Shoutouts!!

Belated happy birthday Bejar!! Too bad they weren't available during your special day. Say thanks, I patiently waited for you (utang na loob yun-my list is getting longer).

Tell me the real and whole story when we have time! Valentine's is coming! hehe. See, napa-shopping ka tuloy... Mine, I can't view your blog.

Fernand, i don't feel your presence lately, dude! Guess your having a new set of friends huh...

Katz, read my post! You got me scared last night!

Oli, what's up, happy new year! miss the days! Happy birthday? How's the weather down there?? Hahah! Ol, I just can't believe it! We are talking and chatting! Sosyal kaau ka! You've been speaking the language the whole duration! You're impossible! But I was so glad to hear your voice. You sound so well and fine. So our timezones differ by five hours. The call got disconnected, too bad..

Sidney, mame, I'm so missing our conversations!

Ane, have a twilight movie, mingaw na ko nimo ngeet!!!

****, ala lang.... (-_;)

Spur of the moment

My Contemporary Ode

A soul’s confused
And tears are bitter
Don’t leave a heart bruised
Or a sweet sad whisper.

Those eyes are staring,
Filled with pain and longing,
A teardrop one hates to waste
Is more than a wound,
That cuts deep through.

Your silence is deafening-
It loudly vibrates
Your smile is threatening-
A doubt it so much gives.

water is deep,
It’s drowning me,
If your hand’s willing,
then hold me,

But if your drowning, too,
I'll drown with you...

A little history

It's all my good friend's fault. His name is Fernand Yim(his blog is mynameisfernandyim.blogspot.com, in case you want to check out). We were training as CSR for Capital One when he started promoting his blogsite and everytime he has to introduce himself, he would always remind us to go check his blogsite. At some point, it became irritating(Peace Ferndz!). Anyway, it took me about five months to be convinced, I eventually came to have my own blogsite, as well. Mine Canete, also a good friend at Sykes, has her own, too (all because of Ferndz. I have a lot to tell. My life is crazy and wonderful. Sometimes, I just find it so hard to express how I truly feel about something, that is why I always tend to be poetic. I'm more of a poet than a journalist. I always find myself writing essays than short stories or poems than songs. Truth is, I'm more on the conservative side when telling my story. So... I don't really expect anything. Let's just say, this is just my breather... And this time, I make it a little more public.. ;p

Let's get started...

I don't really know how to start. I couldn't even find the best way to describe myself. All I know is I am living my life at this very moment. I may not be at my pedestal but in a way, I know my story is worth telling...