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It’s been a long while since I’ve blogged.

Maybe because of that I find blogging seems awkward. Even the word “Awkward” is spelled awkwardly, just saying. I decided that I’ll blog about something awkward and hope that the awkwardness I’m feeling will be reversed by an equally awkward post.

Religion! There’s nothing more awkward than talking about religion.

When I was young, I knew that I have a “dual citizenship” when it comes to religion. I was baptized as Roman Catholic and Aglipay (Aglipayan? Whatev). I was first baptized as an Aglipayan because my father was late on my baptismal day and the Catholic Church then doesn’t allow a fatherless child to be baptized. My mother, who was very determined to have me baptized that day, decided that they try in the Aglipay Church. But sadly, they don’t also allow baptism without the father’s presence. One of my father’s friend decided to cut the crap and pretended to be my father. After the ceremony, my father finally came. He insisted that I should get baptized again with him in the Catholic Church. After that I was pledged to both church.

Up to this day, that’s the story I’m telling when I’m asked about my religion. One thing that I’m thankful of is finding friends doesn’t care about other people’s religion. Don’t get me wrong most of my friends are very religious in nature. They attend their church’s masses or whatever, read the bible and even follow the restrictions mandated by their church to the letter. We even have an Atheist friend.  They learned to respect the fact that some people have different beliefs. That or we just learned not to talk about it at all.

That being said, I didn’t chose my friends to be that way. I have nothing against religious people. The only thing I am against is those religious people who are self-righteous about their belief.

As I am not a religious person myself, I am appalled by some people who claim to have a strong connection with God and yet utters word like “Sana kunin ka na ni Lord” or “Di ka patatawarin ni Lord sa ginagawa mo!”. If you are a religious person, I find it very hard to give my sympathies  to you if you are using the God to smite someone for you or even pass judgement as if you’re God. There’s this one time when someone was eating a adobo rice and I was eating pork adobo on  lenten. He told me that I’m committing a grave sin. I told him it was the only thing I could eat off their menu and besides his rice also has meat in it. He told me God would forgive him because there’s only few meat in it (implying that I would be forsaken since I ate a stupendous amount of meat). I said “I now baptized you as fish” to my adobo, and proceeded to eat. I know it’s not that elegant, I could have told him to just fuck off but I digress.

When our neighbor changed their religion, I asked my father the reason behind it. I told him to change our religion too because maybe being a catholic is doesn’t bring that much pizzazz. He told me that religion is meant to guide people closer to God. Being closer to God implies that we must act according to His teachings in order to become a good human being. “Does that mean that Catholics doesn’t  make good human beings, since they’ve changed theirs” I asked him. He told me that, people have different questions, therefore needs different answers.

I’m kidding, that conversation never took place. I only asked why he chose to be a catholic and if my neighbor’s new religion is better than our. My father told me that:

“Mas okay katoliko, di sila masyadong demanding. Kung napapabuti sila, naging mabuting tao sila, di okay din religion nila.”

And thus ending the awkwardness…

My Significant Other’s Words of Wisdom Regarding Shit

Talking about shit (or poo or crap or dump or whatever) can be really gross and might induce vomiting especially if you’re not accustom to reading conversation that concerns it. If you’re that kind, please stop reading.

Like I’ve said, it is really gross to talk with anyone. I have this mindset that if I can’t talk about shit with you, we’re not really that close. Maybe we’re just pretending to be close or chances are, I don’t really like you at all.

For me, that theory also applies to relationship. I mean, you can’t be with someone you’re too ashamed to talk about something natural yet gross right? Because if that’s the case then you can’t talk about other shameful things with him (or her) that might result to miscommunation therefore the big B (Breakup, stupid).

Fortunately, I can talk about anything with the Significant Other. We’ve been close friends for years and it quite comes naturally to us. Like weird natural because our conversations almost revolves around shameful, gross, creepy and stupid habits or things we did in our past.

Unfortunately, the boyfriend has quite a lot of things going on with him about shit like:

Phone conversation:
ME: Ling, natatae yata ako.
SO: Eh di tumae ka. Bakit ka ba nagsasabi? Eto!
ME: Sabi ko yata lang
SO: Kung tatae ka dapat tumae ka. Kailangan pa bang sabihin yun?
ME: Bakit parang me echo?
SO: Tumatae ako eh.  Bahoo!

Text Conversation:
ME: Hindi pa ako natatae. 3 days na.
SO: Normal yun. Alangan namang tae ka ng tae.
ME: Hindi dati natatae ako araw araw. Minsan nga isipin ko lang natatae na ako.
SO: Eh di isipin mo ng isipin nang matae ka. Gawa mo na lang me ng design ng website.
ME: Cge.
SO: Wag lang violet ha?
ME: Oo na.
SO: Ano naisip mo na?
ME: Ang bilis naman ang hirap kaya magisip nun.
SO: Iisipin mo lang na matatae ka, mahirap ba yun???????

During a date:

ME: Panis na yata yung buko. Parang natatae ako.
SO: Pigilin mo muna, kaya mo yan
ME: Parang hindi ko na kaya.
SO: Ganito na lang nood na lang tayo ng sine.
ME: Para hindi ko maisip na natatae ako?
SO: Hindi, para walang tao sa CR. Kasi bihira lang macr ang tao pag nasa sinehan.
ME: Adik ka ba? Nakakahiya kaya yun.
SO: Okay lang yun pipili tayo ng palabas na korny tapos gitna na. Ano? Tara lets bagets.

True enough, no one’s inside the comfort when we went in. But I didn’t took a dump. No! Really! I didn’t!

New Year Post

Another year has gone by and so far I’ve been blogging for two years straight now. I’ll go back to the shits I’ve been through last year and what my plans are for this year.

Rewind:

As I have reviewed from my old posts, the first quarter of my 2007 is spent broken-hearted and clinically depressed. I’ve been heart-broken because I saw the she-devil AKA ”recent love” with my close-friend on a pyrotechnics show last year (January 4). To start my year right, I’ve decided to enroll in a gym and lose weight in the process to rebuild my destroyed soul because of a broken heart. Okay, I’m just joking about the soul thing, I’ve had decided to work out for one reason, to keep myself busy.

During the second quarter I’ve been successful in losing 40 extra pounds of weight. I don’t know if it’s from being emotional and suicidal most of the time or because of the gym but it’s a major accomplishment.

I and the asshole-who-broke-my-heart crossed each other’s path again because the SHE broke her heart (or as the asshole-who-broke-my-heart tried to rephrase it, he decided to dropped the idea of chasing her because she’s into OPTIONS when it comes to LOVING someone, and the asshole-who-broke-my-heart feels that I’m the BEST option).

It was in the third quarter of 2007 when I started gaining weight. Why? I’ve changed into a job that is less strenuous than the other and is more rewarding that enables me to buy things that I want. Also, the asshole-who-broke-my-heart became the-love-that-was-lost-and-returned-to-make-me-happy-than-ever.

As the year approaches to its end, I’ve managed to let pick pockets steal my nice wallet with my money and my precious iPod. I also spent my new year away from home and then figured that its quite lonely to spend the last day of the year without your immediate family.

Fast Forward

I’m planning to work out again this year, not only to lose weight but also because I find myself these days blogging about the-love-that-was-lost-and-returned-to-make-me-happy-than-ever. Yes, I love him that much but it only proves that I have no other social life than him. I’m confined in a world consisting of him and me. Which is not so good considering I’m past my quarter life crisis - whatever, we just both need some fun out in the sun.

I also need to save some money so I can finally buy a KARRR. I need one. I need it because jeepney drivers here sucks and public transportation is really not for me, not because I’m Miss High and Mighty but because I’m so stupid that I may end losing every I have because of thieves in this crazy third world country of ours. I know of all my plans, this one will go straight to the garbage can.

I need to get back my old personality because I’m always grumpy these days. I need to enjoy my life. I need to get laid. I’m kidding about the last part wokey.

Oh yeah… before I forgot. I really need to quit smoking this year. Sad sad new year. Sad sad new year no smoking. huhuhuhu.

Homer Symptom

Homer Symptom is a sickness common to all guys who enjoy everything else except listening. Taken from the animated cartoon character from “The Simpson” which has the same name, people who has it can’t keep up with someone who blabbers things that doesn’t interest them. Consider the following situation:

E.G. 1

Me: What do you like to do on friday?
SO: I don’t know, what do you like to do…
Me: I think we should watch a movie and then we can go home so we can rest.
SO: That’s… Holy crap I’m so gonna take pictures of Muning and send it to I can has cheezburger!!!!!!!!

E.G. 2

Me: What’s the problem with your code.
SO: It’s not compatible with Oracle I think. Although I can research some alternatives
Me: Why? How does your screen interpret your code??
—-
Me: Are you still there?
SO: You know what’s weird? earwax… Earwax awfully smells a lot like banana que.

And the most recent:

SO: If you’ll tell me what’s bothering you then maybe we could go on with our lives with less drama

*Opens tv*

ME: Well, you see the moment I read your letter to “Lost Love” I’ve realized that you can write if you want to.

SO: Uhummm.

ME: I have to terrorize you just to write me a friendster testimonial. It makes me think that [insert a really dramatic line here that includes how he's still in love with her and he is... whatever shitty words you can think of]

Pause…

SO: Why did you stopped.

Me: [More dramatic lines]

SO: Uhummm. I haven’t watched this episode of Sponge Bob before…

Me: Are you still listening?

SO: Uhummm….

Me: You’re just watching sponge bob and it seems you’re more interested in him than me.

SO: Uhummm…

Me: Do you like Mr. Krabs? It seems you’re in love with him. Are you?

SO: Uhummm…

Me: Fuck you then.

SO: What???!!! You’re mad at me AGAIN????

Me: Because you’re suffering from Homer Symptoms again!!!!!

SO: No, I’m not. I was listening.

Me: What was I saying then?

SO: You read “LOST LOVE”‘s letter and…

Me: and…

SO: We’ll you still haven’t explain what you felt about it…

I rest my fucking case.

Songs of my life

 This post is taken from Helga, I decided to try it because I have nothing better to do right now at 1:04 am. After I cleaned my house and packed my things for tomorrow (Me gonna go home YAY!)… this is the sanest thing to do.

Instructions: Imagine if your life were a movie, what would the soundtrack be? Use your media library (Ipod, Media Player, etc.), put it on shuffle mode, press play for each question and press next for the next questions.

Opening Credits: Chicosci – Matinee

Everyone’s dressed
All in their Sunday best
The shadows bathed in pink and black
Moonlight sets in, the conductor takes center stage
And the people start to sway

Waking Up: Ill Niño – Part of the Signs

Every word that you say
Every time that you burn
All thoughts you feel
I know they’re real
I can smell you, I can spell you

First Day at School: Fountains of Wayne – Stacey’s Mom

You know, I’m not the little boy that I used to be
I’m all grown up now, baby can’t you see

*More like a girl and I’m not a pervert, thank you very much.

Falling in Love: P.O.D. – Sleeping Awake

Reveal to me the mysteries
Can you tell me what it means?
Explain these motions and metaphors
Unlock these secrets in me
Describe the vision, the meaning is missing
Won’t anybody listen?

Fight Song: Kamikazee – Do bi doo

*I know I don’t have to post the effing lyrics here.

Breaking Up: Smashing Pumpkins – Suffer

All that you suffer is all that you are
All that you smother is all that you are
And you’re saying you’re seeing, you’re saying who you are
What takes meaning is cleaning the meaning of who you are

Prom: Robbie Williams – She’s the one

When you get to where you wanna go
And you know the things you wanna know
You’re smiling

Life’s OK: Urban Dub – A New Tattoo

Great moments they pass by
If you’re careless
Desperately trying to speak the words
Ive been wanting to say for a long time.

Mental Breakdown: Foo Fighters – Learn to Fly

Run and tell all of the angels
This could take all night
Think I need a devil to help me
Get things right

Driving: Notorious B.I.G. Mo’ Money, Mo’ Problem

I dont know what, they want from me
Its like the more money we come across
The more problems we see

Flashback: Kevyn Lettau – I burn for you

Stars will fall from dark skies
As ancient rocks are turning
Quiet fills the room
And your love flows through me

*Who the fuck is kevyn lettau and why is she in my media player… I don’t know. I don’t really know.

Getting Back Together: Jay Gordon – Slept So Long

I’ve slept so long without you
It’s tearing me apart too
How’d it get this far
Playing games with this old heart
I’ve killed a million petty souls
But I couldn’t kill you

Birth of a Child: Ozzy Osbourne – Changes

We shared the years, we shared each day.
we love together, we found the way.
You know the world, it’s an evil place.
My baby is grow now, she found her way.

Final Battle: Deftones – Venison

blood stain, on his eye
reefer on his mind
well!
shut up and listen, you might be missin
your hell blindfold not touching no one

Death Scene: Marilyn Manson – Redeemer

Always searching,
You can’t fuck with fate.
So instead you’ll taste my pain.

Funeral Song: Goo-goo dolls – Iris

And I don’t want the world to see me
Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

Awushhhuuuu. Now, I’ll enjoy my much needed sleep. Have a happy long weekend ahead!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

GHOST!

Since all soul’s day is near I think it’s appropriate that I discussed about how ghosts affects my life.

I’m talking about ideas that haunt me even without substantial evidence and not those apparitions of dead person. Aside from my neighbor’s dog’s awful smell, my significant other’s past relationship haunts me these days.

Ghost of the LOST LOVE

There will come a time in one’s life that you’ll go crazy about a person. You’ll break all your rules just for the one you love. You will set aside the qualification you have had established since you were a kid and you’ll do everything for that person.

Anyway, for him, it was HER. Actually, LOST LOVE is already married and delivered a child a year ago. I know the story behind them for he told me so when we were still friends. I know how he went crazy over her and how he devastated he was when they parted ways.  Her ghost usually appears when he gives me hell about something… like:

“I wonder if you’ll still say those things if I was LOST LOVE”
“Kay LOST LOVE ba lagi ka ring late?”

But I also know, that whatever happened between them is already over. Whether he stills loves her or not, I shouldn’t really care for he also loves me, NOW. What’s haunting about this ghost is more of a standard. She will always hold that pedestal of his adoration while I can only try but will never be able to knock her off that place… but on the other hand I get to be by his side.

Ghost of the SLUT

SLUT is the only girlfriend he broke up with. SLUT is also madly in love with him that she holds the record for the longest relationship he have had.  But since SLUT is a slut, they parted because of a third party involvement making him almost disgusted with her.

SLUT’s ghost usually came around when break up is the issue:

“You probably treat me like SLUT when we break things up”

She’s haunting me because I don’t want to end up like her. I don’t want to be a garbage can of all his emotional dilemma and when the dump truck arrives, I will also be thrown in. I’m afraid to let him take me for granted.

Ghost of the BIATCH

I find BIATCH’s ghost the most irritating of the entire ghost list. Simply because she used to be his friend and there is so much about her that reminds me of my current situation. We’ll be seeing each other on the same ghost group if ever we broke up. Also, there are a lot of things BIATCH and my SO shared that I barely have an idea of. Besides that, they made some creepy pact that annoys me. Also, BIATCH’s grammar is worst than mine, if that contributes to my point.

She’s also haunting me because she’s a comparison. We belong in the same plane and there’s always this connection that no matter what I’ve done good, she did it first. Which is really annoying as hell.

Ghost of the RECENT LOVE

Recent Love is the girl who busted his ass before we got together. I guess it’s logical to think that he still has feelings for her because of the things he did to me and the things I went through because of her. She appears whenever he neglects me:

“Siguro nakikipagusap ka pa rin kay RECENT LOVE ano?”

Her haunting is more of facing reality than trust issues. No matter how you put it, he chased her while I was chasing him making me scared of the fact that if she starts to look back, I may find him chasing her again.

I know all this hauntings are pointless waste of time. Again, when you have nothing to do, ghost, no matter how hard you try still appears especially when he’s not there to exorcise them. It’s not his fault that I have these ghosts, I don’t blame him for his past relationships, I just can’t seem to get rid of them at the moment.

Bad Habits are the Hardest to Break

Aside from smoking, which I’ve considered a habit instead of addiction (Addict NEEDS nicotine, I just WANT it to waste some time) there was a long list of bad habits that I’m finding it hard to break away from.

One fine example is me, being a total party pooper. I’ve always tried to ruined basically every good date I’ve had with my bf and all my exes. Maybe I am this emotional person that craves endless disputes and drama to feel that she is really a human capable of getting hurt and all that jazz, who cares I just do it for teh kicks. Just like this morning, we were happy, talking about our job and laptops and then I had this desire to bring up a subject regarding his ex, the slut (Come on! I am not being bad here, I know most of you have an ex who falls to that same category or been one in one of your relationship). He answered and then briefly commented that:

Why do you always do that? You know the answer to that question, you know you’ll be sad and grumpy after talking about her so why brought her up? You always do that when we’re enjoying our time! I really don’t get you sometimes.

Answer: I don’t get me either. I’m actually surprised that he noticed that. The truth is, he made me aware that I AM indeed doing it. Happiness makes me feel I am in dreamland which is always a no-no for me, I might unconsciously bring a topic that will surely send me to earth. But who cares anyway.

Second. I am really a secretive person. Okay so I have poured out all my emotions here in my blog even the most gruesome ones but I never poured out my REAL emotions to ANYONE. Usually my conversation goes out like this:

I saying:
Maybe he feels inadequate that is why he don’t have the courage to take on the job.

What I really think:
He’s a moron, he’s just afraid that everybody’s gonna caught him being so.

One person commented he can’t believed that I, being a ruthless bitch when it comes to trash talks, needs alcohol in order to confide something that he thinks I can say to anyone’s face. This habit of mine consists of uplifting someone else’s morale that oftentimes gives confidence boost. Which mainly the purpose of doing such but it will oftentimes end with that someone’s overconfidence without realizing that he really sucked.

Third. I am revengeful. I can’t sleep at night without thinking of plots of ruining someone who’ve done me wrong. Okay, maybe not that revengeful but something like:

Friend A, dislikes it when someone talks behind his back or whispers shit about him that he can barely understand. Being uber close to him, I used this info to tick him off one time. This Friend A, destroyed my ego because of a stupid mathematical equation I formulated which turned out to be wrong. But it turns out, he didn’t get it right either when he tried it out. To return the favor, I mum something, he asked about it, I said nothing then I continued with my-talking-to-myself-about-how-stupid-his-idea-is… He shouted at me saying that I am one immature human being and that I should grow up. Actually, I am in no position to question him because he’s my boss and the mumming is really uncalled for, and yet because I wanted revenge, we both got angry with each other the whole night.

I also, as demonstrated in aforementioned scenario, have a very bad habit of having to prove my point. No matter what the scenario is, I MUST PROVE THAT I AM RIGHT. I’M RIGHT. I AM RIGHT. I sly kind a way and without arguments. I am always RIGHT. To which my partner always check me with a stinging remark of:

Ayan ka na naman umaandar na naman yang GOD COMPLEX mo.

Bad Habits feels good. You wanted to throw them into garbage but then the moment the bag touches the garbage can, I find myself asking, what is left of me when I threw this out?

Thankies

First of all, sa aking nililiyag (ano bang term yan!) na bumati sa akin ng 12:01 ng happy birthday. Love you ling.

Tapos si Half sister ng 12:03 (thank you sa chocolate MOUSE! hehehehe), na sinundan ng pinakamakulit at malupit kong kumare na tumawag pa mula sa states ng 30 minutes na inalis ang antok ko kaya nakapaglaba pa ako ng wala sa oras para makatulog at upang muling gisingin ni Bim ng alas 3:00.

Kay tita rose na nanay ng aking nililiyag na ipinaghanda pa ako sa kanila. Thanks tita, I was really moved.

Kay michelle adolfo na hindi ko na nameet dahil busy. Sorry mitch. Next time talaga.

Kay James at sa iba pang asecsoft barkada na binati ako sa email. Thank you guys. Hindi lang talaga kayo former officemates mga friends ko talaga kayo.

Kay angie, at ang kanyang malupet na signature na Anj_ganda.

Kay tita dory na naalala pa rin ako.

Kay anne at malupit niyang chinese happy birthday song.

Kay eleyn at marlon sa tatlong panty.

Kay ced, jerwin at ryan.

Kay jo at sa kanyang suggestion na manalig lang daw ako. hehehehe.

Kay mahal at sa suggestion niyang hindi ko naman kailangan. DUH? Kay Negra.

Kay Piah ulit at kay rhefee na tumawag habang lasing sila at nasa meeting ako. Nasa meeting.

Sa lahat ng mga taga Man-Blog.

Kay arjay at sa pambobola dahil birthday ko.

Sa mama ko, kay daddy at kapatid ko na tumawag pa. I love you!

Sa mga nagmessage sa akin dito sa friendster. Sa mga nagparamdam. Sa mga nakalimutang bumati.

Thank you all.

Kay toto, na nagpuyat pa para lang irecord niya ang boses niya. Paggising niya ng maaga kanina dahil kinukulit ko siya sa sulat ng isang ex niya na nakita ko sa kwarto niya. Panonood niya ng high school musical kahit ayaw niya. Pagtitiis niya sa akin. Pag-iinarte ko dahil sa mga picture ng ex niya na hinulungkat ko sa kwarto niya. Pagiinarte niya dahil nakalimutan ko yung bracelet na regalo niya sa akin. Pagmamahal niya sa akin ng walang kundisyon. Pagbabati namin bago umalis.

Thank you kay Lord dahil tumanda na naman ako.

Settling Down

I’ll be turning 26 tomorrow, at this age every conversation with your friends starts with a heartwarming greeting asking if you are already married. Sometimes, it’s more tragic that most conversation begins with them telling you that they already have a child of their own.

Do I consider myself pathetic for not being married at this age? No.

Do I consider myself being left out? Sometimes.

Do I consider myself lucky? No.

Am I a loser? Depends upon the friend I am currently talking to.

Fact of the matter is, I really don’t want to get married YET. I guess I’m scared of being trapped in an endless emotional dilemma. Getting married, for me, is not as simple as living in one roof, sharing the expenses and being impregnated in the process. I believe that one should marry if he/she chooses that it’s time to acquire more problems because life is getting boring. Hehehehehe. I keed. I mean I want get married when I feel like spending my life with a companion that I can depend on and share my dreams with and eventually loosening my connection with my parents.

One of my teachers in high school told us that one should think of marrying someone when they are (1) independent of their partner and responsible to oneself (To avoid petty quarrels) (2) financially stable (Honey, Love wouldn’t really keep you alive) (3) emotionally stable (Okay this one’s not clear but I bet it has something to do with someone not jumping off the roof of a building when his/her SO decides to cool things off).

I still hold on to that qualifications. Now, I am not against people who decides to marry someone for romantic reasons. That’s cool. What I am saying is these are my basis. So far, I haven’t achieved numbers one and two yet so I guess that’s still five years for me.

Again, if my standard for MYSELF before marrying is that complicated. Imagine my standards for having my own kid.

I haven’t come up with one yet. Because differential calculus is way more easier than that.

You see, I never had pets. Okay, I have had twice. Both of them, were flushed… inside our toilet bowl. If I can’t take care of fishes what more of human beings. I knoes…

So don’t ask my why I ain’t married yet. I simply don’t want to right now for I am not ready. Don’t ask me if I hate kids, I don’t, I just don’t like the thought of them being sick because I am one bad mother. Don’t even try to convince me… I won’t budge.

I am single. I am happy. Being happy, I guess, is what matters the most.

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 EDIT:

Single because I am not married. But darling, that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to marry you. You’re one of the many reasons why I’m happy right now.

Life in Wonderland

I have been into dreamland for the past few weeks. Wandering in the land of all things wonderful, flowery and thriving with orgasmic scent. The reason is that I am in love. Cheese is all over the floors of my brain attracting maggots that eventually turned into flies and ate my brain.

However, things dragged me back into my real world and woke up the disturbing thoughts that have been in hiatus for a while now. One of which is admitting that: Living alone sucks big hairy balls with nasty fungal infection.

I know, it’s the opposite of what I have been saying, let’s just blame it to the recent increase in my seratonin level because of my lovely and sweet beau. It dropped because we’re both too busy to entertain each other. I woke up in garbage land. As much as I want to organize my life by now, I can’t for I am still actively participating in two ghastly worlds teeming with everything you hate about living. That last sentence I can’t explain any further, perhaps, next week.

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