i am forever late to say iloveyou
Lyrics | Don Mclean lyrics - And I Love You lyrics
one of my lola's favorite songs...i know that she's resting within God's gate. she passed away on the year 1995 but i still get to know her every day. i still see her face, i still feel her presence, her cooked dishes still lingers in my taste buds. it still hurts the same way. and i have promised my life with her memories.
i am forever late to say iloveyou
Lyrics | Don Mclean lyrics - And I Love You lyrics
i am forever late to say iloveyou
Lyrics | Don Mclean lyrics - And I Love You lyrics
kahapon ay binyag ng anak ng kabarkada kong si lhot2x. syempre present sa attendance board ang barkada kaso talo ang deligation namin ng kabilang kampo ng pamilya. dala ni dhon2x ang team mates nya sa basketball varsity. aba aba! di naman kami pasisindak.sa oras na magdagsaan ang boylelets...at service agad kaming mga "single ladies"!!!
kay (bumulong): "single ako ngayon ha. total on leave naman ang other-half ko. kagustuhan nya ang mag absent dito kaya pasensyahan."
pia (humirit ng bulong): "nasa barko pa si hubby...tumatanggap ako ng temptations sa ngayon"
hahahaha! at nang pinakilala ni dhon2x yung cutie ng grupo nila. syempre porma agad kami nina jerma, jenica at karen. nagpa-demure ako sa simula, di ako handa na tatalbugan ako ni pia.
pia (tumayo sabay offer ng kamay): "hi, i'm pia"
laglag ang panga namin!!! aba aba...
kay (bumawi): "nakapag enroll ka na for this school year? baka gusto mo ng scholarship o kung ano ha..."
hahahahaha. sorry friends.... wala lang, katuwaan lang. di naman seryoso.
kay (bumulong): "single ako ngayon ha. total on leave naman ang other-half ko. kagustuhan nya ang mag absent dito kaya pasensyahan."
pia (humirit ng bulong): "nasa barko pa si hubby...tumatanggap ako ng temptations sa ngayon"
hahahaha! at nang pinakilala ni dhon2x yung cutie ng grupo nila. syempre porma agad kami nina jerma, jenica at karen. nagpa-demure ako sa simula, di ako handa na tatalbugan ako ni pia.
pia (tumayo sabay offer ng kamay): "hi, i'm pia"
laglag ang panga namin!!! aba aba...
kay (bumawi): "nakapag enroll ka na for this school year? baka gusto mo ng scholarship o kung ano ha..."
hahahahaha. sorry friends.... wala lang, katuwaan lang. di naman seryoso.
when we talk about movies, i settle more for indie-films or less promoted films. i found most of these films very interesting, heart-warming, uneasy to forget, mind boggling at times, and served simple --- closer to reality. some of these films are:
•ONCE
•JUNO
•SILK
•BEFORE THE SUNRISE
•and more more more. if you have movies to suggest, please feel free to share
for this month, i watched "rachel getting married" led by anne hathaway. i love to see her out of her fairy-tale costume and princess-like stories. its refreshing to see her so human. though her character is a little...okay largely disturbed. she's a drug addict that has a hard time accepting and dealing with her past mistakes, feels jealousy over sister, and find everything in her life hard to juggle around.
i dont know but i sympathize her, not her vices though. i just understand her. she frustrates her family often but she is still so loved.
fine, i'll spill some real-life details. my growing up years were tough. i felt that no one understands me and i couldn't spare them back my understanding. i closed my doors to these people i call "family", i thought that its not necessary to do some explaining, let them understand or just compromise with them. i felt alone and isolated. i took few wrong turns and even went back and forth to that wrong turn. but above everything, i put myself responsible for what i did and what i didn't. each time i recall on those crazy days now, i end up laughing at my old self not that i am better person now but because i just know better now (i think). i don't know what exactly was in my head back then. but i hardly remember it now...and i call it "healing".
i believe that everyone has something to heal in their lives. it could be in their past, present, or the bridging future. we all need something, someone, or just some...
•ONCE
•JUNO
•SILK
•BEFORE THE SUNRISE
•and more more more. if you have movies to suggest, please feel free to share
for this month, i watched "rachel getting married" led by anne hathaway. i love to see her out of her fairy-tale costume and princess-like stories. its refreshing to see her so human. though her character is a little...okay largely disturbed. she's a drug addict that has a hard time accepting and dealing with her past mistakes, feels jealousy over sister, and find everything in her life hard to juggle around.i dont know but i sympathize her, not her vices though. i just understand her. she frustrates her family often but she is still so loved.
fine, i'll spill some real-life details. my growing up years were tough. i felt that no one understands me and i couldn't spare them back my understanding. i closed my doors to these people i call "family", i thought that its not necessary to do some explaining, let them understand or just compromise with them. i felt alone and isolated. i took few wrong turns and even went back and forth to that wrong turn. but above everything, i put myself responsible for what i did and what i didn't. each time i recall on those crazy days now, i end up laughing at my old self not that i am better person now but because i just know better now (i think). i don't know what exactly was in my head back then. but i hardly remember it now...and i call it "healing".
i believe that everyone has something to heal in their lives. it could be in their past, present, or the bridging future. we all need something, someone, or just some...
I have scheduled a check-up today with an eye specialist. I waited for more than 3 hours for the doctor (1PM - 3PM), I can't leave my seat because I was on top of the scheduled list. Okay, I have to work with my patience again.
good news: i have 20/20 vision and my eye muscles are in perfect shape (BOOOO to the previous doctor who said i have -50 grade for my left eye)
bad news: i have meibomianitis
Meibomianitis: Inflammation of the little glands called Meibomian glands located in the eyelids that make a lubricant which they discharge through their tiny openings in the edges of the lids. The lubricant is a fatty substance called sebum characteristic of sebaceous glands.
Now I have to take fast medication to avoid operation. The price of prescribed medicines wanted me to cry out loud..."Lord...why?" hehehe. Papa said God is wise, He knew I have saved up some money. Amen
good news: i have 20/20 vision and my eye muscles are in perfect shape (BOOOO to the previous doctor who said i have -50 grade for my left eye)
bad news: i have meibomianitis
Meibomianitis: Inflammation of the little glands called Meibomian glands located in the eyelids that make a lubricant which they discharge through their tiny openings in the edges of the lids. The lubricant is a fatty substance called sebum characteristic of sebaceous glands.
Now I have to take fast medication to avoid operation. The price of prescribed medicines wanted me to cry out loud..."Lord...why?" hehehe. Papa said God is wise, He knew I have saved up some money. Amen
This coming Sunday, I am invited to be a ninang of two of my highschool batchmate/barkada's babies. Jaysien's baby Jivan and Rosemae's Coleen. Naks! Side by side ninang on action eto...pakyawan!
I am worried on one thing :_(
My left eye!!!!!!!!!!! waaaaaaaaaa.....it is still swolen for 3 days. I am worried for the picture taking in the baptism.
I am worried on one thing :_(
My left eye!!!!!!!!!!! waaaaaaaaaa.....it is still swolen for 3 days. I am worried for the picture taking in the baptism.
Past 2 o'clock in the morning today, shouts and breaking glasses woke me up. Some young teenagers are at rage on the streets! Not again! My temper just boils each time this happens. It never hit the mind of these kids that they are a disturbance to the sleeping community. Where are the police officers? Where are the barangay officials? Who should respond on scenarios like these? Who should we call? Anyway...I'm not going to rant here. I will tell you something that happened back in December 2005 (i guess).
3AM, Papa suddenly woke me up. I could notice in his voice that he is worried. First thing that came to my mind was some burglar is in our compound. Papa told me to stay quiet as he turned off all the lights in the house. I heard some noise, it came from our front street. Papa made a small opening in the window and asked me if I could notice the man outside. It was dark so I could only see the color of his shirt - bright orange. He looks drunk by his actions.
Suddenly, Papa said we'll go outside to take a closer look. He wanted me to recognize the man. With tiptoed steps and hunched backs, we quickly made our way to our gate. It was like one of those scenes in TV but that time it was for real and I'm actually on that situation. My heart was pumping out of phase, I am nervous that he'd notice us. We hid behind the plants as I sneaked my head out. I saw the man's face. I know him. And I clearly witnessed that he was killing a person...yes...I witnessed a crime.
I confirmed to Papa that I knew the man. It's peculiar that no one had the courage to come out of their houses, for sure our neighbors were also awake because of the noise. The man is known as a gangster and troublemaker in our town. At that time I was shaking. Papa told me to call our Brgy. Captain. After a couple of rings, he picked up and I handed him the information.
But not long enough after I made the call, the man walked away. He left the corpse. Papa grabbed me to take a look. God! I am not a scared-cat when it comes to dead bodies but I was scared that the dead man's face will haunt my memory for the rest of my life. But there I was, I stood in front of the dead man. His head was beaten out of some hard wood that it caused his skull to crack out. In awhile, our Brgy. Captain came and I accompanied him to fetch a photographer to take pictures for evidence. I got myself so involved...and this is not good.
Papa and I were both worried that the criminal might get back on us for reporting him to the police. Take note, the criminal's father is a police. After a long talk, the police left my name out of the report to keep me safe and more witnesses came out later. I was so nervous when I went to school that day. I was so observant of my surrounding and remain alarmed at all times. Good thing was the criminal was caught and locked up in jail that same day. *breaths*
Now, that man is out of jail. I sometimes cross roads with him. He never knew what I did about 5 years ago. But it won't change what I saw and what I will remember.
I hope that experience won't happen again. This morning, it was just a bunch of drunk youths. But I had a hard time of going back to sleep...eye bags again! huhuhu
3AM, Papa suddenly woke me up. I could notice in his voice that he is worried. First thing that came to my mind was some burglar is in our compound. Papa told me to stay quiet as he turned off all the lights in the house. I heard some noise, it came from our front street. Papa made a small opening in the window and asked me if I could notice the man outside. It was dark so I could only see the color of his shirt - bright orange. He looks drunk by his actions.
Suddenly, Papa said we'll go outside to take a closer look. He wanted me to recognize the man. With tiptoed steps and hunched backs, we quickly made our way to our gate. It was like one of those scenes in TV but that time it was for real and I'm actually on that situation. My heart was pumping out of phase, I am nervous that he'd notice us. We hid behind the plants as I sneaked my head out. I saw the man's face. I know him. And I clearly witnessed that he was killing a person...yes...I witnessed a crime.
I confirmed to Papa that I knew the man. It's peculiar that no one had the courage to come out of their houses, for sure our neighbors were also awake because of the noise. The man is known as a gangster and troublemaker in our town. At that time I was shaking. Papa told me to call our Brgy. Captain. After a couple of rings, he picked up and I handed him the information.
But not long enough after I made the call, the man walked away. He left the corpse. Papa grabbed me to take a look. God! I am not a scared-cat when it comes to dead bodies but I was scared that the dead man's face will haunt my memory for the rest of my life. But there I was, I stood in front of the dead man. His head was beaten out of some hard wood that it caused his skull to crack out. In awhile, our Brgy. Captain came and I accompanied him to fetch a photographer to take pictures for evidence. I got myself so involved...and this is not good.
Papa and I were both worried that the criminal might get back on us for reporting him to the police. Take note, the criminal's father is a police. After a long talk, the police left my name out of the report to keep me safe and more witnesses came out later. I was so nervous when I went to school that day. I was so observant of my surrounding and remain alarmed at all times. Good thing was the criminal was caught and locked up in jail that same day. *breaths*
Now, that man is out of jail. I sometimes cross roads with him. He never knew what I did about 5 years ago. But it won't change what I saw and what I will remember.
I hope that experience won't happen again. This morning, it was just a bunch of drunk youths. But I had a hard time of going back to sleep...eye bags again! huhuhu
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