tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152625073120840972024-02-19T13:06:03.437+08:00Battik's Workshoptyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.comBlogger497125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-21410298270448125032011-08-15T23:34:00.004+08:002011-08-16T00:28:52.031+08:00Six Degrees of CrazyI always thought that the road from then to now is the most interesting of all trips. Every so often, something crazy gets in the way. It's crazy!
Then again, maybe this is how we grow up.
1st degree of crazy: If you don't get what you want, throw tantrums.
This is what brats are made of. And it starts with the innocent demand for milk during the phase in our lives when can hardly talk. tyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-92114098007391414582011-07-30T23:21:00.004+08:002011-08-01T01:07:38.412+08:00sg times threeThis time, I wanted to be with the girls so very badly...to hug them and just spend time with them. There is something refreshing about them. Their presence seems to be telling me that the future is worth looking forward to--this is a big thing especially for a self-confessed repressed pessimist like myself.Nowadays, they are my dose of happy...the dose of happy that matter. Because other than mytyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-15995861069669199952011-06-01T16:16:00.003+08:002011-06-01T16:21:24.340+08:00Klub-glubIt's June 1.The time of the year when I go dramatically existential is nigh. Once again, I will have to convince myself that I haven't been wasting space for the past, er, 31 years.tyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-62123653252479153622011-05-02T21:08:00.004+08:002011-05-02T21:29:54.685+08:00Two confessionsThere are two things that I will confess to which will probably put my career in jeopardy--the present one and the what-could-be-my-future career:1. I am no longer the "hawk-eye" I used to be. Worse, I am the thing hawk-eyes look out for. With that, I am saying I am beginning to carelessly, if not mindlessly, miss and mix-up my letters and words. And for a writer, this is never a good thing.2. I tyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-70517100033810360432011-04-24T00:09:00.005+08:002011-04-24T00:21:30.372+08:00How I survived LeukemiaEverything about me was normal when I was born. And everything stayed the same as I grew up. I think. For that, I consider myself lucky. But not lucky enough to be spared from a disease I did not dread until it became a reality. Not knowing is a nightmare. It is like trudging a dark and dank surreal world. But the diagnosis is worse. It is the unanticipated pull back to earth spiced up with tyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-47036988161788464342011-04-07T01:24:00.007+08:002011-04-20T01:10:20.687+08:00Ano ang "P" sa P.E.?If I were any worse at P.E. perhaps I wouldn't be able to answer this question. There are sporty people, flexible individuals, and the physically fit. And then there's me.As much as I enjoyed playing dodge ball and kickball in my younger years, the fear of spraining an ankle or breaking a bone always lurked at the back of my mind, preventing me to, well, be at the top of my game. Then volleyball tyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-26828637947945369972011-03-27T12:24:00.002+08:002011-03-27T12:28:32.636+08:00Missing you, Nichi!I opened my eyes this morning and I remembered the sound of Nichi's laugh. And I recalled how he'd stick Ferrero Rocher stickers on our remote control every time he gets a hold of the chocolate candy. I'd reprimand him for it.But look who's got the sticker now?tyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-49330134892720122182011-03-25T18:56:00.001+08:002011-03-25T18:57:44.683+08:00Goodbye Auntie BabyHindi rin pala tayo magkikita sa Davao. :-(Ba-bye po. Please say "hi" to Nichi for me.tyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-34274622960841331552011-03-14T21:00:00.003+08:002011-03-14T21:21:25.856+08:00I dreamed of NichiLast night, Nichi visited me. In my dream. So here's how it went...Nichi was 13 (or 12). He and Kuya Mic are going swimming. But Nichi is in one corner of the pool, teaching younger kids how to swim.Next scene, I was talking to Nichi. He told me, "Ate, lagi na lang ako nanginginig."Once again, I worried for my brother. It was the same feeling I had when I learned how sick he was. The same wave oftyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-51514010814220613642011-02-07T21:20:00.002+08:002011-02-07T21:27:31.195+08:00May natutunan na naman ako todayEmo thought. (minsan lang naman; pagbigyan na...) If I stop caring about the little things; how will I be able to handle the big stuff to care about? I refuse to be apathy personified. I cannot NOT care.If some people can do it in a snap of a finger, drop everything then leave without a decent word--it doesn't mean I have to be like them. Because I do care. Most of the time in fact.It may hurt tyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-18178608664677763902011-01-28T19:04:00.000+08:002011-01-28T19:05:20.331+08:00Music and HiritNakakatawa yung isa sa mga kahon ng cassette tapes na na-unearth sa naganap na lipatan. Hanep ang koleksyion mula sa Righteous Brothers, Apo, Gary V., Rick Astley (!); hanggang kay Santana, Paul McCartney, Eraserheads at Kenny G. Pero I think yung panalo ay yung minus one! hehetyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-37814756659760781252011-01-27T18:50:00.001+08:002011-01-28T19:00:41.461+08:00Gaano kamahal ang resibo?Ang dating P105-P110, P162 na ngayon dahil sa P40 flagdown rate (dating P30) at P3.50 per 250 meters (dating P2.50). At eto ang official receipt to prove it. Kumusta naman ang wallet ni Juan?!tyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-80598664382426442492011-01-26T18:48:00.001+08:002011-01-28T18:50:06.185+08:00Hay Naku!Noong isang raw, iniisip ko, "kung magtataas na kaya ng pamasahe sa mrt at lrt, aandar na kaya ang mga escalator at elevators nito?"Pero ngayon ang iniisip ko na, "kung mag-m-mrt at lrt kaya ako, makakarating ako sa pupuntahan ko nang safe?"Yung pambobomba sa mga inosenteng tao, nakakainit ng ulo! But more than that, nakakatakot siya para sa safety mo at lalo sa mga mahal mo sa tyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-27146990360703954422011-01-24T18:43:00.003+08:002011-01-28T19:02:19.383+08:00CBCDad: Bakit ka nagpa-CBC?Me: Kasi anemic daw ako sabi ng doktor. Tapos nung Wednesday, bigla akong nag-nosebleed. (praning lang...)Dad: Bakit?(Biglang sumingit si Soy)Soy: Nag-English lang sya!(By "sya", my brother meant me. At dahil nag-Ingles ako ulit...alamnyona!)* Gayunpaman OK lang ako sabi ng Doktor.tyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-56749927891896022092011-01-13T17:12:00.013+08:002011-01-27T22:12:31.917+08:00My 2010 in photos. Consider this my year-ender :-)I am supposed to pick one photo which best displays the highlight of my months for 2010 but it was an impossible task so I have these...JanuaryWriters' wig party. Yes, we are busy people but we did make time for this. And seeing ourselves sporting different hairstyles was fun and funny!School supplies for the kids! :-) Finally, the art supplies for the brave bunch of kids in PCMC are complete! (tyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-57615880586103651282010-10-08T17:23:00.004+08:002010-10-08T17:27:13.837+08:00HedgehogI look at this. And then I wouldn't have to wonder. There is a God.tyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-67379169820522423932010-10-03T22:14:00.002+08:002010-10-03T22:16:33.642+08:00Farewell to Tito LarryWe were used to delivering speeches in college--toasts, keynotes, eulogies... But nothing prepares us for the real thing, for the real occasion. Today I sat with my heart in my throat as I listened to my friend say the best goodbye to a really good dad. The thing is, I don't know how to congratulate her for the speech well done.tyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-21158329499293402032010-09-17T22:25:00.004+08:002010-09-17T22:53:18.021+08:00Early Christmas for a Bunch of Brave KidsLast year's Christmas blessings has become this year's early Christmas presents to a bunch of brave kids.I finally found the time to wrap and distribute the gifts which came from friends with kind, generous hearts.And I wish to share the special smiles and thank-you's the kids gave us in return.It's always a refreshing feeling seeing their smiles. It reminds me that despite what we all have to tyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-63117055674949270152010-09-11T23:35:00.004+08:002010-09-11T23:40:45.130+08:00Capital ng anong bansa ang Vienna? at Paano magluto in one minute?Yan ang dalawang tanong na sinagot ng body na ito ng EB.Watch this...hehe.(sa wakas, one down na sa umami! haha!)tyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-77346685335851692292010-08-24T01:07:00.003+08:002010-08-24T01:24:08.859+08:00On the Rolando Mendoza Hostage-takingThe most important question is "what could have driven a person to hijack a bus-filled with tourists and actually kill people?"Rolando Mendoza could have been you or me on a bad day. Our only advantage is our psychology is more resilient to stress and inner or external conflicts than his. We should consider ourselves lucky.At this point, it is not about what the globe would think of us. It is tyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-64535361608684933042010-08-14T23:22:00.002+08:002010-08-14T23:28:15.642+08:00This I learned the other day...You cannot teach another person how to act professionally. Professionalism is something which a person teaches herself. Unfortunately, not everyone has what it takes to learn the essence of the P-WORD.tyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-17591100727366779892010-08-10T20:58:00.003+08:002015-06-02T01:48:21.512+09:00Cellophane, Mr. CellophaneThe world can continue revolving without me.
And even if it does revolve with me in it, no one needs to notice that I am taking up space. And that I am doing everything I can to make myself matter--to make my existence mean something.
I am not requiring the universe to see me. I am resolved to accomplish things from my little corner. I need no praise from anyone. I just need me to smile. Ityehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-53352397475396861272010-07-24T23:10:00.002+08:002010-07-24T23:14:46.243+08:00NicholasHow can anyone NOT miss this kid? 3 years in heaven. Still loved. Still missed. No more fever, Nichi. No more pain. Ate is happy. Continue smiling down on us :-)tyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-34212977298764729812010-07-22T20:37:00.008+08:002010-07-24T23:17:07.346+08:00No More Fever for YouHe felt it coming,the dip from worse to worst,the ebbing of life,the end of the adventure.And he did get tired.Not much word about itbut he did get tired.No one knew how to stop it,No one knew how to make it better.Then one day he was freed.From the fever, from the pain.One day it all went away.It all took HIM away.And we...we should be happytyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115262507312084097.post-62816622989728007192010-07-17T22:37:00.003+08:002011-11-06T21:54:12.559+08:00This you gotta watchThis week, I saw this video from one segment of the June 13 Episode of Party Pilipinas. It gave me goosebumps. Very Nat King Cole and Natalie moment!I still feel that the Magalonas and my family share a common "enemy" which took someone very special to us. For that, I always have to restrain myself from hugging any of them whenever we cross paths. And I although I never met the Francis Magalona tyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524386801414526837noreply@blogger.com0