After working for 8 days straight 'cause of a sudden change of sched, finally a rest day for me.
I was out for some social work today. Our company had an outreach program in Pari-An Social Center here in Cebu and I decided to join instead of spending my day sleeping/sulking in my room. Better do something worthwhile than to waste my time doing practically nothing. Good thing I did come. It was a fun-filled/fulfilling experience.
I've always love children, no matter how annoying they could get, no matter how rowdy they could become, they still remain lovable. I love kids primarily because I do have two small/younger siblings and a lot of nieces and nephews from my brother and cousins. I love children because they remind me of my youth. They make me wish I could be like them again too: carefree, innocent, full of life, truthful.
I am not a member of any NGO or any Social Worker Organization but I've done a couple of humanitarian works before. I remember back in college, there was a time when every Saturday, me and my friends will go to a certain baranggay and we will teach little girls Math, English and Religion. Doing social works is some sort of a reality check. It's hard to complain when you got to realize that your problem is nothing compared to what these less fortunate people have. It makes you feel guilty that you spent three-thousand pesos for a pair of shoes then you met this kid whose slippers badly needed to be replaced. And we are not talking about money alone here. It will also make you appreciate the importance of home and that though you are alone somewhere, you know pretty well that you still have a home you can come back anytime unlike those children. The streets became their home. Pari-An is just one of those organizations who is trying to change that.
It's sad but often times, we have to see other people misfortunes for us to start counting our blessings.
On a lighter note, pictures are yet to come. My camera phone needs some repairing so I got no pictures of my own. Have to wait for some pictures from those office mates who brought their cams. I hope I can also get a copy from the "he took my picture not just once but thrice!" =p
Anyway going back, it was definitely worth going there. And during the program when the children were in the center dancing and singing, I suddenly remembered a line from a Creed song:
Children don't stop dancing believe you can fly away.
Pretty much
Posted in dream, heartbreaks, love, love life, love stories, mr. right on by
I am obsess with love.
That sound true if we'd actually base it on this blog site, my hand-written journals, facebook status messages, twitter tweets, I pretty much talk about it most of the time. Which seems pretty much funny as well since technically speaking I've never been in a relationship which I've pretty much mentioned a lot of times too. Possibly, this inexperienced/lack-there-of contributes to that obsession as well. My innermost desire of creating my own fairy-tale.
Yeah, pretty much something like that.
I could think of a lot of reasons as to whom I could put the blame on this obsession. We have Nicholas Sparks and his novels. There's the A Walk to Remember, 500 Days of Summer, Now that I have You, One More Chance ---rom/com, rom/drama kind of movies. There's My Lovely Kim Sam Soon, Full House, Save your Last Dance for Me Korean series. The Maging Sino Ka Man teleserye. And of course I must not forget Beauty and the Beast, Anastacia and Cinderella---the damsel in distress and knight in shining armour kind of stories.
Love certainly amazes me. I just can't help my self but be fascinated by it. I'm a sucker for love notes, love stories, love songs, proposals and I could simply melt right on whenever a guy starts playing and sing along with his guitar. I love serenades even though their not dedicated for me.
Love is pretty much like a mathematical equation for me. The one that looks complicated at first glance because of all it's power and roots. Only to realize that after taking out the square roots and adding like terms, the equation is simple after all. Okay, I’m beginning to blabber here and gibberish so, so much for the talks about math but that analogy makes sense to me after all.
I guess this is just my view on love and relationship (esp. on romantic one). It's like you're standing beside an outdoor pool under the heat of the sun. The water from the pool is so clear...so cool yet so warm...so refreshing...so much inviting you to jump in to it and get wet...looks so wonderful...looks so enticing...Pretty much perfect.
Most especially when you're not in it.
This might sound like a boost of my bravado but if I'd really want to, I had long been in a relationship. I've met guys who are good enough (or maybe blinded enough. lol) to show interest over me. That's flattering. But I always find my self saying no. Primarily because, I never wanted to say yes to someone just for the sake of changing the status of my social networking sites profile.
Yes I do want my own share of romantic dinners, flowers, a photo-album full of our photographs together, a hand to hold, someone who'd say he loves me everyday of our lives. I do want to write about how our day together went out, of how well we complement each other, of how much we love each other. I do want to write and say the line: Finally, I've finally found someone. The search is over. The wait is over.
But True Love Waits the bible says. And so I wait.
I never intended to have things turn out the way that they have for me right now. Though yes, I do find it weird that until now, I've never been in a romantic relationship. And yes I do complain about it pretty much and that even made me wonder if there's something wrong with me.
But when I take a step backwards and view what I'm having/living right now, I can honestly say I wouldn't have it any other way. Cause though right now, I am still standing beside that pool looking over it, waiting, I know the right guy will finally come and take that plunge with me.
And thinking about it, makes all the difference.
That sound true if we'd actually base it on this blog site, my hand-written journals, facebook status messages, twitter tweets, I pretty much talk about it most of the time. Which seems pretty much funny as well since technically speaking I've never been in a relationship which I've pretty much mentioned a lot of times too. Possibly, this inexperienced/lack-there-of contributes to that obsession as well. My innermost desire of creating my own fairy-tale.
Yeah, pretty much something like that.
I could think of a lot of reasons as to whom I could put the blame on this obsession. We have Nicholas Sparks and his novels. There's the A Walk to Remember, 500 Days of Summer, Now that I have You, One More Chance ---rom/com, rom/drama kind of movies. There's My Lovely Kim Sam Soon, Full House, Save your Last Dance for Me Korean series. The Maging Sino Ka Man teleserye. And of course I must not forget Beauty and the Beast, Anastacia and Cinderella---the damsel in distress and knight in shining armour kind of stories.
Love certainly amazes me. I just can't help my self but be fascinated by it. I'm a sucker for love notes, love stories, love songs, proposals and I could simply melt right on whenever a guy starts playing and sing along with his guitar. I love serenades even though their not dedicated for me.
Love is pretty much like a mathematical equation for me. The one that looks complicated at first glance because of all it's power and roots. Only to realize that after taking out the square roots and adding like terms, the equation is simple after all. Okay, I’m beginning to blabber here and gibberish so, so much for the talks about math but that analogy makes sense to me after all.
I guess this is just my view on love and relationship (esp. on romantic one). It's like you're standing beside an outdoor pool under the heat of the sun. The water from the pool is so clear...so cool yet so warm...so refreshing...so much inviting you to jump in to it and get wet...looks so wonderful...looks so enticing...Pretty much perfect.
Most especially when you're not in it.
This might sound like a boost of my bravado but if I'd really want to, I had long been in a relationship. I've met guys who are good enough (or maybe blinded enough. lol) to show interest over me. That's flattering. But I always find my self saying no. Primarily because, I never wanted to say yes to someone just for the sake of changing the status of my social networking sites profile.
Yes I do want my own share of romantic dinners, flowers, a photo-album full of our photographs together, a hand to hold, someone who'd say he loves me everyday of our lives. I do want to write about how our day together went out, of how well we complement each other, of how much we love each other. I do want to write and say the line: Finally, I've finally found someone. The search is over. The wait is over.
But True Love Waits the bible says. And so I wait.
I never intended to have things turn out the way that they have for me right now. Though yes, I do find it weird that until now, I've never been in a romantic relationship. And yes I do complain about it pretty much and that even made me wonder if there's something wrong with me.
But when I take a step backwards and view what I'm having/living right now, I can honestly say I wouldn't have it any other way. Cause though right now, I am still standing beside that pool looking over it, waiting, I know the right guy will finally come and take that plunge with me.
And thinking about it, makes all the difference.
Surreal
Posted in heartbreaks, lonely, love, love life on by
What would you do if your crush/the one you like/the one you love has a crush/likes/loves someone else?
I often find myself raising an eyebrow whenever someone would post that question to me. Most of the times, I'd just jokingly reply that I'd simply smile outside but cry from the inside. But of course anyone would most likely agree that there's more truth in it than a simple joke.
Here goes unrequited love again. And that really sucks.
But yes, what must one do if faced in a situation such as that? Especially if he'd tell it to you directly that he likes this girl and he looks happy and elated about it?
Personally, the only thing I could think of is to never let my face betray what I really feels inside. Maybe pride is all I have. And if I will let that guard down, what would be left of me?
Life indeed will be so much easier if the person we like could always like us back. Especially from a woman's point of view, it's way better if guys would always like us first. Unfortunately though, that's not the usual case. We are often left to hope much like plucking petals from a flower wishing "He loves me" will come true, only to realize that the last petal falls to "He loves me not".
And that really stinks.
Sometimes I wonder, what line separates the difference between being nice and giving out the wrong signals? More often than not, we'll never know what that line is. And most of the time, we learn it the hard way. We just realized/knew that his eyes/heart were not meant for us after all.
We were just the one who's always trying to convince ourselves that they have a crush on us too, that they too like us, that they too love us. We were trapped in surreality. We hoped. We believed. Only to realize later on that we were like looking through crush-colored glasses. Nothing was real. What you thought was something is nothing after all. Absolutely nothing.
And what are we left with? Ashes of a burnt journal, wet pillows, a lonely heart, a broken heart, a disappointed feeling and an unanswered question:
How could I ever thought that he'd actually want someone like me?
I often find myself raising an eyebrow whenever someone would post that question to me. Most of the times, I'd just jokingly reply that I'd simply smile outside but cry from the inside. But of course anyone would most likely agree that there's more truth in it than a simple joke.
Here goes unrequited love again. And that really sucks.
But yes, what must one do if faced in a situation such as that? Especially if he'd tell it to you directly that he likes this girl and he looks happy and elated about it?
Personally, the only thing I could think of is to never let my face betray what I really feels inside. Maybe pride is all I have. And if I will let that guard down, what would be left of me?
Life indeed will be so much easier if the person we like could always like us back. Especially from a woman's point of view, it's way better if guys would always like us first. Unfortunately though, that's not the usual case. We are often left to hope much like plucking petals from a flower wishing "He loves me" will come true, only to realize that the last petal falls to "He loves me not".
And that really stinks.
Sometimes I wonder, what line separates the difference between being nice and giving out the wrong signals? More often than not, we'll never know what that line is. And most of the time, we learn it the hard way. We just realized/knew that his eyes/heart were not meant for us after all.
We were just the one who's always trying to convince ourselves that they have a crush on us too, that they too like us, that they too love us. We were trapped in surreality. We hoped. We believed. Only to realize later on that we were like looking through crush-colored glasses. Nothing was real. What you thought was something is nothing after all. Absolutely nothing.
And what are we left with? Ashes of a burnt journal, wet pillows, a lonely heart, a broken heart, a disappointed feeling and an unanswered question:
How could I ever thought that he'd actually want someone like me?
Halo-halo
Posted in cebu, Christmas, food, kris allen, life, sleeping habits, work on by
May giyera ba?
Yan ang unang pumasok sa isip ko ng nabulabog ang mahimbing kong pagtulog dahil sa pagdaan ng helicopter na sibayan ng pagpapaputok ng kapitbahay ng whistle bomb habang umaawit pa rin si Kris Allen ng awiting humiling na sanay padalhan sya ng mga anghel ngayon. Nagtetesting siguro ng mga paputok para sa bagong taon si kapit-bahay. Kung nagtataka ka naman bakit biglang may dumaan na helicopter, nakatira kasi ako malapit sa kampo ng mga sundalo kaya paminsan-minsa may dumarating talagang katulad nyan. Minsan nga may tatlong magkakasunod-sunod na malaking trak ang may-angkas na mga sundalo. Minsan tuloy akala ko may kudeta na dito sa Cebu.
Pero kailangang matulog ulit. Malayo pa ang day-off kaya kailangang wag masyadong magpuyat. Pero biglang kumalam ang tiyan. Nagtalo tuloy si mata at tyan. Napaisip tuloy ako, ano kaya ang uunahin? Antok o gutom? At aking napagtanto, mahirap matulog ng gutom. Kaya panalo si tiyan.
Napagpasyahan kong pumunta na lang sa mall. Wala rin naman akong maisip kong anong masarap kainin kaya mabuti ng maraming mapagpipilian. Kaya hayun, nagbihis, naglakad, sumakay ng jeep na panay Call Center agents ang pasahero. Panay kasi ang pag-ingles at ang laman ng usapan any kung gaano ka bobo ng ibang Kano. Mejo sanay na rin ako sa paksang yan kaya itinudo ko na lang ang volume ng mp3 ko. Si Kris Allen ulit, humiling parin na padalhan sya ng mga anghel ngayon.
Nakarating rin ako sa destinasyon. Buti na lang may nakaunang lalaki sa 'kin. Na-unang mag-jay walking. Kaya hayun, pinapili ng pulis kung magbabayad ba sya ng isang daan o a-attend ng tatlong oras na seminar ukol sa traffic rules. Ako naman, napilitang maglakad papuntang pedestrian lane.
Sa wakas nakakain na rin. Doon ako sa restaurant ni John Lloyd kumain. Isang slice ng pizza, isang serve ng spaghetti, isang piraso ng manok at isang baso ng Coke. Solve! Busog na!
Lumibot-libot na rin ako sa mall. Iniwasan ko muna ang bookstores, ika nga eh, stay away from temptations muna. Tumingin-tingin na lang ako sa mga boutique. Nagbabakasakali na makahanap ng pwedeng isuot sa cosplay X-mas party.
Sumagi na rin sa isip ko na pag hindi ako makakita ng maisusuot ng tulad ng kay Haruno Sakura, siguro bibili na lang ako ng skirt, tapos sleeveless top, knee-lenght na stripes na medyas, tapos mag-two-two-ears, tapos bibit-bitin ko na lang yung death note ko at presto! Si Misa Amane na ako!
O di kaya gugupitin at tatagpi-tagpiin ko ang mga damit ko at gagawing mukhang basahan at presto! Si Cinderella na ako, nung mahirap pa nga lang sya. =p
Pero mas maganda ata yung suggestion ng kaibigan ko na maging Sleeping Beauty na lang raw ako, wala pang gastos. Di nga lang ako a-attend ng party. Pero pag may nagtanong kung bakit ako absent, sasabihin ko lang na si Sleeping Beauty ako nung gabing yun kaya nakatulog at di nakapunta sa party. haha. joke3x!
Ang saya kapag Disyembre ano? Lalo na pag may trabaho ka. Alam mo kasing halos triple ng buwanang sahod ang pwede mong iuwi. Pero kaliwat-kanan rin naman ang selebrasyon at gastos. Christmas party sa opisina, homecomings, party kasama ang mga kaibigan nung highschool at college at party sa bahay. Sabi nga kahit anong party na lang ang naiisip ng tao, makahanap lang ng dahilan na maubos ang 13th month pay. =p
Pero di lahat masaya tuwing pasko lalo na yung kung tawagin ay parte ng SMC (Samahan ng Malalamig ang Christmas). Yung theme song eh kung hindi yung Sana Ngayong Pasko eh Pasko na Sinta ko ang palaging pinapatugtog. Mag-eemote pa yan, dudungaw sa binta, titingin sa langit na tila malayo ang tingin at malalim ang iniisip. Yung iba, may kasama pang hikbi. Ewan. Sa akin lang, sanayan lang yan.
Pasko na nga naman at tila nga kay tulin ng araw. Pero sa ngayon, kailangan ko na munang ituloy ang naudlot kong pagtulog sa saliw pa rin ng musika ni Kris Allen. Sana nga'y padalhan ako ng anghel ngayong araw.^_^
Yan ang unang pumasok sa isip ko ng nabulabog ang mahimbing kong pagtulog dahil sa pagdaan ng helicopter na sibayan ng pagpapaputok ng kapitbahay ng whistle bomb habang umaawit pa rin si Kris Allen ng awiting humiling na sanay padalhan sya ng mga anghel ngayon. Nagtetesting siguro ng mga paputok para sa bagong taon si kapit-bahay. Kung nagtataka ka naman bakit biglang may dumaan na helicopter, nakatira kasi ako malapit sa kampo ng mga sundalo kaya paminsan-minsa may dumarating talagang katulad nyan. Minsan nga may tatlong magkakasunod-sunod na malaking trak ang may-angkas na mga sundalo. Minsan tuloy akala ko may kudeta na dito sa Cebu.
Pero kailangang matulog ulit. Malayo pa ang day-off kaya kailangang wag masyadong magpuyat. Pero biglang kumalam ang tiyan. Nagtalo tuloy si mata at tyan. Napaisip tuloy ako, ano kaya ang uunahin? Antok o gutom? At aking napagtanto, mahirap matulog ng gutom. Kaya panalo si tiyan.
Napagpasyahan kong pumunta na lang sa mall. Wala rin naman akong maisip kong anong masarap kainin kaya mabuti ng maraming mapagpipilian. Kaya hayun, nagbihis, naglakad, sumakay ng jeep na panay Call Center agents ang pasahero. Panay kasi ang pag-ingles at ang laman ng usapan any kung gaano ka bobo ng ibang Kano. Mejo sanay na rin ako sa paksang yan kaya itinudo ko na lang ang volume ng mp3 ko. Si Kris Allen ulit, humiling parin na padalhan sya ng mga anghel ngayon.
Nakarating rin ako sa destinasyon. Buti na lang may nakaunang lalaki sa 'kin. Na-unang mag-jay walking. Kaya hayun, pinapili ng pulis kung magbabayad ba sya ng isang daan o a-attend ng tatlong oras na seminar ukol sa traffic rules. Ako naman, napilitang maglakad papuntang pedestrian lane.
Sa wakas nakakain na rin. Doon ako sa restaurant ni John Lloyd kumain. Isang slice ng pizza, isang serve ng spaghetti, isang piraso ng manok at isang baso ng Coke. Solve! Busog na!
Lumibot-libot na rin ako sa mall. Iniwasan ko muna ang bookstores, ika nga eh, stay away from temptations muna. Tumingin-tingin na lang ako sa mga boutique. Nagbabakasakali na makahanap ng pwedeng isuot sa cosplay X-mas party.
Sumagi na rin sa isip ko na pag hindi ako makakita ng maisusuot ng tulad ng kay Haruno Sakura, siguro bibili na lang ako ng skirt, tapos sleeveless top, knee-lenght na stripes na medyas, tapos mag-two-two-ears, tapos bibit-bitin ko na lang yung death note ko at presto! Si Misa Amane na ako!
O di kaya gugupitin at tatagpi-tagpiin ko ang mga damit ko at gagawing mukhang basahan at presto! Si Cinderella na ako, nung mahirap pa nga lang sya. =p
Pero mas maganda ata yung suggestion ng kaibigan ko na maging Sleeping Beauty na lang raw ako, wala pang gastos. Di nga lang ako a-attend ng party. Pero pag may nagtanong kung bakit ako absent, sasabihin ko lang na si Sleeping Beauty ako nung gabing yun kaya nakatulog at di nakapunta sa party. haha. joke3x!
Ang saya kapag Disyembre ano? Lalo na pag may trabaho ka. Alam mo kasing halos triple ng buwanang sahod ang pwede mong iuwi. Pero kaliwat-kanan rin naman ang selebrasyon at gastos. Christmas party sa opisina, homecomings, party kasama ang mga kaibigan nung highschool at college at party sa bahay. Sabi nga kahit anong party na lang ang naiisip ng tao, makahanap lang ng dahilan na maubos ang 13th month pay. =p
Pero di lahat masaya tuwing pasko lalo na yung kung tawagin ay parte ng SMC (Samahan ng Malalamig ang Christmas). Yung theme song eh kung hindi yung Sana Ngayong Pasko eh Pasko na Sinta ko ang palaging pinapatugtog. Mag-eemote pa yan, dudungaw sa binta, titingin sa langit na tila malayo ang tingin at malalim ang iniisip. Yung iba, may kasama pang hikbi. Ewan. Sa akin lang, sanayan lang yan.
Pasko na nga naman at tila nga kay tulin ng araw. Pero sa ngayon, kailangan ko na munang ituloy ang naudlot kong pagtulog sa saliw pa rin ng musika ni Kris Allen. Sana nga'y padalhan ako ng anghel ngayong araw.^_^
The godmother
Posted in christendom, faith, friends, godmother, life on by
I heard they'd be having a female movie version for the classic film The godfather played by Clint Eastwood. The actress who'd be playing the lead role for The godmother is a new actress in Hollywood. Her name is Jean Westwood.
Hahaha.
Am I the only one laughing here? OK. That was corny. I bet you don't even know that that was a joke. Tsk. Tsk. Yah, got to stick with the old school jokes.-_-
Anyway, the only reason why I mentioned the godmother is because I am now officially one of them. I am now a godmother: the newest, the fairest, and the craziest of them all. =p
Before, I always have this notion that godfathers/godmothers or ninongs/ninangs are old, married, and their sole purpose is to give gifts during Christmas. Well, now that I am part of the society I think we could say that those are not absolute truths. First thing I am still young.^_^ Second thing, I am definitely still single. And third thing, I do not just inted to be just my godson's gift giving godmother. I want to be his friend/mentor as well. I will teach him how to throw some punches, solve Calculus problems, and break some girls heart. Kidding!=p
Somehow it still feels weird that someone will call me ninang though technically I have to wait for maybe a year before the baby can talk. Some maybe are already use to it but since this is my first, it definitely feels odd but I'm glad for it!
Well, what can I say to my godson. May you grow-up just the way your mom and dad wants you to be and be as charming and loving as your godmother. May your heart be fueled with passion, be geared with unity so you can be driven towards victory. (That sounds like a sportsfest theme back in college. lol)
But yes, Welcome to the Christian world Matthew Timothy Ylagan!
Hahaha.
Am I the only one laughing here? OK. That was corny. I bet you don't even know that that was a joke. Tsk. Tsk. Yah, got to stick with the old school jokes.-_-
Anyway, the only reason why I mentioned the godmother is because I am now officially one of them. I am now a godmother: the newest, the fairest, and the craziest of them all. =p
Before, I always have this notion that godfathers/godmothers or ninongs/ninangs are old, married, and their sole purpose is to give gifts during Christmas. Well, now that I am part of the society I think we could say that those are not absolute truths. First thing I am still young.^_^ Second thing, I am definitely still single. And third thing, I do not just inted to be just my godson's gift giving godmother. I want to be his friend/mentor as well. I will teach him how to throw some punches, solve Calculus problems, and break some girls heart. Kidding!=p
Somehow it still feels weird that someone will call me ninang though technically I have to wait for maybe a year before the baby can talk. Some maybe are already use to it but since this is my first, it definitely feels odd but I'm glad for it!
Well, what can I say to my godson. May you grow-up just the way your mom and dad wants you to be and be as charming and loving as your godmother. May your heart be fueled with passion, be geared with unity so you can be driven towards victory. (That sounds like a sportsfest theme back in college. lol)
But yes, Welcome to the Christian world Matthew Timothy Ylagan!
The ninangs and the ninong
Galing pa sa trabaho ang mga yan. Gutom at puyat kaya pasensya na lang kung
walang naitindihan sa seminar. Ika-nga, ang mga babaeng walang pahinga. =p
Sabi nila di raw yan halo-halo, salad yan! mas marami pa kasi ang sahog
kesa sa yelo. Offended naman ako, di na nga ako marunong magluto, yang
paghalo-halo lang wala pa ring alam! Pero totoo nga, yung lasa parang yung
halo-halo na inilalako sa kalye, yung tig-lilimang piso bawat baso. lol.
The host: Matthew Timothy Ylagan.^_^
Oh boy, such a wonder.
Posted in men, ramblings, rants on by
I'll never understand men.
Alright. Maybe any representative from the XY-clan will tell the same thing towards women as well. But bear in mind that the blogger is a female and any gender bias/ gender stereotypes are intentional. I mean, of personal opinion only. =p
I've always been considered as one of the boys but that seems to be not enough for me to have a full understanding of their species. Maybe it's because of hormones. Or maybe because that's just how it works.
I spent the first half of my life playing with my two older brothers. I was the youngest and the only girl for over ten-years so I pretty much do whatever they do. Video games, playing cards, marbles, action movies and yes I didn't mind picking up a fight over them (physically).
There are still things though that men never fails to fascinates me. First on the list: their love for brutal, high-adrenaline, gruesome action. We have to admit that though women are trying to penetrate these sports: boxing, wrestling and UFC are really for the men's world. I'm amazed by how men seems to have tendencies to prefer disgusting, yucky, smelly stuffs. How they like to destroy then build something. But most of all, it's amazing how they somehow manage to keep their phone calls in two-worded questions and one-worded responses. --- and they call that a conversation.
Such a wonder, indeed.
As a member of the XX-clan there's only one thing that I find frustrating. Something that makes me want to wish I have Edward Cullen's special ability to read mind. Why does men just can not say what they feel right on?
Sometimes the temptation of jumping, of posting the questions for them are just so strong. Lines like...Do you like me? Don't think about anything...just say what you feel...Do you like me? You never had just a slight feeling for me? Not even 1%...? Then I'll teach you one more thing...Don't do stuff like this...Traveling all the way down here, crossing the sea (now that's really romantic don't you think?), making excuses that you have to get some stuffs or you got this sudden desire to explore the city or buy some gifts for your sister or a book for school. Do you know what that means? I might have feelings for you. If you don't have these feelings...then don't do stupid things like this! Don't make girls confused.
Oh sorry. Just remembered Kim Sam Soon. But I'm telling you it's kind of frustrating for us women to do the waiting.
Why is it so hard? If you like someone, then you like them...If you don't then you don't...Why is it so hard and complicated?
Oh sorry again, we are deviating from the topic.
So now what can I say as far as guys go?
They're crazy. They're immature. They're war-freaks. They're heart-breakers. They're like babies.
But they're cute too. =p
And I still find myself falling for them --- over and over and over again.^_^
Alright. Maybe any representative from the XY-clan will tell the same thing towards women as well. But bear in mind that the blogger is a female and any gender bias/ gender stereotypes are intentional. I mean, of personal opinion only. =p
I've always been considered as one of the boys but that seems to be not enough for me to have a full understanding of their species. Maybe it's because of hormones. Or maybe because that's just how it works.
I spent the first half of my life playing with my two older brothers. I was the youngest and the only girl for over ten-years so I pretty much do whatever they do. Video games, playing cards, marbles, action movies and yes I didn't mind picking up a fight over them (physically).
There are still things though that men never fails to fascinates me. First on the list: their love for brutal, high-adrenaline, gruesome action. We have to admit that though women are trying to penetrate these sports: boxing, wrestling and UFC are really for the men's world. I'm amazed by how men seems to have tendencies to prefer disgusting, yucky, smelly stuffs. How they like to destroy then build something. But most of all, it's amazing how they somehow manage to keep their phone calls in two-worded questions and one-worded responses. --- and they call that a conversation.
Such a wonder, indeed.
As a member of the XX-clan there's only one thing that I find frustrating. Something that makes me want to wish I have Edward Cullen's special ability to read mind. Why does men just can not say what they feel right on?
Sometimes the temptation of jumping, of posting the questions for them are just so strong. Lines like...Do you like me? Don't think about anything...just say what you feel...Do you like me? You never had just a slight feeling for me? Not even 1%...? Then I'll teach you one more thing...Don't do stuff like this...Traveling all the way down here, crossing the sea (now that's really romantic don't you think?), making excuses that you have to get some stuffs or you got this sudden desire to explore the city or buy some gifts for your sister or a book for school. Do you know what that means? I might have feelings for you. If you don't have these feelings...then don't do stupid things like this! Don't make girls confused.
Oh sorry. Just remembered Kim Sam Soon. But I'm telling you it's kind of frustrating for us women to do the waiting.
Why is it so hard? If you like someone, then you like them...If you don't then you don't...Why is it so hard and complicated?
Oh sorry again, we are deviating from the topic.
So now what can I say as far as guys go?
They're crazy. They're immature. They're war-freaks. They're heart-breakers. They're like babies.
But they're cute too. =p
And I still find myself falling for them --- over and over and over again.^_^
another much for the blabbers
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It's all set. I'm going home on the 29th.
My brother is sweet enough to buy my plane ticket for me. As much as I want to have it earlier, that's the best day I could choose if I want to have a vacation that's a little longer than usual.
Sad thing though, December 29 means that I have to spend Christmas away from home. I'll be working on Christmas day much like Mr. Scrooge from A Christmas Carol. I'll be missing my high-school class reunion/Christmas party. I'll be missing a couple of friends birthday celebrations. Well, pretty much just like last year.
I guess I just got to get use to it.
For now I have to find ways to keep my self sane. Well, there's the upcoming christendom of my officemate's son and I'll be a godmother. The fairest godmother of them all. haha. There's of course the upcoming company Cosplay party (and till now, still no costume). A couple of good movies coming up (Been waiting for Astroboy, till now it's still not showing -_-). A coffee-shop's promo for a doodle book and a coffee mug(still need 12 more stamps to get my own copy). And of course there's work to keep me up all night.
But again, where's the love in between all of these?
haha. OK you might be saying I am lying this time. But really, I have reasons why I could still ask that.
Still thinking if I have to post it here.
Anyway. So much for the blabbers indeed.
My brother is sweet enough to buy my plane ticket for me. As much as I want to have it earlier, that's the best day I could choose if I want to have a vacation that's a little longer than usual.
Sad thing though, December 29 means that I have to spend Christmas away from home. I'll be working on Christmas day much like Mr. Scrooge from A Christmas Carol. I'll be missing my high-school class reunion/Christmas party. I'll be missing a couple of friends birthday celebrations. Well, pretty much just like last year.
I guess I just got to get use to it.
For now I have to find ways to keep my self sane. Well, there's the upcoming christendom of my officemate's son and I'll be a godmother. The fairest godmother of them all. haha. There's of course the upcoming company Cosplay party (and till now, still no costume). A couple of good movies coming up (Been waiting for Astroboy, till now it's still not showing -_-). A coffee-shop's promo for a doodle book and a coffee mug(still need 12 more stamps to get my own copy). And of course there's work to keep me up all night.
But again, where's the love in between all of these?
haha. OK you might be saying I am lying this time. But really, I have reasons why I could still ask that.
Still thinking if I have to post it here.
Anyway. So much for the blabbers indeed.
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