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31 January 2009

The Day I Should Never Forget


It was like any other day; got off from work, ate a plain breakfast, tucked myself under the sheets, then snorted like a pig. But it was a sleep cut short by a phone call. With much effort, I checked the time and it was just 9 o’clock in the morning. It was just almost an hour since I dozed off so answering the phone was the last thing on my mind.

It was my sister calling. So I thought I had to take it. But before I did, I asked myself what could it be this time? I hoped it was nothing terrible. Then it dawned on me with so much guilt and remorse-- it was my dad’s 59th birthday. I remembered encircling the 30th of January on the calendar but still my memory failed me.

I can’t believe I almost forgot – well, I guess I did-- that it was his birthday. I really felt bad and stupid that I tried so hard not to let him know that I almost forgot about it. I sounded like I was to surprise him with the call that early considering I had to sleep. But deep inside there was never a second that I didn't feel ashamed of myself during. The conversation ended well. I can tell that he was happy that I “remembered” his birthday.

But until now, the guilt is still making me uncomfortable. How could I forget my old man's birthday? Forgetting something as important is something I consider a mortal sin towards the people I hold dear.

So now, I am filling up as many reminders as my phone can hold. I really can never forgive myself if history is going to repeat itself.

25 January 2009

Escape From Yourself


Few hours from now is going to be Monday. It was just like few hours ago when I was in the office anticipating for the weekend.


A new working week will again start and I still don’t feel satisfied with the weekend break. Don’t get me wrong but I enjoyed the weekend. I think that explains the feeling of discontentment. It just wasn’t enough, I guess. But I think most of us feel the same, right?


If you really think about it, you have been doing the same routine every week. You know it’s tiring but you keep waking up in the morning-- in my case, every evening--, dress up and off you go to work. We look forward to weekends. This is how most of our routines look like. As for me, it has always been this way most of the time.


But sometimes we just have to suck it in and deal with it. We think, “well, it’s how my life is” or if not, “I have to do this to be successful” and anything else. But if we come to think of it, we are actually not “forced” to be in it but rather we somehow “choose” to be in it. It’s got your signature written all over that suck-y life you make for yourself. And if this is the case, isn’t it understandable that we can also use the same choice to get out of the mess we choose?


Yes and no.


Yes, since no one can really force you to decide on what to do. I know people or situation can somehow “influence” you in choosing the life we live. But in reality it is still you who calls the shot.


No, depending on the influence people or the situation has over you. The significant the person or situation is, the difficult it is to choose against them.


I remember my dad used to force me to wear the shirts I never really felt like wearing during elementary days. Although I always end up wearing those super-tight shirts anyway, I still managed to “influence” him in not making me wear them the next time. I would always find a way to make those shirts “un-wearable” again (most of the time I put stains on the shirts).


The point is, we may be trapped in doing the same old routine we choose for ourselves but we still have a choice. We can still choose to take a break from the routine and have a bit of fun. Simple joys and pleasures can do great things to a tired spirit. Engage yourself in activities shake of the worries caused by work during the week. Get rid of stress. Smile or better yet, laugh.

21 January 2009

On President Obama's Inuaguration Speech


A lot have been said about the recently concluded Inauguration of President Barrack Hussein Obama. Comments are many too about how the 44th President of the Strongest Country in the world delivered his speech. Many were all praise but still some have something to say about it. I didn't get to watch and hear the speech itself. I only saw tidbits of the inauguration. So I, thought, probably I can just blog about this to again give me the false idea that I didn't miss it. Thanks to Atheista, I found myself a copy of the speech.

Aside from missing the Sinulog festival, this is one of the significant events I missed this year. I hope there won't be more though.

So here is the full text of the speech of President Obama, guys.

My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land - a nagging fear that America’s decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America - they will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things.

The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of short-cuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted - for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things - some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life. For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn. Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions - that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act - not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology’s wonders to raise health care’s quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions - who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them - that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works - whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public’s dollars will be held to account - to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day - because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control - and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous.

The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our Gross Domestic Product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart - not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience’s sake.

And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more. Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort - even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus - and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society’s ills on the West - know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world’s resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment - a moment that will define a generation - it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter’s courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent’s willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends - hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism - these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility - a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence - the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed - why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America’s birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

“Let it be told to the future world…that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive…that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it].”

America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children’s children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God’s grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Thank you. God bless you and God bless the United States of America.

What do you think? Was it the speech you expected?

Well, you don't have to keep your opinions to yourselves. I would really appreciate it if you can share it here. They are highly encouraged.

20 January 2009

How Did True Love Find You?

On one of the blogs Bo Sanchez wrote on his site, he was asking his readers about how they found their one true love. He was actually planning to come up with a book that would include the love stories of the readers. He solicited for stories from his readers and, I must say, he did a good job since a lot of readers bombarded him with their stories.

Now, let me just include how the blog actually goes. Here it is.

This is going to be short.


Three years ago, I wrote the book, How To Find Your One True Love.It became an instant bestseller. And the book rocked the world of many singles.Since then, I’ve heard wonderful stories of how many singles followed the instructions of that book and have indeed found their one true love. (Yep, I’ve received a number of nice wedding invitations.)


I’ve also heard of single women who broke up with their boyfriends because the book made them realize they were jerks and were going to be terrible husbands.


One girl told me, “Brother Bo, because of your book, I finally woke up from my insanity and got rid of my playboy, gambling, and drunkard boyfriend. Thank you!”


I was enjoying her compliment until she said, “But Brother Bo, please be careful. My Ex is also a member of the local Yakuza and wants to kill you.”


Alas, the risk of being an author. (Bodyguards are welcome.) But I’m happy that the book saved many singles from a lifetime of misery.Let me tell you a dream: I want to write a book entitled 40 Stories of Finding Your One True Love. Yes, I want to include your love stories.


Answer this question: How did you find your one true love?


My goal is to inspire singles and guide them to find their one true love through your true-to-life Love Stories.


In a few lines, write me a brief summary of your love story in the “comments” section. Inspire others! Encourage the 100,000+ people who read this blog.And just in case your story gets selected by our editors, they’ll e-mail you; write a fuller story about you, so we could include your story in my coming book, 40 Stories of Finding Your One True Love.


Thank you for helping me inspire the world.


May your dreams come true,

Bo Sanchez

That’s it. Now, I’m thinking, “what if I asked you the same question?”

How did you find your one true love? (I plan to share my story if I see a handful of replies from you).

Missing The Sinulog


Last Sunday, I missed one my most anticipated festivity since birth. I can’t believe I failed to witness the Sinulog the second time around. It’s considered as the biggest celebration in my hometown Cebu but it slipped me. Honestly, I didn’t choose to go. There were a lot of reasons why I was here in Manila and not where all the street dancing and fun events were held. Responsibilities and duties kept me from going but I got no regrets—aside from attending the Sinulog.


So I’m now blogging about the Sinulog 2009. This might work as an escape to the feeling of being left out. I don’t want to pity myself missing it so I guess writing about the happenings from the Queen City of the South last Sunday will give me some satisfaction. I’m also going to include some history and some interesting facts about the Sinulog.



The Sinulog word comes from the Cebuano adverb sulog. It means "water current movement." Its adaptation describes the forward-backward step movement of the Sinulog dance. Dancing to the rhythm of the drums, people would dance two steps forward, then a step back.


This memorable event falls every third Sunday of January-- this year it happens a day before my birthday. The celebration is in honor of the patron of Cebu-- the Santo Nino. It’s also meant to remind Cebuanos the first time Christianity reached Cebu’s shores.


Although the Festival itself is celebrated on this day, however, a series of events are held every day for the whole nine weeks before the much awaited Sinulog Grand Parade. Concerts, pageants, and other colorful events prepare the Cebuanos for the main event which is the Sinulog itself. During the event, colorful displays and street dancing can be seen. The participants are on their colorful costumes dancing to the Sinulog beat. The Fluvial Procession (a water parade) is held a day before the Grand Parade. The procession starts at dawn from Mandaue City and ends in Cebu City. A pump boat where the Santo Niño on is decorated with flowers and candles. Then a reenactment of the Christianizing of Cebu follows at the Basilica. A solemn procession is held in the afternoon along the city's major streets. This usually lasts for hours due to multitudes of participants. I still can recall how it is when you attend the procession. It’s like the Black Nazarene procession in Quiapo.



A Pontifical Mass celebrated by the Cardinal of the Archdiocese of Cebu himself and is held at the Basilica de Señor Santo Niño on the day of the Grand Parade. The said mass marks the beginning of the Sinulog Grand Parade. After the mass, the people would go out of the streets where the parade will take place- - where you’ll hear the people chanting “Viva, Senyor Santo Niño!” all throughout the parade.


Now that’s the Sinulog for you.


Well, now I feel better in though I didn’t get to watch the event this year. There are still more years to come for the Cebuanos like me (and for those who just doesn’t want to be left out next year) to look forward to.


Viva, Senyor Santo Niño!



18 January 2009

Pacquiao And Hatton Showdown Hazy


It’s all about the money. Or is it?

No, I’m not saying both parties are just concern about who get the better cut of the deal. It might appear to be so but I give them the benefit. Local, and even international, papers have got their eyes on this Dream Match(?). (Some boxing fans, and experts, are still doubtful whether Manny Paquiao’s win over the legendary Oscar “Golden Boy” dela Hoya was convincing or just “staged” to increase Manny’s “market value”.)

However, reports (courtesy of Philstar.com) disclosed that “Hatton’s group has been insisting on a 50-50 split on all revenues generated by the proposed fight in Las Vegas, Nevada on May 2 while Pacquiao’s camp wants 60-40 in his favor.” Now apparently, it didn’t get a nod from the world number one pound-for-pound boxer’s camp.

I am no expert in this sport but however you look at it, if you’re on Manny’s side, you might find the proposed split to be ridiculous. I mean, common, it’s the Pacman he plans to face (and even claimed to stop the Pacman’s reign in this sport).

Because of this development Pacquiao’s camp was so adamant that it threatened to abandon the Hatton bout in favor of a fight either against Venezuelan knockout artist Edwin Valero or the retired Floyd Mayweather Jr. Well, whoever Manny fights will surely be in for a tough fight. It has been prove that our “Pambansang Kamao” just won’t fold that easy. Well, as long as it’s not Jinky, the wife, he’ll be facing with. (not to mention Ara Mina or Christine Reyes, just kidding).

Now, who’s up for the challenge?



17 January 2009

A Day To Be Happy About?


Today is my birthday. I turned thirty-something today.


And each year I get to understand and feel what those older (let me paraphrase it, those who are more mature) than I am tell you about birthdays. It looses its excitement every time. But I’m not referring to the gifts and extravagant parties.


Birthdays are often times viewed as time passed and lost. Or, for the optimistic few, time gained. Or perhaps others see birthdays as bookmarks indicating that you’re “off the calendar” or almost near that point.


Me, I am just glad I’m still around to see the world as it evolves. I am grateful of the fact that I am still given the chance to show how I appreciate life. It makes me smile to know I can still be around the people I hold dear. My birthdays also remind me to pause for awhile and re-examine my life. Besides, birthdays only come once a year so why not spend it mull over about you just for this “special” day?


However you spend your “special” day, make sure it ends with you feeling good about your self. I know people in your life will try to make you happy and grateful on your birthday but try not to expect much on it. Expectations can sometimes be causes of disappointments.


It’s a New Year and today is my birthday. On top of the resolutions I promised myself, I’ll make an effort to see myself better than I was last year. I’ll put on a new suite for myself or probably done a newly-washed red cape which goes well with the red underware and tights.


It’s going to be a whole new adventure for a rejuvenated me.


I hope I can live up to this expectation. Good luck to me.

13 January 2009

Lost My Innocence Of Sex

The long anticipation ended. At last, I can now bravely say I already experienced it. I’ve avoided a lot of talks about it for the simple reason that I have nothing to brag about. Alas, I now can say I’m a made man.

I had SEX for the first time.

You heard me right; it was last Monday when I willingly gave up my innocence. It was something I should have done long time ago. But as the proverbial saying goes, “it’s better late than never”. Nevertheless, I’m just glad I’ve gone through it and it was satisfying. My girlfriend, who was also eager to grab the chance, was kind enough to do it with me.

It was noon time when hunger stroke. We were riding along the busy streets somewhere in Paranaque on our way home when we decided to take our lunch at Sinangag Express, a.k.a SEX. Yes, it was nothing kinky but it was, nonetheless, a yummy experience.



I’ve heard my office mates talk about the place and it would always leave me wondering what it’s like. Talks about it never fails to catch my attention, especially on how people ask their friends to come and join them there. I remember the first time I, and my buddy-at-work, was asked by one of the ladies in my team to join her at Sinangag Express. I was shocked, speechless, and probably flattered at one point, when she asked, “let’s go have SEX!”. Green-minded or not, this invitation is a music to the ear, especially when you’re starving and could eat like a horse.



That was what I felt the first time I experienced lunch at SEX. I had Adosilog and my girlfriend ordered Tapsilog. But later on, she asked for another plate of what I ordered after she got to taste it. The rice, which reminds me of the good-old Star Rice (plain rice mixed in Star Margarine), wasn't enough for me so an extra rice was necessary. The waiter also served tokwa’t baboy on our table. To quench our thirst, my girlfriend went for an orange juice while I, out of curiosity, settled for their chilled taho. Well, it tasted like the regular taho, only placed on a bigger plastic cup and chilled. We had our full and the damage was just for a cheap 250.00 pesos. What a meal!



For sure it wouldn’t be the last experience I’m going to have at Sinangag Express. the place left a good taste in my mouth so they will surely can expect more visits from me in future.

My first experience at SEX turned out to be wonderful and memorable. Probably, I’ll try other meals on their menu for more delicious adventure. I’m sure it going to be as satisfying and palatably orgasmic.

10 January 2009

Lunch At Mom & Tina's With Friends

After I got off from work at 6:00 in the morning my lawyer-girlfriend asked me if I could come with her to Makati. She was to attend a hearing at Makati City Hall at around 7:30am then have lunch with her law school friends. Unfortunately, she didn’t make it on time for the hearing. We were just late for a few minutes though. After some worrying and some efforts to make up for missing the hearing, we head for lunch at Mom and Tina’s Bakery Café.


Those who were able to make it to lunch were Kai, Cham, and Lumen. Pearl was supposed to catch up after she’s done treating her office staff to lunch in her office (she wasn’t able to excuse herself from her office and missed lunch with us). I heard she recently got promoted. So there we were in Mom and Tina’s and I was the only thorn among lawyer-roses. With these smart women around, you cant help but get intimidated. But since I’ve known them for more than five years now so I guess I’m already comfortable around them.


The place was full-packed that we just settled for some seats outside the café. Well it didn’t really bother the ladies since they were just too eager to hear from each other and catch up on things. Cham started the ball rolling with here narration recent memorable experience in Boracay. But, no, I’m not going to mention it here for I haven't gotten any go signal from any of the girls. Probably, some other time I would. I felt awkward a couple of times for the topics were mostly women stuff.


When it was time to eat (finally!) Kai and my girlfriend, Sheryl, shared a bowl of Paella Rice. Kai was watching her diet, she said. I had Salisbury Steak and a glass of lemon iced tea. Lumen didn’t finish her Beef Stew. While, Cham enjoyed her Pomelo Kani Salad and some pork barbeque. I then took some pictures and videos of them since we rarely get together. After we ate and got ourselves some laughs, we exchanged goodbyes.


After that I had to go home since I still have to catch some rest for I still have work that night. Did I forget to mention that? I was really exhausted but I and my girlfriend had fun. and besides, this doesn't happen often.


06 January 2009

Should Have Bought That Organizer

I’m at it again. I just hate it when this happens. I plan to buy some things when I go to a mall but still I would end up empty handed. I have the dough to make purchases, alright, but I just can’t seem to decide whether to buy it or not. Just when I’ve decided on what to purchase, last minute call tells me not to. Reasons not to buy the items suddenly pop up from nowhere. Now they get me to question whether it’s a smart buy or just out of impulse. Do I really need this or just want to get myself one? But I’ve thought about it even before I lead myself into the mall. I’ve already reasoned with myself before storming my way through the stores.


I was supposed to buy an organizer for myself. I thought it’s a good way to start the New Year writing down your plans and schedules. Put into good use, it makes life easier to handle each day at a time. Every now and then I fall short in sorting out the things I need to get done. My priorities get messed up sometimes too.

One thing I’ve learned about life is that it will never wait on you. It continues to move on and run its uncharitable course. So you would never want to find yourself face down on the ground and whining how unfair it has been on you. You always knew that. Although sometimes it makes you think your lucky getting out of some mess.

Life may not have forever to wait for us but it sure will not deprive us of the time needed to make each of our lives worthwhile. It’s really up to us to grab the chance and get organized. Life passes faster than summer vacation, you know. The person next to you shouldn’t be the one calling the shots for you (at least not all the time).

When I’m on my sane mind, I believe decisions have to be made by me and no one else. I still have to remind myself of this every time though. But at least the effort is there. It’s my only chance to life.

One philosopher said, “Water shall never pass the same river twice.”

So I guess I really have to buy that organizer the next time, huh? Gees.

How to Impress an Angel Locsin

I was watching Boy and Kris and Angel Locsin was one of their guests on the show. I don’t watch this show that often, I think this is even the longest period I got my eyes glued to the show. I blame Angel Locsin for it.

The guys on the show picked two from the audience and gave them a chance to impress the actress. I must say those guys blew it. They sang and even danced pathetically in front of the camera and Angel. I don’t want to give details on how they performed but it was far than being impressive. Well, they are still lucky I guess since they got Angel Locsin to watch them perform(?). Not to mention their minutes of fame.

But how do you really impress an Angel Locsin?

Lights, Please!

I am trying to watch cable at the same trying to scribble my way through another blog. Normally, it’s as easy as eating and drinking. But at this moment it doesn’t seem to be the case. I find myself fiddling with the remote every so often trying to find the channel to tune in ‘till I am done with whatever. Bothered that I can’t find the right channel, I turn the tv off.

We sometimes find ourselves in a somewhat-dilemma such as the one I, admittedly, poorly portrayed. Though I could have come up with a better one but I preferred to let you appreciate my daily routines...however pathetic they may be. There are times where we take a crack at doing different things we enjoy at the same time. Well, it wouldn’t be an issue if one doesn’t hinder us from doing the other. Sometimes they can even compliment each other. Like drinking an ice cold Coke while eating your favorite hot pandesal. Fine, again it’s a bad example but you get my point, right?

But sometimes the case is just ain’t so. It would sometimes make us realize that we really can’t get to do everything we desire. I know it ain’t fair and that life can even be cruel at times. Life can prove this point in so many ways. The sad part is; it will never make room for some exceptions. So you can either let it beat you to a pulp, make you scream and cry in pain, see yourself be destroyed with your hand on it, or you can stand and face it and show who’s the boss… that should be you, right?

Some people I know are right now in this similar state. They are torn between loving and leaving. They are hurt to admit that the same person they hold dear is the same person causing them inconsiderable pain. It’s that kind of pain that they wouldn’t want to come from someone that matters to them. It could have been less painful if were caused by some stranger. But worst, they keep the pain coming as if it would taste better the next serving.

Don’t get me wrong, I had my own share of these too. I’ve been hurt a lot too. Honestly, the tinge of pain I still can feel every time my memory decides to be rude to me. It vividly reminds me of how foolish I was to let myself be hurt that way knowing that I too deserve to be happy.

Love doesn’t always come to us in a chariot or on glass slip-ons. Sometimes it comes and presents itself as an ugly frog too. But that’s even nothing compared to loving an evil witch who fancies in making life miserable or a mean and ugly ogre who might eat you one day when you’re sound asleep (with the exception of Shrek, of course).

But love is such a hard feeling to figure out. You can never prepare well for it. You can never tell it what to do. It guides you through its path without you in the driver’s seat. I believe that’s why we call lovers blind…sometimes.

Who turned off the lights?