I've never bought a lotto ticket but I think I better consider that now.

haha.

Let's just say somehow I had already tested my luck with regards to raffles although not all the time of course. I won a Lighthouse Family poster and cd back in high school from a radio station's raffle. I won again from that same radio station 1 grand for a brand of lotion's promotion. When I was on college, my classmate forced me to buy tickets for our IECEP night acquaintance party raffle promo and I purchased 2 tickets and guess what? I won the first and 2nd prize! 21" TV and DVD player. lol. Only got 2 tickets and both were picked. I did not even attend the said event. Such luck.

Yesterday, we had our company Halloween party and I was so sleepy that I decided not to attend. And when I went to work last night, I was surprised when the guard handed me a paper bag and let me sign a paper (I think the guard was more excited than me.haha) And when I checked on the bag, wow, it's a new wristwatch and a cash gift certificate! I can't remember buying any raffle tickets. Then I learned that it was a raffle for those agents who had perfect attendance for the last quarter. Just got lucky, my name was picked.

But the moral lesson of the story is, don't attend an event if there's a raffle promo portion. lol

Come to think of it, it's been over 2 years already since the last time I wore a wrist watch. After my last watch's battery died, I stopped wearing one. Maybe this is a sign. Sign of what? That I am running out of time or I still have plenty of it? hmmmm....

But weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!

Just got lucky indeed.



I hope I'd be lucky in love too.XD

wearing her newly won watch.^_^

I love books.

Old and new. I just love looking at them especially if they are piled in a ceiling high book shelf. I love feeling them. The texture of the paper used. Some have embossed title cover. Some are shiny. Some are rough. But mostly smooth. I love running my fingers through them But most of all, I love smelling them. I don't know but books have a certain distinctive smell that when you enter a library or a bookstore you can't help but mutter: "Ahhhh! It smells like books!" =p

Even old books have distinctive smell. Yung tipong galing sa baul tapos pag inamoy mo sasabihin mong ang bango! (may kasama pang achoooooo!) XD

Kidding aside, what makes its smell distinctive is its smell of knowledge. Cause you know in between those pages is a world of its own. Some authors spent years to complete a book. Some only spent a matter of days. But every book promises knowledge. And if I'd mix that smell of knowledge with coffee-aroma ---- wala na. "I'm on a high!"

My knack for reading did not start at a very young age. When I was a kid, I was more of a TV/Comics fanatic. Books looked boring for me. They are literally full of words. No illustrations, just pure sentences. Plain Boring.

When I was in high school, I joined the bandwagon of reading Hardy Boys and Nancy Drews. But those did not lauch my book addiction. Third year high school: we had to submit a full novel analysis and I had no idea which novel I must read. My aunt suggested Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell. It took me 3 months to finish the entire book. It's not because I didn't have ample time. It was maybe because the book is just really thick (it have 1448 pages!). Maybe because my reading comprehension during those time was not yet good that I needed to reread every chapter and since it was a long term project, we had to give chapter by chapter analysis.

Looking back, I realized I should had chosen a different book. That experience even made my likeness for books slimmer. After that, I was back to being stuck with reading academic text-books. And we all know that academic/school books are seasonal. Peek seasons are during quizzes and periodical exam time.

So of course the obvious question is, "What book made me love books?"

Well, as much as I want to say that it's the Electronic Communications System Fundamentals Through Advance by Wayne Tomasi, I have to give the credit to J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter for the book that started it all-award. I was hooked. I badly wanted to read the books one after another. Sorcerer Stone, Chamber of Secret, Prisoner of Azkaban, Goblet of Fire and the Order of Phoenix --- I wanted to devour all of them over night (during that time Book 6 and 7 were not yet released). It was a newly found addiction. And when I finished book 5, I was left wanting for more.

That was also the time when I was nurturing some first-love-romance-state. I found my hopeless-romantic salvation from Nicholas Sparks' The Notebook. From magical adventure to romance. That's when I started experimenting, widening my book preferences. I tried tested-through-time/Best-seller authors first: John Grisham, Mary Higgins Clark, Tom Clancy, Dan Brown, Paulo Coelho, Mitch Albom or pretty much those authors whose books are available in our school library or a classmate has in possession. After that, I practically read anything (academic books are still exemptions here of course). Books from famous authors, new authors, controversial books, self-help books, fictional and non-fictional books. My pace gradually increased, comprehension was developed. Books that I can finish off in one sitting. Although there are still those that took me months to finish but it's either because I don't like the story or it's just badly written. But at least I still finish them anyway.

So my point here is: It's never too late to love reading, never too late to love books. You just need to find the right book that could change your perception. Don't be intimidated by the number of pages. The lines are more detailed and intricate than any illustrators can draw. The words are more truthful and painful. It's your time alone. It'll make you travel. It will let you get lost but it will also let you find an entirely new world.

A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore an explosive idea without fear it will go off in your face. It is one of the few havens remaining where a man's mind can get both provocation and privacy. ~Edward P. Morgan

he definitely still had the moves.

I'm trying to find the right words to describe the movie. It could be considered as a tribute to Michael Jackson. It could be considered as a last memoir for his fans.

I was hesitant at first to watch this cinema. After all, this could just be another one of those concert-movies that centered on the self-centeredness of the artist/s. Also, a lot of people are fighting over MJ's royalty right now and this flick might be one of those desperate means of leeching money from the grieving fans. But whether that's the reason for the producers or not, MJ is just so great you'd forget about it. You'd even forget for a while that he was fifty. You'd think he's still alive. It will leave you hoping the concert became a reality.

This Is It is indeed a compilation of the rehearsals for the suppose to be concert of MJ. I am not a fan of MJ. But I do like some of his songs and he is the best dancer I've ever seen performed.

Forget the controversies. Forget the eccentricity. Forget the stained reputation. Michael Jackson is the best performer the music industry ever had. His originality, creativity, and even his humility, it's just amazing. He knows his music. That makes him even greater. That's what separate good from great performers. And MJ totally deserves to be called as the King of Pop.

It's somehow depressing during the film when his audience were just his own few back up dancers and concert crew. But Michael Jackson definitely still had it. Too bad though, he no longer get to live to hear all the praises.

But like those great artists that had gone ahead of us, MJ's legacy will live on.

Rating: ★★★★☆

What was your childhood dream?

Funny isn't it that when we are already old enough we are often posted with questions that are totally opposite of what were asked to us back when we were young.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

You will probably think that I am lying if I will say that I don't have a childhood dream. All of us must have had one at one point in our lives. Well, let's just say that I am not one of those lucky bunch who at the age of 6 had already realized and said to themselves that "I will be a professional singer someday". I always sing out of tune. My body stiffens whenever I'm in the dance floor. I have tendencies to be stoical. In short, the world of entertainment is not for me. I never imagined nor see my self auditioning. That'll be the end of the world if I do that. lol. I also have no talent for drawing. I can only do basic shapes so fine arts, architecture or becoming a painter were out of the picture as well. Back then and maybe till now, I am still trying to find myself a place under the sun.

But when we were graders, our teachers were like broken record, always asking us what do we want to do with our lives. And believe it or not, as for me, first dream was to be a traffic enforcer. lol. I was just amazed as to why is it that a person standing in the middle of the street can avoid being ran over by a track or getting hit by a car. Leaves me chuckling with the thought of me wearing a white glove under the heat of the sun at the center of a cross road. What a sight. haha.

I also thought of becoming a teacher so I could wear those mono-colored uniform, terrorize "little people" and how fun it would be giving tests instead of taking them!

But yes, I never become one of these.

When I reached high school I get to know more of my skills more than my talents. I had set my mind to take up accountancy. I've been acing our bookkeeping subject and as a hard proof, if you'd look at my high school year book, you'd see under my profile: "She's going to be an accountant."

But yes again, I'll never be one.


I found myself enrolling for an engineering course. The path I had chosen was tough and uncertain. But then somehow I finished college. Though in the end I failed to get the title I thought I'd have after 5 years and 6 months of preparation. I could say that that was one of the darkest and saddest days of my life. Then you might even wonder what the hell am I doing. Staying in this place that would constantly remind me of my failure. Staying away from the comfort of my family and friends.

But well, just like what they say: you got to cry a river, build a bridge and then get over it.

I think I am stronger than I ever gave myself credit for.

True: Life right now doesn't include a professional license card, an entire 25th floor with the view over looking the city as an office, no product design projects, no yellow beetle as a car, no dozen credit cards. Maybe I am not cut-out to be a company project engineer (or maybe not yet) but then, so what?

All I know is that right now I am blessed. Truly blessed.

And that in this worldy-world whose tenants always try to impose and put you in a box, I am just glad I did not turned out to be someone's I-think-you'll-be-this.

Yes, I beg to differ.

The Dream Guy.

Hmmmm....He must at least be 6 feet tall with washboard abs, a man who orders tap water with dinner and not an overpriced bottled water, blue-eyed with a high paying job. Hmmmm....Maybe a surgeon, lives next door and must love cats.

Wait.

That is not my description of my dream guy. That's just my conclusion of Abby Richter's (played by Katherine Heigl) apt description of his ideal man after watching the movie The Ugly Truth. In a way, this chick-flick attempts to portray the modern kind of dating especially for modern/professional/independent/Type-A career women are having --- the common dating problems faced by professionals --- dealing with a date much like a job interview: set an appointment, have the guy's full-background checked and qualifications must be met. The only problem is, one can't seem to tell a certain guy "You are Hired as my partner" straight on. That would sound so over-the-top. In a way we can say that it's definitely outrageous but in a way as well, we can say that it's true. Not with all these women, us women (I have to include my self), never ending fight for equality over men. Oh, we can say we do have tendencies to be control-freaks. But this perfectionist Ms. Producer though living in the 21st century still believes in Mr. Perfect.

But of course this is a chick-film and the up and coming scenarios are pretty much predictable. There's this guy who is the total opposite of all these qualifications, thus totally not her Mr. Perfect: a male chauvinist, rugged, brash, full of bravado guy whose philosophy is for men and women to look for lust and not love (but I have to add extremely good looking as well) >>> Enter Mike Chadway (Gerard Butler). Let's just say they've finally found their equal. Equally dominating, equally domineering, equally commanding, equally suffering from superiority complex. Ooooops. I think they all mean the same. But at least now you get the picture. But at least as well, in that sense we could deduce that they are definitely compatible. *wink

The movie posted couple of stereotypes. How men differ from women. Like "Rule #4: Never talk about your problems 'cause men don't really listen or care." Huh? Really now? That is so crazy. I wonder if any guy would admit that that is true.

It also presented the never ending battle of the sexes, superficiality, and the there's-no-such-thing-as-Mr.-Perfect-cliche or the old romantic-comedy formula. But nah, sometimes a movie is just a movie ---- some guilty pleasure, something to lull our selves.

On a personal note, in a way I had identified myself with Abby. Let's just say just like her I am romantically challenged and I too sometimes tend to be a walking checklist. But then the more I am exposed to reality the more that my checklist is becoming a description of a certain person. lol. But the bottom line here is that that's why it's called a dream guy because that's exactly how it is defined: a guy we dreamed up and wished to have.

I don't know if you would say that that is an ugly truth. But the cliched truth is there's no one here on earth who could fill out all the items in our checklist. And the only way to make that dream a reality is to realize that some dreams are realities we simply failed to recognized.

Sometimes the truth is: He was right there all along.

great combination!

Rating: ★★★★☆

I don't dance.

I mean, I do if it's compulsory but I just can't. I'm referring to the real "dancing" and not just moving.

I wouldn't mind singing off key or even try sketching, just don't let me bust some moves.

Dancing and me are like oil and water that just don't mix. Maybe it runs in the family. I mean I haven't seen my mom and dad dancing at all. As in ever. Although when I was still in school especially during elementary days, dancing is part of our P.E. classes and I wonder how the hell did I pass. haha.

Truly, not that I have a low self-esteem. It's just the truth. One word: Horrible.

That's why I have high respects for those people who could really dance because I know it's something I really can't do. In a way I do envy those people and thoughts of I would do anything to dance like that is totally inevitable. I wonder if if I'll enroll myself in a dance class will I still have a chance of softening these bones? Maybe it will be the first time ever that I'd be kicked out from class. lol.

Well, recently I've been a fan of a certain music video. It's a clip from a performance from So You Think You Can Dance. I watched it for the nth time already. I just found their interpretation for the song Mad by Neyo so amazing. And I find the snuggling part dreamy. ^_^

Oh, I sure do want to dance like that. haha. I appreciated the song Mad because of this. Watch the video. It's really cool.

Time Travel. Love. Infidelity. Sex. Age. Fate. Death.

Those are the top things that will first come to mind whenever I'd think of The Time Traveler's Wife at least if I'd think of the book more than the movie. It's one of those books that I wanted to read in one sitting simply because it's definitely a page-turner. However, the number of pages won't allow me to do so.

The plot is complicated, ambitious but that's when you know the author is great. That although you know that a story such as this is totally impossible in real life, you'd end up believing it anyway.

From the book synopsis --- This is the extraordinary love story of Clare and Henry who met when Clare was six and Henry was thirty-six, and were married when Clare was twenty-two and Henry thirty. Impossible but true, because Henry suffers from a rare condition where his genetic clock periodically resets and he finds himself pulled suddenly into his past or future.

Weird isn't it?

That's why in a way I was wondering how will the film-makers be able to materialize the book in to a movie with-out confusing its audience especially those who have not yet read the book. And I'm satisfied with the movie outcome.

Of course there's a lot of scenes that were omitted. Not all characters were given much spotlight. Not all topics I've mentioned were included. This is not a sci-fi movie by the way. So don't think this is one of those sci-fi movies that dwells more on the possibility, rationale and theories behind time traveling. And although if you had read the book, there's a lot of explanations about that subject, it helped that in the movie, they did not dwell in to that much.

It focuses more on how Clare and Henry cope and tried to live a normal life. It showed us that true love can definitely wait over and over again. And though in reality time passes, if you're with the one you love, you can make Time stand still.

Waiting.

Sometimes I wonder if waiting is a unique gift given to women. Like princesses in fairytales simply wait for their prince charming to come not that they'd go looking for prince charming themselves. That reminded me of a friend getting reprimanded by her mom cause she said she'd go looking for love. Her mom rebuked her and said no, you don't go looking for love. Love looks for you. Let it find you.

But what if Love finaly finds you but it always come and go? Would you rather keep on waiting or look for someone who can stay?

Clare always finds herself in such predicament. She don't know when Henry would disapper and when would he come back. Who would want their husband disappearing during the first night of their marriage or during Christmas and New Year's eve? With-out any means of contacting him. Or in your ordinary lives as husband and wife, you'd find the shower left open, the stove still on fire and you always find your self picking up the pile of clothes left by the time-traveler. One can't help but admire Clare's patience and undying love for Henry.

A time-traveling husband is definitely not possible but a love shared by Henry and Clare is definitely to die for.

Rachel McAdams and Eric Bana did an excellent job!

Love indeed transcends Time.

Rating: ★★★★☆

I keep my self busy. Time goes faster that way.

I go to sleep alone and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play...Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absense?

-Clare, Time Traveler's Wife, Prolouge

He's Back.

Or at least in our hometown.

Oh well. The news that he's back was not a great surprise on my part. Not if you'll get all those notifications in FB. It's inevitable not to read or see them.

But don't you think that the fact that I'm blogging it means that it is still a great deal for me?

I think I need a little nudge here to help me remember. JMVEC, when did I exactly say that I am over him?

Wait. How many times have I told myself that I'm already over him? It could be the number of blog entries that I have or even more. All those getting over him, giving up on him, letting go, never meant to be, moved on, no longer a part of me, a face in a crowd, closure, not affected, I'll wish no more, to love again, false hopes. Damn. They all mean and lead to one thing.

I'm a broken a record.

And I hold my zodiac responsible for it. Gemini's inconsistency seemed to be a pretty great excuse.

Well come to think of it, five years is five years. It's not something one can just throw away right on.

But oh well. Much had been said/written about him by me. I think I've pretty much given my sentiments from that Unsent Letter entry.

Firsts are something one easily remembers but hardly forget. That pretty much reminded me of Han Gyul from Coffee Prince. You know the way he felt towards Yu Ju. Yes, he too is like a bad habit for me. Like drinking water in the morning… I can't not see him, and even if I try not to, I end up seeing him anyway… a terrible habit. But he is more like a coffee for me ---- My black-sugarless coffee. The first ever coffee I had come in to liking. That even though I had come in to liking other coffee flavors, nothing still beats the original.

A habit.

Such a hard habit to break.

And if I can add one more thing in that Unsent Letter, maybe this:

Still I couldn't find someone half as right as you.

This guy is reminding me again why I love him.






One word: Sexy. ^_^

getting crazy.




Now stop raising your eyebrows again thinking that this time around I am getting crazy over that boy I've mentioned before.

No.

Absolutely. Totally. Not. True.

The set-up for the last five nights in the office is keeping me sane but it's all the talk and untimely/unlikely/uncalled introductions that's taking my sanity away. If you're in the office during those times then you ought to understand what I was feeling. If you're not there, I'm sorry. I can't say anything more about it. Let's just say that, those are memories that must be buried in the dark detritus of life.

I know that this blog site had gained a couple of readers these past few days. The thought of removing that article or maybe edit it is the most sensible thing to do. But then, what's the point of doing that when it's already out? Besides, I think there's nothing remotely wrong with admiring someone. It's called human nature. It's the greatest law: Law of Attraction. I'm just a girl attracted to a guy. Plain and simple. And besides again, a writer writes for a reader to read. At least finally, my blog had gained popularity. But what a way of gaining popularity. Sheesh.

Look here. I am not whining. I am more of pissed with myself. For feeling this way. For acting this way. I mean c'mon! I should know better. What happened to the I've been down this road before and I know what to do? Where did all my feistiness go?

Where are you? I need you back.

I've once promised myself that the next time I'll start feeling it again, I'll have the upper-hand on it this time. ----That, that is the only way to beat it. And that to have it control over me again will be the end of my sanity.

But then again, remember what they say about it: Love is the sanity of a fool and a sane man's foolishness.

And right now that I think I'm getting crazy,Can this be love I'm feeling right now?

Oh, that sounded like a song. You can scratch that part.

It's just that somehow, I'm thinking that if I had kept everything to myself and all the teasing did not happen maybe, just maybe, I could have had the courage of having small talks with him.

Maybe then, things could have been different.

I just hope I'd get better than this.

I woke up with a headache and when I checked the clock it's already past 8:30. First thought: Shit. Work at 9 and I'd surely be late. This will be the first time I'd ever be late for work if ever. Then I pulled myself up. The room was pitch dark but then I saw a little ray of sunshine trying to slip through the window curtain. Then I realized that Shit again. It's indeed 8:30 but it's only 8:30 in the morning. Work is 9PM. So I've only been asleep for roughly an hour and a half.

Shit.

I think I am hallucinating.

I tried climbing back to sleep after that but had trouble sleeping. Good thing my room mate went home to her province or for sure she'd certainly be annoyed by all the tossing and turning. I needed to get back to sleep.

But what the.

I got up, washed my face, put on the jeans I used last night, wore the first shirt that's hanging on the rack and decided to take a walk. Sleep is already out of the equation now. I picked up my clothes from a laundry shop. Grabbed a full meal. Read a newspaper cover to cover (except the obituary and the lifestyle sections). Get back to the boarding house. Read a couple of chapters of Peter Pan's world and tried sleeping again but of course failed to do so. Have to blame the latest happening in the office for the last 3 nights.

But anyway, to make the restlessness worthwhile I fixed our room. At least when my room mate gets back, she won't complain that our room had been converted to a pigsty. I realized it's been almost a year now eversince I opened the box for my ECE review materials. And looks like that will be left untouched for the mean time. Then I saw my "To Do List" and I realized that was left untouched as well. And I realized that among the 55 things I have written I've only accomplished 5 so far. And some are pretty much unattainable already.

Do you think there can be such a thing? To live your daily life through list that you never succeed in fully accomplishing anyway?

Lately I've been feeling that way.

I think I need to get myself inside a confessional box.

But crap.

For now, what I really need is a double shot of espresso to keep me awake.

Working on a Sunday night when it's suppose to be my day-off. A co-worker swapped rest days with me so have to work tonight. I love working on Sundays. Volume of calls are lower these days and that means more idle time. And when Oliver was on call I captured a moment and guess what, this is really a moment to be remembered. lol.




I am now declaring this as Chada and Margaret best picture together. lol.


Just made my night. ROFLOL.

starting to like someone.



Now stop raising your eyebrows and say that I am not being true to myself and I ought to say that I think I am in love instead. Maybe I'd use that statement instead then: I think I'm in love. You see, what's nice and not nice about the statement I think I'm in love is that there's a big possibility that one is certainly in love but there's also a bigger chance that it will remain as a thought. If it's the former then congratulations to me! Finally, after the long wait. But if it's the latter then poor me. Maybe I am damned to love one guy all through-out my life. And that sounds really bull.

Well anyway, obviously we are talking about a guy here. I think I mentioned him once or twice here before. And now that almost the entire office knows that I have come in to liking him then there's really no point of denying it right?

When some of my officemates knew about it, some girls realized that he is indeed cute and I guess they too had developed a crush over him. But a couple of them discouraged me as well. They're giving me a couple of reasons not to like him. Their top 5 reasons are:

1. He only looks good from a far. lol.
2. He looks like Mr. Bean. ( I think that's mean)
3. He acts like a kid.
4. He's wearing the same jacket everyday of his work-day.
5. He's a bit of a loner. (may sariling mundo?)

And when I come to think about it, Yes. Those are all true.

Maybe I ought to give my top 5 reasons why I have come in to liking him.

1. He looks good from a far. - That pretty much works for me since I've always been the type of the person who is always at the outside looking in. Looking from a distance is a habit I still can't shake off.

2. I like watching Mr. Bean - or at least the cartoon version but not Rowan Atkinson. Although I beg to disagree. He doesn't look like Mr. Bean at all.

3. I find his childishness fascinating. I mean there are instances that at the corner of my eyes I'd watch him and he is dancing while on call. Looks absurd but cute.XD

4. Him wearing the same jacket reminds me of Jamie Sullivan from A Walk to Remember. And that tells me something: he's not vain. I am so done with vain guys!

5. I've been pretty much alone my whole life that I wouldn't mind dealing with a fellow loner. Actually, I have my reasons to believe that he is not immature the way people here in the office thinks he is. And it's his personality that makes him more intriguing. Aside from the fact that he's a fellow engineer (I'm an ECE and he's Industrial), a fellow manga lover and a fellow blogger. I've read some of his articles and those are not works of an immature individual. I'm privately following his posts.

Alright enough. I think I've made my point and hit the mark. And yes, to set the record straight again: I do like him. But in love? Love is still such a big word. No I don't think I am in love or just yet.

But this is just another reason for me to smile that often these days. There are instances that when I look in the mirror and I'd think of him, I can't help but smile especially if I'd think about the top 5 reasons why I should not like V_____. lol. That could paint a smile permanently in my face all through out the day.

And yes I miss this feeling. Of really liking someone. It's been a while. More than a while. And I'm enjoying it.

But then again, this time, I'm taking it slow. So that just in case I'd fall again, it won't hurt as hard as before. So gotta fall slowly.lol.


♪ ♫ I need a love that's strong
I'm so tired of being alone
But will my lonely heart
Play the part
Of the fool again, before I begin.

I'm feelin that feelin again
I've been playin a game I can't seem to win
Love's knockin on the door of my heart once more
Think I'll let him in
Before I begin

Foolish heart, hear me calling
Stop before you start falling
Foolish heart, heed my warning
You've been wrong before
Don't be wrong anymore. ♬ ♮

Haha. So true.^_^

Our company had finally made a decision as to what will be the theme for our upcoming Christmas Party. And yes we will have a Cosplay (short for costume play) and we have to choose between Animes and Disney characaters. And I am now starting to plan as to who or which character I will be portraying and so far I have 3 characters in mind.


1. Sakura Haruno (from Naruto)

2. Rinoa (from Final Fantasy)

3. Ling Xiaoyu (from Tekken)

Any other suggestions? It will very much be appreciated.^_^

There's a lot of things going on lately in my life and I've been struggling on creating a blog entry. Although to be blunt about it I've created some blog posts but left those unpublished at least for the mean time. It's about someone I've recently met. (although I guess "met" is not the right verb since we basicaly wasn't formaly introduced to each other.) I think it's still early to give him the honor of being granted a full entry here in my blog. lol. But we'll see about that.

For now, work is still on top of my priority, sleep is second and for this day, watching Time Traveler's Wife is 3rd on the list. ^_^

And though for others this may make no sense at all but I'd like to say that Life may certainly get frustrating but it can get exciting as well.*wink

All right. So much for the blabbers indeed.

Launching Random Rants and Ramblings v.02!

Actually I simply changed the template. lol. What do you think? Is this better than my previous blog template? I am having a hard time editing the codes though especially with the comments section. there are cases that if a thread have a lot of comments, it tends to overlap with my footer. See my What's Wrong with me? thread to have a better look of the problem. Any suggestions how to get rid of that? Also I am having trouble creating a link for the Home, About, Contact and FAQ sections. Any suggestions how to create those links? haha.

But yes, I like this new look.^_^

I know I am being unfair. I know. I know. No matter which angle I would look into, what I am doing is totally not fair. But then if I will let it be and give it a chance and let it go on a little longer it'll also be unfair. So I guess it'll be better if we'd drop the stakes while it's still safe.

Maybe I am over reacting. Maybe I am assuming too much. Maybe we could certainly be just friends. But one thing I've learned there's no such thing as being friends not when we are talking about single men and women our age. It just doesn't work that way. Except if we're talking about someone we've known for a very long time. But certainly not when it comes to strangers.

I don't like to think that my friend is right when she said that in a way, my mind and heart is still set for that first and only love I had so far because if that's the case, then I know I would live the rest of my life in wistful and wishful thinking.

I'm not really sure what I am trying to get at. It was certainly flattering to catch somebody else' attention. And maybe I am crazy for letting it slip. But believe me when I say that I've been down this road before and I don't want it to happen again.

Sorry.

But it was really really nice meeting someone like you.

lol.

My friend here in the office forced me to sign up for Twitter. She said it will complete all the stalking that I have done so far. lol. I wonder why people love Twitter so much when all you can do is to make sure that what you're saying will fit the 140 characters frame they had allotted for you. She said Twitter is using the text lingo that's why there's a minimum number of characters allotted. Told her I will defy that norm. I am not a big fan of text lingo so will keep my posts short so I could still spell things out correctly. So far my impression of the site is it is just some text/cellphone version on the internet. It reminded me of the Ktext feature of ABS-CBN that you could get updates from your favorite celebrities except of course you have to subscribe and that means you have to pay for every update. For Twitter of course, you'll have it for free as long as you are connected to the internet.

Well, so far I am following 15 people and I have 8 followers already! Not bad, considering that I am still in the first hour of my Twittering moments.haha.

So if you have a twitter account, go ahead, add me up. Just click on the image.*wink*



And yes start sending me your Twitts. lol.

Finally, some time to sit down and talk about what happened over the weekend and about my short but worth-while vacation. This will surely take a lot of your time reading so don't tell me you haven't been warned.^_^

It was the first time ever that I had informed people back home that I was going home. Before I would usually take them by surprise. It was more like a before they knew it, I am already knocking at our door-scenario. And then of course the drama follows. But then we are now all use with me just coming home every now and then that I think we could already save ourselves out of the drama. Or so it seems. My mom, younger sister and my cousin fetch me in the airport and we really did skip the crying part this time.

Nothing much had changed. The roads were still covered with potholes, traffic lights were still off and left unused and the oval stadium where I used to jog is now all covered with weeds. Ok I think I'm describing it pretty bad like some under progressive city in the middle of no where. Yes in a way it certainly is not comparable with Cebu in terms of its economy but those imperfections actually made it certain that I was definitely back home. And to top it all, I spent my first night in darkness. The city had a black-out due to a super typhoon. What a way to start my vacation. Made me wonder why is it always raining every time I am back home? Jinx. haha.

Day 1

Dinner with my gang: Me, Tots, Dave and Pards. I'd like to think that I am the uniting factor because literaly, it's only during these times that we'd get to be together. lol. Which is obvious since I am the only one away. Well what can I say, we had all grown in to beautiful ladies.XD haha. It's a totally different thing to talk to people who are closest to you. They are those who could get through my glasses and wouldn't mind me blabbering all night. Made me realize that even though you know that you do miss a lot of people back home but you'll never know how much you miss them not until you'd get to see each other. Our meeting was short-lived but somehow, it's already enough to get me through for at least another 3 months.^_^

Pards, Me, Tots, Dave

Day 2

Movie and Dinner date with family. My younger brother was not at home during my first day. He was out of town competing for some handicraft competition and as expected he won the trophy. He said he created a tool box. Well that tool box might have looked pretty good and extra special for him winning the title. Don't you think that's a weird contest? Tool-box-making. Still can't get over that.

But the funny thing is, I was in our sofa watching the TV when he finally get back home and when he saw me he simply throw his arms around me and cried. That definitely left me off guard. I tried to humor him out asking him if the reason why he is crying is because he is so happy he won the competition. He sure know how to leave me dumbfounded. He simply replied that he misses me very much. Alright, maybe a little drama is not really that bad after all.

We went out that night of course. We watched a movie (Aliens in the Attic). It was fun. I will not say anything bad about the movie. The fact that I am not watching it alone is enough to make it more enjoyable. We had dinner after that. I met my bro's girl-friend. Everything was just perfect that night.

Brix, Me and Dessa

Day 3

Movie Marathon. My siblings are back to school so I spent the entire day watching movies from my brother's computer. This day is certainly a day for movies because I watched a last full show movie before the night ended with my eldest brother (Marc) and guy-best friend (Raymund). The first plan was only for me and my brother to watch Surrogates. But Raymund and I met and when bro saw him he invited him over to watch the movie with us. And poor-ole Raymund, can't refuse the offer. lol.

Best and Besty

Day 4

Was suppose to met again with college friends but was cancelled. I instead spent the remaining time watching movies again (yes I know. It's one of the bad things if I am back home. It's making me a bum.) Then of course I had my last dinner with my family. I slept with my 2 younger siblings that night.

Day 5

Flight back to Cebu was scheduled at 6PM. I spent the morning in front of the computer copying files to my phone, burning CDs, grabbed a nap, had some lunch with my mom and went off to the airport pass 3PM. Arrived at Cebu 35 minutes ahead of schedule and get back to work before 9PM and simply let the night drag me off into gray drudgery. lol. OK. I was simply sleepy that night. But at least I have a compensation, I saw him again. And him deserves a full blog entry. Maybe next time. *wink

boarding the plane

Well, as what I have mentioned I am finally back to what I love most: Work. And for now, I will just look forward for another vacation again. I'm hoping I'll have it a bit longer next time. And who knows, time will come, it will be for good.


Just like what the song from Hannah Montana goes:

You can change your hair,
You can change your clothes.
You can change your mind,
It's just the way it goes.
You can say goodbye and you can say hello.
But you'll always find your way back home.
You can change your style,
You can change your jeans.
You can learn to fly,
And you can chase your dreams.
You can laugh or cry, Like everybody knows.
You'll always find your way back home.

Yes, We will always find our way back home.^_^