'wag kang TANGA pls

You don't understand.

You don't understand because you are not trying to understand. Pls 'wag ka namang tanga. You are wasting your time, I tell you. You're merely destroying yourself. This is not about what we have told you or the simple things we've done for you, this isn't about lecturing you yet you are covering your ears, this isn't about the time & effort that were wasted... NO. Do those things matter at all? Of course not, this is all about you. How good you are in ruining yourself!

I don't care if you're not paying attention on what I am saying, go ahead moron. Those are not for us. After all, who will suffer idiot? Who is suffering now? I AM NOT ANGRY NOR ANNOYED.

This is just a normal reaction of a friend that's so much worried about you. Pls don't be so stupid and stop torturing yourself. I beg you. This is me begging you.
If you can't do it for those people who care, then at least do it for yourself.

Let it go. Give it up. Settle down.

You know even if you reject my words more than a thousand times, I will not resign. I'll still be your friend. But how about yourself? Until when, huh?

Turn your king down, stop the clock, give a handshake and accept your defeat. CHECKMATE ka na! You understand? MA-TE KA NA KAYA! MA-TE KA NA! And so? Right? At least you played with your best. You've done your part. Isn't that enough?

Learn from your mistakes.

I'm afraid of the person you're becoming right now. That's not you anymore, will you just let someone change you? SOMEONE WHO LIVES IN THE PAST? That should be living there forever. Permanent address niya: PAST. Why not?

You are not the loser here, promise.
That one can never find another you. Only brainless could not realize. May utak siya, marerealize niya 'yon... soon. DON'T wait for that time anyway.

Fight back, fight clean and keep it right. It is not yet the end. Pls talaga, 'wag kang tanga. I repeat 'wag kang tanga. 'Wag kang tanga.

Why? 'Di ba ayaw mo sa tanga? Don't hate yourself.
Do the thing. Do it!

First World

Industrialized Countries, within the Western European and US' Sphere of Influence.
NATO Member States during the Cold War

Belgium
Canada
Denmark
France
Germany (West)
Greece
Iceland
Italy
Luxembourg
Netherlands
Norway
Portugal
Spain (since 1982)
Turkey
United Kingdom
USA

US Aligned States
Israel
Japan
Korea (South)

Former British Colonies
Australia
New Zealand

Neutral and more or less industrialized capitalist countries
Austria
Ireland
Sweden


Top 10: First World Countries in terms of their Gross National Income
The GNI based on purchasing-power-parity (PPP) per capita in int'l Dollars.

1 Luxembourg Western Europe 66 821
2 Norway Northern Europe 41 941
3 United States North America 41 557
4 Ireland Northern Europe 40 003
5 Bermuda (overseas territory of the UK) North America *36 000
6 Iceland Northern Europe 35 686
7 Denmark Northern Europe 34 718
8 San Marino Southern Europe *34 600
9 Canada North America 34 444
10 Switzerland Western Europe 33 168

Top Ten: First World Countries in Terms of their Human Development

1 Norway
2 Sweden
3 Australia
4 Canada
5 Netherlands
6 Belgium
7 Iceland
8 USA
9 Japan
10 Ireland

Source: UN Human Development Report 2004
IMF -- International Monetary Fund
www.nationsonline.org

I guess they made the right decision in choosing Norway for the next stop, besides it's the UK with 21.3% (largest) export partner of Norway and with 7.2% in imports.

Let's see each other in Kongeriket Norge!
Lykke til!

St. Patrick's Day

St. Patrick's Day is celebrated by the Irish and Irish at Heart in big cities and small towns alike with parades, "wearing of the green," music and songs, Irish food and drink, and activities for kids such as crafts, coloring and games. Its a time for fun. Some communities even go so far as to dye rivers or streams green!

How ironic is it that Ireland's patron saint wasn't even born on the island? St. Patrick was born with the given name Macwyn Succat around A.D. 385 in Scotland. It wasn't until he was kidnapped and enslaved by Irish bandits that he was brought to Ireland.

Popular myth speculates that St. Patrick chased all of the snakes from Ireland. In reality, there were never any snakes on the island. This myth is considered a metaphor for converting pagans and Druids to Catholicism and "chasing" them from Ireland.

Shamrock, or just sham? It's been told that St. Patrick used the three leaves of the shamrock to represent the Trinity (The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit). This was never found in his writings, so is unsubstantiated.

Even though he is a Catholic saint, Patrick was actually born to a Roman Christian family. After six years in captivity, Patrick was said to have had religious dreams that told him to escape his captors and convert the people of Ireland to Catholicism.

Well now St. Patrick's Day wouldn't exist if not for the man himself! But how much do we know about him? Did you know that he spent six years of slavery in Ireland until he escaped and undertook religious training abroad?

Now you know.

St Patrick's Day is for thinking about our Saint as well as the time to think of loved ones across the water.

So, here's a St. Patrick's poem inspired by greetings from St. Patrick's Day.
For mine...

I could search Ireland from shore to shore
And find no one else is so adore
From the Aran isles in Galway Bay
To the Eastern Coast and the town of Bray
In Tara Hill, Kanturk or Mountbellew
Not a soul around can compare to you
You're my love and that's no blarney
Just thinking of you makes me happy.

Happy Saint Patrick's Day :)

(I hope Yex saw that 'DRINK RESPONSIBLY' there.)

Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig!

May all of you have the blessings from St.Patrick.

Swim

People care. You can only sense it if you grant them a chance.

You have friends, best friends (notably they're just there waiting for you to share), family and most especially The One Up There. A person possessing such blessings like that has no reason to feel neglected, as long as you don't give yourself perverse reasons. If you do, there's no ground for you to say that you are neglected.

Because the problem is in you.


Talking and doctoring yourself for quite sometime might help a lot for the reason that it's only you who knows what you want and need. Asking His guidance is excellent.

All things are easy for those who seek for easy things.

As Mang Joe (a farmer from Tarlac) once said: "What you sow is what you reap." He told that to CJ way back high school days. Haha.

It depends on how you handle your life. So, that's how you deal with it. The question now is... are you happy? Are you going to be happy? If yes, then I won't stop you from drowning yourself.

But there is just one thing I would like you to remember...

you don't know how to swim.

You don't have to drown yourself, sinking will stream automatically. And it's unfair for you because you'll just lose without fighting. If you willn't swim, you'll stay there forever. You have to care about yourself. Well if you don't, we do.

We know how to swim just shout a help.

Appalling Conversation

Mar.10, '09. 10:00 am (in our time) Accounting Time.

"So, you're late." So surprised to hear her talking to me since it's so unusual. Basically, I'll just come (late or not) and be seated without any of my seatmates questioning my entrance. Besides, there's no professor yet.

So just I nodded discreetly.

"My first impressions were all right." Same voice and eyes staring at my shoulder bag which I usually place in front of my chair.

Then I answered "excuse me?"

"Yeah. Don't be so surprised Mr. Reyes (they pronounce it as 'rice') I'm talkin' to you." This time, I got her green eyes with upsetting look.

"Can I help you?" After saying that, she replied quickly. And I'm puzzled.
"CAN YOU HELP ME?" I can't imagine she could talk in a high tone. She's not shouting but it's not her normal pitch. "How could you help me? How pathetically could you help me?!!" My eyes can't move in surprise and I'm just looking at her blankly.

So I grabbed her arms and took her outside, find a right place for this kind of conversation.

"What's your problem? You know you can really talk in a nice way. I will listen." My voice was shaking not because I'm afraid but I don't know what to say.

"You tricked me and tricking me and you made me find myself stupid!!! Aren't you? AREN'T YOU!?" Tears flowing in her eyes and my heart pumps so fast. This time, I really don't know what to do. How could I be so insensitive with someone's emotional state.

"You just played with my feelings, Geo! You messed up everything in me!! Didn't you know that? Huh?? DIDN'T YOU KNOW THAT!!!???" Perfect. The words I loathed to hear.

"STOP SHOUTING! HOW THE HELL I MESSED YOU UP!?? *sigh* Can't we talk in a better way? Because I hardly understand. Where those words came from?"

"From my heart."

"What did I do? What? Can you--"

"See you didn't know. I love you. From the very start. Even before you hang out with Nicole and her group. And I assumed you feel the same after being with them. You treated me so nice and I thought I was so special. You keep on doing things just to get my attention. How could you be so gentleman with someone you didn't like after all? How could you let me feel so distinct from others without liking me?"

"I... I like you as--"

"As a friend. Don't say the heartbreaking word. That is why... *sigh* I don't bother to speak with you from the very start. I knew it's your nature to care and to love people... girls in particular, so I'd rather have my mouth closed. At first, I thought you like Nicole then I noticed not. You're just being good and yeah I can't hold on to my plans... so see, it's killing me now."

I can't say a word. How the hell could I? I didn't know these. She's nice and if I'm going to choose a girl in school to be my girlfriend, I'll pick her... but our feelings for each other are parallel. It's the friendship that I could only offer. The worst? She's just a friend to me ever since.

"I'm sorry if--" I told her and she interrupted again.

"No, you dont have to say that. We're friends right? It's nothing to me because it was all my fault. I respect you and everything about you."

"But how did you know?"

"From MJ's... you know, keep on spreading your blog. Writing here, writing there. So one time I tried to visit *while nodding* perfect, at least I know now. You told me, yeah but I took that as a joke. I just really really thought that I'm the one. Ha-ha stupid."

"Can we still be friends? Like before?"

"Do you really love your girlfriend more than you love me?"

I nodded thrice.

She smiled, wiping her tears. "My pleasure. At least I know where should I place myself."
I hugged her and whispered "I'm sorry."

"And oh, *she pushed me* your girl might get jealous. I just want you to do me a favour."

I exhaled and asked "what?"

She flipped her hair. "Put our whole conversation in your blog. Wanna read it and let's see if you can remember. So, let's now go inside." she muttered with her beautiful gloomy eyes.

Nose

I can smell the pongy, whiffy, niffy, stinky odour of the future quandary which may lead to uncertainty of the management's stability on account of thick-skinned stupids. Some of you might read this and spread the news, well then pleasure! Strongly made for criminal rats who keep on munching the cheese of the chief while the huge cat is away.

Even rats knew that stealing is a crime and now you guys stood like full-blooded rats whose teeth are vigorous and acting like more than a bloodsucker. You can mess with me but not with the enchanted realm that was established through hard work and all, with blood and exudation. No one of you could enter the archway of secrecy to munch all the cheese and continue the legacy. You cannot... with or without ID.

I'm warning all of you from crews to heads. Be afraid because I will give you bunch of reasons why. This may be an informal act of announcement but you can never tell me the meaning of formality since I perceived the irregularity of accounts and off-the-record withdrawals. How tragic.

I'm only using my nose 'till I got time for my eyes to open for you to put on jail. I can easily trace the very good source of the catastrophes, don't make me try. There's no way for you to cover your head once I tried.

If you think you're a possible suspect and you know something about this... report to Brav, immediately. IMMEDIATELY.


I'll fire those who act like clean and ignored.

Mothers

Except for my mom, why do moms hate me? No, that's not the word. Aloof, yes aloof from the deepest meaning of it.

Is it because I do not have the charisma of a good guy? I don't look good but I'm good-looking, promise. Hahaha. Or maybe they thought that I'll just hurt their girl? Baliktad! I was always hurt by girls. HAHAHA! But seriously I had lots of traumatic experience with moms. That's why I'm really afraid of moms.

Mind you, I'm not doing unnecessary things but it's just that I was always condemned with prejudices. But you know, it doesn't matter to me because proving something to anybody is the most foolish deed I know. Well if most moms see me as an evil dude, maybe they have to ask their girls before putting a period. I willn't be burned in hell because I'm cool. Haha corny.

I'm not pointing a finger to any mom, I'm talking in general. So please don't hate me. I'm grieving for not having the "angelic aura" to have their trust. Hahaha. I'm not bitter, I promise. Believe me, I'm just wondering why. The truth is, it's fine with me because I know myself. I know that I'm not good in conversing politely with them. So, it's super duper okay not to have their votes for me, after all it's never an election.

No, no, no... don't say anything against this post. I just want to vent out my insights based on my personal experience. Thank you and I love all the moms in the world.

Surprise!

Tadaaaah! New skin. Hehe.

First of all I would like to say that I'm not really good with this kind of stuff. Marunong ako sa color combinations pero hindi ko naman alam kung gusto mo yung kulay. Hehe. I can't use yellow kasi bright color na ang background ko. Ayan, ayan ang kinalabasan.

The header took me an hour. Hindi ko nga lang alam kung effective. Haha.
Ako yung hearthopper dun sa taas. 'Impossible is nothing' yan. Tignan niyo yung grasshopper, nagh-hop siya sa heart. Pinipilit niyang akyatin even if the heart is so big for him. Ambisyosong grasshopper yan eh. Pero determined yan.

Just wait and see.




Ang dami kong gustong gawin kaya lang hindi ako marunong sa template eh. Kaya ayan lang talaga kinalabasan.


For my friends out there, I know you guys love to visit my page... this is still mine. And I'm not gay. But I'm happy. Pink is pink. That's the trend.




So, this is for you.
I WILL CAPTURE YOUR HEART...





























whether you like it or not.









I feel like I want to say some lines from President Obama's inaugural address...

"...we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you..."


Haha. Parang tanga lang. Basta, hindi ako natatakot sa mga salita mong nananakot. I'll do what I can, you decide.









PS: Maganda ba (blog ko)? Haha.

Think

Give time for meditation. Feed your mind 'till you get tired and depart from your life. What's life without thinking?

Think about the step-change you need.
Stop thinking about the useless stuff. Like what’s going to happen next in the book that you’re reading. Or what you're going to watch at 8:00 pm. Or when you’re going to get round to tippexing your house number on the front of the wheelie-bin.

Worry about where you’re going next, and what you’re gonna do if you don’t sort out that BIG STUFF that’s been niggling at the back of your mind. Because it’s not longer at the back, it’s at the front. And soon you’re going to be losing sleep over it. You don’t need this. But it’ll remain there. It has a legitimate leave to remain. An indefinite entry-visa. Unless you do something about it.

Words have always been a romantic preoccupation of yours, speaking far louder than your actions ever could. But it’s time to face the truth: There were many times in your life when you left it to fate and you got lucky with the consequences, but you’ve been lucky far too long, and one day it’ll come back and bite really hard. Actually, it already has, but you’re in denial.

No more. Do something. Think about it.

(Outside Morrisons supermarket. Queensbury, London.)

And take care crossing the road whilst you’re at it. Everyone, take care. Not just those who doesn't know how to cross the road.

A good citizen waits for The Green Man.

Alteration

Perfectly new.

In your own mind it's only a little change. Not as much as dramatic as the 7 changing to the 8 you thought. Much more subtle than that.

You thought it would be a little like an alternative frame, taken a fraction of a click to the left or right of the one taken earlier. You really thought nobody would notice.

Only, you didn’t notice yourself because you thought about it too hard. Over and over; you conditioned yourself not to notice it. But I did. Because you see the change as something discrete, whereas I see it has something contiguous. And when you see it like that you realize the shocking reality that the change is much more noticeable than you thought.

The drama of it all shows you that you only have to do a little in order to generate a lot.
A slight perturbation in life can lead to indescribable opportunities.

DIE

Hey ya Superman! Who are you? Morrie Schwartz? To talk about changes, emotions and stuff like that. Wow. Hahaha. :) You're now an educator.

I know what I'm doing. Thanks for reminding.


Here... it's also from Morrie.
Pero siyempre, edited ko na 'to. Haha.
From Morrie and I. Hahaha.


Q: Why is it so hard to think about dying?

A: Because most of us all walk around as if we're sleepwalking. We really don't experience the world fully because we're half-asleep doing things we automatically think we have to do.

Q: And facing death changes all that?

A: Oh yes! You strip away all that stuff and you focus on the essentials. When you realize you're going to die, you see everything much differently.