My Bois

To give tribute to a lot of people na naging kaibigan ko (na tunay) nuong mga panahong pinaka masaya ako sa buhay ko, ilalagay ko sa dito para hindi ko sila makalimutan.

• Si Emerson Aguada... aka Kyut. Y? Kasi nung first week sa school may mga nakapila na mga chicks sa registrar. Ang tangengot, nasa likod siya tapos inaamoy yung buhok nung isa. E biglang humarap, ang banat ng boy wonder namin eh "Hi girls, cute ba kaming mga boys?" Ayun, naging kyut. Ugali? Sa natatandaan ko, tahimik, sensitive at virgin. Hehehe. cympre lahat pa kami nun. 16 years old ata kami nun. Eto mabait, at sweet.
• Si Emmanuel (something)... nagtransfer na sa Assumption nung 2nd year kami. Ang natatandaan ko dito eh nung nag bar kami at ayaw-ayaw pa siya tapos biglang nakaamoy ng johnsons... yun gabi-gabi nagyayaya. Naging Manny tuloy ang pangalan. Maniakis.
• Si Ernesto Elizondo Jr.-Estong. Bestfriend Bulakeno extra ordinaire ni Lendl. Tahi-tahimik sa chicks pero makamandag yan. Matangkad. Pastor. Gentleman. Mabait.
• Rei Lendl Santiago.-Lendl. Gwapo, mukhang conyo, mainitin ang ulo pero saksakan ng kasweetan sa buto. Araw-araw may love letter, kahit kalagitnaan ng klase may naka ambang sulat para sa "baby" nya. Unang boyfriend ko. Babaero. Komedyante. Wala nang kapantay sa pakikisama.
• Harold Manalili-ang pinaka gwapo sa lahat (siyempre bestfriend ko). Fair, honest, sobrang mahal ako. Senti ito, hindi lang obvious. Ilang beses na akong nakita nitong nasa itaas ng buhay at nakasadsad sa lupa. Andyan pa rin siya. Pareho kami ng bday kaya pareho ugali. Tahimik, nasa luob ang kulo. Mapili sa kaibigan. Magaling makisama. Nag aaral pa!
• Jesus B. Guban Jr.-Jay. Ang boyfriend ni Mhykie. Ang nanulot "daw". Mabait, cancer kasi. Malambing at ubod ng galing magpatawa. Kahit papatay na ako ng tao, mapapatawa pa ako nito. Kaso, nagpasulot ke Ancel... E di sana nakapag asawa na ako ngayon...
• Brigido Pabalan.-Briggs. Ang die-hard fan ni Thine. Sa una hangang tingin lang. Ngayon, asawa na nya. Sa bahay nila kami madalas uminom at malapit sa school. (actually magkapitbahay kami nyan at one point). Kahilig lang sa babae. Babae mahilig din sa kanya. Remember Shiva? hehehe
• MichealAngelo Donato-Donats. Basketbolista. Tatooan. Grabe pag may nang api sa akin yan ang babanat. Gentle giant. Hindi nagbabago ang ugali.
• Michealangelo Dela Vega. Mike. R.I.P my boi.
• Allan Urbanoso.Allan. Famous basketball player ng baguio saksakan ng gwapo (sabi ng mga fans nya) pero sa amin sympre ordinaryo lang mukha nyan no! hehehe. Mahal na mahal ako nyan, may inupakan nga yan dahil akala nya pina iyak ako nuong taong yun. Muntik pang ma pulis. Mabait, matampuhin, fiercly loyal sa mga kaibigan.
• John Vincent Herradura Tope. JV2P. Maliit, henyo at adik sa games. Kasundo ko sa kainternetan at ka autokadan. sabi nila 2 lang daw kaming magaling sa autocad sa baguio nuon! hehehe. nung time namin yan ha! kasi nagsipag abroad na ang mga magagaling. hehehe. Matampuhin yan, magulo utak, pranka, pero sa luob sweet. kaso nung naghiwalay kami, hindi na sweet yan eh. kunwari. pero love pa ko nyan. hehehe
• Dennis Mendoza. Jabongga. Kapampangan na kasundo ko kasi pag seryosong usapan andyan yan. Pati katarantaduhan.
• Ernesto Cruz III. Gart. Eto drinking buddy. Laging may nakambang payo yan kapag lumapit akong ngarag dyan. Naaalala ko mga katarantaduhan natin tol!
• Erwin Perez. Baboy. pero ako, nigger tawag ko dyan. ako lang nakakatawag ng ganyan dyan. Sobrang malambing, honest at laging maaasahan. Mukhang toughie pero soft tissue yan sa luob.
• Edong-putcha, nakalimutan ko full name mo chong ha! Eto si internet shop, laging naka ambang shot at maalaga sa mga kaibigan. Masamang malasing. hehehe
• Lloyd Morales.Negro-ang taong nagpaligo ng downy sa aso nya tapos nagtaka kung bakit namatay yun kinabukasan. Sus, dami kaming pinagdaanan nito, hanggang sa nagkapamilya na in touch pa rin. Eto ang original na sweet sa akin. Loveyounegs!
• Richard Viduya.Chard. ang gangster na tahi tahimik pero pag kilala ka nyan, sus, galawgaw lalo na sa dance floor! hehehe
• Gilbey Padilla.Gilbs.Naku, eto isa sa mga taong grabe kung magmahal. Grabe sakripisyo, at loyal. Mabait na kaibigan, walang hihilingin na kapalit. miss na kita tol
• Aaron Arguelles.Arguelles.Putcha tol, ang BCF nakarating na ng tropang UB. Gifted. Mahiyain pero kyut na tarantado. Mabait yan sa akin, at sira ulo.
• Ryan jay Gumaya.Ry.The ultimate family man. Simplified gentleman na nung kapanahunan nya eh sandamakmak ang chicks. Pero ngayon, 3 kids na. Pare, tayo-tayo rin magkikita sa finals!
• Bjorn Avena.Bunjong.Ang lalaking ang laki ng puso. Dami ako utang na luob dito. love ako nito sobra. Dati pa ate-ate lang, ngayon, sobrang friends na. Dami namin pinagdaanang biyak na pintuan nito, masyadong marami hindi magkakasya dito.
• Benedict Hubert Carta Canlapan.Benedict. Ako lang ang umuubos ng pangalan nyan pero pag nakakatamad tawagin, dick na lang. Naku, isang libro ang description ko dito kaya wag na lang. One word na lang. Soulmate. Wahahahaa
• Ricky Santiago.Supremo.Ang dakilang tagapagligtas ng mga kapampangan sa Baguio.Ang pastor ng Tarlac. Hindi kayang itumba ng ilang bote ng gin yan. Dapat ihampas mo na lang para makatulog. Mahal na mahal ko to, bap, mis da na ka.
• Mar-chickboy pero wag ka, pag seryoso yan, iuuwi ka nyan.
• Ryan.wild. Pinagaagawan ng mga babae. pinagaagawan ng lalaki. artista yan eh. ang screen name nyan si ...................... ...........................
• Francis.Cis.Ang lalaking masipag at walang angal. Ang ganda ng gf nito promise! Runner ng tropa. Mabait at maasikaso sa bisitang babae.
• Dominic.Dom.Businessman, bilyaran, 5-6, takbuhan ng mga nangangailangan, at higit sa lahat, simpleng tao na laging maaasahan.
• Tim-sus, ang timoteo, sweet yang kumag na yan. Tawagin nga si Rose, mag blades sa burnham o kaya tumugtog sa banda! Rak on pare.
• Benjamin Cariaga Jr.-nag iisang HANIKO. Hindi na kailangang imemorize yan.

Marami pa eh. Kaso, ang mga natatandaan ko at mga tumatak sa isip ko at nakasama ko ng matagal-tagal itong mga ito kasi. Sensxa na sa hindi nabanggit. Wag magtext ng kung ano ano ha! Istorbohin nyo na naman ako sa work! hehehe.

Miss ko na kayo.

Thanks for being a part of my tele-serye life!

June 04, 2008

Strawberry Cheesecake

Nutty Mocha Frost

@ Gloria Jeans

With Estong...

Got to catch up on old school gossip

Grabe nakaka miss din ang tropa.

San na nga ba?

San na nga bang barkada ngayon?

Pero ang maganda

Hindi pa rin nagbabago ang samahan

Ng tunay na magkakaibigan.

Lungkot

Haniko... miss na miss na miss na kita
Hindi mo lang alam
Ang hirap pala
Ng nasanay ako na araw-araw
Magkatabi tayo
Hirap pa rin akong matulog ny...
Kasi ala akong katabi

Hirap din alang nakakakilala
Sa ugali ko
Un tipong hindi ko na
Kailangan magsalita
Kasi ikaw
Kabisado mo na ako

Miss na kita
Talaga
Kasi pag pagod ako
Ikaw lang kausap ko
Kanina, napagalitan ako ng boss ko
Ala akong mapagsumbungan
Alang nagsasabing
Ituro mo at bubugbugin ko
Hehehehe

Bsta
Miss na kita
Ung mga bagay na maliliit na
Dati hindi ko napapansin
Yung pagyakap mo ng mahigpit
At yung amoy mo
At yung mga lambing mo

Basta
Miss na kita.
Hirap ng malungkot.
Nagkakasala.

Mababaw

Kahapon, badtrip na badtrip. Kanina kahit 2 beses na napagalitan ng big bad wolf, masaya pa rin ! Nakabungisngis! NAkakahiya!

Ang babaw talaga.

Babaw ng kaligayahan!!!!!

Kala ko ba hindi mo na papansinin? ha? E bakit kinausap at nasabihan ka lang ng na-miss ka eh sumaya na ang araw mo?

Sus, babaw mo talaga! Kaya dali mong mabola eh!

HMPH!

Wag ka aksing padadala sa pagpapa kyut ng gagong yan! kasi hindi ka pa rin naman sure ano! Ika nga ni Sensui... hinay hinay lang at baka sablay yan!

Payo ko lang...

Continuation

green naman

white burj
i miss my haniko...
sand parang baby powder promise
baywalk nila
red burj

My Trip to The Beach (June 05, 2008)

blue (estong and me)
violet
yellow
sa jumeirah beach
darwin and me behind a yellow burj

jumeirah hotel (in front of burj al arab)
ayan na ang burj (sa tapat ng jumeirah hotel)
jumeirah hotel was built para pantayan ang "sail" ng burj dahil ang hitsura nya parang waves sa malayo
burj at night (spectacular)

ibang klase pag nakita na talaga ng personal

more to come

nag aaning yung uploader ng blogspot

dahil sandamukmok yang mga pix na yan

...

Ang sama talaga ng luob ko kasi hindi ko inexpect na gito mangyayari sa akin dito. Oo, alam ko mahirap pero hindi naman sobrang ganito kahirap. Tina-try ko naman na itabi ka muna sa gilid, huwag masyado iniisip, at patuloy na gawin ang mga pang araw-araw na gawain na kailangang harapin. Pero bkit ganito, kung kailang ayaw kitang iniisip, saka ka pa sumasaksak sa utak ko. Bakit ba? Anu bang meron sa'yo? Anu bang nangyayari sa akin?... Kailangan ko ng tulong.

right this minute...

...you can never turn your back on love...no matter how much you resist, no matter what the costs are...

LUNCH PX

DARWIN AND JOALITE

ALBIN

MHYKIE AND XANDER

JOALITE

Nakakatawa-Nakakainis

Grabe naman un balita ko kahapon
Hindi ko mabanggit eh
Kasi magpakabait na daw ako
Sabi ng mga kaibigan ko

Eto lang ang babanggitin ko


...Hindi ba sobrang medyo maypagka-OA naman yun
One instance lang, na ospital na?
Bawal na palang makipag-usap ano?
'Di bale, gagawin ko na lang
Na parang wala yun
At maganda siguro
Tulungan kita
Itali mo un
At lagyan mo ng surveillance
Para
"Kinakaya mo na"
Dahil balita ko
Hindi mo daw kinaya...

Biatch kasi ako
At comedy naman talaga
Kababawan naman
If you only knew
Kung ano talaga
Baka naku, lagot ka

Ako basta
Magpapakabait na
Behave na ko
Kasi ikaw naman ATA
ang may sakit
At hindi ako.


HEHEHEHEHEHEHE

A Short

I was an unusually bright, sunny day. There I was, walking to the bus stop to wait for my shuttle. It was hot, and the air was dry, and my coat was starting to get heavy from the sweat that started to accumulate as I exited my house. As I boarded the welcome relief of the air-conditioned coaster, I sat in wonder what have I gotten myself into.

I remember the first day that I saw you. The perfume you had on lingered in my head. The smile you gave me when you offered me a cigarette was one for the books. You shook my hand, never realizing that when you did, you opened doors for the impossible. It’s as if that moment, I knew that there was definitely something, something about you that will make or break me.

There is kindness in you, innate kindness that others do not see. Kindness that melts away locked keepsakes and forces one to be hopeful. It judges no one, and sees truth behind beautifully built facades. I saw in you everyday, the silent man underneath. You are full of nonsense in a world full of idiots and vulgarity, and yet when all the pretending is over, you revert to your true self. That is, a man with truth and sadness and beauty spun around a world full of satin branches. So fragile you are, yet so beautiful.

I do not know why I say these things to you, and why my heart skips a beat every time you pass by. I do not know why I write stuff that I can’t seem to find. I just know that when you are near, and when I close my eyes, and when you see me, I smile back and say I see you too.

It would just have been wrong, if we held on to those glances. It would have been fine, if we never gave into the romance. It would have been okay, to mind our business aside from our usual professional banters. I would be just dandy, if you have never left you seat and extended your hand to mine.

I do not regret, the day I saw you. The day I got to know you is another story. You have unwittingly changed me. I am special to you as you are mine. And I will be yours in our little dreams, in our friendly wishes.

I did not tell you to love me, love is such an over-rated word. The feeling that comes forth after uttering those 3 words is the deal-breaker.
They always ask me, to never forget them. I always say yes, I will never do. But as I peddled as fast away from you as I could, I knew, that you are one of the two persons in my life that I WILL NEVER FORGET...Because just for an instance, I got myself figured out.
You will never know that you have stolen my heart.

I woke up, because my pre-programmed routine alarm went off. I know I am near the office. I fixed myself up and pulled my glasses close to my eyes. I combed my hair and stood up. As I alighted from the shuttle onto the lift that will take me to the office I know and love, I glanced back and there you were...smiling back at me.

I almost fell for you. ALMOST.

Thank God I woke up.

But

I will see you again in my dreams tonight

My Love.



Journey Through My Head
Mhykie Mendiola

everyday things

How can I tell the difference between being lonely and being alone? Is there a point in my life where I’d see... where I need to be?... Is there some place I could go to relief? For pleasure? For pain? Is there something that needs to be done? Is there something that needs to be done?
I can see that people pass me by everyday. They live different lives, go about their daily routine, not minding everybody else except them. Are they en-route? Following through with their programmed existence?

During lunch, every table is filled with magical nonsense. There are these guys that sit near the toilet, Filipino guys, that are all married, and all good-looking. They’d sit and laugh and talk for 30 minutes of their lunch and then they’d walk their separate ways. Was there real conversation involved? Real getting-to-know and understand? But if everyday they’d do that same shit, then maybe, they real ARE having a great lunch.

There are these girls in the office, when they’d walk, they are like giraffes. You can’t see their heads because they walk so tall all the time. Me, a puny ant, would smile at them and they’d just keep walking. I did that one time, and when they failed to acknowledge my presence, I let it go. I find it funny when people pretend to be something they are not. They hide behind their fabulous coats and keep the warmth in their hearts hidden. They only talk to people they know they are going to need someday. See, the air is different from way up there. Less oxygen, less brain activity.

And then there are these guys (and girls) sitting near us and look fine. Fine, by my definition, is casual office chic. They talk, laugh and eat. They see me and I see them. I have to hand it to them though, low-profiles in the office usually are the smart ones.

Then, there is our table. A bunch of crazy retards that have different backgrounds that came to mesh well together. There is this girl, in our group. She’s kindda kooky by my standards, but otherwise, I love her to death. She talks and talks and say stuff that sometimes I don’t get, but, it doesn’t bother her. She’s okay. Still a little childish sometimes, but otherwise okay. There’s the gay one, with his broad shoulders and good-looks. He is my favourite among the bunch. He stays quiet, usually, but slowly is integrating more and more into our cultured table with each passing day. I like him because his quietness when needed, is always present. He has a good head on his shoulders and is funny when need be. Then there is the married bunch, the triplets. Our own version of the chipmunks. The one who I always see is quite complicated. He’s funny, and not that bad to look at. He’s all fun and games and bullshit, but when you need someone to talk to, he’s the guy for me. He has two personalities, the one where you talk and he keeps saying okay (that, I know, when he’s not listening) and another one where he’s all charming and shit. He keeps me focused, centered and alert. And he smells so nice. Then the other one is our princess. Why? Because he is always the guy to finish his lunch. He’s sarcastic, cute and small. But really, when I get a chance to dig deep, I definitely know I’d find a great guy who’s love for shrimps is as good as mine. The last one in our table is the married man who loves his family so much. As far as I am concered, he’s reserved, yet funny, casual and professional. Tall and chubby, he’s the man who’d go out of his way for you.
And then there’s me.

(My point of view)
Me, I am this weird girl that always smiles. I am arrogant, self-centered and a woman. I take pleasure in learning new things, trying new chit-chat and I bore myself sometimes. I laugh and I easily cry. I am sweet and genuine and frank. I am impulsive and stuck to my Ipod all day. I don’t know... I am shitty and loved and hated and liked all at the same time.
See, I don’t know much about them yet. And still, we are happy with our little lunch meetings. Maybe, like all the people that I see are like that. Just happy that someone would acknowledge their presence when they are there, and even much happier still when they are missed. Even though we are not that close yet, we see each other. And probably, that is the difference. We SEE when we are in need. There is this need that drives us all to be seen, to be talked to, to laugh and cry with somebody, even someone as insignificant as a random person, or someone we feel comfortable being with. Being alone, I’ve always been there. It is my second home, my locked heart, my special place. Being lonely, it’s worse that being alone. Lonely is when something died and nobody there noticed anything new. Lonely is when you find yourself forcing something so special on someone that is not. Lonely is dreaming to die and witnessing it first hand and realizing it is not that glamorous. Lonely is when you are afraid and mistake plain for plaid. Lonely is just plain lonely.

I took time to realize, without making much of an effort, that with due consideration and flexibility, we can all not be lonely. Whatever that makes you get up in the morning you should seek. Be careful of those who love you. Be careful not to go to too much trouble on a particular instance. Be someone who want to be, and maybe then I can say I shall never be lonely.

A mistake is when people do judgement and hand out sentences when there is no witnesses.

Dance

I was supposed to write so many happy things today. But now, I can't bring myself to smile.
How can I, when all I believed in just this morning was torn down right in front of me?

I saw this clip on tv.
After a near death experience
There was this girl
Waiting
In the train station
And this guy
Came up to her
And held out his hand
And they danced
yes, they danced
There in the train station
Never a care in the world

Because he promised her
A dance
When she came back

And she waited
And got her wish
One dance
From him.

Tangible? Yes, Priceless... Definitely.

that's what keeps me alive
Hoping someday
Someone would
Reach out
and Dance with ME.

me-night-i-see

I cant seem to think
About what is breathless
Is it about the lights?
That seem to compete with the stars?
Or is it about the sights?
That beckon in the distance...

Is it about the stillness
of the never ending daylight
Or the bustle in which we live in
The bustle that is in the city

Where is the breathless beauty
That captures my heart
The silence of my beating
Pours out in this light

I learn to appreciate
What others may not see

That is the beauty in the chaos
Of what is truly in the lonely.

WHAT's HAPPENING??????????

Lakers buckle under pressure
By Johnny Ludden, Yahoo! Sports 7 hours, 51 minutes ago
Buzz Up


LOS ANGELES – Kobe Bryant tugged on his sport coat, squared his jaw and stared into the cameras. His eyes blazed with anger, and it was easy at that moment to understand the fury that had famously sent him on the warpath a year ago. Bryant didn’t demand to be traded Thursday night, but no one would have been surprised if he had. At the least, he had to be wondering if it was too late to get a refund on that Pau Gasol deal.
Kobe Bryant doesn’t do collapses, and yet here he was, sitting dead center in the biggest one in NBA Finals history. His Los Angeles Lakers, national favorites only eight days earlier, had gagged away a 24-point lead. Even at the midpoint of the third quarter, they were still up 20. Though Bryant was about the only Laker who didn’t seem to wither under the pressure in the final quarter, he, too, must shoulder some blame. Miss 13 of 19 shots in the biggest game of the season and you don’t get a free pass.
“We just wet the bed,” Bryant said, his scowl briefly giving way to a grin. “A nice big one, too. One of the ones you can’t put a towel over. It was terrible.”
The Lakers might not get to clean up the mess until next season. They now trail the Boston Celtics 3-1, and no team has ever dug its way out of such a hole in the Finals. This was supposed to be the coronation to Bryant’s MVP season. Instead, the Celtics have exposed the Lakers as a team apparently too young, too inexperienced, too frail to stand on the game’s biggest stage.
One play said enough. Clinging to a three-point lead with less than 40 seconds left, the Celtics isolated Ray Allen on Sasha Vujacic above the top of the key. Kevin Garnett ran over to set a screen on Vujacic only to be waved off by Allen. A couple of dribbles later, Allen was cruising by Vujacic through the middle of the lane. Lakers coach Phil Jackson had told his players to stay home on Boston’s shooters, and Gasol hesitated about leaving Garnett until it was too late. Allen finished with an uncontested layup.

As far as big-game defensive stands go, this ranked as one of the most pathetic. Not even Leon Powe’s Game 2 gallop through the Lakers was this bad.
Vujacic, as often seems to be the case with him, initially tried to blame the breakdown on officiating.
“Personally, for me, it’s hard to adjust how I have to guard Allen not to be called for a foul,” he said. “… I wanted to stay with him. I wanted to play him aggressive, but, again, there would be a foul. I kind of step back and I give him the room to operate and he went to the basket.
“Bad decision on my side.”
There were a lot of bad decisions on the Lakers’ side. Once Gasol saw Allen loose, he should have raced over to at least foul the Celtics guard, even if it meant leaving Garnett.
“My issue with the team,” Jackson said, “is we gave up too many layups.”
The Lakers have been soft throughout these Finals, and Thursday’s performance certainly isn’t going to help Gasol shake his rep. Said one scout watching the game, “He’s scared to death.”
Even before tipoff, Jackson acknowledged Gasol’s reputation. “I think,” Jackson said, “that’s one of the reasons perhaps we were fortunate enough to get him. … That perhaps he was not a center … he wasn’t tough enough to be a center.”
Bryant has reason to question the toughness of more than a few of his teammates. The Lakers played as crisp and free as they have all season in the first two quarters, sharing the ball, everyone getting shots, attacking the Celtics before they could set their defense. Lamar Odom even shrugged off his slump by making his first seven shots. Bryant didn’t make a single basket in the first two quarters and, still, the Lakers took an 18-point lead into halftime.
But once Boston picked up its defense? The Lakers picked up their vacation itineraries. Odom disappeared yet again, making just one shot after halftime.
“They weren’t nearly as aggressive as they were in the first half,” Garnett said. “It just looks like they wanted to get the ball to Kobe and let him sort of finish it off. That’s what it looked like to me.”

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That’s what it looked like to everybody, Bryant included. After a season in which they exceeded even their own expectations and reached the Finals, these Lakers haven’t proven sturdy enough to stand alongside their leader when it matters most.
Nearly an hour after the game, Bryant was still simmering. He joked that it would take “a lot of wine, a lot of beer, a couple shots – maybe like 20 of them” to get over the loss. He has now dropped seven of the past nine Finals games in which he played, but Thursday’s had to rank as the hardest to digest.
“We’re hurting,” Odom said.
Bryant hasn’t abandoned hope of climbing back into the series. At least that’s what he said, vowing to put his head down and return to work.
“Takes one swing at a time,” he said, “to chop down a tree.”
But after Thursday? After he and his teammates soiled their sheets? Even Bryant has to wonder if anyone’s strong enough to help him hold the ax.

Pictures ng mga nag O.T.

Iba ibang department ng landmark, pinagbubuklod ng isang layunin..

Ang makasakay sa isang bus!

hehehe

The Fray

How To Save A Life

Step one you say we need to talk


He walks you say sit down it's just a talk


He smiles politely back at you


You stare politely right on through


Some sort of window to your rightAs he goes left and you stay right


Between the lines of fear and blame


You begin to wonder why you came


Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend


Somewhere along in the bitterness


nd I would have stayed up with you all night


Had I known how to save a life


Let him know that you know best


Cause after all you do know best


Try to slip past his defense


Without granting innocence


Lay down a list of what is wrong


The things you've told him all along


And pray to God he hears you


And pray to God he hears you


Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend


Somewhere along in the bitterness


And I would have stayed up with you all night


Had I known how to save a lifeAs he begins to raise his voice


You lower yours and grant him one last choice


Drive until you lose the road


Or break with the ones you've followed


He will do one of two things


He will admit to everything


Or he'll say he's just not the same


And you'll begin to wonder why you came


Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend


Somewhere along in the bitterness


And I would have stayed up with you all night


Had I known how to save a life


Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend


Somewhere along in the bitterness


And I would have stayed up with you all night


Had I known how to save a lifeHow to save a life


How to save a lifeWhere did I go wrong, I lost a friend


Somewhere along in the bitterness


And I would have stayed up with you all night


Had I known how to save a life


Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend


Somewhere along in the bitterness


And I would have stayed up with you all night


Had I known how to save a lifeHow to save a life

My SubwaY Encounter

Subway Special with turkey ham, turkey something and roast beef and veggies...

Sarap....

The Girls Out and About

Last Friday, I went to church with ate amie, ate net, ate kat and ate cel. We went to St. Mary's Church Bur Dubai. This was my first catholic mass since leaving home.

It felt weird at first but the good thing about it was that you see the church so full of people it spills out into the courtyard...

And mind you, there were not only Filipinos there but also Indians, and other races that were unified to worship one God.

After that, we went to the mall to eat.

That was my Friday last week.

A Very Special Day In Dubai

Im so sorry I dont have any pictures. You see I didn't want to look like an idiot (and a tourist) who keeps taking pictures at every turn...

You see, im so lonely here in Dubai. Nobody to share anything with (aside from Jo and Darwin of course, and my fellow officemates). Missing my haniko so much.

Anyway, one of our office buddies (a friend of mine) took it upon himself to treat me to starbucks after work to cheer me up (after much prodding). so, anyway...

as we alighted from the shuttle, i was wondering where the heck are we. he said it was a surprise... so we went for a very VERY long walk along the streets of Dubai. At first, there were a lot of FIlipinos but as we went deeper and deeper into the streets i was getting anxious and my feet were killing me. he still didnt want to tell me what/where we are going.

so after a couple more minutes of feet killing walking, i was indeed in for a surprise..

HE BOUGHT ME TO THE Abra (according to KAren) RIVER (CREEK, BAY OR SOMETHING)!!!

he totally remembered that i LOVED-LOVED the water!!!!

so we went and got in the boat and i got to see Dubai from another perspective...

I WAS BLOWN AWAY!!!!!!

SPEECHLESS AND AWESTRUCK!

After the boat ride, we got off and ate in the creek-side (di ko alam tawag eh) resto place (chicken shawarma) and got to talk for a couple of minutes about our families and loved ones and our significant others...

After a couple more minutes, we walked to the bus station where he talked to a complete stranger and (miraculous) we got a ride. Ha! Wais talaga tong kasama ko

So..there...

Such a MAGNIFICENT night.
Recharged my batteries again...
Able to tolerate Dubai again.

Thank You so SO very much.

This means the world to me...
You will never know...

...this is when you realize that a drop of rain in the desert is much more prettier than an air-conditioned flat in Dubai...

THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FRIEND.

In another place, another lifetime...

There I met you
In my special little place
Reserved only for dreamers
Seen by those who do not seek

Then I met you
A time when I was alone
When my happy world was real
And then I knew

Why I met you
I didn't know
Was it really coincidence
Or really a fragmented goal

I was happy
For the time being
In my life of sadness
Joy was thrust forth from you

Simple little words
Thoughtless laughter
Spectacular smirks
And amazing perfume

Wordless flirtations
Fearful of thought
Gestures to make blood boil
Hearts flutter when you are gone

There exist
A YOU
and A ME
in my simple little fairytale
In my locked heart
In my clenched fist
I dream of you
Whenever God permits
I smell you
When you are near
I speak to you
With nothing but a melody
I hear your voice
I listen

But then
When I open my eyes and see
What we are in
Where we are in
My heart breaks ever so silently

Because for the time that I thought
I was in a world of reality
There I was

Believing

There exists a You and Me...

Kirot ng Puso

Parang kukong nakabaon sa balat
Mahapdi
Kumikirot
At di malaman kung saan ang lunas

Kay hirap hanapin
Ng inuming malamig
Kumakalma
Nagpapa ginhawa
Sa tigas ng bato sa kalsada

Hindi maunawaan
Kung uulan ba o hindi
Sa tindi ng bigat ng ulap
Kay hirap pigilan ng ulan

Sana sumikat na ang araw
At ng makita ang lunas
Sa kukong nakabaon
Sa mga mata ng lawin na nawawala
Sa lamig ng gabi
At sa ginaw ng nilipasan ng araw..

Thank You for the New Friends In Our Lives

Only your real friends tell you when your face is dirty."- Sicilian Proverb

To know someone here or there with whom you can feel there is understanding in spite of distances or thoughts expressed That can make life a garden."-Goethe

Silence is the true friend that never betrays."-Confucius

"...no man is useless while he has a friend."- Robert Louis Stevenson

"The friendship that can cease has never been real."- Saint Jerome

"Without friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods."- Artistotle

"An ounce of blood is worth more than a pound of friendship."-Spanish Proverb

"The only way to have a friend is to be one."- Ralph Waldo Emerson

"All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon the sand."- Ella Wheeler Wilcox

"Never shall I forget the days I spent with you. Continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours."- Ludwig van Beethoven

"The death of a friend is equivalent to the loss of a limb."- German Proverb

"Life without a friend is like death without a witness."- Spanish Proverb

"The making of friends, who are real friends, is the best token we have of a man's success in life."- Edward Everett Hale

"The most I can do for my friend is simply to be his friend. I have no wealth to bestow on him. If he knows that I am happy in loving him, he will want no other reward. Is not friendship divine in this?"- Henry David Thoreau

"Friendship that flows from the heart cannot be frozen by adversity, as the water that flows from the spring cannot congeal in winter." James Fenimore Cooper

An Open Letter to You From Me

black bird with a black heart

Ultimately, it is up to the person to sort things out. to be who he NEEDS to be, or to be the person he WANTS to be. It is in the innate being of humans to feel helpless, deceitful or misjudging of others, but it is also in our nature to be loving, kind and hopeful. Until then when I become one with myself, I have to endure this long standing pain in my heart, which deprives me of beats.


This is in what rut I am in. Abused, lonely, dazed and confused. Left alone to fend for myself, left alone to care. Left alone.