Look at this site, isn’t it neat? Wouldn’t you think that this dashboard’s complete? Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl. The girl who blogs… everything? Look at this trove, treasures untold. How many wonders can one Tumblr hold? Looking around here you think. Sure, reblog everything. I’ve seen memes and hipsters aplenty. Reblogged graphics and text posts galore. You want messages? I’ve got twenty! But who cares, no big deal. I want more… I want to be where the hipsters are. I want to see, want to see them bloggin’. Putting some pics in their; What do you call it? Oh queue. Facebook and MySpace won’t get you far. Friends are required for liking, commenting. When they start creeping then you just… what’s that word again? Block. Up where they like, where they reblog. Where they have Caturday and Sundog. Signup is free. Wish I could be. Part of Tumblr. What would I give if I could live without these errors? What would I pay to spend the day scrolling my dash? Bet David Karp, he has a heart. Bet he won’t reprimend his followers. Bright young hipsters, don’t need misters. Forever alone. I’m ready to know what those hipsters know! Ask them my questions and get some answers! What is breathing? And what is… what’s the word? Air? When’s it my turn. Wouldn’t I love. Love to like, follow and reblog. Out of Facebook. Wish I could be. Part of Tumblr.
So I’m not going to say my granny got me an iPhone when I already had one.. but in honor of our 200 followers, I’m going to give away a 32GB Apple iPhone 4! This unit is factory unlocked and openline already. It includes the handset, Apple earphones with remote and mic, dock connector to…
I may not be able to blog every minute, every hour, everyday. I may not be able to express what I feel in all those words I say. There are times that I just sit and rifle through the dash - reading everybody's posts and pretending that it will last. I may not exist in your screens, but here I am, living behind the scenes. I can relate to what you feel, I understand everything you say. I am the blogger that nobody seems to care about, but always care for everyone. If not for you people in my dash, I am nothing. This is my story, your story, our story. Just like our posts, our story will forever continue living.
Went to 19 East for the Side A performance. (Courtesy of ate Cathy and Diana) Had a great time, hanged out until about 2:30 am. Guess what? Takas lang ako. Lupet na takas eh noh? Haha!
5:30 am - Woke up. May review ng 8 am and had to attend. Kaso halfday lang kasi tinamad na, played dota with buddies. We then went to Cavite for an overnight beer session. Walangya. Wild kung wild. Pati polo ko nasunog. Haha! :) Slept around 2:30 AGAIN.
Woke up at 8 am. Scarcity ng water and food kaya nagsibili pa. Chilled out and left for Quezon City around 1:30 pm. Took the bus and MRT. Nakakahiya. I fell asleep at Magallanes, and woke up because of something wet dropped on my arm. Guess what that wet thing is? Tumulo pala laway ko! Kadiri! Haha! Ayoko ng magbyahe pag nakainom the night before. Basag kung basag eh. Good thing I had my cardigan with me, I used it to cover my face out of shame. Arrived a little past 2:30 - Oha, Cavite to QC at an hour. Took a nap, ate dinner - tito’s despidida. Left for home at around 6 pm. Arrived just now. And boy. I’m getting really sleepy.
9:00 ng umaga. Nakatayo ako sa initan at nag-aabang ng fx. Lahat ng dumadaan puno. May isang huminto sa harap ko. Sa wakas, naisaloob ko. May isang chikas na nakaupo sa harap. May 3 bakante sa likod. Syempre dun ako sa chikas.
As usual, pag upo ko sa fx at pagbayad ko, wala pang 10 minutes eh tulog na ko. Nagigising-gising ako, pero nagulantang talaga ko nung magpara yung katabi kong chikas.
"Ma, para. Sa waiting shade lang."
Hindi ko alam kung tatawa ko ng malakas o iiling nalang. Hindi siya yung unang narinig ko na magsabi ng ganun, pero hindi ko ineexpect na manggagaling sa isang magandang binibini tulad niya.
Simpleng english hindi maayos. Nakakaturn off. Hindi ako perpekto pero sana man lang di’ba? Waiting shed ate. Please lang.
And so nandun nanaman ako kila tito kanina, every week na ata to. Apprentice photographer niya eh.
Habang kumakain kanina, may naikwento siya that made me look up to and made me love my mom more:
"Dave, alam mo, nung may sakit ang papa mo dati, bilib kami sa mama mo. Kasi nung nagkacancer yung papa mo, siya yung nagbubuhat at nag-alaga. Siya nagpapaligo, tapos, habang nagaalaga yan, nagtatrabaho pa. lahat ginawa niya para kumita. Inaalagaan niya pa kayo nung time na yun. Yung papa mo, may paboritong pagkain dati, pumupunta pa mama mo ng Binondo para mabili yun. Ganun kamahal ng mama mo si papa mo."
Noon ko lang narealize kung gano magmahal si mama. Kait alam niyang wala ng pag-asa si papa, ginawa niya lahat para maging comfortable siya. Never din siyang nag-isip na mag-asawa uli, kasi gusto niya kami lang aalagaan niya.
Hanggang ngayon ganyan si mama. ahat ng ginagawa niya para samin. Never siyang bumili ng kahit ano para sa sarili niya. ahat ginagawa niya para maging komportabl kami.
Ma, alam ko hindi mo mababasa to. Sorry sa lahat ng ginawa namin. Lagi ka naming binabalewala, without realizing na lahat ng meron kami eh dahil sa’yo. Salamat sa lahat ng binigay at binibigay mo samin. Balang araw makakabawi din kami sa lahat ng utang na loob namin sa’yo.
Yes, the ever kind classmate and friend. The one who’s always there for everyone. The one you could ask any help from. The one who’s been bullied since day one. The one whom you’d never hear any complaints from. The teacher’s pet. The best in GMRC. The one who’s never listed as noisy. The one you’d love to kick in the butt because of his timidity. Almost never opened his mouth, except when called upon.
Yep. I used to be like that. I was never that close to anyone. But then I grew up. I learned to open up to people. I realized that there is more to life than academics. More to life than play.
I realized that life is not defined by your grades and scores. It’s defined by how we relate to people, by how we love and be loved in return - the moments we share with other individuals, the trials we overcome. The prayers we say, the wishes me make.
Want to know your life’s meaning is? Try living it to the fullest.