oMy google searches for the day:
1. pick up lines in the gym
2. rolling a joint for beginners
3. Unbelievable lyrics
4. xtube (forgot the addie T.T)
5. the best **** ever
6. peso exchange rate
7. what’s del.icio.us?
8. ecological footprints
9. capricorn horoscope february 22
10. working passwords.
11. how to say no nicely
12. apa footnote format
13. how to block forwarded emails
Where was I last February 14? eh?
I was on a bus nursing a runny nose. Dang. On my way to Manila for some commitments.
I am technically unattached for what seemed like ages already so I was bit more of what a friend called ‘melancholiac’. The counter girl back in the terminal even had the audacity to place me in a window and vacant seat for company. (its not that there was no time for love because some days back there was a backseat incident but, well, could be discounted as simply forgettable. Cars are cars in my life, hehe)
So I was on a bus. Pondering how miserable it was to be me. Really. I had this huge hanky that couldn’t fit in my pocket. I had to tuck it back in my bag in front (the bus has a lot of room) everytime I am done wiping my nosy business. It and the Davidoff probably did the trick. On the twelfth duck, the angel finally turned to look.
I think I blushed.
wahaha.
The hooded eyes made my heart flutter a bit and, boy, it was some time since I’ve been in that scenario and barely recovered. It felt good but I was mindful that we were looking at each other for like 5 sec already and in my dilemma whether to smile or say a word, syet I looked away. There’s this sad and wanting look about this person that took my breath away. It’s like saying: Go on take it all away. Because that’s all I have to give.
Was I being liked and foolish? lol
In retrospect, I thought eros had been dropping a lot of hints dummy. For starters it was Valentines. Second, 6 glances are way too many especially that there is an effort of turning the head a little (I was at the back.) - eight, in fact, if i include the pretense at fixing the reclining seat. This person has the family for company so they keep much to themselves in knots that I have never imagined possible. They all look good, though.
Another omen also was my seeing Djai, the scarlet girl, who is fond of psychedelic flowers and stuffs that would make you think of love in a sorta strange way. She was there when the bus pulled over.
To make the story short and to save myself the agony of recounting a tragedy, I’d like to say that I did not get a number, much less a name, much less a word. *Sigh. All I have with me is a smile.
What if I asked a question? Would there be an answer?
Okay, I know. Sorry ha, you got a loser here.
Fact: When I am travelling like that, I am 90% asleep.
Malalim man daw ang ilog,
Hanggang dibdib pa rin.
… ng bibe.
Na inspire ka no?
- Montoya
hayz, this is a tribute to a new found respect to the man called Tatad.
He sent a letter to erap urging him that including JV and the kamag-anak et al. is an error in the election frenzy… well, here are some snippets:
"I had to die in that meeting to be able to say
the first line of a long sentence. I had already lost too
many friends because of politics, and I did not want to lose any more
than I already have.
"But the truth needed to be said, and nobody else seemed
willing to say it. I had to take the risk. The ancients said it so
well: Amicus Plato, amicus Socrates, sed magis amica veritas - ‘Plato
is dear to me, Socrates is dear, but the truth is dearer still.’"
"This was not a question of the Constitution or the law, but
simply of ethics — of what is right and proper. Article II, Sec. 26 of
the 1987 Constitution says, "The State shall guarantee equal access
to opportunities for public service, and prohibit political dynasties
as may be defined by law."
"No enabling law has been enacted, but we have a serious
moral duty to live by the Spirit of the Constitution, and not to make
the problem of dynasties any messier than it already is."
….
"This, for me then, is a new turning point. I
began my political career in 1969, when I was appointed to the Cabinet
at 29, the youngest such appointee in our history. Through the years, I
have fought many fights, many of them lost causes. I have not learned
to exchange principle for personal pleasure or profit, and I have
always paid the price.
"This allows me to stand on my own, with no fear of powers or
personalities, of the dark or of the light; to snore quietly in my
sleep every night in the hope of waking up in the morning to a loving
and merciful God, and to speak up whenever truth demands a witness, and
something that needs to be said in speech and in silence is not being
said.
"I would be untrue to myself if I said that what the leaders
of UNO propose to do with their ‘Unity Ticket’ is right. It is most
certainly not, and I will not dishonor our friendship by keeping silent
or pretending that it is right, or of little or no consequence."
I am sorry but I just copied what I liked a best… It was thoroughly reproduced in mr pascual’s column in the star.
one of the many downsides of having three full grown brothers is that your wardrobe gets raided all the time. it’s okay. although am not fine with it, am not exactly mean to deny them my shoes, clothes, jacket n all even if i resent the fact that they got jobs and the resources to have their own.
However, it is absolutely unaccceptable when items find their way back not in one piece anymore. its bad enough that there’s intrusion with my things (which I absolutely hate).
just this morning one of my favorite jackets had a stain and I cannot find a jersey which was important because it was a gift. i got four sunglasses but now I got none left. I value my things - I remember how i bought stuffs, with who, in what circumstances… maybe peeps cant dig that but thats how am I with things and people.
It irks me when one uses my book, leave it somewhere for the dog or the lil cousin to tear.
makes one long for the days when work forces you to be by your own.
"My wish for you is to be continously reincarnated as an egg.
This way, you’ll get laid every morning, get eaten every day, and get hard in three minutes.
Yes, and get beaten, too!"
- anonymous (daw hehe)
I am writing this blog beside an expanse of rice fields and an occasional coughing of a generator somewhere far (it’s still black out see T.T). I am browsing the internet, checking mail, checking my orders and attempting to install a messaging program. I am practically remote as I could ever be. I am talking to the birds and soiling my feet with mud.
And I am not wired.
Boy, was I pleased.
I am online thanks to Smart 3G. As of this very WORD, I would be paying 10 pesos because I have been online for about 29 minutes. Isn’t it cool? Like so cool?
Hehe.
After a spate of disasters, this is a welcome change. I nearly cried when I made it work. Futek, I am nearly going broke because I couldn’t work.
Last time I checked, my computer was still a Mac. So there were some difficulties setting the whole damned thing up. Plus a bit expensive since my phone aint 3g. now i got two and two arms less.
Anyway, here I am.
Here’s the thing, you got to own a pc, a laptop and a mobile phone to make it work. The phone must be 3g (though I have heard there are people who made it work with T610) The 3g phone acts as a modem via usb, ir, or bluetooth. Just work on your own because the Smart Customer Service sucks (at least the one called Aldrin).
And to hell with Globe. The Globe Visibility it’s offering is invisible here.
For example, you don’t know love really… of course, except for the affection you feel for your family and friends. So it’s sad how people are hurt when they say I love you and you don’t understand it.
Is it easy? I mean to feel that way… love someone and say it?
I think saying I love you is like a prayer. You…
don’t ask the gods for small things. you save the prayer for the real big ones.
How can you love when you don’t?
But its welcome when it doesn’t ask. You keep it comin and it will be appreciated.
syet. cheesy huh?
naranasan mo na ba ang lupet na humahagupit?
- cool eh?
kanta ata to ng Siakol. Muntikan na akong mahulugan ng dumbbells ng marinig ko sa OK fm. hehe. Sayang lang at ala akong lyrics na makuha sa web.
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since i got no clever things to say presently, i got new photos instead 
here, we see UST gloating to high heavens. UAAP champ 2006. For aliens such as I, coming from the university of Others, I seriously don’t dig why a win like this deserve the fireworks and a mass. Right, it is my opinion so sue me. wahehe
Rig II. when everybody’s gettin the macbook am one step behind T.T well, doesn’t he look pretty. I’ll have to beg food for months.
need I say more? I am gloating as well. T.T
i trimmed the whiskers. and she seemed okay with it.
I know that a number of people are turning into nuts these days. And I can only wonder why.
Anyway, if you’re a nut, don’t presume to know what makes a nut and go about haggling people that they are just because you are.
its irritating.
