Miss-ery.

I missed posting sensible entries. I missed being able to write whatever I want without having to consider other people's feelings. I missed my former links who made blogging something I often looked forward to. I missed making my self dizzy with HTML codes whenever I want a new layout. I missed tagging at everyone's tagboard, really meaning what I've posted. I missed the anonymity I felt when I first started blogging.

I missed my old sick mad world.

:(

Warning: Medyo Bastos.

Lol. Wala lang. Gusto ko lang i-share. Natatandaan nyo yung isdang parang may bayag sa ulo na 35,000 pesos (see March 5, 2005 post)?

Tite na sya ngayon. LOL!





Sensya na...

Friendster-Friendly Ako Ngayon.

Ngayon lang. Di na mauulit. Wehehehe. :) I'm beginning to think na gawing photo album na lang 'tong blog na to, and then will create a new blog which will be safe from istokers and the like. :P Just thinking...


For someone who hates Friendster


Isa pa.


Mulan and I.


Kaya wala kaming nagagawa...


One more year with my group, Intsik na rin ako.


Tsarap tsarap...

Pictures Atbp.

Bangag ako ngayon. Tatlong araw na akong walang tulog. Totoo. Tatlong araw. Tatlo. Kaya nyo yun?

Finals na kasi. At kailangan magpakitang gilas para hindi bumagsak. Huhuhu. Dugyot na dugyot ang dating ko pag pumapasok ako ng duty.

Yun lang. Bwehehehe. Wala ako sa mood magkwento kaya pic pics na lang. :) These are taken when Majoy, Franz, Zel, and I went to AFP theater to hear Bo Sanchez. Sayang nga at wala kami gaano pictures kasi camera shy si Franz. Kaasar nga eh.

Eyebags ko, naghuhumiyaw.

Maikli kasi kamay ni Zel eh.

Parang namumukhaan ko yung shirt na yan ah...

Sa Gonuts Donuts Araneta. Tsarap tsarap.

Mahiyain talaga si Franz eh.

Yan lang. Tagal magload eh. :)

One more thing, I've been listening to Rivermaya's 214 all day long the past three days. I don't know why, pero kada harap ko sa PC ko, yun ang pinapatugtog ko, nothing more. And I usually stay in front of the PC for at least 4 hours. Paos na nga si Bamboo eh. :P

I'm Now A Semi-Believer.

Seryoso 'tong entry na 'to. You've been warned. :)

I've done something today that I thought I'll never do unless it's the last thing I'll ever do in my life. No, it's not something really evil (ganun ba ako ka-predictable?), rather, it's something good, divinely good.

Nahatak ako para umattend ng isang prayer meeting. Waaaaah! Lol.

Hindi naman sya prayer meeting, but I don't know what to call it kaya prayer meeting na lang kuno. Hehe.

So anyway, yun nga. I've been invited (forced would seem to be an exaggerated one) by my good friends (meaning meron akong evil ones) to join them at AFP theater and listen to Bo Sanchez (You Can Make Your LIfe Beautiful, Your Past Doesn't Define Your Future, etc..), and hear a mass (insert shocking sound effects here) afterwards.

Don't get me wrong. I love Bo Sanchez. I've already read most of his books and I really enjoyed them. But to go on one of his talks is a different story.

Images of El Shaddai fanatics crammed into my brain. Singing aloud, with eyes closed, both hands up in the air, sweating profusely without giving a damn, face contorted, lost in a frenzy that only die hard religious groups can bear, and actually doing it would be the worst nightmare of my life.

So ayun nga. I'm already inside the theater, anticipating. Tumunog ang drums, may nagpluck na ng gitara. At yung babaeng nasa harap namin started raising her right arm into the air. Inaykupo...

Then the singing started. Ayos naman. The music was kinda upbeat, not the usual Pabasa-mode. The lyrics were great (too bad i don't remember most of them), and I found myself reading through the lyrics that was flashed through a projector. A light bolt of electricity ran up to my spine, and as one song followed another, the bolt of electricity in my body heightened. I actually enjoyed it, although both of my arms are plastered on my chest while the rest of the people are either had their hands up, or clapping with the tune. Feeling ko out of place ako. Para akong kawayan (isang malapad na kawayan) na tuwid na tuwid na nakatayo dun.

Then Bo Sanchez delivered his talk. Titled "No Place Too Low For God", he talked about how God loves you for merely existing. You don't have to be good, do good, think good for God to love you. By merely acknowledging the fact that He is there is enough. He also talked about how our parents and our religious leader define our image of God. He said that our lives won't change if our image of God wont change, because we become the God that we adore!!! (Nei, ikaw ba yan?!) I was mesmerized while he did the talk. Just like in his books, he tells it through funny anecdotes, and which such energy that you wouldn't be bored, rather, it would make you clamoring for more.

He also talked about Hosea, a prostitute who was loved by her prophet-husband eventhough she wronged him many times. I'd love to share her story pero tinatamad ako. Saka na lang. Basta sobrang nakakatuwa (the way Bo told it) and sobrang nakakatouched ang message nya.

Ang haba na nito, but I'm yet to bring my point. Paano ba?

I don't deny that I was touched by the talk. But still, walls covered from fully accepting God (I'm your so-called atheist kuno). I still have my inhibitions to fully accept him. Maybe it's pride, I don't know, or maybe I just don't want to be vulnerable. I really don't know what to say. So far, I've been doing good without God's help (wag sana ako kidlatan), and I'm happy without him for now. When I fail at something, I only blame myself, and whenever something good comes my way, I give myself the credit. God is only a state of mind. Waah. Feeling ko kasalanan na 'tong pinagsusulat ko, so I should better stop. Saken na lang yun. At least you have an idea of what my spiritual side looked like. And attending prayer meetings like these disrupt my idea of living in peace. It makes me think. And think and think. I don't wanna think. Hay...

Tama na. Continue ko na lang 'tong post next time. :)

Sari-sari.

Oo, wala lang ito. I was browsing through old issues ng mga newspaper na hiniram ng niece ko para sa project nya and I came across a picture of Marcia Cross holding a SAG award for best ensemble in a comedy series.

Wala lang. Naalala ko lang sya bilang Dr. Kimberly Shaw sa Melrose Place. She's my favorite charater in my all-time favorite series, especially when she blew up the apartment comnplex at the end of season two. Grabe talaga. Asteeg.

Ngayon, inaabangan ko na 'tong Desperate Housewives. First impression ko eh another Sex and the City wannabee 'tong series to. Tapos nagbasa-basa ako ng mga reviews and okay naman daw. Too bad hindi sya HBO product so siguro malabong mapalabas sya dito. Kaasar. Alam ko, after Carnivale, Angels in America naman ang susunod na ipapalabas ng HBO. Well, i don't have to watch it anymore kasi may kopya ako ng buong six chapters nun na ni-pirate pa ng sister ko mula sa internet. Bwehehehe. Papapirate na rin kaya ako ng series ng Desperate Housewives? Hmm...


Would you believe na 35,000 pesos ang isdang mukhang may bayag sa ulo na yan?! Wala lang. Naghihinayang lang kasi ako sa pera ng classmate ko when he showed us his collection of fishes. Pan-tuition fee ko na yun for one whole semester. Nyehehehe. Pero asteeg yun mga isda nya ah. Champion breed. At sumusunod sa galaw ng daliri ko. Kulang na nga lang eh patalunin ko sya palabas ng aquarium. Nyehehe.


Hangkyut no?!!!! Nyehehehe. Nabili ko nung napadaan ako sa Morayta. :) 60 pesos sya at feeling ko nadaya pa ako sa lagay na yun. Pero okay lang. hangkyut nya kasi eh. :)