How should I end my blog? Hmm.. Should I explain that it may seem awkward for my other accounts since I couldn't seperate blogs from the other? I mean, I have a blog site in which my blogs are grouped--naaahh, whatever!! They might not understand. Besides, I'm not good in explaining stuff.
Hmmm... Maybe I could recount one incident. It should be something interesting... or it should be something absurd as I would always post---it's my style; giving way for absurd things to be appreciated even for the very least.
But which incident?
Hmm.... I can't think of---wait, how about the Pageant?
What?! You nuts?! I never talk about that!!
Now's the time, then.
No!!! Nuh-uh!!!
Okay... Hmmm... Maybe you should just post an incident that is most recent, like the Riverside Adventure. Say something about the people you've met; the nice girl, the bad boy, the alien (cool!! My kind!!), or that person who was apparent on being gay--remember how he walked away with his shoulders tensed and his hands on his thingy and skipped like a girl??
Hmmmm... Yeah, he was more gay than I seem to be... Hahahaha!!! Or maybe I could talk about Spice Girl. But I'm done with her!!
So, what now?
Maybe, I could just discuss about how life goes--that we would always have problems--big and small---whenever wherever as long as we live. Afterall, that's the whole essence of my 'Nan Kuru Nai Sa' Blog, right?
Hmmmm... Yeah. Oh, and you haven't even explain what it means; "Nan kuru nai sa. Live for the moment and look forward for a better tomorrow". Seem to me like you've recited this when you were doing your compendium.
Compendium... hmmm... Or maybe I could enumerate what I've learned throughout the year.
That could work, too.
Yeah... But I'm too lazy to type now. I'll just end my blog with, uh.... Just saying that I shall be back on June. And that this blog is now officially closed.
That's all?! You'e really boring....
I know!! I'll do better next time.
Go, type now.. Go bore your readers including yourself... Go, talk about nonsense...
Hey, I don't blog to grab attention or excite people!! And I don't even blog to talk about the same ol' things. So... So, I shall merely do what you've just told me..
Talk about nonsense?
Yeah...
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Saturday, May 3, 2008
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Summer Tears
Waiting in the SM Megamall was already becoming a pain in my ass. There were late comers for our outing. I wasn't happy about it. And when majority of them came, my feet were dragging me to the destination and my mouth spilled simple stubbornness.
On the bus, I managed to share the seat with good friend Yanna and got acquainted with the music in her mini player. I missed Jpop all of a sudden. And upon knowing Yanna's songs in her player, I felt how lonely she had been lately... and that's for four months now.
I did not mind about it for a moment because we were talking about that "Spice Girl" who was going to catch us since we left her Late Ass in the mall. And I was like, "just tell her the directions and let her go by herself." I had been mean that moment because it was hot and my flesh was thirsty for (another flesh--joke!!!) the taste of h2O and Chlorine.
The ride to Bulacan was as smooth as a baby's bottom; IT WAS FUN and it made me sing some Ayaka song which probably made the driver do the sign of the cross.
And at last we arrived to our destination; Riverside Resort (yeah, we're not that classy---the mere togetherness of us friends already is a hot Boracay Resort!! okay, and, yeah, we're broke!! ). As soon as we got to the cottage, I chat a little to our new friends and invited Yanna to dive ASAP to the pool. As the moon rose up to the darkening sky, we were all eaten by the huge mass of water.
But let me now focus to the main story--I'll skip all our silliness in the resort for the moment (we broke almost all of the RULES and still managed to STAY IN THE RESORT). That evening, while everyone was swimming in alcohol (yup, some damned alcohol down our stomachs), we listened to Yanna's player once more. And as I've mentioned a while ago, most songs were depressing. Suddenly, when I got up, we had some chance to talk about our friend who passed away last December, Millet. Yanna told her story about the last few days of her beloved cousin and shared her bitterness to herself as some mushy music painted the atmosphere.
I just began sobbing that moment and before I was aware of it, I was crying like hell. Millet had been a very good friend of ours. And the last time we were swimming altogether, she was with us. It pained me that all of a sudden, she's not with us anymore. And I had rarely much time to be with her; there were a few times we were together and all those times we had some conversations. We even became close when we dropped to Baywalk once after the Pyro Olympics in Mall of Asia last year.
And at that time, with the help of Babyface, sitting in the cottage, I felt all the bitterness that Yanna felt. I somehow felt how intense her depression was especially that she had been close to Millet for years.
Once again, just last night, with the same music eventually, we, Yanna, Jam and I, started talking about it again. And I couldn't help but weep. It's not that I'm overly emotional. But, you know... It's about loss and despair. And I was, again, under the spell of alcohol (wow--Am I becoming a drunkard?! Not actually... It's occasional). And it's about my friends. I care about all of them so much.
How I just wish now that everything goes back to normal for Yanna. It takes time, and the pain will always be there. But I hope she continues to move on.
Hmmm... I just amused myself in thinking about our loss of someone else that evening; Where's that "Spice Girl"? She didn't make it in the resort.
We found out just yesterday that her phone was snatched after we gave her the directions to the resort. Hey, Spice Girl, HATE LATE??
HAHAHAHAHA!!!
On the bus, I managed to share the seat with good friend Yanna and got acquainted with the music in her mini player. I missed Jpop all of a sudden. And upon knowing Yanna's songs in her player, I felt how lonely she had been lately... and that's for four months now.
I did not mind about it for a moment because we were talking about that "Spice Girl" who was going to catch us since we left her Late Ass in the mall. And I was like, "just tell her the directions and let her go by herself." I had been mean that moment because it was hot and my flesh was thirsty for (another flesh--joke!!!) the taste of h2O and Chlorine.
The ride to Bulacan was as smooth as a baby's bottom; IT WAS FUN and it made me sing some Ayaka song which probably made the driver do the sign of the cross.
And at last we arrived to our destination; Riverside Resort (yeah, we're not that classy---the mere togetherness of us friends already is a hot Boracay Resort!! okay, and, yeah, we're broke!! ). As soon as we got to the cottage, I chat a little to our new friends and invited Yanna to dive ASAP to the pool. As the moon rose up to the darkening sky, we were all eaten by the huge mass of water.
But let me now focus to the main story--I'll skip all our silliness in the resort for the moment (we broke almost all of the RULES and still managed to STAY IN THE RESORT). That evening, while everyone was swimming in alcohol (yup, some damned alcohol down our stomachs), we listened to Yanna's player once more. And as I've mentioned a while ago, most songs were depressing. Suddenly, when I got up, we had some chance to talk about our friend who passed away last December, Millet. Yanna told her story about the last few days of her beloved cousin and shared her bitterness to herself as some mushy music painted the atmosphere.
I just began sobbing that moment and before I was aware of it, I was crying like hell. Millet had been a very good friend of ours. And the last time we were swimming altogether, she was with us. It pained me that all of a sudden, she's not with us anymore. And I had rarely much time to be with her; there were a few times we were together and all those times we had some conversations. We even became close when we dropped to Baywalk once after the Pyro Olympics in Mall of Asia last year.
And at that time, with the help of Babyface, sitting in the cottage, I felt all the bitterness that Yanna felt. I somehow felt how intense her depression was especially that she had been close to Millet for years.
Once again, just last night, with the same music eventually, we, Yanna, Jam and I, started talking about it again. And I couldn't help but weep. It's not that I'm overly emotional. But, you know... It's about loss and despair. And I was, again, under the spell of alcohol (wow--Am I becoming a drunkard?! Not actually... It's occasional). And it's about my friends. I care about all of them so much.
How I just wish now that everything goes back to normal for Yanna. It takes time, and the pain will always be there. But I hope she continues to move on.
Hmmm... I just amused myself in thinking about our loss of someone else that evening; Where's that "Spice Girl"? She didn't make it in the resort.
We found out just yesterday that her phone was snatched after we gave her the directions to the resort. Hey, Spice Girl, HATE LATE??
HAHAHAHAHA!!!
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Becoming Angelina Jolie
What if you just wake up one day and you are Angelina Jolie? Wouldn't it be flattering? But I wasn't flattered; It happened to me twice---La Cucaracha Style!!!
Okay, so it's like merely saying that Jolie is popular for her pouty lips. I woke up early this morning, about 2-3AM, and felt something odd with my kissing tools (which are actually never used for kissing yet---hail, the virgin has spoken!!! Ech!). And then I noticed that my lower lip was huge--huge enough to become a floatation device in the whole Pacific Ocean!!!
And it felt very weird; it was a little numb. I figured, "maybe it was bitten by some COCKroach." I'm beginning to suspect that it's the same COCKroach that bit me months ago on my upper lip. The COCKroach probably thinks my lips are either tasty or it's just that it thinks I need some make over.
Months ago, this stuff happened to meand I went to school with a lip saying "hey, I just had collagen injected!!" when in fact it says "hey, a cucaracha just bit me so that I would look like Angelina Jolie or Jay-Z".
Hmmm... yeah, Jay Z.
So another fashion tips for you girls, have your lips bitten and it's an instant pout!!! I hope Lindsay Lohan and Jessica Simpson are reading this (No, Jessica is not a favorite of mine--she just happens to be mentioned in my blogs).
Okay, so it's like merely saying that Jolie is popular for her pouty lips. I woke up early this morning, about 2-3AM, and felt something odd with my kissing tools (which are actually never used for kissing yet---hail, the virgin has spoken!!! Ech!). And then I noticed that my lower lip was huge--huge enough to become a floatation device in the whole Pacific Ocean!!!
And it felt very weird; it was a little numb. I figured, "maybe it was bitten by some COCKroach." I'm beginning to suspect that it's the same COCKroach that bit me months ago on my upper lip. The COCKroach probably thinks my lips are either tasty or it's just that it thinks I need some make over.
Months ago, this stuff happened to meand I went to school with a lip saying "hey, I just had collagen injected!!" when in fact it says "hey, a cucaracha just bit me so that I would look like Angelina Jolie or Jay-Z".
Hmmm... yeah, Jay Z.
So another fashion tips for you girls, have your lips bitten and it's an instant pout!!! I hope Lindsay Lohan and Jessica Simpson are reading this (No, Jessica is not a favorite of mine--she just happens to be mentioned in my blogs).
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Spell Thesis: C, H, O...
Last night.. Or shall I say the night (morning since it was twelve in the morning) of the day before yesterday (time tangles!! Whew!!), I slept in the middle of the evening just because of watching TV.
And right now, I am almost close to 24 hours of not sleeping. We, in our group, are not yet done with our thesis. So here I am just typing stuff on the PC in Ava's lair. Yup, I still spared some time to post in my blog. Well, Master P (our resident Master) is still busy analyzing some of our tallied answers.
What our thesis contains is just some piece of nothingness. It may have a little bit of importance to our school but... well.. to put it in Ava's terms: "Chorva na lang 'yan" By 'Chorva' she meant that we could take care of it without too much effort and just get done with it by doing easy alternatives for accomplishments.
But now, I don't feel too tired to sleep. I don't even feel sleepy at all.
I paused for a while to think it over and found the answer right in front of me: The Personal Computer.
No, not just the Personal Computer but the (ever so sacred and holy--for me) INTERNET.
Woooh, do I have to repeat what I've said last summer about my addiction. No need.
But now... wait please...
Master is again on the roll (after the numerous grunts and snores she let out a while ago). Now we are the only two up for the last hour (or the first hour of the day). If you know how college is, you know how tough it is to do a thesis. Imagine that; we aren't even being too much serious about it. Well... But let's say we're still working hard to make it right (I mean, come on, give credits to our efforts).
Now all we have to do is... I mean 'are'....
...
..
...
...
Don't ask.
Great, I just forgot my point for that 'But' above..
*Busy typing*
^DON'T DISTURB^
And right now, I am almost close to 24 hours of not sleeping. We, in our group, are not yet done with our thesis. So here I am just typing stuff on the PC in Ava's lair. Yup, I still spared some time to post in my blog. Well, Master P (our resident Master) is still busy analyzing some of our tallied answers.
What our thesis contains is just some piece of nothingness. It may have a little bit of importance to our school but... well.. to put it in Ava's terms: "Chorva na lang 'yan" By 'Chorva' she meant that we could take care of it without too much effort and just get done with it by doing easy alternatives for accomplishments.
But now, I don't feel too tired to sleep. I don't even feel sleepy at all.
I paused for a while to think it over and found the answer right in front of me: The Personal Computer.
No, not just the Personal Computer but the (ever so sacred and holy--for me) INTERNET.
Woooh, do I have to repeat what I've said last summer about my addiction. No need.
But now... wait please...
Master is again on the roll (after the numerous grunts and snores she let out a while ago). Now we are the only two up for the last hour (or the first hour of the day). If you know how college is, you know how tough it is to do a thesis. Imagine that; we aren't even being too much serious about it. Well... But let's say we're still working hard to make it right (I mean, come on, give credits to our efforts).
Now all we have to do is... I mean 'are'....
...
..
...
...
Don't ask.
Great, I just forgot my point for that 'But' above..
*Busy typing*
^DON'T DISTURB^
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Before Summer
Good news: Vacation is coming. No more of the school works for the moment!!!
Bad news: It's freaking summer!!! It's freaking HOT!!!
Last summer, I barely enjoyed the vacation; I wasn't able to go out too often because I was stuck at home with nothing to do. If you were to look back at my posts last summer, I had been very evil (smart.. or evil... or just digging up more facts about life which no other people, I guess, haven't realized yet). I had my Idle Mind working and it was very threatening indeed (for me and for the whole world).
So, earlier this year, I planned to make a list of things to do this summer. It's not that I don't want to think more (hey, I enjoy testing the limits of my mind), it's just that I want to avoid ennui. It had been very terrible last year. For a change, I am making a list of things which would make my summer memorable and meaningful. I will be doing things and tasks which would keep me up and going this summer---and it should be something fun!!
Of course, I included dares and things which I've never done before. And for the mean time, I guess I'd be absent for a few weeks online. I will also be closing my blog. I have to end my 'Nan Kuru Nai Sa' collections anytime soon.
But whatever I do, I don't hold the power of the weather in my hands. Please, people of the world, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD PREVENT GLOBAL WARMING!!!
Bad news: It's freaking summer!!! It's freaking HOT!!!
Last summer, I barely enjoyed the vacation; I wasn't able to go out too often because I was stuck at home with nothing to do. If you were to look back at my posts last summer, I had been very evil (smart.. or evil... or just digging up more facts about life which no other people, I guess, haven't realized yet). I had my Idle Mind working and it was very threatening indeed (for me and for the whole world).
So, earlier this year, I planned to make a list of things to do this summer. It's not that I don't want to think more (hey, I enjoy testing the limits of my mind), it's just that I want to avoid ennui. It had been very terrible last year. For a change, I am making a list of things which would make my summer memorable and meaningful. I will be doing things and tasks which would keep me up and going this summer---and it should be something fun!!
Of course, I included dares and things which I've never done before. And for the mean time, I guess I'd be absent for a few weeks online. I will also be closing my blog. I have to end my 'Nan Kuru Nai Sa' collections anytime soon.
But whatever I do, I don't hold the power of the weather in my hands. Please, people of the world, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD PREVENT GLOBAL WARMING!!!
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Jessica Simpson
Forgive me for doing this but this is just one of those rare times that I would be doing something foolish: talking about love life.
Thursday night, on our way home, Kat, my SUPER FRIEND, and I ended up in discussing about a few stuffs which, in the end, lead to us talking about how much we love ourselves and how much we think. It was fun sharing ideas with my Super Friend: AT LAST!! A PERSON WHO HAS ALMOST ALL THE SAME IDEAS AS MINE!! But let's go back to the main topic: LOVE.
*VOMITING*
Okay... One of the things I fear of me becoming is when I turn into something very sentimental: I'm not a Maudlin. This statement confirms that I'm no emo. I don't even envy those who are into affairs. I even, sometimes, insult the way they handle each other. That's probably some defense mechanism. But really, I fear of becoming a maudlin because it would cause me losing my ego--which is the most treasured gem of my entity. Therefore, I fear of falling inlove.
It's exactly one year from now (plus one day because of that extra day this Leap Year) when I dived into a nonsense relationship (GASP!! Yup, I had one and I'm not going to tell more about it). It was just nothing .. But I'm no player. I was just curious. But it ended it with nothing and it wasn't any big deal. There wasn't even any formal break up. So, _____ ANNIVERSARY!!!
But during those times did I notice that I was slowly losing myself. I was becoming a fool for playing around and I had to stop it. It was one of the most disgusting thing to do---to be in a relationship. It's not that I wasn't ready. But I was really disgusted with myself.
So now I'm more focused on becoming myself and trying also to know my weaknesses so that I would become a better person. I don't want to fall inlove--no, not yet. (YUUUCK!!! This is totally corny!!!)
I'm not alone. Having someone to love is not the last thing in the world. I don't need to exist with a partner; I already have myself!!
(Jessica Simpson, is that you?!)
Thursday night, on our way home, Kat, my SUPER FRIEND, and I ended up in discussing about a few stuffs which, in the end, lead to us talking about how much we love ourselves and how much we think. It was fun sharing ideas with my Super Friend: AT LAST!! A PERSON WHO HAS ALMOST ALL THE SAME IDEAS AS MINE!! But let's go back to the main topic: LOVE.
*VOMITING*
Okay... One of the things I fear of me becoming is when I turn into something very sentimental: I'm not a Maudlin. This statement confirms that I'm no emo. I don't even envy those who are into affairs. I even, sometimes, insult the way they handle each other. That's probably some defense mechanism. But really, I fear of becoming a maudlin because it would cause me losing my ego--which is the most treasured gem of my entity. Therefore, I fear of falling inlove.
It's exactly one year from now (plus one day because of that extra day this Leap Year) when I dived into a nonsense relationship (GASP!! Yup, I had one and I'm not going to tell more about it). It was just nothing .. But I'm no player. I was just curious. But it ended it with nothing and it wasn't any big deal. There wasn't even any formal break up. So, _____ ANNIVERSARY!!!
But during those times did I notice that I was slowly losing myself. I was becoming a fool for playing around and I had to stop it. It was one of the most disgusting thing to do---to be in a relationship. It's not that I wasn't ready. But I was really disgusted with myself.
So now I'm more focused on becoming myself and trying also to know my weaknesses so that I would become a better person. I don't want to fall inlove--no, not yet. (YUUUCK!!! This is totally corny!!!)
I'm not alone. Having someone to love is not the last thing in the world. I don't need to exist with a partner; I already have myself!!
(Jessica Simpson, is that you?!)
Saturday, March 8, 2008
This is How I Do It
One of the things I always have problem filling up in websites is the 'About Me' slot. It's not that I don't know myself totally... But I don't know how I should be able to deliver everything about me in just short sentences (or paragraphs).
A lot of people would claim that they are this and that, but I don't want to fall in line with them. And I don't also want to fall in line with those people (or posers) who try so hard to be apart of the society--those who claim that they are different.
Take note of this: everyone is different in his and her own ways. You don't need to eat insects to say you're weird. You don't need to wear black to say you're a goth. You don't need to wear glasses and say you're cool.. or blind. All you have to do is BE YOURSELF. So I don't care if I'm in line with any of the two (the commoners or the others), I just do what I do.
I've been in that stage when I want to be everything----a superhero, a salesclerk, an assassin, an astronaut, an anime, a celebrity, a musician, or a mentally disturbed person (this one's a dream come true right now!!). But I stopped dreaming. No, it's not that I don't dream or I'm not doing anything to do something for myself. Just being me is enough to say that I'm different, I'm weird and I'm GREAT.
I am so GREAT in just being MYSELF. It even irks me to hear people to tell me to be this and that and to do this and not do that when they couldn’t even point out what wrong it causes to other people.
One of my mottos in life: As long as I don't step on other people's dreams, I do what I want.
But going back to our topic, I don't need to be the best there is. I don't aim for anything--so for all those people who keep on seeing me as a challenge, I am putting you down now. You may become the best musician, author, blogger, dancer, student, friend, director, or anything you want to become--it's all yours. The fans are all yours, the friends are all yours, the fame is all yours.
It's enough for me to say that I'm the BEST JAMES there is. And this James right here is going to be something Great (AMBISYOSO!!!), something nobody else could follow.... of course, there is only one me. Nobody can be the next me. There will never be.
A lot of people would claim that they are this and that, but I don't want to fall in line with them. And I don't also want to fall in line with those people (or posers) who try so hard to be apart of the society--those who claim that they are different.
Take note of this: everyone is different in his and her own ways. You don't need to eat insects to say you're weird. You don't need to wear black to say you're a goth. You don't need to wear glasses and say you're cool.. or blind. All you have to do is BE YOURSELF. So I don't care if I'm in line with any of the two (the commoners or the others), I just do what I do.
I've been in that stage when I want to be everything----a superhero, a salesclerk, an assassin, an astronaut, an anime, a celebrity, a musician, or a mentally disturbed person (this one's a dream come true right now!!). But I stopped dreaming. No, it's not that I don't dream or I'm not doing anything to do something for myself. Just being me is enough to say that I'm different, I'm weird and I'm GREAT.
I am so GREAT in just being MYSELF. It even irks me to hear people to tell me to be this and that and to do this and not do that when they couldn’t even point out what wrong it causes to other people.
One of my mottos in life: As long as I don't step on other people's dreams, I do what I want.
But going back to our topic, I don't need to be the best there is. I don't aim for anything--so for all those people who keep on seeing me as a challenge, I am putting you down now. You may become the best musician, author, blogger, dancer, student, friend, director, or anything you want to become--it's all yours. The fans are all yours, the friends are all yours, the fame is all yours.
It's enough for me to say that I'm the BEST JAMES there is. And this James right here is going to be something Great (AMBISYOSO!!!), something nobody else could follow.... of course, there is only one me. Nobody can be the next me. There will never be.
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