how? Haha. But since I also have my fair share of nastiness, I know that all that happened in the poor MRT cart is something that involves the hands. Haha!

 

My friend then explained how it happened. The advantage of taking a ride  on a crowded MRT is that you will definitely be flesh to flesh with someone beside you. It will be hot. It will really be uncomfortable. And if you aren’t lucky enough, it will stink. Haha. Before this post get too SPG (Strong Parental Guidance), I will just let your imagination do its work in order to think how it happened. All I can tell you is that my friend pretended that the ride was bumpy in order to kiss the guy’s nape in front of him. Haha!

 

And, no. I am not encouraging this type of things. I was just really curious slash fascinated slash envious after hearing what my friend told me. Now, I am really thankful it never happened to me. Knowing how messy things can get, seriously, it is nasty. Haha!

 

Friends, if ever you feel the urge to do something with someone, I am begging, get a room. I understand that sometimes we can get adventurous and playful, but nothing beats it doing where it should really be done.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

My Murakami Experience

A Review on Kafka on the Shore
 
Thanks to Nyl for sending me his PDF files, and to PM for suggesting what book we should start with, I finished my first Haruki Murakami book.

Reading a lot of reviews about Murakami and his works, definitely, my expectations for the author reaches the sky. Seeing Sir Mots photo below, I know that the book will not be an easy read. 


Well, Murakami is challenging. It really is. I finished Kafka on the Shore in a week. Aside from reading the book in The Company, I know that if I quicken my pace, I will never understand it. LOL. Seriously, in order for you to appreciate Kafka on the Shore, you must really take your time.

I love Kafka on the Shore. I admire everything about it. Murakami’s writing style is outstanding. His keenness to details and how he uses his words makes imagining things easier. Even though the book is not an easy read, the way it was written makes things easier. That is if you are the imaginative type. :D



Kafka and Nakata’s story fascinates me. I remember posting something on FB that I was down on my last forty pages and I still don’t have any clue how the story will go. I was on the last three chapters and that was still my waterloo. Since this is the first Murakami book that I’ve read, I guess having a lot of cliff hangers was Murakami’s thing. I ended the book with a lot of questions about the book but I think Murakami ended it that way to make Kafka and Nakata’s story more magical. The readers decide what will happen next.

The characters were all interesting. However, Kafka and Hoshino were my favorites. Definitely, Kafka is someone that you will admire. His diligence and determination is really above par. He makes me tell my fifteen year old self how boring he was because while he was busy with school, Kafka is already running away from home, having sex with older woman and trying his best to be the stronger fifteen year old kid there is. Hoshino is so cool. Reading his part really makes me laugh. One of his highlights was his apartment conversation with the KFC guy. It was hilarious.



Haruki Murakami really exceeded my expectations. He is definitely good just like Kafka on the Shore.

Now, any suggestions what Murakami book I should read next?

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Digital Fortress Book Review

By Dan Brown

Oh, I still read book. Haha. My copy of Dan Brown’s Digital Fortress came from a housemate. She also owned The Lost Symbol. I finished the book last night, though I have the copy for almost a year. Me and my laziness. LOL.

What is it: Concentrating on code breaking and a lot of mathematics, Digital Fortress talks about how Susan Fletcher tries to save the world’s finest Security Agency using her impeccable intelligence. Remember when you are in High School, while the teacher explains how you can find the factors of a perfect square trinomial and you are thinking how this information can be applied in real life. Well, this book will be a good example.

Knowing Dan Brown, the book will definitely have an adventurous side and a geeky side on it. It is pretty interesting knowing that there is such agency who intercepts emails in order to save the world. But when a former employee of the agency tested the NSA’s systems, the whole fiasco happened.

National Security Agency

What I love about it: First, no Robert Langdon, yey! I do not hate Langdon but its nice knowing that Mr. Brown can create a character like Susan – fearless, romantic and all together, smart.

What I hate about it: After reading the book, I really don’t understand how I felt. I used to love Dan Brown before, but since I read almost all of his works, the whole mystery thing didn’t excite me much. Midway thru the book, I already have an idea who is the villain in the story, and believe me, I was correct.

Probably, I was expecting so much because the back of the book talks a lot about breaking codes and in the whole book, there was less than five incidents where code breaking skill where needed.

It is still a good read, though.

Recommended for: I will recommend this to all Dan Brown lovers out there. The book is still a good read, just don’t expect much about how the story will turn out.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Ang Sukob ni Morgana

Morgana is getting married this December 2012. Who is Morgana? The name comes from the ABS Soap Pangako Sa Iyo, and yes, Morgana is my Antagonist in The Company. Imagine this, I am Amor Powers and she is still, Morgana. LOL.

There is one thing about her wedding that really makes me think. You see, Morgana’s mom passed away last July. And if she will be married this December some say it may bring bad luck. Sukob.

My idea of Sukob comes from the Kris and Claudine Barreto’s film. If you remember, Kris and Claudine got married on the same year. And since they did not know that the two of them are sisters, the people they love in the movie are suddenly being killed by Pokwang who wears a nasty and freaky costume. I remember watching it with my ex and believe me, most of the time, I was not looking at the big screen because I was scared watching my ex watch the movie. LOLs.



I am really not the superstitious type, and I know how the movie was exaggerated enough it order for it to become a blockbuster. Hence, I am also not sure if it will work the same way if someone in the family passed away and get married at the same year. All I know is I want to forget about the movie because it terrifies me a lot. LOL.

Anyways, I am still happy for Morgana. Though we don’t like each other a lot, wedding will always be a fun time.

Now, excuse me, magpapatahi pa ako ng gown.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

My Six Paths of Pain

Six Paths of Pain

I was fourteen when I first experienced tooth extraction. There was this molar that kept hurting for the past weeks, and since my mom was afraid that I will turn into a pain reliever addict, she insisted that I have it checked. No, she forced me. So after thirty minutes of listening to Regine V. and staring at little angels in the pink-theme clinic, I saw the swollen molar on the metal plate. The gay Doctor told my mom that the extraction process was tough because the molar was already swollen, sometimes he even ask his patients to wait for the swelling to stop before doing something on it, but since I have a great resistance to pain, he proceed.
Now, I am thinking whether my resistance to pain is really something I can be proud of. I know that I experienced a lot of painful things in my life before, and I will be honest when I say that I rarely cry unless it will be something that will really hurt so bad, but in due time, I find myself smiling again. Though I know that the pain is still there, I find ways to make myself feel better in spite of all the nasty things happening around me.
Screw me for never taking things seriously. LOL When my parents separated, my cousins ask me how I felt and I told them, "Its better that they are no longer together, at least, I will not see them fight when they are with each other." When I shifted courses, and my classmates from accountancy inquired about how I was coping, I remember telling them, "its better shifting courses because at least, I can find time to work while studying." In all my failed relationships, after some time of contemplating and feeling bitter, I catch myself telling myself, "don't worry, the next one will be better." I always find something to be happy in all the unpleasant things happening around me.
I will never say that my resistance to pain is great. But I will say that learning to live with pain has been my advantage. Once you've considered pain as your friend, something will motivate you to never go through the same painful process again. Pain will remind you that if certain stuff screw up, you are stronger than you think and in cases you would make the same mistakes again, Pain will teach you how to move on. The power of pain taught me to be more cautious.
I am still vulnerable though. And until now, I just go to the dentist to have my teeth cleaned. But I guess I am no longer scared, because I know I've been thru worst before.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Spider Web


Early last year, E and L are together. After a couple of months, they broke up.
Early this year, L and M are together. They are not in a relationship but they watched movies, went to mall, and did a lot of things together. Go figure. After a couple of months, they went on their separate ways.
Recently, E and M became a couple. And hopefully, what they have will last.
Why am I writing this?
I have a crush on E, L, and M but I never pursued any of them.
Watching them from afar was already enough for me. Being friends with them is already a blessing. Hearing stories about them sometimes complete my day.
Still, I never pursued any of them.
And I am glad I never did.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Stalling Eat Pray Love

Book by Elizabeth Gilbert

It took me three months to finish Eat. Pray. Love. To all the fans of the movies and the books, go ahead and show your grudge straight at me now. I know it will not make sense if I will try to explain myself, but now, I really understand that these types of books will never interest me. All the chick flicks lovers out there, shoot me.

 Italy

Seriously, I cannot point where it went wrong. I bought the book along with my Eros Atalia books, and of course, I will read the Atalia books first. Well, you cannot blame me, Edgar Allan is hot, and I am dead serious to find out what will happen next to his story. But after reading his books, I tried reading Gilbert’s book, I tried focusing my attention on it, I make sure that it will always be on mg bag pack that way, on my free time in The Company, I can try reading it. But I also have a lot of PDF files on my email and since our department is in the hot seat for all the not so illegal things that we are doing, I never opened it. I want to keep my job, you know.

Yes, you can say that I can read the book at home, but if a book doesn’t really interests me much, in the three times a month I opened the book, almost all those time I fall asleep. Damn, I am so mortified! :)

India

Don’t get me wrong. I love Eat. Pray. Love. I love everything about it. I love Elizabeth Gilbert’s humor, how the books seems like a blog where every chapter is just a post that you would love to comment, and most of all, I love how everything seems to transcends through your soul as you sift through its pages. No wonder the book has been a hit because almost everyone can relate to it. All can understand that at some point in our crazy life, we will all be like Liz trying to understand what will really make us happy. It will give you a harsh realization that sometimes we have to find and fight to obtain happiness.

The characters will also make you smile. I love Ketut, the medicine man. I wonder if he is still alive, though. I hated Wayan no matter how good her intentions are. That woman is really shade in all aspects and all the things that she said after she kept of stalling her house purchase, I am not buying it. Felipe, the Brazilian guy, though too old for Liz, reminds me of Christian Grey, less the BDSM of course. Haha.

Indonesia

Still, I finished it in three months. Haha! Maybe because I really find some chapters boring. Though I know that it will be enlightening, some books has too much stuff about meditation, religion, and yoga. I know it makes the books what it is, or maybe those are the things that will never interest. Probably, those are the things that made me sleep. The book has a lot of talk about peace and calmness which probably make its reader fall asleep. Again, all the fans out there, don’t hate.

Will I recommend it? Of course I will. It will really be a favorite for someone who is having a hard time finding happiness. It has a lot of ideas that will make you realize that certain problems can be resolve in ways that we never thought will work.

After reading the book, like Liz, I felt happy – contented with all the things that are and happening around me. It is a good book, seriously, it is. But some books will never be your favorite and for me, this is it.

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Wednesday, October 3, 2012

No, This is Not a Beautiful Affair

DISCLAIMER: All characters' names appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
A Beautiful Affair

Living in a CoEd boarding house, definitely, relationships will flourish. Whether it's straight or gay, my home has witness it. Love stories and sexual affairs between housemates has been pretty common, but the recent gossip circulating around the four walls of our home is nothing but controversial.
To begin the gossiping, let me remind everyone that I will not use the characters real name.
We will start our story with Charlie. Charlie came from the province. He is good looking, hot and definitely someone that every girl and gay will really fall for. There were rumors that Charlie, though good looking, is nothing but lazy. He went here to Manila for work, he started applying in a call center but he never passed. While applying, Charlie courted Sophie. Sophie is the type of girl that you will never classify as pretty, unless you look at her closely. She has been working in the call center for quite some time when she said yes to Charlie. Their relationship became more intimate. You will see them kissing, holding hands while walking and sharing sweet nothings when they are together.
They become inseparable. After half a year of living in different rooms, they decided to share a room together. Yes, my friend, they choose to live in together. That time, it created animosity between Sophie and her roommates because during that time, Charlie still doesn't have any work. While Sophie worked on the graveyard shift, you will see Charlie, half naked and sleeping in the common area. So you might be thinking who paid the down payment for the room, right? You got it right. Sophie.
Everything went well between the two of them. Sophie neglected all of her friend's advice regarding Charlie's work habits. While Charlie is looking for a job, Sophie was the one who spent for their food, rent and everything that the two of them need. She doesn't care what other people say, all she knows is that she is in love and someone hot loves her back. Eventually, Charlie found work at a hotel somewhere.
Enter, Juliet. Juliet is the sister of Madonna, the new gay in town. They are part of a group of girls and gays who are really annoying and most of the time, noisy. If we are in high school, they are like the nasty sexy cheerleaders that you will love to hate. Juliet is the type of girl that you don't want to be friends with if you have a hot boyfriend, because she is hot, she is pretty, and yes, Juliet can get pretty flirty and naughty. Compared to Sophie, Juliet is more liberated. Also, Juliet likes Charlie.
And recently, Sophie caught Charlie with Juliet at their room.
Who knows what happened? All Sophie saw was the two of them together and when they were caught, Juliet started rolling her eyes and making unnecessary, irritating, go on and break up with him smirks that of course Sophie never expected. Oh, I wish I could have been there! What is circulating around the house is that there were no teleserye moment where the lead star slap the bitch, all Sophie did was to start looking for a house so that she can move out.
Oh, Sophie confronted Madonna about it and all he said was that, "Girl, you two are not married yet." Bastard.
Sophie already left the house. I haven't seen Charlie. Juliet is flirting with another guy housemate, there are even stories that one of our Bi housemate is courting her.
Who knows where their story will go? Don't worry, I will tell you if ever more rumors rise up.

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Monday, October 1, 2012

Away

A Round Table Challenge



hAng on.
i will fly you to the moon
make you kiss the clouds
and say hello to the stars
then the two of us will fall
float, fly, then fall
our eyes Watered with glee
two spirits finally become free
All of this will happen,
if you will just know mY name.



6: Spirited Away

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