Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
If I am to find the perfect song for this longest running syndicated situation, this Fray song would be it. UNSAID. I have the words inside but chose to leave them where they are. I could pour it out but I’d rather not. I can talk to him and tell him everything but I chose to be buried in the eerie silence of my heart. I am writing this thinking about him and listening to what could have been the soundtrack of our lives. I am the sole person responsible for my miseries and I’d rather be miserable than have all the what ifs in life - cos according to one great man whose name I cannot remember, WHAT IF is the saddest two words in the world when combined together.
As I say all the time in my very feeling wise manner – there are things that should be left unsaid, things that should be left unanswered. Ask me why? I’d rather not talk about it cos there are things that could get complicated more than they are now. He deserves to be happy. I wish him well. He should have the girl of his dreams soon or even not the dream girl but the girl that would love him the way he should be. That is the prayer from my heart, the prayer that could liberate me as well. I am not tired I just want change. I am not moving on cos I know I don’t have to it’ll just be a waste of time cos he’ll always be the guy I wished “my guy”.
For people who know me and those who cares for me, they know that I have never denied that my feelings are intense that I truly care and will forever be caring for & worrying about him. But he’ll never know because this is something I opted to be left unsaid. And with this, I am wrapping up the entry with a promise that I’ll be okay should you find the person you feel will make you happy. I care for you that much.
Friday, June 08, 2007
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
I can’t help but notice that high school before and now is more or less still the same. In the corner of my eye I saw one pretty girl approaching with her whole entourage. Another one approached and when she reached the first pretty girl they did the usual beso-beso, all 6 of them. These are the popular pretty girls. The geeks were in one corner eyeing them as if talking about them. But they made sure that their heads were bowed and their stare were just peripherally adjusted so as not to be caught. Then here comes the jock, he was wearing sunglasses so I really can’t figure out if he’s good looking or not. He removed his glasses then greeted a group of cool guys hanging out by the cafeteria – he is cute. As he passed by you can’t deny that he exudes a great confidence – his strides tell that this is gonna be his year. I also noticed the side ways glance he throw the prettiest girl from the popular group.
This was the same scenario I witnessed when I was in highschool. You might be wondering what group I belong to. Well to be honest not the popular kid’s group not even the geeks’ or the jocks’. I belong to a unique group (aside from the fact that I’m late during first days of school that is why I don’t have the luxury of bidding time on the hallways). I belong to UNP, the Unpredictables. It was the melting pot of individuals in our year level. We have a geek, a jock, some popular pretty girls, talented ones – can sing can dance, we have the presidents of various organizations, we have the excellent & most intelligent students, the school majorette belongs to our group, the class valedictorian & salutatorian, the boy scouts, the drummers, the twirlers, the losers hehehe. And we’re just 8 in that group.
I am thankful that I have that group, it made my high school really fun. I miss you Chie, Mark, Yong, Dette, Cel, Juliet – and our ampon Tonie. Miss you guys, all the memories swarm back to me when I was observing everything at Jude’s school. Love you guys and thank you for the friendship, see all soon.
Friday, June 01, 2007
2. What is Joel Madden doing in that movie?
We finished that afternoon with a celebratory dinner of Saree & Patrick's offcical engagement. We had a nice dinner courtesy of Manay Saree at the Old Spaghetti House in Festival.
Jenny's 29th birthday celebration at Jollibee Roxas Blvd last May 5, 2007. Dream come true for a lot of folks!!! Ang makabond at mag pose with Jollibee.
Jenny's birthday dinner (May 10 - her actual birthday) at Aplaya Festival, with us are our good friends Dines, Jeng, Dolfo & Randy.
My niece Shaine's 10th birthday celebration (May 12, 2007)
blurred picture (dilim kase di kaya ng phone ko) with Jo at Malou & Iggy's wedding, May 19 at San Miguel church. Too bad we weren't able to make it sa church (traffic & all)...
With UST friends at Malou's & Iggy's wedding (May 19, 2007), reception was held at Manila Hotel's Fiesta Pavilion (syempre pa nag iisang picture kaya kahit pa nakapikit ako at si Jo go pa rin at post... nananawagan ako kay Irvin, pahingi ng kopya ng pictures natin)
Ladies and Gentlemen the class of '97.
If I could offer you one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience...
I will dispense this advice now
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh, nevermind, you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now, how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are NOT as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real toubles in life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind the blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday
Do one thing everyday that scares you.
Don't be reckless with other peoples hearts.
Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.
The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive.
Forget the insults.
If you suceed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters.
Throw away your old bank statements.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most ineresting 40 year olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll divorce at 40.
Maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary....
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either - your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can... don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it... it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance... even if you have nowhere else to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines they will only make you feel UGLY.
Brother and sister together we'll make it through.
Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there.
I know you've been hurting, but I've been waiting to be there for you.
And I'll be there just helping you out whenever I can.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they might be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they're your best link to your past, and the people most likely to stick with you in the future
Understand that friends come and go, except for the precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but, leave before it makes you soft.
Accept certain inalienable truths.
Prices will rise, Politicians will philander, you too will get old.
And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you'll have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia; dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Everybody's free. Everybody's free.