I love you 3x a day!

I would always ask my mom about this, not that I have a long term memory loss but I was hoping that I could get a different answer from her. But then it always turns out the same --

“Don’t you get so fed up? I mean like you’re the slave of the house 24/7, doing all the chores, taking care of us, supplying our needs, managing the bills and all that and at the same time you’re also the queen of the house, because no matter what we say your decision always win. Tell me the good things about being a housewife when you do everything so routinely, not to forget that you have a selfish, narrow minded and boring husband. We both know that. So what’s keeping you to do all these things?"

It’s love.

Nice answer. I know you would say that. Maybe like 5 years from now, I’ll have the same excuse as yours. But you have the greatest job in the world! And you never fall short to do it your best.

I love you soooo much!

I’ll be your slave for the whole day!

Pissed off.

How dare I talk about pain? (oo nga naman!) when I knew nothing but my pain, my one and only pain. Maybe, I was selfish. Kaya lumalabas na nagmamatigas ako? Yun ba ang gusto mong sabihin?! Oh sige pain ko to, akin to. Hindi sa'yo o kanino man. Akin lang to. Kaya wala kang alam! Wala ka ring karapatan para sabihin na ganyan ako katigas. Oh dear, this one line can never tell the whole story.

Sorry na, Pwede ba?

Pag nakabasag ka ng tasa o plorera sa isang department store, kahit super sorry ka na sa kinauukulan eh hindi pa rin nila ito tatangappin. Kailangan magbayad ka dahil nga naman iyon ang policy.

Kung nagnakaw ka, at na-bokya ka ng pulis. Walang sorry sorry. Kailangan mong mahatulan sa sala mo. Dahil iyon ang nasa batas. Pero nasa batas rin ang pagpipiyansa, kaya may pagkakataon ulit ang magnanakaw na gumawa ng masama.

Ano nga ba talaga ang silbi ng sorry? Eh kung nangyari na naman ang dapat mangyari. Ano pa bang magagawa nun? May mababago ba?

Naniniwala kasi ako na pede namang hindi na magsorry. Salita lang yan. Pwedeng galingan mo um-acting para makatotohanan. Pero kung galing man yan sa puso o hindi, isang salita pa rin yan na binibitawan. Hindi makakapahid ng luha yan o makakaalis ng sakit.

Pero kung itatama mo kung ano yung dapat. Doon lumalabas yung essence ng salitang "sorry".

Kasi ang pagkakaalam ng lahat ng tao, hanggat may "sorry", nagkakaroon tuloy sila ng dahilan na lumusot dahil may "sorry" na magpapagaan ng sitwasyon.

p.s sakto naman habang kausap ko yung tao na humihingi ng tawad, eto yung background music ng kapitbahay....

The Comfort Zone

 via deviantart 

Never thought that we’d sit again together, talking our rants and ramblings about the path we choose to take. To us, the world is like a huge "playing field" wherein over and over again we tripped and fell in front of many nameless faces but standing up lingers as our only option. But at the end of the day, we scamper back to our dearest friends, vent out our tears and fears, share our  trials and setbacks, the feelings about the person we choose to love and turns out that the same person too causes the hurt and if there’s any option apart from standing up. After a few good drinks and laugh, we are more optimistic to face the world, with a brand new manner of understanding that it’s okay to mess up once in a while. We all share the same sentiments between maturity and pain.

You can never hide your weak spot.

April 2009 Waves tapping our ship

I cant fight the waves. It's too strong. But if I'm a good swimmer, will the waves be less forceful for me? I am thinking stupid again. The answer is NO, because the waves can't make itself adjust to me. But at the back of my mind I want a "YES". A "YES" seriously. I desire to believe that we can be indestructible, wherein if one chooses to remain strong enough to face it, then he/she can never be shaken. But then despite of your best endeavor, there is "something" that will always bring you to your knees, regardless of how strong you are.

Man, I hate this.

His schoolworks. My Engineering paper.

The boredom is taking its toll on me. Because of that, I do most of my brother's schoolwork in exchange of him running errands for me. (Isn't that nice?)

Just like the other week, I made a short story for his english subject. I almost forgot to do it because I got home around 2 in the morning, good thing I saw his notebook on the sofa. Then, for his logic subject I made an essay about "What is Philiosphy?" (Gawd. My neurons were on panic mode!) For all I remember is that is is a Science.

And blah blah blah... too many to mention. Hmmm.. I just missed doing assignments. I missed having allowances. I missed wearing white uniform (for 8 long years that was the theme of my uniform! from highschool to college...) And I missed being productive, doing something with thrill, with fun, with a sense of fulfillment after the hardwork and brainstorming.

C'mon nic, don't be sad. Fight! Fight! Fight! Lapit na yan.'Good things do come to those who wait"; "So the last shall be first, and the first last" Kapit lang!

Nuff of the drama...(nic, keep your serotonin up! UP! UP!)

Okay. Stabilized.

This afternoon, my brother has no excuse to bring me an engineering paper (haha! this is not really the name, I dont know what its called but the huge one that engineers frequently use.)

Sapatusan.

Dec 2008 @ Bowling Center, SM Mall of Asia