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thousandier

tumaya ako noong huwebes feb 19 sa malapit na lotto outlet dito sa amin. tinayaan ko ang mga pinili kong mga numbers dahil may mga value ang mga iyon at sa akalang mapapanalo ko ang 288M plus pa lamang noon na jackpot sa 6/49 superlotto. may tinayaan din akong set ng 6 numbers, at isang lucky pick draw. ang lucky lick ay ang LP sa tabi ng VOID ng lotto card. i did not looked what were the lucky pick numbers para may suspense!

that night nanood kami siyempre, sinubaybayan namin si mr. ocampo sa bawat sulputan ng mga bola sa draw machine. tapos, nawalan na ako ng pag-asa sa 288Million dahil wala ang mga tinayaan kong mga numbers sa nabunot.pagkatapos, tiningnan ko na ang lucky pick numbers ko.. sa gulat ko, sumigaw ako ng kaunti.hehe, nakuha ko ang apat na numbers sa draw. kaya mapapanalunan ko ang 1,000 pesos na premyo ko.

kinabukasan kinuha ko agad ang pemyo, at bumili ng kaunting mga gamit. masaya ako dahil nanalo ako kahit na ganito lang. ang problema, di ko alam kung paano ko gagastusin ang napanalunan ko sa worth. ang mabuti, dahil kung napanalunan ko ang 288million, mas malaking problema yun. pero alam ko na defense mechanism ko lang to dahil i almost made it. pero i am happy, dahil may merienda na kami. i cooked pancit for us.hehe.

para kay Kim Chiu

Alam mo ba napanaginipan kita? At hindi lang sa unang pagkakataon, ngayon, pangalawang beses na. Ang una ay noong October pa last year. Sa panaginip ko, lumapit ka sa akin, tinabihan ako at hinalikan mo ako sa labi. Parang totoo! At kapanipaniwala dahil pagmulat ko, parang hinalikan mo nga talaga ako. Nakakatuwa dahil naramdaman ko ang pakiramdam na hinalikan ng isang Kim Chiu. Kinuwento ko agad iyon sa tsokolate ko. Mabuti nama’t hindi nagselos. Pagkatapos ngayon lang ay nagkita ulit tayo sa aking panaginip.

Habang naglalakad ako, nakita kita na kumakanta sa stage para sa mga manonood mo. Pagkatapos may lumapit sa iyo na babae at pinagalitan ka. Bumaba ka at umalis mag-isa. Pagkatapos, bigla na lang may humawak sa braso ko at ikaw pala iyon. Tinanong kita kung san mo gusto pumunta.(ewan ko kung bakit ‘di ko naitanong kung bakit). Sabi mo sa palengke. Ngkataon naman na wala masyadong tao kaya tahimik lang ang palengke habang ang hawak mo sa braso ko ay nandoon pa rin. Sabi ko ang dumi dito, doon tayo sa mall, sabi mo ayaw mo sa madaming tao. Pagkatapos, niyakap mo ako. At naglakad patungong simbahan. Habang ngalalakad, nasabi ko na thank you dahil napagbigyan mo ako. Batid ko kasi na hindi naman ito totoo. Ngumiti ka lang sa akin. Pagdating sa simbahan, pinagalitan ka ulit ng babaeng nagalit sa iyo kanina habang kumakanta ka. Kung saan ka daw nagpupupunta. May patay sa simbahan na inaalalayan ng misa. Kinuha ka ng babae na iyon at may biglang tumawag sa akin sa cell phone ko. Sasagutin ko na sana, pero nang pindutin ko na ang answer button, nagising na ako.

Nakakatuwa na mapanaginipan kita dahil, hindi naman kita nakita sa tv, o kahit sa commercial nung araw na iyon. Di naman kita iniisip, o inaasam. Bakit ikaw ang nagpakita sa panaginip ko ng dalawang beses? Malamang ako din ang nakita mo sa panaginip mo, pag nabasa mo ito, at pareho ang mga panaginip natin. Mag iwan ka ng message sa chat box ko. Good luck sa career kim.

when OC hits out

The Calbangan Road Project

Calbangan is a compound along the street. Literally Calbangan is a place surrounded by water. Our compound where siblings and their grandchildren is the real Calbangan, in front is a seemingly clean creek, and at the back are rice fields but in between is a creek also. These two creeks came from one source, seperated and enclosed Calbangan and then rejoined basically it’s like an island. Everyone on this small island is a relative, second cousins are the most distant relatives who lives here

But this entry is not all about Calbangan. Two weeks before Feb. 15 the plan to at least rehabilitate the road along Calbangan was thought about. Sabi ko, graduate na ako, propesyonal na, but still this road has not change. The road along our place is half cemented half dirt. Pero and sementadong daan ay may lubak-lubak pa rin. So, I planned to fill in the potholes all through out. After asking my parents' advice to how I am going to do this, inviting mga tambay na mga kaibigan to join me on this, and looking for a near perfect soil for longer effects, okay na ang lahat. It was planned for the Valentine’s Day, but moved to Sunday, Feb. 15.

Informing Local officials about our plan, we were good to commence. We pushed our 7-footer cart mountain ward to get pebble-soil in the river bank. I already asked permission on officials on that place so that we could get soil on their river. Good thing they were pleased because we have the same road from our homes to the town proper. I have six people helping me out together two of them are my brothers. As we are working on streets four more helped and told me how come they were not informed. It was fun, but helpful. At the end of the project is of course a little merienda. It was a very tiring day! Knowing that I slept at 4 am on that day and had only 4 hours of sleep because I have to go to church to cleanse my spirit and to clear my mind.

Pero umulan ng sobrang lakas kinagabihan at kinakabahan ako baka nasira na ng ulan ang mga lupa na tinambak namin. I kept my prayers and fortunately the next day, the rain did not destroy our work but it even helped because it compressed the soil in to firmness. and driving isn't too rough anymore.hehe

v-day 09

I realized that when I am in rage I feel like I want to do an entry about my outrage of course. But, besides that I think I am more articulate using the English vocabulary during this state. Why? Because it’s Valentine’s Day!!

Since memory, I usually celebrate the Valentines Day with a birthday song because it is my brother’s birthday. But I never celebrate because of love. I think there was a day I did celebrate with an eyed one, but it was just a pure obligation to create one. But it doesn’t mean I have an iron casted heart, actually it is the opposite…rusted (huh?!) I commenced Valentine’s after the day itself. But I really can’t remember a day that I have the v-day with a special one even until now.

Every year is all the same. Loathe, wrath, stupidity anything but not good. This day, I am happy because my parents attend a Valentine’s Night Party and until now they are not home yet. It is already 12 o’clock am (5am na sila nakauwi)

This day I spent my day thinking how to fix things, how to start, where to start. First, where will I get enough amount of gravel to fill the potholes on our politically-abandoned-unpaved street. How will I cut pork and liver for batchoy as my bro’s request for his birthday. How to divide the house and know where to start working. Well, I started in the kitchen and it was an entire day fixing things, satisfying my OC behavior.

So what’s so bad about those things? Nothing. It is only that of all the days in a year, this day is the worst one since the discovery that a sayote has to be depulped before peeling and slicing them. My white T-shirt has not been washed even it is already in the hamper for days! And it doesn’t mean that if ironing is not needed, I don’t want it hot pressed anywore! T-shirt are on its superb comfort when worn, if they come without telling what to do with it. If it’s not ironed it’s fine, if it is ironed then I’ll be more pleased.
Anyway, I will be posting this later, but Happy Valentines to all of you…

55km worth bread

Si kuya arden na pinsan ko ay nagbakasyon dito from manila. Babalik na siya ulit to work in four days. I asked him kung pwede magpadala sa kanya pagbalik niya. Siyempre okay daw. But I plan to buy Tibiao Bakery products. But there is none around or in other places near. He told me that why don’t we visit the original bakery instead. I asked him if he’s serious and he was indeed serious. So we prepared for the next day. The Town of Tibiao is three towns away and it will be impractical to drive all the way there for bread. but we did

Esau another cousin seated on the back seat of the motorcycle iwas driving. While Arden is in his motorcycle. It was bit rainy that day but we still went on. We stopped over Sebaste a town near ours. Besperas ng piyesta nila kaya kami dumaan. Said some prayers and bought some brown sugar candies. As we drove along the festive road, we passed by parades of high school batches. We jokingly joined the parade as if we are one of them. What the heck they would recognize us because we were on our helmets.

We finally arrived in the town of Tibiao. Tahimik na bayan, we looked for the bakery and at last found it. I gauged the distance meter, and Tibiao from Pandan is 55kilometers. We drove 55kms. for a bag full of different kinds of breads. And siyempre biscocho ang hindi dapat mawala dahil it was what we came for..We ate some, I took some photos and went home. but sopped over a restaurant besides the beach

Astig na trip ang ginawa namin dahil sa layo ng pinuntahan namin para sa tinapay. Pero ang pagbibigyan naman is di basta-basta kaya worth it.

il-ilo, finally!

Finally I have been in ilo-ilo. But it was not that all good because I was there to be with my grandfather on respirator. But my cousins did not make me left ilo-ilo without experiencing some of it. Una, it was dinagyang season. So the city is in festive spirit. On my first whole day in this province, my parents left me in the hospital because they have to go home for my brothers are at home. Then my uncle Mike, told me that he’ll bring me around the city (technically the hospital where I stayed is not located on the city of ilo-ilo, just outside the city). We rode the jeep, toured around. He brought me to the public market, the fish port and we walked around the market area early in the morning. Around 8am, the air was so cold even on daylight. As we walked, he tried to recall his experience here, like, where he usually hang out, where the syndicated groups used to hide, and more. Then we looked for something to eat at the market. Uncle Mike wanted to eat bangus, and as we passed by series of turo-turo, he stopped at a certain eatery and instantly walked inside. Why? It is not because he used to eat on that place but there were two seemingly beautiful ladies, the other one in short shorts, and the one was wearing her uniform, parang PT or Med tech definitely not nursing.

What is unusual for me but natural for my tatay Mike is that there were three tables on that eatery, with only two lady costumers on one same table. We seated at the same table were the ladies where. They were talking vulgarly in ilonggo and I know tatay Mike was listening so was i. anyway, details isn’t necessary, it was just funny because we did not eat well dahil siguro nawili kami sa pakikinig sa kanila.hehe

Then, he made me ride the padyak and strolled around the city. We bought fruits and vegetable seeds, along the way people that we passed by greeted him. They shook hands, after that I would ask him if he knew that man, sabi niya hindi! Hehe, stupid. The first SM in this city, he said was his vegetable garden before as we were eating batchoy in front of SM. We ate a lot that time. It was fun.

Nene Kristel, a cousin, is working in McDo. When I visited her, I was already full after eating chicken inasal. It was unusual because I didn’t have to go to the counter to make orders, instead may ready na para sa akin. She then brought me on night hang outs. The place we went in to was quite good plus it was chilling cold that night. In there one of her crew in McDonalds has a gig and she would sing songs and dedicated a coupe for me.naks. It was fun too.

The next day, my last day, because I thought my lolo is getting better from his PCP Pneumonia, Manong Shun, a cousin also toured me around to his place to where he attended school and best food restaurants. We ate on a barbeque park. I went home asking permission to lolo, but he did not respond. Before leaving I was planning to go back to be with him again, but I was late. It’s sad because I left him in recovering condition, but he was not.

A peaceful journey lolo.

lolo bes

It’s been a while since the last entry. I thought I could update this blog at least thrice a week but i just could not. But there are reasons why, and I thought about this quite some time if I have to put an entry about it. So far it is the reason that this made this blog idle. But i have to tell this to you, because it is like a turning point in my life's story.

My lolo passed away. 28 days after he told me that life and death is now playing in his mind. He told me that he does not want to sleep because he might die. That if he thinks that he'll die it would happen, that's why he always thinks that he'll stay alive the next day. I just told him that if he thinks that death is in his thoughts, he must get rid of it and start doing things he wants most before it's too late. i don't really think he's seriously ill because I’ve know him as too young, too strong, too alert, too healthy for his age (91 years old). That talk lasted an hour or a bit more.

4 days after i left him for while in the hospital to get some things at home. And an hour after i bit my lip and bleeded.

he's like my first patient in my profession that is why it is the hardest. I can say that the patient a nurse don't want to take care of is one of his own family member especially in a very critical state. You know everything, that even the explanation of a doctor is not convincing to calm you down.

So if Arden rod has an entry for him, i also have one for our lolo.

To lolo, after you left I started to hate myself because I can count the memorable days that we had. all I can remember is that i hug you during siesta so that I could feel that you have awaken up and would go somewhere to play mahjong or go farming. That I always have boxes of cheese when you come home every weekend from your work other place. Kahit hindi tayo masyadong naging malapit in anyways you are still my lolo.

My lolo also explained to me that one reason why the Americans do not passed the Veterans Equity bill yet is because of the Filipinos also. That some guerillas that time were asked to fill up the form to be filed for U.S Army, sold some of the forms to non-guerillas because of the expected benefits. When given to the Americans they were surprised how did the list got too many guerillas. And one of the opportunists that time has his descendants doing the same until now. Corrupt, bragging their power and properties that came from their overpowering and plunder. Who would have thought that a 90-year old can still ride a tricycle and go to church, to market, or to look for a mahjong game? that can read the marquee's in television without reading glasses. Sometimes I envy him because he had done a lot of things...like:

-fishing on laguna de bay
-teaching reproductive health to communities in his time, it is very hard to become an effective teacher.
-going back to ilo-ilo from manila three days before leaving for New York just to see his girlfriend.
-California to New York by train?
-naabutan pa ang UP manila?
-putting js prom in our school (thank you!)
-have his birth certificate for civil service changed his age 5 years younger?


I have little memories from you lolo, but I am so proud of you. remember the time you told me that before you were somebody but now you are nobody? Your worth is unthinkable. And I cannot believe that I cried a lot for him unlike to lola. But I realized when I asked myself why is that I cried, it is because everyone is crying. I cried because I hate my own father because I thought he was rock hearted. That when I saw him cry, I felt happiness because finally he had forgave his father. He does not listen to us and to me when we talk about reconciling kahit kay lolo lang, but he did not. I know my father and if is reluctant about this kind of topic, it is very hard for him inside. So I cried a lot for my father who let it out finally.

Lolo, don’t worry, in failures and success of my parents and brothers, you are always a part of us. I promise to fulfill your will ever since, to clean the politicians corruption and restore order in governance in our locality, and spread the ever growing family tree.i know that 5 of us siblings are the ones who will only carry our last name. Hehe (but seriously, i will)

retrip.

i have to do stretching again

it's a long weekend and my brother brought his friends for a visit, adventure and maybe just to spend the holliday in our place. my father, bossing(our school boy) and i were a kind busy preparing things for the visitors. although it is a rainny weekend they pushed all of their planned activities and enjoyed it.

the lat part of their plan (actually, it's my plan) is climbing the mountain and see the waterfalls again where i've enjoyed 8 months ago. early that morning, it rained so hard that i feel that we could not go. but all of us want to climb up. we invited a japanese visitor to come but she said she can't go. it's a bit discouraging since i plan to give this adventure trip to the japanese as my gift to her on her birthday that the same day.

halfway through the spot. we saw a snake couple obviously on their mating mode. medyo malaki ang dalawang ahas and i think it's venomous. but the dog came close to the snake couple to check them out. yes, we bring a dog along. his name is rafa, sabi ng may ari, half poddle, half shitsu daw siya.so that makes him a "poshit" (corny). some of my brothers friends were forestry students so they study the trees they see as well.

i think they are really amazed seeing the magnificent waterfalls. our food is amazing too. and we cooked it ther. sticks of chiken meat for inasal and liempo. we hid the grill underneath the rocks because itw as raining hard that time. i slipped several times on mossed rocks while getting banana leaves for serving the food. my younger brothers slipped as well.

paguwi namin, bihis and went to the 23 year old japanese birthday. nung dumating ako doon, the hapon was already drunk and she said that she has already 40% alcohol in her blood stream after drinking cognac. damn, 40%?!!(i multi dose liveraide na yan).

it was a tiring day and i never smiled the whole night. i am angry to everything that goes not on my way.
still it was a nice day thought. i only suffered some muscle pains the next day.

pump this out

have you ever applied the worn out phrase "my adrenaline is pumpin!"? have you ever felt your blood pushing you arteries even you capillaries agains their walls? making your heart beats not only faster but harder. making you gasping for more air, making your brain focus only on one thing. which creates signal on enzyme and horone secreting glands to satisfy the pressure behind every cell on you body system. and your only relief is vague loneliness(for some time), or in a one side of the mountain facing the the other mountain, or in a crowd like patrons of Jesus of Nazarene?

well,i have. and the weird solution for this breathing deeply in rhythm with your heart, and shouting. lastly, during thinking about these things i realized that when one of your human system is not doing well what you feel might not wholly change. at least your are still intact with your beliefs. but when you let your emotions fell shatter you, one or all of your physical body will be affected.


non sense, i just want to shout out the stain and breath in the smell of the fabric conditioner. bleaching is not needed

it's my "first" godchild's first birthday

birthday ni zarina ann today. and i am scheduled to attend her first birthday. ann is my first-willingly-invited-and-written godfather. but i went there also because she's my neice. my first present fo her are the siopaos that my father and i made. before leaving for kalibo i really don't know what occassion i will join to. the immediate burial of my grandfather's brother? or my neice's birthday? but my father ask me to proceed to kalibo with siopaos because they will represent the family in the burial.

so, i joined my uncle with his friends for an hour ride to kalibo. i seated on the back seat facing the back literally with no roof on the pick-up. it's raining at that time. so i sat facing back, placed my red,white,blue,yellow gola shoes up on the rail and waved to anyone i saw looking at us. sometimes my shoes do the waving too. i waved to people at the further back of the funeral convoy, to a group of road fixers working on a rip rap at the edge of the cliff, to men stopping by to leak on the side of the road, to extracullicular-students who eagerly go to school even on weekends beause, there will be no class only chatting, and they don't have to wear their uniforms. if they did not notice me waving i would wistle.

the party ended good enough. but attention hunting was much more fun when i we were on the back of the truck doing anything to people we passed by with no embarrasments because they don't have any clue who we are.


t-shirt got wet and i was seen through it

meron ka ba nito?

my nanay is a member of an organization which has its main partners in Japan. every year the Japanese org. would send Japanese volunteers to mingle with people here in our town. they would ruin our family traditions every Christmas and New year because they like staying on another family's house. but i have nothing against them. my brothers always go with them and they are enjoying as well as the visitors when they go anywhere. i really don't mind them taking off my mother's time on holiday seasons because my nanay don't want me to remind it to her. fortunately, these japanese can't communicate well in english so i feel not too obliged to attend to them. until, a japanese who came for a really long stay(2months) here who knows how to speak english, a bit tagalog and a bit russian.

one day, her foster handler here in our town asked me to help her translate the books to our vernacular. the books will be donated for the children in schools and it is in Japanese. so the japanese came into our house while i was on a nap during siesta. i told her that in order for us to finish early because i am going somewhere else, we'll do these and that.

i'm passionate with my curiousity. so i asked her a lot of things while working. like

- do you have "aswang" and kapres and drafs in Japan? - no
- do you have rebels or terrorists in Japan? - yes, but no guns
- have you been to North Korea? - no, ma-hi-rap
- do you know the asian tv show Meteor Garden? - no
- why are all of your things in color pink? i don't know, it's recomended.
- why do you pronounce "L" to "R"? - we don't have "L" sound
- do you have japan version of Big Brother? - no i don't know Big Brother

i don't know why am i telling this to you, blog. i hate lapses on a conversation so i filled the gap with these questions. and it's quite amazing to have a friend who ncan't reache my shoulder when she stands straight.kidding. for years that these people meddle in our lives as we benifit from them for under priviledge, this is the first time that i "voluntarily" join them because she can understand better than others. only englis is the key.



shirt can not stained

okay na naman kami ngayon

sino ba ang taong gustong may kaaway? kung meron man, alam kong hindi niya gusto iyon, maliban na lamang kung saksakan ng sama ang ugali ng isang tao para karapatdatpat na bigyan ng leksiyon.

minsan, may pinuntahan kaming spring resort. pumunta kami doon kasi alam naming wala masyadong tao. npagdating namin sa lugar na iyon, nakita ko ang dating pulitko na kinalakihan kong batiin lagi. sa di malamang dahilan ilang beses ko siyang binati ng harap-harapan hindi niya sinasagot ang mga tanong ko at kung ano pa man. buti na lamang may mga sumasagot na kasama ko kaya hindi ako masyado napahiya. pero, ang mga bagay na ganito ay hindi nagpapabuti ng damdamin ko. dahil araw-araw kong ginagawa na ngumiti sa bawat tao na makikita ko. hindi ako mapakali dahil hindi ko mapagtanto ang dahilan kung bakit? sinabi ko iyon sa mga kasam ko, sabi nila, wag ko na lang pansinin. tama sila. pero hindi ako ganoon.

pag-uwi ko sa bahay, iniisip ko kung ano ang mga dahilan kung bakit hindi na ako pinapansin ng tao na iyon. siguro, dahil, hindi na siya pulitiko at ako ganun pa din? dahil, alam kong may kinurakot siyang pera na walang transparency kung saan napunta? dahil straight forward ang tatay ko kung ayaw niya sa isang tao, sasabihin niya sa iyo iyon at damay ako? dahil ginawa naming biro ang campaign jingle niya at narinig niya iyon? damn, sa bandang huli, naisip ko na , e, ano ngayon kung ganun siya? hindi ako yayaman sa ginagawa niya. anyway, ginamit lang naman niya ang tiwala ng tao sa kanya para gawin ang personal niyang mga plano.

pero since last year pa ginawa ang entry na ito hindi lang naipost. okay na ako ngayon..

D.O.W

naalala ko noon habang nasa jeep ako papunta kung saan-saan ay may sumakay na tatlong matatandang babae na lampas sixty years old na.

ang isa sa tatlong matanda ay tumingin sa katabi ko na isang lalaki at tinitingnan niya ito mula ulo hanggang paa, paa hanggang ulo tapos napapangiti. dahil naka salamin ako na itim hindi mapapansin na nakatingin ako sa mga modernong matatanda. bumayad ang isa sa kanila ng pamasahe:

matanda: eto ang bayad namin (inabot ang isandaang piso)
drayber: ilan po 'tong isang daan?
matanda: tatlong .....
drayber: senyor? i know! (sabay ngiti ng bawat pasahero)

bumaba ang tatlong matanda sa jeep.dahil nga hindi naman sila gaya noong sila ay nasa kabataan pa nila. ginawang pantukod ng matandang tumititingin kanina ang tuhod ng lalaking katabi ko.

dirty old women!

dear blog

pasensya ka na at ngayon ko ulit mapupunan ang mga pagkukulang ko sa iyo. madami kasi ang mga nagdaang pagsubok kaya hindi na kita naasikaso ng mabuti. di ko rin masabi sa iyo ang mga nararanasan ko, dahil hindi mo iyon kailangang maransan pa. sana may bumibisita pa sa iyo dito. hayaan mo at, babawi talaga ako sa iyo. ingat ka lagi sa mga masasamang comment, sa cbox. ienjoy mo na lamang ang kulay lila at itim mong estado sa internet ngayon..

laging iyo. dior

wala lang v.3.1-3.2

hindi naman sa nagmamayabang, nakaluto na ako ng pansit, arroz caldo, sopas, sinigang at iba pang lutuin na lahat gusto kong kainin. at sa bawat gawa ko, masarap lagi..nagugulat ako sa mga niluluto ko. kaya ko nga talagang magluto na ngayon. despite the fact na sa bahay namin i don't get the chance to cook dahil tatay's the king of the kitchen..and practicality is his ever aim. walang masasayang, kung ano lang available yun lang, make use of it. kung dito naman sa laguna, i can't neither, dahil may carenderia kami, kaya everyday, nagpapadala na lang ng ulam sa bahay..bakit pa magluluto..kaya yun.pwede na akong umuwi sa amin, at magpatayo ng short order kainan..hehe..

from food to disgusting.

i watched a Mythbuster episode about invulnerability of cockcroaches to atomic bomb radiation. most of us know that when there will be a massive nuclear wear, the ones who will likely to survive in the end are the cockcroaches.

but the Mythbusters proved us wrong. they tested flies, ipis and fruit bettles.. the specimen whcih survived the highest radiation and only 5% were killed are the fruit bettles..cockcroaches were all dead..

so, who will likely to rule earthj when all of mankind killed each other.

freak-out baby

the only song that made me like itchyworms kahit papaano noon was their song "akin ka na lang", but later on after that hit, they became mayabang. no wonder because they were filty rich and has the angst to have that attitude..

but now, when i first heard this song "freak out baby" from their album, sefl-titled, hinanap ko agad..kahit hindi naman bagay sa akin ngayon ang theme ng kanta..the song just makes me cool..i always watch music channels so that i can have tsokolate hear it as well. dati kasi wala akong mahanap na kanata on net, nagyon meron na.hehe..enjoy!

wala lang v.2.1

kapag bumibyahe ako, siyempre para mabilis ang mahabang biyahe sa expressway ang daan ko, meron toll gates sa bawat exit. siguro in love lang ako lagi kaya naisip ko to. alam kong hindi ako ang unang nakaisip nito pero why not, anything is possible when you are in love, sabi nga nila.

i want to know kung meron na kayang nagkatuluyan dahil sa tollgate? parang ang isang tool gate singiler-girl and the everyday present public transpo driver na nakainlaban sa first sight tapos ang binigay na tiket ng toll gater, may mga notes na. kung wala pa, paano kaya kung meron..

like, everyday, ang nagpapakumpleto na sa araw ng drayber ay ang pagdaan sa toll gate ng babae, then napalipat sa e-pass gate ang babae so the drayber applied for an e pass device kaya ang jeep niyang pampasahero naging trendy. kaso ang pagtitinginan nila madali na lamang dahil nasa e-pass nga. then napalipat ng ibang toll gate exit. the driver could not find the girl na, di niya kasi naibigay ang phone number niya dahil nakikita niya lang ang babae sa bigayan ng tiket kaya ang nagagawa ng babae taga abot lang. tapos nakita niya sa isang exit na aksidenteng nadaanan niya. tas dun na nagkalakas ng loob ang bagitong drayber na mag risk para lang makontento siya sa feelings niya, and blah blha blah blah..

tinatamad na ako tapusin basta parang ganun..meron kayang indie na ganun ang theme?

doble dos

yes, doble dos na ako last monday. hmm, i really don't have the time to write in detailk what had happened but all in one, i was happy, i am happy. una, my college friend called me and greated me on my birthday's eve. pero syempre, tsokolate gave me a gift and it is special and on time. i was thinking before that my loving tiyas give me a financial gift, i will spare a bit for a piece of white tee which has unique prints on it. lucille's gift is special, dahil, naunahan niya ako and i don't have to buy one. a thousand pesos spared. kahit wala masyadong bumati sa akin sa kaarawan ko, dahil maybe busy lang sila, my family's greetings, and tosokolate's enough to end it with a smile. i asked lucille to cook spaghetti for me and for the kids at home in a rush. buti umabot para sa dinner merienda namin. have a roll of cake and iced tea.okay na. but what was weird is that i bought 4 pieces of spongebob squarepants party hats, and an oversized 15 peso worth candle. para the kids will really enjoy it as a kiddy party. so yun, i am happy. at may extension pa ang bday kohe next day.

ipis got a million free.

my cousin got this photo from his blog, i piss. a simple but effective way of getting his readers stick to his blog and attract more readers. i just wonder, sino kaya ang magagawa kong hawakan ang blog add ko and take his'her photo. parang commercial, na ang credibility ng isang personality will also do in my own blog. ahmm, siguro ang high school principal namin. or i wish si anne curtis. sana.