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since the new year is here. . .

here's a survey that I got from Ms. Ala's blog

What did you do in 2005 that you'd never done before? mag-pretend na sumasayaw (or should I say nagwawala?)sa disco sa harap ng camera (as in videocam). Sumakay ng (at magmukhang tanga dahil nga first time) MRT. Masaksihan ang epekto pag nag-strike ang mga jeep. Makipag-friends sa isang pure japanese girl na mas magaling pang mag-tagalog sa’ken. Sumulat ng isang eksena na screenplay type. Mag-blog ng seryoso. Gumawa ng tula ng seryoso. Magpakulot (syempre ng buhok). Mag-contact lens. Umupo sa hagdanan sa may pinto ng bus dahil puno na at desperado na kong makasakay. Magka-crush sa isang babae dahil magaling siyang magsulat at mag-piktyur-piktyur. Umalis ng bahay ng naka-shorts (as in shorts).

Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I did not (as always). But I did make an UN-new year’s day resolution. And yeah, i can make one anytime! (hehe)

Did anyone close to you give birth? May. She’s the same age as me.

Did anyone close to you die? Fortunately, none.

What would you like to have in 2006 that you lacked in 2005? Unbeatable confidence.

What date from 2005 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? Well, I’m not really good in remembering dates. Pero siguro April 8 (tama ba? O kita mo na sabi ko i’m not good in dates eh). Basta it’s Joie’s debut in a resort somewhere in Binan. Memorable siya kase yun yung last time na nakita ko ulit at nakausap si Reina, Yas at Wendy.

What was your biggest achievement of the year? Getting to know myself better. As in in a deeper level. At syempre, being happy with myself.

What was your biggest failure? Not being able to appreciate life for the longest time.

Did you suffer illness or injury? Yung nagkasugat ako sa cornea at syempre the ultimate trangkaso.

What was the best thing you bought? My glittered bohemian bag! Whose behavior merited celebration? My dearest Bambina. She’s always been tough even without us to back her up. Where did most of your money go? Pamasahe. T_T What did you get really, really, really excited about? Matuto ng photography (!!!). What song(s) will always remind you of 2005? You’re Beautiful by: (sino nga ba?) Black Balloon by: Goo Goo Dolls (although luma na siya)

Compared to this time last year, are you: i. happier or sadder? – mature enough to just keep quiet and contemplate first before answering. ii. thinner or fatter? – Fatter (di naman talaga. Feeling ko lang) iii. richer or poorer? -- Richer.

What do you wish you'd done more? writing more Tagalog poems. Bonding with friends. What do you wish you'd done less of? Feeling sorry for myself. Being too much sentimental. What was your favorite TV program? Going Bulilits. Da best. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year? my lovesick psyche.

What was the best book you read? Trip to Quiapo by Ricky Lee. At obviously isa siyang scriptwriting manual.

What was your greatest musical discovery? Robbie Williams. Michael Buble. Enya. Orange and Lemons. Lifehouse. Black Eyed Peas.

What did you want and get? A photography course. The opportunity (?) to ride a tricycle, a bus, a train and a jeepney EVERYDAY. A writing course. More independent (and stressful life). A curly hair.

What was your favorite film of this year? Crash. Although pirata version.

What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? I turned 18 this year. I just invited my friends and relatives to come over to our house. Konting chibog. Alak. Kodakan. Kwentuhan at tawanan. Regalo at magagandang wrapper. At syempre magdamagang kantahan sa the ultimate videoke.

What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? More kwentuhan sa magdamag. (ngek pang-porno ang dating)

What kept you sane? Writing. Praying. Family. Friends. (esp. HS friends and a few TRUE college friends)

Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? Kelly Clarkson. I just love her songs and her music videos. = b What political issue stirred you the most? Ang hirap namang mamili!

Who did you miss? HS friends. UPLB friends (esp. dorm mates and lalo na my room mate). Si papa___tutut. (wehehehe)

Who was the best new person you met? Si Peter (unang friend ko at super classmate sa DIliman). Mam Iris (prof ko sa broadcomm 100). Si Love (yung nakatabi ko sa pila ng bayaran nung enrolment). Mam Shirley (ang buntis na sub-prof sa comm 100). Mam Libay (prof ko sa dalawang film subjects).

Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2005: 1. Only you, yourself can tell what makes you really happy. 2. Nakikinig ang universe sa anumang binubulong ng puso mo at tutulungan ka niyang magkatotoo kung anumang pinaniniwalaan mo (sabi ni Mam Libay sa’ken nung first day of classes sa scriptwriting). 3. Laugh and the whole world laughs at you, cry and you cry alone 4. Someday you will see, you’ll also be invincible (Erik, ikaw ang nagsabi niyan saken dati, remember?). 5. You don’t need many friends, only those who will stay true to you.

What was the nicest thing someone told you about yourself:

Big potential ha. (remember?) Ako daw yun. May big potential sa pagsusulat sabi ng prof ko sa scriptwriting. (flattered naman ang lola mo)

Isn’t she something? (guess who said this.)

Sana kung ikaw lang ang ang kasama ko eh di sana. . .

Siya pa rin talaga (ako pa rin daw...ang?..secret... = b)

the most touching experience you've had this year? Kahapon lang. Walang kamatayang kwentuhan at kainan ng junk foods at home-made spaghetti sa bahay nila Joie. Ako, siy at si Armel. From 3 pm – 12 midnight. One of the best (and one of the deepest and most honest) kwentuhan session I’ve ever had. = )

What did you like most about yourself this year? My unbeatable surviving abilities (?!) amidst the cold solitude (yuck. pweh!).

What did you hate most about yourself this year? Self-doubt.

Quote a song lyric that sums up your year: And there’s no time left for losing, when you stand they fall (...yeah). Black Balloon by Goo Goo Dolls.

Was 2005 a good year for you? ABSOLUTELY (despite of it all).

What was your favorite moment of the year? The ever satisying kwentuhan (+ inuman kung minsan) sessions with friends. Siesta time sa kwarto ng napakagwapo kong baby na utol. Hugs and kisses session every morning with DJ also, my baby bro. Solitary shopping window shopping at Glorietta.

What was your least favorite moment of the year? Depression mode. Senti mode. Butas-bulsa mode.

Where were you when 2005 began? Sa terrace ng bahay namen (sa san pedro, laguna). Lumuluwa ang mata sa mga fireworks ng kapibtbahay at nabibingi sa tugtog ng Incubus.

Who were you with? My family.

Where will you be when 2005 ends? At home din. malamang magkakastiff-neck na naman sa pagtingala sa mga fireworks.

Who will you be with when 2005 ends? Family den.

Do you have a new year’s resolution for 2006? YES. Share ko na lang sa susunod.

What was your favorite month of 2005? April (syempre bakasyon at debut galore), September, December

Did you miss anybody in the past year? Yes. Marami sila.

What was your favorite record from 2005? Monkey Business – B.E.P Strike Whilst the Iron is Hot – O & L

How many concerts did you see in 2005? kasama ba yung konsert-konsert-an? Did you drink a lot of alchohol in 2005? Ugh. Mga 5 times lang.

do a lot of drugs in 2005? only those prescribed by the doctor (uy safe! hehe)

you do anything you are ashamed of this year? Marame!!!

How much money did you spend in 2005? I don’t want to know. Depressing yan para sa nanay at tatay ko.

What was your proudest moment of 2005? Nung maka-flat ONE ako sa first ever script kong isinulat.

What was your most embarrassing moment of 2005? Habulin ang pareho kong tsinelas sa kalsada na naanod ng baha. Which means naka-yapak ako all the way habang pinapanood ako ng mga taong hindi man lang ako magawang tulungan dahil natutuwa sila saken.

If you could go back in time to any moment of 2005 and change something, what would it be? I would want to force my self to the fullest of my abilities. Itodo lahaaat.

What are your plans for 2006? Mag-ipon para sa thesis ko. Ayusin ang mga relationships ko. Maging totoong palaban sa lahat ng bagay (basta nasa lugar). Maging chancellor’s (or Dean’s) lister. At marami pang iba...

How are you different now that the year has ended? I’m happier with my self.

What are your wishes for the new year? I wish I could give more love to everything/everybody.





Image hosted by Photobucket.com Tuesday, December 27, 2005

sabi daw ng kamay ko.

Handwriting Analysis You like to be surrounded by four solid walls. You are a shy, idealistic person who does not find it easy to have relationships, especially intimate ones. You are diplomatic, objective, and live in the present. You are a talkative person, maybe even a busybody! You enjoy life in your own way and do not depend on the opinions of others. (well,oo nga. ako nga yata yan.) btw, napulot ko to sa site ni NINA. = )




Image hosted by Photobucket.com Monday, December 26, 2005

spa ces.

one missed call. that's all you can give me. just a few seconds of exercise for your idle fingers. that's all you can do to let me know that you're still there. just there after two years of hopeless hopes. only on the other line. it's true, you are never too far. only radiowaves and a few peso load separate us. nothing much, really. the truth is, you're even closer to me now than before when you were still sitting next to me.
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yeah, you're just on the other line. I can make you mine if I want to. but hell, even just the thought of saying your name again after 5 years paralyzes me so well.




hey you! may you have a sizzling (?) Christmas (alam ko late na ng isang araw, pero..) and a rocking new year ahead of you!!!




Image hosted by Photobucket.com Friday, December 23, 2005

hindi libre ang mangarap kaya may isang batang nagmumukmok.

Nako. Malapit na nga ang pasko. Hindi na papipigil. Kanina nga lang sinama ako ni mama na “mag-shopping” sa festival. Nagpapapalit lang siya ng 100 dollars. Nakabili naman kame ng 4 na t-shirt. Para sa dalawa kong utol, sa kanya at saken. P800 worth ng gift cheque ang gamit namin. Actually, regalo yun ng kaibigan ni nanay (lola ko) kay DJ (bunso kong kapatid). Pero dahil bulinggit pa nga yung kapatid ko (3 yrs old) wala namang damit na mabibili para sa kanya since sa RRJ yung gift cheque.

Medyo siksikan din kasi syempre sale. Kanya-kanyang halungkat sa mga tumpok-tumpok na damit na iisa lang naman ang size. Ang jojologs pa ng design. Maswerte ka na kung may magustuhan ka.

Pinilit lang ako ni mama na pumili ng t-shirt para sa sarili ko. Sayang naman daw kasi yung cheke. Wala talaga kong nagustuhan pero pumili na rin ako. Pampadagdag din yun sa mga damit ko.

Tinanong ako ni mama “ano bang bibilin mo?”

As usual nung una sabi ko “wala”

Tapos nung sumunod, sabi ko na “yung pantalong sinabi ko sayo. Yung gusto ko”

Ang tinutukoy ko eh yung di-taling pantalon na maganda ang tela na nakita ko sa tiangge sa UP Diliman. Yon. Ganon yung gusto ko. Sabi niya may nakita na rin daw siyang ganun sa mall.

Eh di hanap naman kame. Ginalugad namin lahat ng tindahan. May nakita kami pero malalaki yung size tapos isang size lang kase sabi nung tindera di-garter naman daw. Malas ko lang kasi seksi ako (hehe) kaya maluwag saken lahat. Kung hindi naman maluwag eh baduy naman (sa tingin ko) dahil may mga sulat ng intsik at kung anu2 pa. Eh ayoko nun. Yung iba naman pangit yung tela. It’s either manipis o magaspang o matigas. Wala nung tulad ng nakita ko. Wala nung tulad ng gusto ko.

Tapos nun naghanap ulit ako. Sabi ni mama puntahan ko na lang daw siya dun sa household section. Eh di naghanap naman ako kahit na alam kong hopeless na talaga. At pag punta ko sa kanya nakasimangot na ko.

Sabi niya “oh ano, wala?”

Umiling lang ako.

“kawawa ka naman.”

“dapat kasi binili mo na yung nakita mo. Dapat humingi ka na ng pera”

Tapos tuloy na ulit ang pamimili niya ng mga regalo para sa kung sino-sino.

Ano? Paano naman ako hihingi ng pera eh walang araw na dumaan na hindi nila sinabi na wala kaming pera? Hindi na nga ako nakapunta sa Oblation run at Lantern Parade kasi wala na kong baon. Sabi kasi nila wala ngang pera kaya hindi ko na sinubukang manghingi ng pera. Hindi ko naman kasi kaya yung ginagawa ng utol ko na hingi ng hingi ng pera kahit na halatang halata na niya na wala ngang pera. Ni pamasahe nga sa tricycle hindi ako makahingi, pambili pa kaya ng pantalon?

Kung iisipin nyo, pantalon lang yun. Oo pantalon lang yon. Pantalon lang yon pero nagkakaganito na ko. Pero hinde, higit pa yun sa inaakala nyo. Minsan ko lang makuha kung ano ang talagang gusto ko. As in minsan lang. Bihira. At minsan lang ako makatagpo ng bagay (o tao) na talagang gusto ko kaya masakit saken pag hindi ko nakukuha yon. Kasi hindi naman ako palaging humihiling. Minsan lang talaga. Minsan lang ako humiling ng para sa sarili ko.

Wala naman akong sinisisi dahil sa wala kaming pera. Mahirap lang talaga ang buhay at lalo pang humirap dahil natigil sa pagtatrabaho si papa. Na-cancel yung kontrata nila sa Canada kaya biglang uwi siya dito. At saka ibibili naman talaga ako kung nakita ko lang yung gusto ko. O kaya naman, mabibili ko naman talaga yung gusto ko nung unang beses na makita ko un sa tiangge sa UPD kung may pera lang sana ako nung araw na yun. Kaso nga ni pambili ng iced tea na tiglilimang piso eh wala ako eh. Poverty talaga.

Masyado lang talaga kong nabo-broken-hearted kapag dumadating yung mga pagkakataong tulad nito. Gusto kong mainis pero wala naman akong masisi. Wala akong maaway. Kasi gaya nga ng sinabi ko, minsan lang ako makakita ng bagay o taong gustung-gusto ko – tapos madalas, hindi pa napapasaken. Minsan na nga lang ako humiling. Hindi naman ako madamot. Tsaka alam ko namang deserve ko kung anumang hinihiling ko. Pero bakit ganon?

Tama ka Michael. Hindi nga libre ang mangarap.





Image hosted by Photobucket.com Thursday, December 22, 2005

The Household Virgin.

Ooops! Hindi na masyado! Hehehe.

I know most of you will laugh at me if I say that it is my first time to wash my clothes. Pero yun nga nga, no matter how embarrassing it is, it is my first time to wash my clothes (pero kasama na rin dun yung mga punda at bedsheet ^_^). Although I was only able to do the entire task with the help of the super reliable washing machine, still it was one shot of an accomplishment for me.

My parents never obliged us to do household stuffs until now that we are old enough to do so. I can still remember how my mom told tatay (ung tatay niya which means lolo ko) “eh trabaho ko yun eh” once when they were having a heated argument about us (kaming magkakapatid) not helping in the house at all. The truth is if my parents weren’t able to buy a new washing machine (the old one was wiped out by the floods a few years ago) for sure they wouldn’t let me wash even just my own clothes.

I must admit, I didn’t like doing household chores before (I repeat: before). I could go gaga over other things like carpentry (hindi naman talaga pero mas gusto ko pa to dati kesa magwalis o magpunas ng mga kabinet), running errands, loads of home works but never over washing the clothes or scrubbing the floor. But as I grew old, I began to realize the essence of being able to really rule the house. I mean, time doesn’t move any slower and I’m not getting any younger. Sooner or later, I will have to leave home and start a life by myself. In just a few years or more, I know (I hope) I’ll also be settling down and start having my own happy family. Of course, I wouldn’t want my kids to vomit to death just because their stomachs have gone crazy over fast food craps. I also cannot take to live in a rotten house, full of roaches, ants and monstrous mice (yak yak yak!).

But seriously speaking, I feel so ashamed of myself. Like hello? I’m already living in this planet for almost 19 years and yet I can’t still even enumerate the steps in cooking sinigang na baboy (!!!). I mean, yes I hate it. I hate myself for being this ignorant and useless. I really hate to say this but I somehow blame my parents for this horrible becoming in my life. If they only taught us (damay na pati mga utol ko) how to be independent at home, if they only taught us to be responsible inside the house, then maybe we would be better persons now. Maybe we wouldn’t look like terrible sloths who don’t know anything but to sit in the couch, watch T.V for years and eat eat eat. Maybe mama wouldn’t be that burdened for so many years.

However, looking on the bright side at least I’ve finally started stepping a bit further. Since I already know how to wash my clothes (or should I say, how to operate the washing machine), I think I will now then proceed to the next task which is – how to cook perfect (as in perfect ha?) meals. Then after that would be how to iron clothes, how to clean the bathroom, how to bathe the doggies, how to decorate the garden and so on. When I am this serious, I know it wouldn’t be long ‘til I cannot finally call myself - A Household Virgin.

(shocks Lord, tulungan mo po ko...)





buntung-hininga muna.

Minsan pag pinagmamasdan ko si mama habang tuliro siya sa dami ng gagawin sa bahay o kaya habang naninigarilyo siya sa garahe gusto ko siyang tanungin kung masaya ba talaga siya.

Alam ko, hindi biro ang buhay na pinagdaanan – at pinagdadaanan niya. Hindi siya nakatapos ng college dahil nabuntis na siya (at ako yon). Napilitan siyang pasukin ang kahit anong trabahong kaya niya. Napilitan siyang pasukin ang buhay na hindi pa niya napaghahandaan. Alam ko, napakalaki rin ng hirap niya sa pagpapanatiling matibay ng relasyon nila ni papa. Halos araw-araw noon kung mag-beerhouse yon. Madalas silang mag-away. Minsan nga lumayas pa si mama at umuwi muna sa nanay niya. Iniwan niya kami sa bahay kasama si papa. Mga ilang araw din kaming nagtiis ng mas bata kong kapatid na lalake sa pritong itlog at tuyo pati sa tutong na kanin. At dahil ako ang panganay at unica iha, madalas na utusan ako ni mama na ako na lang ang mag-sermon kay papa dahil saken lang daw yun makikinig. Ginagawa ko naman syempre at tuwing ginagawa ko yun, palagi siyang umiiyak.

Nakita ko kung paano rin magbago ang itsura ni mama. Kung paanong unti-unting nalagas ang mga ngipin niya, kung paano siya napilitang ipagupit ang dati niyang mahaba at kulot na buhok, kung paano mabahiran ng napakapangit na peklat ang biniyak niyang tiyan (caesarean kase), kung paano unti-unting mabalutan ng varicose veins ang dati niyang flawless na mga binti at kung paano unti-unting napalitan ng mga bilbil ang dating maliit niyang beywang. Nakita ko kung paano na unti-unting nawala sa uso ang mga sinusuot niya. Kung paano unti-unting inamag ang make-up niya.

Dumaan ang maraming taon na kami na ang buhay niya. Sa amin na umiikot ang mundo niya. Hindi ko naman talaga alam kung ano ang mga pangarap niya sa buhay pero siguro marami doon ang hindi na niya natupad dahil sa amin. Palagi ko tuloy iniisip kung masaya ba talaga siya sa kinahantungan ng buhay niya. Isang housewife na naga-abroad ang asawa at minsan lang sa isang taon niya makasama, may apat na anak na ngayon eh ang tatlo doon eh mas madalas pang wala sa bahay. Hindi naman sa sinasabi kong imposibleng maging masaya ang isang babae sa pagiging asawa at ina. Naiisip ko lang kase na marami pa siyang gustong gawin sa buhay niya na hindi na niya nagawa dahil nga sa responsibilidad niya sa pamilya niya.

Sa loob ng maraming taon, walis, mop, sabon, basahan ang kaharap niya sa araw-araw. Maglinis ng bahay, magluto, maglaba, mamomrebla sa budget, magsermon sa mga anak niyang hindi marunong makinig, mag-alala sa mga anak niyang hindi nagpapaalam kung saan pupunta at ginagabi ng uwi, mag-alaga sa mga anak niya tuwing may sakit ang mga ito ang palagi niyang ginagawa. Marami sana siyang issues sa sarili niya pero kinakalimutan na lang niya ang mga iyon dahil pa rin sa mga anak niya, sa asawa niya. Tanging social life na lang niya ang makausap sa telepono ang bestfriend niyang taga-Antipolo pa. Masaya na siya kung minsan eh magkasabay-sabay kaming mag-hapunan. Pinakamasaya pa kung sabay-sabay kaming makapanood ng tv pagkatapos kumain.

Palagi ko tuloy naiisip kung hindi ba siya nagsasawa sa takbo ng buhay niya. Masaya kaya talaga siya? Masayahin kasi siya talagang tao kaya mahirap masabi. Palagi siyang nagbibiro, tumatawa, nagkukuwento, kumakanta, sumasayaw. Kaya minsan kapag hindi siya hyper, o kaya pag nakaupo lang siya sa isang tabi naiisip ko kung masaya ba talaga siya. Alam ko napapagod na rin siya.

Ngayon nga inaasikaso niya yung mga requirements para sa pag-aabroad niya kasama ng bestfriend niya. Magke-care-giver daw sila sa U.K. Kailangan daw niyang gawin yun para makaipon.Noong una yokong pumayag (kahit na wala naman talaga akong magagawa). Hindi kasi ako sanay kapag wala siya. Patay ang bahay kapag wala siya. At saka siya at si DJ (yung bunso kong kapatid) lang ang nakakapag-pa-excite sakeng umuwi agad araw-araw. Madali ko siyang mamiss. Hindi ako palagay kapag wala siya kaya ayoko sana siyang umalis.

Pero napag-isip-isip ko rin na dapat na kong pumayag. Na hindi tama na pigilan ko siya. Sa loob ng mahabang panahon, ngayon lang dumating yung pagkakataon na para lang sa kanya. Pupunta siya sa UK para magtrabaho. Para kumita ng perang pinagpaguran niya. Para gastahin ang perang sa kanya lang talaga. Gusto talaga niyang umalis hindi lang dahil sa pera. Alam kong may higit pa siyang dahilan. Gusto niyang umalis dahil gusto niyang makapag-isa. Ma-enjoy ang sarili niya. Mapasaya naman ang sarili niya. Alam ko matagal na niyang gustong gawin to pero hindi niya magawa dahil samin ng mga kapatid ko. Pero ngayong malalaki na kami, ngayon lang niya magagawa.

Ang totoo marami siyang pangarap. Gusto niya ngang mag-aral ulit eh. At ang totoo, marami siyang kayang gawin. Matalino siya, Maabilidad. Pero dahil kaming pamilya niya ang pinriority niya, kinalimutan muna niya ang iba sa mga pangarap niya.

At ang totoo marami akong pangarap para sa kanya, sa kanilang dalawa ni papa. Pag nakatapos na ako at nakapagtrabaho na, papag-aralin ko siya. Kahit ano’ng gusto niya. Gagawin ko talaga siyang reyna. Ipapag-shopping ko siya. Bibilhan ko siya ng magandang-magandang cellphone (kase ba naman lahat kami colored ang cellphone tapos siya 3310). Ipapasyal ko siya sa lahat ng mga lugar na gusto niyang puntahan. Tutuparin ko yung pangarap niya na maging foster parent tuwing pasko. Bibigyan ko siya ng pera para maging Santa Claus na siya ulet. Bibilhan ko siya ng maraming-maraming cake at chocolate (pareho naming favorite). Bibihan ko siya ng maraming bags at sapatos (pareho ulet naming favorite). Bibilhan ko siya ng the ultimate magic sing (tenen!) para pwede na siyang mag-concert anytime. Ipagtatayo ko sila ng business ni papa para pag tanda nila na makapagkukuhanan pa rin sila ng income at saka para may pagkakaabalahan pa rin sila. At syempre higit sa lahat, kahit na ano pang mangyari saken, kahit magkaroon na ko ng sarili kong pamilya o hinde , hindi ko sila pababayaan. Aalagaan ko sila.

Pero ngayon, habang nababagabag pa rin ako kung masaya nga ba talaga si mama, sa tingin ko gagawin ko na lang lahat para maging mabuting anak at kaibigan sa kanya para kahit paano mapasaya ko nga siya at mapasalamatan din.





Image hosted by Photobucket.com Wednesday, December 21, 2005

1-2-3 emote!!!

haynako. nag-eemote kame sa pic. hahaha. I just want the entire blogsphere to meet one of bestest best friends - (tentenenen!) Michael. Well, let's just say na nag-sesenti ako. Nagsesenti talaga ko. How can't I eh may hang-over pa ko ng "party" nameng dalawa kagabi? Haynako tuwing kasama ko 'tong kumag na 'to eh feeling ko nasa neverneverland ako (thanks pareng erik for reminding me of that place). Never kaming naubusan ng mapag-uusapan at ng mapag-tatawanan! hehehe. Kagabi lang eh kung san-san na napunta ang usapan namen. From King Kong, to mga kabaduyan in HS, past love lives, sexual stuffs (!!!), films, Truth and Reality (?), mga pangarap sa buhay (yung plano naming gumawa ng documentary, magtayo ng art gallery, at maging artist at mukhang artist forever), yung tungkol dun sa hindi niya pagsali sa dance org dahil ayaw niyang maghubad,yung mga munting bagay na natututunan namen, kung gaano ko kasama (?!), yung mga kabaliwang gusto kong gawin, yung mga ka-cheap-ang gusto naming gawin (???) at maraming-maraming-marami pang iba. Naalala ko tuloy yung sinabi niya : Sa college mo lang malalaman yung worth ng barkada. Tama nga. Ngayon, obviously kanya-kanya na kami ng buhay. Madalang ng magkasama. May kanya-kanya na ring set of friends sa kung saan. Pero totoo nga, yung mga matuturing mong true friends ay yung mga taong kahit hindi mo nakikita,nakakasama o nakakausap eh hindi pa rin nagbabago at naniniwala pa rin sa friendship nyo. Yung mga taong hindi talaga umaalis. Hindi talaga bumibitaw. Marami na kaming napagdaanan nitong kumag na 'to. First year HS nung nagkakilala kame pero mas malalim pa yung friendship namen kesa dun sa mga mas matagal ko ng mga kaibigan. Ang nakakatuwa pa, kapag magkasama kame (at ganundin yung iba ko pang mga best friends) eh parang walang nag-eexist na problema sa mundo. Parang wala kaming konsepto ng oras. Parang hindi kami mamamatay. Feeling ko kaya kong gawin kahit ano at magiging maayos pa rin ang lahat. Sa tingin ko malalaman mo na talagang true friends mo yung kasama mo kapag nagiging mas mabuting tao ka. Kapag tinutulungan ka nilang maabot yung mga pangarap mo at suportahan ka to death basta alam nilang makakabuti yon para sa'yo. Mga totoong kaibigan lang din ang kayang ipahanap sayo ang mga sagot na matagal mo ng hinahanap na hindi mo alam eh nasa sarili mo lang din pala. Ngayon, sa dami ng taong nakakasalamuha ko araw-araw, sa dami ng mga mukhang hindi ko sigurado kung nagpapakita ba talaga ng tunay nilang anyo, sa dami ng aninong umaali-aligid sa'kin sobrang masaya ako at grateful sa pagkakaroon ng mga kaibigang meron ako ngayon. Mahal ko ang tropang wheew. Whoooo!!!Amen. At sobrang gusto ko lang ding mag-thank you sa'yo Mike (though alam kong hindi mo binibisita tong blog ko) dahil hindi ka bumibitaw. Thank you sa lahat - lahaaaat. Thank you sa pagdalaw-dalaw mo saken paminsan-minsan sa bahay. Sa mga kwentuhan habang umiinom at kumakain ng..?). Sa mga thoughts mo na kahit gaano ka-private eh shine-share mo saken. Thank you sa pagiging honest saken palage. Sa kung gaano ko kasama (?), sa pagtatanong kung bisexual ba ko, sa pagsasabing naaalala mo ko pag nakikita mo si rachelle ann go, sa pagsasabi na nerd ako at higit sa lahat sa pagsasabing maganda nga ako pero wala naman akong boyfriend. Wala ng a-honest pa sayo. (pero i love the Maganda part ha.hehe). Kaya sobrang thank you. Salamat. Salamat. Ayalbyu poreber!!!




Image hosted by Photobucket.com Sunday, December 18, 2005

ay nagugulohan akech!

paano kung hindi ka sigurado dun sa gagawin mo o dun sa papasukin mo pero "kailangan" mo siyang gawin? ano'ng gagawin mo?




randomly.

Regrets before the break.

01. I wasn’t able to witness the Oblation RUn in UPD. ASAAARRRRR!!! First time ko pa naman dapat yun sa Diliman. Ang saya-saya pa naman napanood ko sa TV Patrol.

02. I didn’t get to buy even just a single piece of cute stuff in the Christmas Tiangge in school just around the oval (!!!). ASAAAAARRRR din!!! Dead na dead pa naman ako dun sa colorful earrings na nakita ko! ARGH. I promise I will buy my own pair of colorful danglings the next time I go to...kahit saang meron!

03. My plans of hanging out with my film friends didn’t work out. We all got so busy with our own agendas that we didn’t notice the coming of the Christmas break. Maybe next time. T_T

segway lang: hindi na ko tumuloy sa induction ng CAST (cinema arts society). yung org na sana sasalihan ko. na actually, last sem ko pa sinalihan...ewan ko. nagkaproblema kase ng konte. magulo eh. tapos ayon the night before nung induction nagdecide ako na hindi na lang talaga ko sasali. una, ang layo - sa antipolo pa with the bulubundukin chenes and all. pangalawa, wala akong pera - dahil syempre magastos yon. sagot pa naming mga applicants yung chibog ng lahaaaaaat ng kasama. pangatlo, hindi ako pwedeng mag-overnight. pang-apat, imposibleng makarating ako sa call time na 6 am sa katipunan. panglima, ayoko na lang talaga. medyo sad nga lang kase tumuloy yung mga friendships ko tapos ako hinde. pero no regrets naman ako.

The Frustrated Party-Planner.

This is it mga pare! Bakasyon na naman!!!

Well, obviously I’ve been waiting for this time to arrive. You see, I’ve lots of plans for this break and one of those is the supposed-to-be Christmas-Party of our barkada – HS barkada to be specific. Unfortunately, the plan for the party isn’t going too well. The truth is nothing’s really being really planned (!!!). Here I go again, making plans for our get together. Setting dates, finding all sorts of ways to communicate with them, flooding the bulletin board in Friendster, hoping (and praying) to spot even just one of them in YM and just wishing and wishing that the plan goes well.

Just the other night, I talked to Cha on the phone. She asked me about the plan and all that stuff. Well what can I say? “Cha, wala namang nangyayari eh. Baka hindi na matuloy. Wala namang nagrereply sa kanila eh kahit isa.” And that’s the truth. Painful. Really.

“Hay naku nakakainis na talaga sila. Ayan na naman.“ I imagined her making that crumpled face again.

She’s right. Here we go again. Here I go again. Making plans for everything. Exerting efforts for everything. Giving my time for everything. But then again as usual, none of them cooperates. None of them appreciates what I do (!!!). The worst of all is that nobody except for Mike and Cha ever bothers to ask me about that fucking party. Oh, I almost forgot! I almost forgot that this isn’t the first time that this thing happened. This usually happens (!!!). (Cha remember nung sem break? Nag-quote-unquote party tayo. Hello anim lang tayo non.)

Yeah, I’m somehow tired of doing this. Of course, I can understand if they’re busy or what. But I just don’t know why they’re not even lifting a finger just to maybe send me an SMS or give me a message in Friendster or in YM. Pwede rin namang ipasabi na lang nila sa iba kung hindi talaga nila keri.

All I want is for us to gather at least whenever we are free to do so just like on vacations such as this. That’s all. I only want to be with them. To hear their stories about their daily lives, love lives, whatev. I just want us to be together. Can’t they feel that, too?

Spell BREAK. Spell EXCITEMENT.

(anyway, I still have lots of reasons to enjoy the break)

Yikes! I feel so excited!!! Hehehe. It’s because I’ve already started working on my full-length script for my screenplay writing class. Just yesterday, I did some research about the lead characters I am planning to put into my story. And thank God, I was able to somehow tickle my creativity and I found some interesting ideas to spice up not just my characters but the story as well. Although I’m still undergoing so much stress on creating the whole story, at least I’ve already found a good corner to start with. And oh, my photo essay in my other class is getting into my creative nerves, too. It makes me feel more excited. Awww, I can’t wait to go and get working!

Since it’s Christmas. . .

I’ll do what everyone else is allowed to do. I am wishing my heart out!!! (konti lang naman eh) So if any of you wants to be my Santa baby this year... please please keep an eye on the following (hehe):

1. (manual) Single Lens Reflex camera (better known as SLR). Yey. I got this one! Although it’s somewhat old (spell Ancient) already, I still appreciate it and I super thank my Tita Dolly (I know it means so much to her) for letting me have it.

2. My own camcorder (kahit ano na!). Ugh. I know this one would be close to impossible – for now (I hope). But still I am very hopeful that Papa can afford to buy me one because I really need it for my school projects considering my course.

3. Digital SLR. Papa promised me he will buy me one kaya...basta! (cross fingers)

4. Scrapbook stuffs. Oh! I’m so dying to start scrap booking!!!

5. That real-colorful-and-cool knitted bag. I wish nanay wouldn’t forget about me when he arrives to Baguio...

6. a new pair of snickers. oh please! yung sapatos ko grabe, narealize ko na butas na pala nung last ko siyang isinuot nung minsang umuulan. nag-flood to death ang paa ko. actually, may isa pa kong sapatos pero ayoko nun - red and white kase. ayoko ng pulaaah! swear! eh si mama kase ang pumili non at peborit niya ang pulah kaya yon. kahit skechers pa siya never ko siyang sinuot - at isusuot.

7. my vampire romeo. hehehe.

How about you guys, care to share me your wish list? (Not that I can grant any of those. =b hehe)





Image hosted by Photobucket.com Wednesday, December 14, 2005

enlighten yourselves.

Do you know someone who needs hours alone every day? Who loves quiet conversations about feelings or ideas, and can give a dynamite presentation to a big audience, but seems awkward in groups and maladroit at small talk? Who has to be dragged to parties and then needs the rest of the day to recuperate? Who growls or scowls or grunts or winces when accosted with pleasantries by people who are just trying to be nice?

If so, do you tell this person he is "too serious," or ask if he is okay? Regard him as aloof, arrogant, and rude? Redouble your efforts to draw him out?

If you answered yes to these questions, chances are that you have an introvert on your hands—and that you aren't caring for him properly. Science has learned a good deal in recent years about the habits and requirements of introverts. It has even learned, by means of brain scans that introvert process information differently from other people (I am not making this up). If you are behind the curve on this important matter, be reassured that you are not alone. Introverts may be common, but they are also among the most misunderstood and aggrieved groups in America, possibly the world.

What is introversion?

In its modern sense, the concept goes back to the 1920s and the psychologist Carl Jung. Today it is a mainstay of personality tests, including the widely used Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. Introverts are not necessarily shy. Shy people are anxious or frightened or self-excoriating in social settings; introverts generally are not. Introverts are also not misanthropic, though some of us do go along with Sartre as far as to say "Hell is other people at breakfast." Rather, introverts are people who find other people tiring.

Extroverts are energized by people, and wilt or fade when alone. They often seem bored by themselves, in both senses of the expression. Leave an extrovert alone for two minutes and he will reach for his cell phone. In contrast, after an hour or two of being socially "on," we introverts need to turn off and recharge. My own formula is roughly two hours alone for every hour of socializing. This isn't antisocial. It isn't a sign of depression. It does not call for medication. For introverts, to be alone with our thoughts is as restorative as sleeping, as nourishing as eating. Our motto: "I'm okay, you're okay—in small doses."

How many people are introverts?

I performed exhaustive research on this question, in the form of a quick Google search. The answer: About 25 percent. Or: Just under half. Or—my favorite—"a minority in the regular population but a majority in the gifted population."

Are introverts misunderstood?

Wildly. That, it appears, is our lot in life. "It is very difficult for an extrovert to understand an introvert," write the education experts Jill D. Burruss and Lisa Kaenzig. (They are also the source of the quotation in the previous paragraph.) Extroverts are easy for introverts to understand, because extroverts spend so much of their time working out who they are in voluble, and frequently inescapable, interaction with other people. They are as inscrutable as puppy dogs. But the street does not run both ways. Extroverts have little or no grasp of introversion. They assume that company, especially their own, is always welcome. They cannot imagine why someone would need to be alone; indeed, they often take umbrage at the suggestion. As often as I have tried to explain the matter to extroverts, I have never sensed that any of them really understood. They listen for a moment and then go back to barking and yipping.

Are introverts oppressed?

I would have to say so. For one thing, extroverts are overrepresented in politics, a profession in which only the garrulous are really comfortable. Look at George W. Bush. Look at Bill Clinton. They seem to come fully to life only around other people. To think of the few introverts who did rise to the top in politics—Calvin Coolidge, Richard Nixon—is merely to drive home the point. With the possible exception of Ronald Reagan, whose fabled aloofness and privateness were probably signs of a deep introverted streak (many actors, I've read, are introverts, and many introverts, when socializing, feel like actors), introverts are not considered "naturals" in politics.

Extroverts therefore dominate public life. This is a pity. If we introverts ran the world, it would no doubt be a calmer, saner, more peaceful sort of place. As Coolidge is supposed to have said, "Don't you know that four fifths of all our troubles in this life would disappear if we would just sit down and keep still?" (He is also supposed to have said, "If you don't say anything, you won't be called on to repeat it." The only thing a true introvert dislikes more than talking about himself is repeating himself.)

With their endless appetite for talk and attention, extroverts also dominate social life, so they tend to set expectations. In our extrovertist society, being outgoing is considered normal and therefore desirable, a mark of happiness, confidence, leadership. Extroverts are seen as bighearted, vibrant, warm, empathic. "People person" is a compliment. Introverts are described with words like "guarded," "loner," "reserved," "taciturn," "self-contained," "private"—narrow, ungenerous words, words that suggest emotional parsimony and smallness of personality. Female introverts, I suspect, must suffer especially. In certain circles, particularly in the Midwest, a man can still sometimes get away with being what they used to call a strong and silent type; introverted women, lacking that alternative, are even more likely than men to be perceived as timid, withdrawn, haughty.

Are introverts arrogant?

Hardly. I suppose this common misconception has to do with our being more intelligent, more reflective, more independent, more level-headed, more refined, and more sensitive than extroverts. Also, it is probably due to our lack of small talk, a lack that extroverts often mistake for disdain. We tend to think before talking, whereas extroverts tend to think by talking, which is why their meetings never last less than six hours. "Introverts," writes a perceptive fellow named Thomas P. Crouser, in an online review of a recent book called Why Should Extroverts Make All the Money? (I'm not making that up, either), "are driven to distraction by the semi-internal dialogue extroverts tend to conduct. Introverts don't outwardly complain, instead roll their eyes and silently curse the darkness." Just so.

The worst of it is that extroverts have no idea of the torment they put us through.

Sometimes, as we gasp for air amid the fog of their 98-percent-content-free talk, we wonder if extroverts even bother to listen to themselves. Still, we endure stoically, because the etiquette books—written, no doubt, by extroverts—regard declining to banter as rude and gaps in conversation as awkward. We can only dream that someday, when our condition is more widely understood, when perhaps an Introverts' Rights movement has blossomed and borne fruit, it will not be impolite to say "I'm an introvert. You are a wonderful person and I like you. But now please shush."

'Think outside the box' (Jenny Yuen) Many people prefer to spend time alone, work better independently than in group settings and cherish celebrating birthdays with close friends rather than with large groups. This introverted personality is often stereotyped as unstable, lonely and anti-social, but, Olsen Laney said there are many advantages to being introverted. She said introverts are likely to be resilient, determined, good listeners, creative thinkers and very knowledgeable about themselves. Introverts think outside the box and express themselves better in writing than in speech,” Olsen Laney said. Wil Ling, a 44-year-old introvert who was in the audience, said this way of thinking has its own uniqueness. “North American society and culture seem to give preference to the outgoing person, but it’s good to see that being introverted has its own advantages,” said Ling, a freelance researcher and translator.

'Might be hereditary'

Although there aren’t any studies that show how introversion originates, Olsen Laney said it might be hereditary. “I do think it’s genetic, because there are countries (where many people) are introverted,” she said, citing Japan as an example. “There are actually are genes that decide which neurotransmitter your brain is using, and then decides which pathway your brain goes down.” Introverts and extroverts have very different thought pathways.

  • The extrovert is known for the “fight-or-flight” personality, which involves information shooting toward emotional parts of the brain and then being stored in the short-term memory.
  • Introverted personalities tend to run on a “rest-and-digest” route, where information is considered more analytically and is deposited in long-term memory.

One system is focused on our inside world and another (on) the outside world,” she said. “We have and need both those systems, but we are dominant in either one or the other.”

A loss for words The result, said Olsen Laney, is that introverted people may find they have difficulty retrieving words under pressure. “Because our internal world is already quite active, we can easily get over stimulated, she said, speaking from her own experience. “That is when we get vapor-locked and can’t think as fast.” This may lead some to believe introverts are stupid, but Olsen Laney said 16 per cent of gifted people are introverts. “They need to learn how to retrieve long-term memories,” she said. “I often wondered why I could talk rather easily and meet new people and other times I didn’t have any thought in my mind.” The answer may be in acetylcholine, a neurotransmitter that regulates human memory. Olsen Laney said a lack of acetylcholine was recently linked to Alzheimer’s disease, and that eating eggs, which contain those receptors, can give introverts that added memory boost. “It might be possible that introverts that keep their acetylcholine levels up may not get Alzheimer’s,” she said.

'Behavior often mistaken for aloofness' Introversion may also affect one’s family life if there is a clash of extroverted parents with introverted kids. It may also impact one’s career if a boss does not think an introverted employee contributes enough because introverts tend to keep information to themselves. This behavior is often mistaken for aloofness. “If you just ask them, it’s amazing what ideas they’ll tell you,” she said. Still, Olsen Laney said there are ways for introverts to cope with uncomfortable social functions without mentally breaking down. She said they can be social at events where there is interesting conversation, but not when it’s a party that they feel is meaningless. “Introverted people don’t like to be interrupted because it’s hard to find your train of thought again,” she said. “A lot of the reasons introverted people are seen the way they are is because chit-chat is totally unrewarding for our system.” Ling agreed. “I feel I can build a deeper relationship with maybe not a lot of friends, but with a few that I prefer to build up in an intimate way,” he said.

How can I let the introvert in my life know that I support him and respect his choice?

First, recognize that it's not a choice. It's not a lifestyle. It's an orientation.

Second, when you see an introvert lost in thought, don't say "What's the matter?" or "Are you all right?"

Third, don't say anything else, either.

Thanks to these people, Jonathan Rauch and Jenny Yuen for these very enlightening articles (which I merged into one).

Well, finally I’ve figured out lots of things about myself (Yes, I am an introvert and I’m nothing but proud to be one.) For many years, I have been thinking about the way I behave and why do lots of people usually misunderstand me. I kept on finding the reasons why they usually don’t get my point, why do they treat me the way they do and why can’t I easily fit in. Thanks to God and to this article for now I’ve finally solved one of the most complicated puzzles I was carrying for so many years. I hope you guys are well informed as well. This information would be a lot of help for so many introverts out there who are all just like me – misunderstood.

Btw, all of those emphases are mine. = )





Image hosted by Photobucket.com Friday, December 09, 2005

hindi natutulog si Lord.

Kaninang umaga, malamig. Pinagsamang simoy ng hangin tuwing pasko at saka singaw ng lupa tuwing umuulan. Maaga akong nagising pero tanghali pa ang pasok ko kaya tumambay muna ko sa kwarto ko. sa 2nd floor ng palasyo namen. Kakaiba tong umagang to kase first time kong tumambay dun ng walang tugtog. Nung una nagpapatugtog naman talaga ko pero pinatay ko na lang yung radyo. Feeling ko kase puro ingay lang ang isinusuka ng mga FM stations. Ayokong lumamon o malamon ng suka. Nagliligalig na ngang magaling ang utak ko pati ang simura ko eh…

Ang totoo nostalgic ang mga ganung eksena para saken. Umuulan, malamig, mag-isa lang akong nakakulong sa pink kong kwarto tapos ubod ng tahimik. Tuwing dumarating saken ang mga ganung pagkakataon , malamang isa lang sa tatlong to ang ginagawa ko: kung hindi ako excited na nagbabasa ng bagong librong nahiram ko sa layb eh nagsusulat naman ako ng kahit anong nagpapakati sa mga daliri o ko di kaya wala lang, nakatingin lang ako sa kisame habang pinapanood ang mga imaheng gawa-gawa ko lang at ako lang ang makakakakita.

At kanina nga ginawa ko ang isa sa mga yun.

Nagsulat ako. Nagsulat ako sa colorful kong stripes na journal. Yung malaki. Yung bagong bili ko nitong pasukan ng 2nd sem. Nagsulat ako pero hindi tulad ng mga nakagawian kong isulat ang isinulat ko.

Nagdasal ako.

Nagdasal ako kay Lord (oo kay Lord at hindi sa kung sinong lord) at iyon ang isinulat ko sa journal ko. Isinulat ko para siguradong wala akong makalimutan at para may format ang dasal ko (OC kase ko talaga pagdating sa mga format ng mga bagay-bagay). Syempre hindi naman siya mukhang peyk. At hindi talaga siya peyk. Galing sa puso ko lahat ng isinulat ko dun. Pati yung mga luhang pumatak sa papel galing lahat sa puso ko yun (hindi naman dahil sa puso ko ang umiiyak noh). Nasabi kong lahat-lahat. Buong-buo. Isinulat kong lahat kahit na alam kong alam na naman ni Lord kung anong iniisip ko. Alam kong mas makakabuti para sa aming dalawa kung sasabihin ko Sa Kanya mismo. Bukod dun, gumaang din ang loob ko. Sa wakas, may napagsabihan na ko. Sa wakas napakawalan ko na.

Kung anuman yun, hindi ko na sasabihin pa dito. Sa amin na lang dalawa yun.

Basta ang pinakadahilan lang naman ay naguguluhan ako. Nawawalan ako ng pag-asa. Nauubos ang kompiyansa ko sa sarili ko. Parang unti-unti akong namamatay.

Hiniling ko na liwanagan niya ang utak ko. Hiniling ko na tulungan niya kong magdesisyon. Sabi ko bigyan niya ko ng sign sa kung anumang gusto niyang gawin ko. Sa kung anumang makakabuti para saken at sa lahat. Sabi ko pa nga bilisan niya eh (ang sama sama ko talaga. Demanding ako).

Tapos kanina sa school nung nag-CR ako nakita ko si Mam Libay. Siya yung prof ko sa Screenplay writing class ko (two times Palanca Award winner po siya).

Ako: Hi Ma’am. Siya: (naghuhugas ng kamay. May bago siyang henna tattoo sa mga kamay niya. Ang gandaaa.) Oi. Anong scriptwriting class ka? Diba ikaw si Daena? Ako: Opo. Siya: Ah tama Monday ka. Kakatapos ko lang checkan yung papel mo. Maganda yung script mo ha. Big potential. Ako: (pangiti-ngiti lang) Siya: Teka, nagra-write ka na ba dati pa? Ako: Hindi po. Siya: Talaga? Big potential ha.

Sabay labas ng CR.

Hindi ko naman alam na ganung kabilis ibibigay ni Lord yung hinihingi kong sign. = )





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Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I did not (as always). But I did make an UN-new year’s day resolution. And yeah, i can make one anytime! (hehe)

Did anyone close to you give birth? May. She’s the same age as me.

Did anyone close to you die? Fortunately, none.

What would you like to have in 2006 that you lacked in 2005? Unbeatable confidence.

What date from 2005 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? Well, I’m not really good in remembering dates. Pero siguro April 8 (tama ba? O kita mo na sabi ko i’m not good in dates eh). Basta it’s Joie’s debut in a resort somewhere in Binan. Memorable siya kase yun yung last time na nakita ko ulit at nakausap si Reina, Yas at Wendy.

What was your biggest achievement of the year? Getting to know myself better. As in in a deeper level. At syempre, being happy with myself.

What was your biggest failure? Not being able to appreciate life for the longest time.

Did you suffer illness or injury? Yung nagkasugat ako sa cornea at syempre the ultimate trangkaso.

What was the best thing you bought? My glittered bohemian bag! Whose behavior merited celebration? My dearest Bambina. She’s always been tough even without us to back her up. Where did most of your money go? Pamasahe. T_T What did you get really, really, really excited about? Matuto ng photography (!!!). What song(s) will always remind you of 2005? You’re Beautiful by: (sino nga ba?) Black Balloon by: Goo Goo Dolls (although luma na siya)

Compared to this time last year, are you: i. happier or sadder? – mature enough to just keep quiet and contemplate first before answering. ii. thinner or fatter? – Fatter (di naman talaga. Feeling ko lang) iii. richer or poorer? -- Richer.

What do you wish you'd done more? writing more Tagalog poems. Bonding with friends. What do you wish you'd done less of? Feeling sorry for myself. Being too much sentimental. What was your favorite TV program? Going Bulilits. Da best. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year? my lovesick psyche.

What was the best book you read? Trip to Quiapo by Ricky Lee. At obviously isa siyang scriptwriting manual.

What was your greatest musical discovery? Robbie Williams. Michael Buble. Enya. Orange and Lemons. Lifehouse. Black Eyed Peas.

What did you want and get? A photography course. The opportunity (?) to ride a tricycle, a bus, a train and a jeepney EVERYDAY. A writing course. More independent (and stressful life). A curly hair.

What was your favorite film of this year? Crash. Although pirata version.

What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? I turned 18 this year. I just invited my friends and relatives to come over to our house. Konting chibog. Alak. Kodakan. Kwentuhan at tawanan. Regalo at magagandang wrapper. At syempre magdamagang kantahan sa the ultimate videoke.

What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? More kwentuhan sa magdamag. (ngek pang-porno ang dating)

What kept you sane? Writing. Praying. Family. Friends. (esp. HS friends and a few TRUE college friends)

Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? Kelly Clarkson. I just love her songs and her music videos. = b What political issue stirred you the most? Ang hirap namang mamili!

Who did you miss? HS friends. UPLB friends (esp. dorm mates and lalo na my room mate). Si papa___tutut. (wehehehe)

Who was the best new person you met? Si Peter (unang friend ko at super classmate sa DIliman). Mam Iris (prof ko sa broadcomm 100). Si Love (yung nakatabi ko sa pila ng bayaran nung enrolment). Mam Shirley (ang buntis na sub-prof sa comm 100). Mam Libay (prof ko sa dalawang film subjects).

Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2005: 1. Only you, yourself can tell what makes you really happy. 2. Nakikinig ang universe sa anumang binubulong ng puso mo at tutulungan ka niyang magkatotoo kung anumang pinaniniwalaan mo (sabi ni Mam Libay sa’ken nung first day of classes sa scriptwriting). 3. Laugh and the whole world laughs at you, cry and you cry alone 4. Someday you will see, you’ll also be invincible (Erik, ikaw ang nagsabi niyan saken dati, remember?). 5. You don’t need many friends, only those who will stay true to you.

What was the nicest thing someone told you about yourself:

Big potential ha. (remember?) Ako daw yun. May big potential sa pagsusulat sabi ng prof ko sa scriptwriting. (flattered naman ang lola mo)

Isn’t she something? (guess who said this.)

Sana kung ikaw lang ang ang kasama ko eh di sana. . .

Siya pa rin talaga (ako pa rin daw...ang?..secret... = b)

the most touching experience you've had this year? Kahapon lang. Walang kamatayang kwentuhan at kainan ng junk foods at home-made spaghetti sa bahay nila Joie. Ako, siy at si Armel. From 3 pm – 12 midnight. One of the best (and one of the deepest and most honest) kwentuhan session I’ve ever had. = )

What did you like most about yourself this year? My unbeatable surviving abilities (?!) amidst the cold solitude (yuck. pweh!).

What did you hate most about yourself this year? Self-doubt.

Quote a song lyric that sums up your year: And there’s no time left for losing, when you stand they fall (...yeah). Black Balloon by Goo Goo Dolls.

Was 2005 a good year for you? ABSOLUTELY (despite of it all).

What was your favorite moment of the year? The ever satisying kwentuhan (+ inuman kung minsan) sessions with friends. Siesta time sa kwarto ng napakagwapo kong baby na utol. Hugs and kisses session every morning with DJ also, my baby bro. Solitary shopping window shopping at Glorietta.

What was your least favorite moment of the year? Depression mode. Senti mode. Butas-bulsa mode.

Where were you when 2005 began? Sa terrace ng bahay namen (sa san pedro, laguna). Lumuluwa ang mata sa mga fireworks ng kapibtbahay at nabibingi sa tugtog ng Incubus.

Who were you with? My family.

Where will you be when 2005 ends? At home din. malamang magkakastiff-neck na naman sa pagtingala sa mga fireworks.

Who will you be with when 2005 ends? Family den.

Do you have a new year’s resolution for 2006? YES. Share ko na lang sa susunod.

What was your favorite month of 2005? April (syempre bakasyon at debut galore), September, December

Did you miss anybody in the past year? Yes. Marami sila.

What was your favorite record from 2005? Monkey Business – B.E.P Strike Whilst the Iron is Hot – O & L

How many concerts did you see in 2005? kasama ba yung konsert-konsert-an? Did you drink a lot of alchohol in 2005? Ugh. Mga 5 times lang.

do a lot of drugs in 2005? only those prescribed by the doctor (uy safe! hehe)

you do anything you are ashamed of this year? Marame!!!

How much money did you spend in 2005? I don’t want to know. Depressing yan para sa nanay at tatay ko.

What was your proudest moment of 2005? Nung maka-flat ONE ako sa first ever script kong isinulat.

What was your most embarrassing moment of 2005? Habulin ang pareho kong tsinelas sa kalsada na naanod ng baha. Which means naka-yapak ako all the way habang pinapanood ako ng mga taong hindi man lang ako magawang tulungan dahil natutuwa sila saken.

If you could go back in time to any moment of 2005 and change something, what would it be? I would want to force my self to the fullest of my abilities. Itodo lahaaat.

What are your plans for 2006? Mag-ipon para sa thesis ko. Ayusin ang mga relationships ko. Maging totoong palaban sa lahat ng bagay (basta nasa lugar). Maging chancellor’s (or Dean’s) lister. At marami pang iba...

How are you different now that the year has ended? I’m happier with my self.

What are your wishes for the new year? I wish I could give more love to everything/everybody.

|W|P|113575831351269386|W|P|since the new year is here. . .|W|P|stellar28@gmail.com12/28/2005 06:41:00 AM|W|P|Blogger yayam|W|P|hello stellar! can i take the survey too? do you mind if i copy it? ;)12/29/2005 02:48:00 AM|W|P|Blogger The Guy in Red Sneakers|W|P|Someday you will see, you’ll also be invincible (Erik, ikaw ang nagsabi niyan saken dati, remember?).

we've come quite a long way, ano..? happy new year, lil sis.1/01/2006 02:01:00 AM|W|P|Blogger ai-lin|W|P|tol, thanks for meriting my behavior somehow it became flattering for me kahit madalas eh hndi naman.. tnx tol, can i also grab the survey? tnx..1/02/2006 11:19:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Sinukuan|W|P|hey bamb. sure. idol kita eh!!! woohoo!!!12/27/2005 10:29:00 PM|W|P|Sinukuan|W|P|Handwriting Analysis You like to be surrounded by four solid walls. You are a shy, idealistic person who does not find it easy to have relationships, especially intimate ones. You are diplomatic, objective, and live in the present. You are a talkative person, maybe even a busybody! You enjoy life in your own way and do not depend on the opinions of others. (well,oo nga. ako nga yata yan.) btw, napulot ko to sa site ni NINA. = ) |W|P|113575142473267376|W|P|sabi daw ng kamay ko.|W|P|stellar28@gmail.com12/26/2005 05:29:00 AM|W|P|Sinukuan|W|P|
one missed call. that's all you can give me. just a few seconds of exercise for your idle fingers. that's all you can do to let me know that you're still there. just there after two years of hopeless hopes. only on the other line. it's true, you are never too far. only radiowaves and a few peso load separate us. nothing much, really. the truth is, you're even closer to me now than before when you were still sitting next to me.
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yeah, you're just on the other line. I can make you mine if I want to. but hell, even just the thought of saying your name again after 5 years paralyzes me so well.
|W|P|113560518381108426|W|P|spa ces.|W|P|stellar28@gmail.com12/26/2005 09:56:00 PM|W|P|Anonymous Anonymous|W|P|why do i get the feeling that i can relate to this post?12/27/2005 12:05:00 AM|W|P|Blogger The Guy in Red Sneakers|W|P|which reminds me -- it's 09183179290. it's high time we SMS one another.

oh, kumusta, kumusta. ganon ba.12/27/2005 05:08:00 AM|W|P|Blogger ai-lin|W|P|may tama ito saken ha.. pero madalas kong maexperience, katabi mo na, mas namimiss mo pa.12/27/2005 06:54:00 AM|W|P|Blogger vaN|W|P|was that a poem or something?


I like it. very expressive and real. heh, yeah. :D


hope u have a wonderful new year! :D12/26/2005 05:05:00 AM|W|P|Sinukuan|W|P|hey you! may you have a sizzling (?) Christmas (alam ko late na ng isang araw, pero..) and a rocking new year ahead of you!!!|W|P|113560365089509203|W|P||W|P|stellar28@gmail.com12/23/2005 05:54:00 AM|W|P|Sinukuan|W|P|

Nako. Malapit na nga ang pasko. Hindi na papipigil. Kanina nga lang sinama ako ni mama na “mag-shopping” sa festival. Nagpapapalit lang siya ng 100 dollars. Nakabili naman kame ng 4 na t-shirt. Para sa dalawa kong utol, sa kanya at saken. P800 worth ng gift cheque ang gamit namin. Actually, regalo yun ng kaibigan ni nanay (lola ko) kay DJ (bunso kong kapatid). Pero dahil bulinggit pa nga yung kapatid ko (3 yrs old) wala namang damit na mabibili para sa kanya since sa RRJ yung gift cheque.

Medyo siksikan din kasi syempre sale. Kanya-kanyang halungkat sa mga tumpok-tumpok na damit na iisa lang naman ang size. Ang jojologs pa ng design. Maswerte ka na kung may magustuhan ka.

Pinilit lang ako ni mama na pumili ng t-shirt para sa sarili ko. Sayang naman daw kasi yung cheke. Wala talaga kong nagustuhan pero pumili na rin ako. Pampadagdag din yun sa mga damit ko.

Tinanong ako ni mama “ano bang bibilin mo?”

As usual nung una sabi ko “wala”

Tapos nung sumunod, sabi ko na “yung pantalong sinabi ko sayo. Yung gusto ko”

Ang tinutukoy ko eh yung di-taling pantalon na maganda ang tela na nakita ko sa tiangge sa UP Diliman. Yon. Ganon yung gusto ko. Sabi niya may nakita na rin daw siyang ganun sa mall.

Eh di hanap naman kame. Ginalugad namin lahat ng tindahan. May nakita kami pero malalaki yung size tapos isang size lang kase sabi nung tindera di-garter naman daw. Malas ko lang kasi seksi ako (hehe) kaya maluwag saken lahat. Kung hindi naman maluwag eh baduy naman (sa tingin ko) dahil may mga sulat ng intsik at kung anu2 pa. Eh ayoko nun. Yung iba naman pangit yung tela. It’s either manipis o magaspang o matigas. Wala nung tulad ng nakita ko. Wala nung tulad ng gusto ko.

Tapos nun naghanap ulit ako. Sabi ni mama puntahan ko na lang daw siya dun sa household section. Eh di naghanap naman ako kahit na alam kong hopeless na talaga. At pag punta ko sa kanya nakasimangot na ko.

Sabi niya “oh ano, wala?”

Umiling lang ako.

“kawawa ka naman.”

“dapat kasi binili mo na yung nakita mo. Dapat humingi ka na ng pera”

Tapos tuloy na ulit ang pamimili niya ng mga regalo para sa kung sino-sino.

Ano? Paano naman ako hihingi ng pera eh walang araw na dumaan na hindi nila sinabi na wala kaming pera? Hindi na nga ako nakapunta sa Oblation run at Lantern Parade kasi wala na kong baon. Sabi kasi nila wala ngang pera kaya hindi ko na sinubukang manghingi ng pera. Hindi ko naman kasi kaya yung ginagawa ng utol ko na hingi ng hingi ng pera kahit na halatang halata na niya na wala ngang pera. Ni pamasahe nga sa tricycle hindi ako makahingi, pambili pa kaya ng pantalon?

Kung iisipin nyo, pantalon lang yun. Oo pantalon lang yon. Pantalon lang yon pero nagkakaganito na ko. Pero hinde, higit pa yun sa inaakala nyo. Minsan ko lang makuha kung ano ang talagang gusto ko. As in minsan lang. Bihira. At minsan lang ako makatagpo ng bagay (o tao) na talagang gusto ko kaya masakit saken pag hindi ko nakukuha yon. Kasi hindi naman ako palaging humihiling. Minsan lang talaga. Minsan lang ako humiling ng para sa sarili ko.

Wala naman akong sinisisi dahil sa wala kaming pera. Mahirap lang talaga ang buhay at lalo pang humirap dahil natigil sa pagtatrabaho si papa. Na-cancel yung kontrata nila sa Canada kaya biglang uwi siya dito. At saka ibibili naman talaga ako kung nakita ko lang yung gusto ko. O kaya naman, mabibili ko naman talaga yung gusto ko nung unang beses na makita ko un sa tiangge sa UPD kung may pera lang sana ako nung araw na yun. Kaso nga ni pambili ng iced tea na tiglilimang piso eh wala ako eh. Poverty talaga.

Masyado lang talaga kong nabo-broken-hearted kapag dumadating yung mga pagkakataong tulad nito. Gusto kong mainis pero wala naman akong masisi. Wala akong maaway. Kasi gaya nga ng sinabi ko, minsan lang ako makakita ng bagay o taong gustung-gusto ko – tapos madalas, hindi pa napapasaken. Minsan na nga lang ako humiling. Hindi naman ako madamot. Tsaka alam ko namang deserve ko kung anumang hinihiling ko. Pero bakit ganon?

Tama ka Michael. Hindi nga libre ang mangarap.

|W|P|113534633456593655|W|P|hindi libre ang mangarap kaya may isang batang nagmumukmok.|W|P|stellar28@gmail.com12/26/2005 04:29:00 AM|W|P|Blogger yayam|W|P|ganyan talaga buhay..libre naman mangarap eh..pero hindi lahat natutupad. kaya mas mabuting wag na lang..pero it's still good to keep on dreaming so that you'll have something to hold on..

:)12/26/2005 05:24:00 AM|W|P|Blogger Sinukuan|W|P|hay tenkyu guys. wala lang. nadala lang ako talaga ng emosyon ko. natauhan na ko...sa wakas. hehehe.12/27/2005 05:14:00 AM|W|P|Blogger ai-lin|W|P|hindi makakapasok ang araw sa pinakaloob ng kweba.12/27/2005 09:31:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Sinukuan|W|P|?12/27/2005 09:31:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Sinukuan|W|P|?

teka. magrereflect muna ko.1/01/2006 02:07:00 AM|W|P|Blogger ai-lin|W|P|na-gets mo na ba? we, human beings, have unlimited needs, wants, desires, etc.. dumating na kasi aq sa point na naicp ko kailan ba talaga na-sasatisfied ang tao, i min, satisfaction that last, pero i realized that they just stay for a moment, all we had to do is to cherish that moment, kasi hndi yun magtatagal at madalas hindi rin yun ang pinakagusto mo.12/22/2005 05:31:00 AM|W|P|Sinukuan|W|P|

Ooops! Hindi na masyado! Hehehe.

I know most of you will laugh at me if I say that it is my first time to wash my clothes. Pero yun nga nga, no matter how embarrassing it is, it is my first time to wash my clothes (pero kasama na rin dun yung mga punda at bedsheet ^_^). Although I was only able to do the entire task with the help of the super reliable washing machine, still it was one shot of an accomplishment for me.

My parents never obliged us to do household stuffs until now that we are old enough to do so. I can still remember how my mom told tatay (ung tatay niya which means lolo ko) “eh trabaho ko yun eh” once when they were having a heated argument about us (kaming magkakapatid) not helping in the house at all. The truth is if my parents weren’t able to buy a new washing machine (the old one was wiped out by the floods a few years ago) for sure they wouldn’t let me wash even just my own clothes.

I must admit, I didn’t like doing household chores before (I repeat: before). I could go gaga over other things like carpentry (hindi naman talaga pero mas gusto ko pa to dati kesa magwalis o magpunas ng mga kabinet), running errands, loads of home works but never over washing the clothes or scrubbing the floor. But as I grew old, I began to realize the essence of being able to really rule the house. I mean, time doesn’t move any slower and I’m not getting any younger. Sooner or later, I will have to leave home and start a life by myself. In just a few years or more, I know (I hope) I’ll also be settling down and start having my own happy family. Of course, I wouldn’t want my kids to vomit to death just because their stomachs have gone crazy over fast food craps. I also cannot take to live in a rotten house, full of roaches, ants and monstrous mice (yak yak yak!).

But seriously speaking, I feel so ashamed of myself. Like hello? I’m already living in this planet for almost 19 years and yet I can’t still even enumerate the steps in cooking sinigang na baboy (!!!). I mean, yes I hate it. I hate myself for being this ignorant and useless. I really hate to say this but I somehow blame my parents for this horrible becoming in my life. If they only taught us (damay na pati mga utol ko) how to be independent at home, if they only taught us to be responsible inside the house, then maybe we would be better persons now. Maybe we wouldn’t look like terrible sloths who don’t know anything but to sit in the couch, watch T.V for years and eat eat eat. Maybe mama wouldn’t be that burdened for so many years.

However, looking on the bright side at least I’ve finally started stepping a bit further. Since I already know how to wash my clothes (or should I say, how to operate the washing machine), I think I will now then proceed to the next task which is – how to cook perfect (as in perfect ha?) meals. Then after that would be how to iron clothes, how to clean the bathroom, how to bathe the doggies, how to decorate the garden and so on. When I am this serious, I know it wouldn’t be long ‘til I cannot finally call myself - A Household Virgin.

(shocks Lord, tulungan mo po ko...)

|W|P|113525831532255920|W|P|The Household Virgin.|W|P|stellar28@gmail.com12/22/2005 08:32:00 AM|W|P|Blogger JS|W|P|Yeah true... ako din.. parang useless na tingin ko sa sarili ko minsan dito sa bahay....

anyways... Merry Christmas!12/22/2005 08:46:00 AM|W|P|Blogger Loraine|W|P|wahehehehe...
i'm worse..
though i know how to do things inside the house, i never really liked doing them. partida, i'm planning to move out of the house in a few months. :)12/23/2005 04:09:00 AM|W|P|Blogger Sinukuan|W|P|hahaha. hindi pala ako nag-iisa.
merry pasko din sa inyong lahat!!!

loraine, gudlak naman sayo. pero in fairness exciting ding bumukod.

fritz, nagdorm din ako nung first year. aus naman pero masaya rin na ikaw ang gumagawa ng lahat tutal para sa sarili mo lang naman eh. hehe12/27/2005 12:33:00 AM|W|P|Blogger The Guy in Red Sneakers|W|P|paglutuin mo nako, huwag lang maglaba.

well, not really. i like making babad. i wash my own white shirts. i have the rest sent out.

dishes also. i let them stack high up bago ko hugasan. kaya i eat out of containers, o kaya fastfood na lang.

hahaha.12/27/2005 05:21:00 AM|W|P|Blogger ai-lin|W|P|somehow i could thank you for comforting me..
i started pressing my own uni4m since gr3, i started washing clothes, 1st yir, i started cooking, 4th yr..
and the hell of those skills sucks me almost everyday.
it's a blessing that you made me realized i'm productive.12/22/2005 04:23:00 AM|W|P|Sinukuan|W|P|

Minsan pag pinagmamasdan ko si mama habang tuliro siya sa dami ng gagawin sa bahay o kaya habang naninigarilyo siya sa garahe gusto ko siyang tanungin kung masaya ba talaga siya.

Alam ko, hindi biro ang buhay na pinagdaanan – at pinagdadaanan niya. Hindi siya nakatapos ng college dahil nabuntis na siya (at ako yon). Napilitan siyang pasukin ang kahit anong trabahong kaya niya. Napilitan siyang pasukin ang buhay na hindi pa niya napaghahandaan. Alam ko, napakalaki rin ng hirap niya sa pagpapanatiling matibay ng relasyon nila ni papa. Halos araw-araw noon kung mag-beerhouse yon. Madalas silang mag-away. Minsan nga lumayas pa si mama at umuwi muna sa nanay niya. Iniwan niya kami sa bahay kasama si papa. Mga ilang araw din kaming nagtiis ng mas bata kong kapatid na lalake sa pritong itlog at tuyo pati sa tutong na kanin. At dahil ako ang panganay at unica iha, madalas na utusan ako ni mama na ako na lang ang mag-sermon kay papa dahil saken lang daw yun makikinig. Ginagawa ko naman syempre at tuwing ginagawa ko yun, palagi siyang umiiyak.

Nakita ko kung paano rin magbago ang itsura ni mama. Kung paanong unti-unting nalagas ang mga ngipin niya, kung paano siya napilitang ipagupit ang dati niyang mahaba at kulot na buhok, kung paano mabahiran ng napakapangit na peklat ang biniyak niyang tiyan (caesarean kase), kung paano unti-unting mabalutan ng varicose veins ang dati niyang flawless na mga binti at kung paano unti-unting napalitan ng mga bilbil ang dating maliit niyang beywang. Nakita ko kung paano na unti-unting nawala sa uso ang mga sinusuot niya. Kung paano unti-unting inamag ang make-up niya.

Dumaan ang maraming taon na kami na ang buhay niya. Sa amin na umiikot ang mundo niya. Hindi ko naman talaga alam kung ano ang mga pangarap niya sa buhay pero siguro marami doon ang hindi na niya natupad dahil sa amin. Palagi ko tuloy iniisip kung masaya ba talaga siya sa kinahantungan ng buhay niya. Isang housewife na naga-abroad ang asawa at minsan lang sa isang taon niya makasama, may apat na anak na ngayon eh ang tatlo doon eh mas madalas pang wala sa bahay. Hindi naman sa sinasabi kong imposibleng maging masaya ang isang babae sa pagiging asawa at ina. Naiisip ko lang kase na marami pa siyang gustong gawin sa buhay niya na hindi na niya nagawa dahil nga sa responsibilidad niya sa pamilya niya.

Sa loob ng maraming taon, walis, mop, sabon, basahan ang kaharap niya sa araw-araw. Maglinis ng bahay, magluto, maglaba, mamomrebla sa budget, magsermon sa mga anak niyang hindi marunong makinig, mag-alala sa mga anak niyang hindi nagpapaalam kung saan pupunta at ginagabi ng uwi, mag-alaga sa mga anak niya tuwing may sakit ang mga ito ang palagi niyang ginagawa. Marami sana siyang issues sa sarili niya pero kinakalimutan na lang niya ang mga iyon dahil pa rin sa mga anak niya, sa asawa niya. Tanging social life na lang niya ang makausap sa telepono ang bestfriend niyang taga-Antipolo pa. Masaya na siya kung minsan eh magkasabay-sabay kaming mag-hapunan. Pinakamasaya pa kung sabay-sabay kaming makapanood ng tv pagkatapos kumain.

Palagi ko tuloy naiisip kung hindi ba siya nagsasawa sa takbo ng buhay niya. Masaya kaya talaga siya? Masayahin kasi siya talagang tao kaya mahirap masabi. Palagi siyang nagbibiro, tumatawa, nagkukuwento, kumakanta, sumasayaw. Kaya minsan kapag hindi siya hyper, o kaya pag nakaupo lang siya sa isang tabi naiisip ko kung masaya ba talaga siya. Alam ko napapagod na rin siya.

Ngayon nga inaasikaso niya yung mga requirements para sa pag-aabroad niya kasama ng bestfriend niya. Magke-care-giver daw sila sa U.K. Kailangan daw niyang gawin yun para makaipon.Noong una yokong pumayag (kahit na wala naman talaga akong magagawa). Hindi kasi ako sanay kapag wala siya. Patay ang bahay kapag wala siya. At saka siya at si DJ (yung bunso kong kapatid) lang ang nakakapag-pa-excite sakeng umuwi agad araw-araw. Madali ko siyang mamiss. Hindi ako palagay kapag wala siya kaya ayoko sana siyang umalis.

Pero napag-isip-isip ko rin na dapat na kong pumayag. Na hindi tama na pigilan ko siya. Sa loob ng mahabang panahon, ngayon lang dumating yung pagkakataon na para lang sa kanya. Pupunta siya sa UK para magtrabaho. Para kumita ng perang pinagpaguran niya. Para gastahin ang perang sa kanya lang talaga. Gusto talaga niyang umalis hindi lang dahil sa pera. Alam kong may higit pa siyang dahilan. Gusto niyang umalis dahil gusto niyang makapag-isa. Ma-enjoy ang sarili niya. Mapasaya naman ang sarili niya. Alam ko matagal na niyang gustong gawin to pero hindi niya magawa dahil samin ng mga kapatid ko. Pero ngayong malalaki na kami, ngayon lang niya magagawa.

Ang totoo marami siyang pangarap. Gusto niya ngang mag-aral ulit eh. At ang totoo, marami siyang kayang gawin. Matalino siya, Maabilidad. Pero dahil kaming pamilya niya ang pinriority niya, kinalimutan muna niya ang iba sa mga pangarap niya.

At ang totoo marami akong pangarap para sa kanya, sa kanilang dalawa ni papa. Pag nakatapos na ako at nakapagtrabaho na, papag-aralin ko siya. Kahit ano’ng gusto niya. Gagawin ko talaga siyang reyna. Ipapag-shopping ko siya. Bibilhan ko siya ng magandang-magandang cellphone (kase ba naman lahat kami colored ang cellphone tapos siya 3310). Ipapasyal ko siya sa lahat ng mga lugar na gusto niyang puntahan. Tutuparin ko yung pangarap niya na maging foster parent tuwing pasko. Bibigyan ko siya ng pera para maging Santa Claus na siya ulet. Bibilhan ko siya ng maraming-maraming cake at chocolate (pareho naming favorite). Bibihan ko siya ng maraming bags at sapatos (pareho ulet naming favorite). Bibilhan ko siya ng the ultimate magic sing (tenen!) para pwede na siyang mag-concert anytime. Ipagtatayo ko sila ng business ni papa para pag tanda nila na makapagkukuhanan pa rin sila ng income at saka para may pagkakaabalahan pa rin sila. At syempre higit sa lahat, kahit na ano pang mangyari saken, kahit magkaroon na ko ng sarili kong pamilya o hinde , hindi ko sila pababayaan. Aalagaan ko sila.

Pero ngayon, habang nababagabag pa rin ako kung masaya nga ba talaga si mama, sa tingin ko gagawin ko na lang lahat para maging mabuting anak at kaibigan sa kanya para kahit paano mapasaya ko nga siya at mapasalamatan din.

|W|P|113525435847979519|W|P|buntung-hininga muna.|W|P|stellar28@gmail.com12/27/2005 05:40:00 AM|W|P|Blogger ai-lin|W|P|alam mo bamb pag magulang ang pinag-uusapan hindi ko mapigilang hindi maiyak..
sixties na parents q, at hindi ko man ihanda ang sarili ko alam kong, nasa edad na sila ng pamamahinga..
sumisigaw ang kalooban ko pag naiisip ko to, tulad ngayon, tumutulo na naman ang luha ko.
at aaminin ko ito talaga ang dahilan kung bakit isinasantabi ko muna ang buhay barkada, tama na sa akin na paminsan-minsan eh maka-text ko na lang kau.
sa kasalukuyan, pilit kong iniisip kung anu na bang grade ko sa pagtanaw ng utang na loob.
karapat-dapat na ba akong tawaging mabuting anak?
pero laging hinde.
bamb, malungkot pag nakikita ko ang tatay ko na pinipilit hilahin ang kanang paa niya pag naglalakad samantalang parang kailan lang na tinuruan niya akong maglakad na mabilis pag hinahatid niya ko nung kinder pa lang ako at late na ko.
malungkot din tuwing gustong-gusto ng nanay ko na ibili niya ako ng bagong damit kahit sa palengke man lang pero hindi niya magawa dahil pinanlalambot siya ng tuberculosis niya.
gusto kong sumigaw tuwing maririnig kong umuubo siya, para akong binabaril.
sige bamb, tama na to, hindi na ko makahinga.
ngayon alam mo na kung bakit hindi ako pwedeng mag-day off.12/27/2005 09:23:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Sinukuan|W|P|bamb sorry ha kung hindi kita maintindihan ng lubos.

sorry, alam kong pagkukulang ko yun.

oo, ganyan talaga. may edad na parents mo. tama gawin mo na lahat ng magagawa mo habang nandyan pa sila. wag ka ng magmukmok. i-cherish mo na lang mga araw na kasama mo sila. isa pa, tayo namang lahat apat hindi tintake for granted ang bawat pagkakataon. bata pa man o matanda ang parents naten, dapat chinecherish na natin ung mga arw na kasama natin sila. even sa friends at sa kung sino2 at anu2 pa.


wag mong ipressure ang sarili mo sap ageevaluate kung mabuting anak ka nga ba. gawin mo lang ang gusto mo at sa tingin mong dpaat. ung mga napalaking utang na loob natin sa parents naten kase ay kahit anong gawin natin, hindi na natin mapapantayan un. sa sobrang laki. kaya gawin mo na lang ang kaya mo.

andito lang kami parati. usap tayo. dalaw kami sa haus nyo minsan.1/01/2006 02:13:00 AM|W|P|Blogger ai-lin|W|P|tnx bamb, nga pala tinanggihan ko na naman yung alok mong kita-kita kanina, gusto ko pang mag-explain pero di ko na magawa, kau na lang bahala umintindi. sorry. salamat tol, dapat mong malaman na masaya ako kasi sinorpresa nyo q ni kelly.12/21/2005 12:29:00 AM|W|P|Sinukuan|W|P|
haynako. nag-eemote kame sa pic. hahaha. I just want the entire blogsphere to meet one of bestest best friends - (tentenenen!) Michael. Well, let's just say na nag-sesenti ako. Nagsesenti talaga ko. How can't I eh may hang-over pa ko ng "party" nameng dalawa kagabi? Haynako tuwing kasama ko 'tong kumag na 'to eh feeling ko nasa neverneverland ako (thanks pareng erik for reminding me of that place). Never kaming naubusan ng mapag-uusapan at ng mapag-tatawanan! hehehe. Kagabi lang eh kung san-san na napunta ang usapan namen. From King Kong, to mga kabaduyan in HS, past love lives, sexual stuffs (!!!), films, Truth and Reality (?), mga pangarap sa buhay (yung plano naming gumawa ng documentary, magtayo ng art gallery, at maging artist at mukhang artist forever), yung tungkol dun sa hindi niya pagsali sa dance org dahil ayaw niyang maghubad,yung mga munting bagay na natututunan namen, kung gaano ko kasama (?!), yung mga kabaliwang gusto kong gawin, yung mga ka-cheap-ang gusto naming gawin (???) at maraming-maraming-marami pang iba. Naalala ko tuloy yung sinabi niya : Sa college mo lang malalaman yung worth ng barkada. Tama nga. Ngayon, obviously kanya-kanya na kami ng buhay. Madalang ng magkasama. May kanya-kanya na ring set of friends sa kung saan. Pero totoo nga, yung mga matuturing mong true friends ay yung mga taong kahit hindi mo nakikita,nakakasama o nakakausap eh hindi pa rin nagbabago at naniniwala pa rin sa friendship nyo. Yung mga taong hindi talaga umaalis. Hindi talaga bumibitaw. Marami na kaming napagdaanan nitong kumag na 'to. First year HS nung nagkakilala kame pero mas malalim pa yung friendship namen kesa dun sa mga mas matagal ko ng mga kaibigan. Ang nakakatuwa pa, kapag magkasama kame (at ganundin yung iba ko pang mga best friends) eh parang walang nag-eexist na problema sa mundo. Parang wala kaming konsepto ng oras. Parang hindi kami mamamatay. Feeling ko kaya kong gawin kahit ano at magiging maayos pa rin ang lahat. Sa tingin ko malalaman mo na talagang true friends mo yung kasama mo kapag nagiging mas mabuting tao ka. Kapag tinutulungan ka nilang maabot yung mga pangarap mo at suportahan ka to death basta alam nilang makakabuti yon para sa'yo. Mga totoong kaibigan lang din ang kayang ipahanap sayo ang mga sagot na matagal mo ng hinahanap na hindi mo alam eh nasa sarili mo lang din pala. Ngayon, sa dami ng taong nakakasalamuha ko araw-araw, sa dami ng mga mukhang hindi ko sigurado kung nagpapakita ba talaga ng tunay nilang anyo, sa dami ng aninong umaali-aligid sa'kin sobrang masaya ako at grateful sa pagkakaroon ng mga kaibigang meron ako ngayon. Mahal ko ang tropang wheew. Whoooo!!!Amen. At sobrang gusto ko lang ding mag-thank you sa'yo Mike (though alam kong hindi mo binibisita tong blog ko) dahil hindi ka bumibitaw. Thank you sa lahat - lahaaaat. Thank you sa pagdalaw-dalaw mo saken paminsan-minsan sa bahay. Sa mga kwentuhan habang umiinom at kumakain ng..?). Sa mga thoughts mo na kahit gaano ka-private eh shine-share mo saken. Thank you sa pagiging honest saken palage. Sa kung gaano ko kasama (?), sa pagtatanong kung bisexual ba ko, sa pagsasabing naaalala mo ko pag nakikita mo si rachelle ann go, sa pagsasabi na nerd ako at higit sa lahat sa pagsasabing maganda nga ako pero wala naman akong boyfriend. Wala ng a-honest pa sayo. (pero i love the Maganda part ha.hehe). Kaya sobrang thank you. Salamat. Salamat. Ayalbyu poreber!!!
|W|P|113515750510472485|W|P|1-2-3 emote!!!|W|P|stellar28@gmail.com12/21/2005 08:14:00 PM|W|P|Anonymous Anonymous|W|P|maganda nga ako pero wala naman akong boyfriend.

talaga...? :)

u r steeeeeeelllllaaaaaarrrrrrr.........

-rad-x12/22/2005 04:20:00 AM|W|P|Blogger Sinukuan|W|P|hey mr rad-x. hindi ko po ma-access yung blog mo...T_T




at ung tungkol sa maganda ako.
oo totoo yon.
hahahahaha!!!12/18/2005 11:49:00 PM|W|P|Sinukuan|W|P|paano kung hindi ka sigurado dun sa gagawin mo o dun sa papasukin mo pero "kailangan" mo siyang gawin? ano'ng gagawin mo? |W|P|113497873189575393|W|P|ay nagugulohan akech!|W|P|stellar28@gmail.com12/19/2005 12:26:00 AM|W|P|Blogger The Guy in Red Sneakers|W|P|let the universe decide. ask a flower. try to sleep on it and decide the moment you wake up. something like that.

go with your gut feel.12/19/2005 01:20:00 AM|W|P|Blogger Sinukuan|W|P|okey okey. tenks pare.12/19/2005 04:29:00 AM|W|P|Blogger yayam|W|P|it depends really on the consequences...

ps.i hope bilhan na tayo ng digital slr! hahaha! :D12/19/2005 09:41:00 PM|W|P|Anonymous Anonymous|W|P|waahh.. ako..? gagawin ko pa din..12/19/2005 10:28:00 PM|W|P|Blogger freyti|W|P|oi,hirap non ah..pero ito tlga muna ang dpat mong itanong sa iyong sarili..kailangan ko ba talaga ito?may makukuha ba ako dito o wala?!?yon...hehehe12/19/2005 11:38:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Sinukuan|W|P|hay. pano kung may makukuha ka naman kaso feeling mo hindi pa rin worth it na gawin mo yung mga kapalit non?



waaaah...12/18/2005 10:05:00 PM|W|P|Sinukuan|W|P|

Regrets before the break.

01. I wasn’t able to witness the Oblation RUn in UPD. ASAAARRRRR!!! First time ko pa naman dapat yun sa Diliman. Ang saya-saya pa naman napanood ko sa TV Patrol.

02. I didn’t get to buy even just a single piece of cute stuff in the Christmas Tiangge in school just around the oval (!!!). ASAAAAARRRR din!!! Dead na dead pa naman ako dun sa colorful earrings na nakita ko! ARGH. I promise I will buy my own pair of colorful danglings the next time I go to...kahit saang meron!

03. My plans of hanging out with my film friends didn’t work out. We all got so busy with our own agendas that we didn’t notice the coming of the Christmas break. Maybe next time. T_T

segway lang: hindi na ko tumuloy sa induction ng CAST (cinema arts society). yung org na sana sasalihan ko. na actually, last sem ko pa sinalihan...ewan ko. nagkaproblema kase ng konte. magulo eh. tapos ayon the night before nung induction nagdecide ako na hindi na lang talaga ko sasali. una, ang layo - sa antipolo pa with the bulubundukin chenes and all. pangalawa, wala akong pera - dahil syempre magastos yon. sagot pa naming mga applicants yung chibog ng lahaaaaaat ng kasama. pangatlo, hindi ako pwedeng mag-overnight. pang-apat, imposibleng makarating ako sa call time na 6 am sa katipunan. panglima, ayoko na lang talaga. medyo sad nga lang kase tumuloy yung mga friendships ko tapos ako hinde. pero no regrets naman ako.

The Frustrated Party-Planner.

This is it mga pare! Bakasyon na naman!!!

Well, obviously I’ve been waiting for this time to arrive. You see, I’ve lots of plans for this break and one of those is the supposed-to-be Christmas-Party of our barkada – HS barkada to be specific. Unfortunately, the plan for the party isn’t going too well. The truth is nothing’s really being really planned (!!!). Here I go again, making plans for our get together. Setting dates, finding all sorts of ways to communicate with them, flooding the bulletin board in Friendster, hoping (and praying) to spot even just one of them in YM and just wishing and wishing that the plan goes well.

Just the other night, I talked to Cha on the phone. She asked me about the plan and all that stuff. Well what can I say? “Cha, wala namang nangyayari eh. Baka hindi na matuloy. Wala namang nagrereply sa kanila eh kahit isa.” And that’s the truth. Painful. Really.

“Hay naku nakakainis na talaga sila. Ayan na naman.“ I imagined her making that crumpled face again.

She’s right. Here we go again. Here I go again. Making plans for everything. Exerting efforts for everything. Giving my time for everything. But then again as usual, none of them cooperates. None of them appreciates what I do (!!!). The worst of all is that nobody except for Mike and Cha ever bothers to ask me about that fucking party. Oh, I almost forgot! I almost forgot that this isn’t the first time that this thing happened. This usually happens (!!!). (Cha remember nung sem break? Nag-quote-unquote party tayo. Hello anim lang tayo non.)

Yeah, I’m somehow tired of doing this. Of course, I can understand if they’re busy or what. But I just don’t know why they’re not even lifting a finger just to maybe send me an SMS or give me a message in Friendster or in YM. Pwede rin namang ipasabi na lang nila sa iba kung hindi talaga nila keri.

All I want is for us to gather at least whenever we are free to do so just like on vacations such as this. That’s all. I only want to be with them. To hear their stories about their daily lives, love lives, whatev. I just want us to be together. Can’t they feel that, too?

Spell BREAK. Spell EXCITEMENT.

(anyway, I still have lots of reasons to enjoy the break)

Yikes! I feel so excited!!! Hehehe. It’s because I’ve already started working on my full-length script for my screenplay writing class. Just yesterday, I did some research about the lead characters I am planning to put into my story. And thank God, I was able to somehow tickle my creativity and I found some interesting ideas to spice up not just my characters but the story as well. Although I’m still undergoing so much stress on creating the whole story, at least I’ve already found a good corner to start with. And oh, my photo essay in my other class is getting into my creative nerves, too. It makes me feel more excited. Awww, I can’t wait to go and get working!

Since it’s Christmas. . .

I’ll do what everyone else is allowed to do. I am wishing my heart out!!! (konti lang naman eh) So if any of you wants to be my Santa baby this year... please please keep an eye on the following (hehe):

1. (manual) Single Lens Reflex camera (better known as SLR). Yey. I got this one! Although it’s somewhat old (spell Ancient) already, I still appreciate it and I super thank my Tita Dolly (I know it means so much to her) for letting me have it.

2. My own camcorder (kahit ano na!). Ugh. I know this one would be close to impossible – for now (I hope). But still I am very hopeful that Papa can afford to buy me one because I really need it for my school projects considering my course.

3. Digital SLR. Papa promised me he will buy me one kaya...basta! (cross fingers)

4. Scrapbook stuffs. Oh! I’m so dying to start scrap booking!!!

5. That real-colorful-and-cool knitted bag. I wish nanay wouldn’t forget about me when he arrives to Baguio...

6. a new pair of snickers. oh please! yung sapatos ko grabe, narealize ko na butas na pala nung last ko siyang isinuot nung minsang umuulan. nag-flood to death ang paa ko. actually, may isa pa kong sapatos pero ayoko nun - red and white kase. ayoko ng pulaaah! swear! eh si mama kase ang pumili non at peborit niya ang pulah kaya yon. kahit skechers pa siya never ko siyang sinuot - at isusuot.

7. my vampire romeo. hehehe.

How about you guys, care to share me your wish list? (Not that I can grant any of those. =b hehe)

|W|P|113497269291515444|W|P|randomly.|W|P|stellar28@gmail.com12/19/2005 12:27:00 AM|W|P|Blogger The Guy in Red Sneakers|W|P|o sige. red shoes it is.12/19/2005 01:19:00 AM|W|P|Blogger Sinukuan|W|P|waw. daring. ako ayoko ng red talaga. hehe.12/20/2005 08:38:00 PM|W|P|Blogger The Guy in Red Sneakers|W|P|that's my gift sa yo. i already have one po. regalo rin.

or... would you mind a free weekend pass to neverneverland na lang..?

take your pick...12/20/2005 11:58:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Sinukuan|W|P|oi gusto ko ung pangalawa na lang...

kaso ang saglit naman!12/21/2005 08:46:00 PM|W|P|Blogger editingbug|W|P|haha, pareho tayo. i soooooo hate red. as in. clothes, stuff, basta red. tapos same rin tayo, my mom loves red.12/21/2005 08:53:00 PM|W|P|Blogger The Guy in Red Sneakers|W|P|mahal masyado yung one month pass eh.

besides, what about school..?

mami-miss ka namin na fans mo.

tama na yung weekend. o sige, three days. three days lang ha..?

abangan mo na. nai-UPS ko na. should reach you at 10am bukas.12/14/2005 03:24:00 AM|W|P|Sinukuan|W|P|

Do you know someone who needs hours alone every day? Who loves quiet conversations about feelings or ideas, and can give a dynamite presentation to a big audience, but seems awkward in groups and maladroit at small talk? Who has to be dragged to parties and then needs the rest of the day to recuperate? Who growls or scowls or grunts or winces when accosted with pleasantries by people who are just trying to be nice?

If so, do you tell this person he is "too serious," or ask if he is okay? Regard him as aloof, arrogant, and rude? Redouble your efforts to draw him out?

If you answered yes to these questions, chances are that you have an introvert on your hands—and that you aren't caring for him properly. Science has learned a good deal in recent years about the habits and requirements of introverts. It has even learned, by means of brain scans that introvert process information differently from other people (I am not making this up). If you are behind the curve on this important matter, be reassured that you are not alone. Introverts may be common, but they are also among the most misunderstood and aggrieved groups in America, possibly the world.

What is introversion?

In its modern sense, the concept goes back to the 1920s and the psychologist Carl Jung. Today it is a mainstay of personality tests, including the widely used Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. Introverts are not necessarily shy. Shy people are anxious or frightened or self-excoriating in social settings; introverts generally are not. Introverts are also not misanthropic, though some of us do go along with Sartre as far as to say "Hell is other people at breakfast." Rather, introverts are people who find other people tiring.

Extroverts are energized by people, and wilt or fade when alone. They often seem bored by themselves, in both senses of the expression. Leave an extrovert alone for two minutes and he will reach for his cell phone. In contrast, after an hour or two of being socially "on," we introverts need to turn off and recharge. My own formula is roughly two hours alone for every hour of socializing. This isn't antisocial. It isn't a sign of depression. It does not call for medication. For introverts, to be alone with our thoughts is as restorative as sleeping, as nourishing as eating. Our motto: "I'm okay, you're okay—in small doses."

How many people are introverts?

I performed exhaustive research on this question, in the form of a quick Google search. The answer: About 25 percent. Or: Just under half. Or—my favorite—"a minority in the regular population but a majority in the gifted population."

Are introverts misunderstood?

Wildly. That, it appears, is our lot in life. "It is very difficult for an extrovert to understand an introvert," write the education experts Jill D. Burruss and Lisa Kaenzig. (They are also the source of the quotation in the previous paragraph.) Extroverts are easy for introverts to understand, because extroverts spend so much of their time working out who they are in voluble, and frequently inescapable, interaction with other people. They are as inscrutable as puppy dogs. But the street does not run both ways. Extroverts have little or no grasp of introversion. They assume that company, especially their own, is always welcome. They cannot imagine why someone would need to be alone; indeed, they often take umbrage at the suggestion. As often as I have tried to explain the matter to extroverts, I have never sensed that any of them really understood. They listen for a moment and then go back to barking and yipping.

Are introverts oppressed?

I would have to say so. For one thing, extroverts are overrepresented in politics, a profession in which only the garrulous are really comfortable. Look at George W. Bush. Look at Bill Clinton. They seem to come fully to life only around other people. To think of the few introverts who did rise to the top in politics—Calvin Coolidge, Richard Nixon—is merely to drive home the point. With the possible exception of Ronald Reagan, whose fabled aloofness and privateness were probably signs of a deep introverted streak (many actors, I've read, are introverts, and many introverts, when socializing, feel like actors), introverts are not considered "naturals" in politics.

Extroverts therefore dominate public life. This is a pity. If we introverts ran the world, it would no doubt be a calmer, saner, more peaceful sort of place. As Coolidge is supposed to have said, "Don't you know that four fifths of all our troubles in this life would disappear if we would just sit down and keep still?" (He is also supposed to have said, "If you don't say anything, you won't be called on to repeat it." The only thing a true introvert dislikes more than talking about himself is repeating himself.)

With their endless appetite for talk and attention, extroverts also dominate social life, so they tend to set expectations. In our extrovertist society, being outgoing is considered normal and therefore desirable, a mark of happiness, confidence, leadership. Extroverts are seen as bighearted, vibrant, warm, empathic. "People person" is a compliment. Introverts are described with words like "guarded," "loner," "reserved," "taciturn," "self-contained," "private"—narrow, ungenerous words, words that suggest emotional parsimony and smallness of personality. Female introverts, I suspect, must suffer especially. In certain circles, particularly in the Midwest, a man can still sometimes get away with being what they used to call a strong and silent type; introverted women, lacking that alternative, are even more likely than men to be perceived as timid, withdrawn, haughty.

Are introverts arrogant?

Hardly. I suppose this common misconception has to do with our being more intelligent, more reflective, more independent, more level-headed, more refined, and more sensitive than extroverts. Also, it is probably due to our lack of small talk, a lack that extroverts often mistake for disdain. We tend to think before talking, whereas extroverts tend to think by talking, which is why their meetings never last less than six hours. "Introverts," writes a perceptive fellow named Thomas P. Crouser, in an online review of a recent book called Why Should Extroverts Make All the Money? (I'm not making that up, either), "are driven to distraction by the semi-internal dialogue extroverts tend to conduct. Introverts don't outwardly complain, instead roll their eyes and silently curse the darkness." Just so.

The worst of it is that extroverts have no idea of the torment they put us through.

Sometimes, as we gasp for air amid the fog of their 98-percent-content-free talk, we wonder if extroverts even bother to listen to themselves. Still, we endure stoically, because the etiquette books—written, no doubt, by extroverts—regard declining to banter as rude and gaps in conversation as awkward. We can only dream that someday, when our condition is more widely understood, when perhaps an Introverts' Rights movement has blossomed and borne fruit, it will not be impolite to say "I'm an introvert. You are a wonderful person and I like you. But now please shush."

'Think outside the box' (Jenny Yuen) Many people prefer to spend time alone, work better independently than in group settings and cherish celebrating birthdays with close friends rather than with large groups. This introverted personality is often stereotyped as unstable, lonely and anti-social, but, Olsen Laney said there are many advantages to being introverted. She said introverts are likely to be resilient, determined, good listeners, creative thinkers and very knowledgeable about themselves. Introverts think outside the box and express themselves better in writing than in speech,” Olsen Laney said. Wil Ling, a 44-year-old introvert who was in the audience, said this way of thinking has its own uniqueness. “North American society and culture seem to give preference to the outgoing person, but it’s good to see that being introverted has its own advantages,” said Ling, a freelance researcher and translator.

'Might be hereditary'

Although there aren’t any studies that show how introversion originates, Olsen Laney said it might be hereditary. “I do think it’s genetic, because there are countries (where many people) are introverted,” she said, citing Japan as an example. “There are actually are genes that decide which neurotransmitter your brain is using, and then decides which pathway your brain goes down.” Introverts and extroverts have very different thought pathways.

  • The extrovert is known for the “fight-or-flight” personality, which involves information shooting toward emotional parts of the brain and then being stored in the short-term memory.
  • Introverted personalities tend to run on a “rest-and-digest” route, where information is considered more analytically and is deposited in long-term memory.

One system is focused on our inside world and another (on) the outside world,” she said. “We have and need both those systems, but we are dominant in either one or the other.”

A loss for words The result, said Olsen Laney, is that introverted people may find they have difficulty retrieving words under pressure. “Because our internal world is already quite active, we can easily get over stimulated, she said, speaking from her own experience. “That is when we get vapor-locked and can’t think as fast.” This may lead some to believe introverts are stupid, but Olsen Laney said 16 per cent of gifted people are introverts. “They need to learn how to retrieve long-term memories,” she said. “I often wondered why I could talk rather easily and meet new people and other times I didn’t have any thought in my mind.” The answer may be in acetylcholine, a neurotransmitter that regulates human memory. Olsen Laney said a lack of acetylcholine was recently linked to Alzheimer’s disease, and that eating eggs, which contain those receptors, can give introverts that added memory boost. “It might be possible that introverts that keep their acetylcholine levels up may not get Alzheimer’s,” she said.

'Behavior often mistaken for aloofness' Introversion may also affect one’s family life if there is a clash of extroverted parents with introverted kids. It may also impact one’s career if a boss does not think an introverted employee contributes enough because introverts tend to keep information to themselves. This behavior is often mistaken for aloofness. “If you just ask them, it’s amazing what ideas they’ll tell you,” she said. Still, Olsen Laney said there are ways for introverts to cope with uncomfortable social functions without mentally breaking down. She said they can be social at events where there is interesting conversation, but not when it’s a party that they feel is meaningless. “Introverted people don’t like to be interrupted because it’s hard to find your train of thought again,” she said. “A lot of the reasons introverted people are seen the way they are is because chit-chat is totally unrewarding for our system.” Ling agreed. “I feel I can build a deeper relationship with maybe not a lot of friends, but with a few that I prefer to build up in an intimate way,” he said.

How can I let the introvert in my life know that I support him and respect his choice?

First, recognize that it's not a choice. It's not a lifestyle. It's an orientation.

Second, when you see an introvert lost in thought, don't say "What's the matter?" or "Are you all right?"

Third, don't say anything else, either.

Thanks to these people, Jonathan Rauch and Jenny Yuen for these very enlightening articles (which I merged into one).

Well, finally I’ve figured out lots of things about myself (Yes, I am an introvert and I’m nothing but proud to be one.) For many years, I have been thinking about the way I behave and why do lots of people usually misunderstand me. I kept on finding the reasons why they usually don’t get my point, why do they treat me the way they do and why can’t I easily fit in. Thanks to God and to this article for now I’ve finally solved one of the most complicated puzzles I was carrying for so many years. I hope you guys are well informed as well. This information would be a lot of help for so many introverts out there who are all just like me – misunderstood.

Btw, all of those emphases are mine. = )

|W|P|113455961329655996|W|P|enlighten yourselves.|W|P|stellar28@gmail.com12/17/2005 07:17:00 AM|W|P|Blogger yayam|W|P|is it possible to be in between? :D12/18/2005 09:14:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Sinukuan|W|P|i think it's either you are more on the other side than in between...
kasi dati feeling ko din in between ako..pero hindi pala.12/21/2005 08:59:00 PM|W|P|Blogger editingbug|W|P|wahaa! dapat talaga mag-usap tayo palagi daens! mukhang pareho nga tayo mag-isip!12/22/2005 11:31:00 AM|W|P|Anonymous Anonymous|W|P|Woo...Introverted people are the best, quiet and reserved...etc, but on a personal note I hate being one! "gibanonymous@gmail.com"12/09/2005 04:00:00 AM|W|P|Sinukuan|W|P|

Kaninang umaga, malamig. Pinagsamang simoy ng hangin tuwing pasko at saka singaw ng lupa tuwing umuulan. Maaga akong nagising pero tanghali pa ang pasok ko kaya tumambay muna ko sa kwarto ko. sa 2nd floor ng palasyo namen. Kakaiba tong umagang to kase first time kong tumambay dun ng walang tugtog. Nung una nagpapatugtog naman talaga ko pero pinatay ko na lang yung radyo. Feeling ko kase puro ingay lang ang isinusuka ng mga FM stations. Ayokong lumamon o malamon ng suka. Nagliligalig na ngang magaling ang utak ko pati ang simura ko eh…

Ang totoo nostalgic ang mga ganung eksena para saken. Umuulan, malamig, mag-isa lang akong nakakulong sa pink kong kwarto tapos ubod ng tahimik. Tuwing dumarating saken ang mga ganung pagkakataon , malamang isa lang sa tatlong to ang ginagawa ko: kung hindi ako excited na nagbabasa ng bagong librong nahiram ko sa layb eh nagsusulat naman ako ng kahit anong nagpapakati sa mga daliri o ko di kaya wala lang, nakatingin lang ako sa kisame habang pinapanood ang mga imaheng gawa-gawa ko lang at ako lang ang makakakakita.

At kanina nga ginawa ko ang isa sa mga yun.

Nagsulat ako. Nagsulat ako sa colorful kong stripes na journal. Yung malaki. Yung bagong bili ko nitong pasukan ng 2nd sem. Nagsulat ako pero hindi tulad ng mga nakagawian kong isulat ang isinulat ko.

Nagdasal ako.

Nagdasal ako kay Lord (oo kay Lord at hindi sa kung sinong lord) at iyon ang isinulat ko sa journal ko. Isinulat ko para siguradong wala akong makalimutan at para may format ang dasal ko (OC kase ko talaga pagdating sa mga format ng mga bagay-bagay). Syempre hindi naman siya mukhang peyk. At hindi talaga siya peyk. Galing sa puso ko lahat ng isinulat ko dun. Pati yung mga luhang pumatak sa papel galing lahat sa puso ko yun (hindi naman dahil sa puso ko ang umiiyak noh). Nasabi kong lahat-lahat. Buong-buo. Isinulat kong lahat kahit na alam kong alam na naman ni Lord kung anong iniisip ko. Alam kong mas makakabuti para sa aming dalawa kung sasabihin ko Sa Kanya mismo. Bukod dun, gumaang din ang loob ko. Sa wakas, may napagsabihan na ko. Sa wakas napakawalan ko na.

Kung anuman yun, hindi ko na sasabihin pa dito. Sa amin na lang dalawa yun.

Basta ang pinakadahilan lang naman ay naguguluhan ako. Nawawalan ako ng pag-asa. Nauubos ang kompiyansa ko sa sarili ko. Parang unti-unti akong namamatay.

Hiniling ko na liwanagan niya ang utak ko. Hiniling ko na tulungan niya kong magdesisyon. Sabi ko bigyan niya ko ng sign sa kung anumang gusto niyang gawin ko. Sa kung anumang makakabuti para saken at sa lahat. Sabi ko pa nga bilisan niya eh (ang sama sama ko talaga. Demanding ako).

Tapos kanina sa school nung nag-CR ako nakita ko si Mam Libay. Siya yung prof ko sa Screenplay writing class ko (two times Palanca Award winner po siya).

Ako: Hi Ma’am. Siya: (naghuhugas ng kamay. May bago siyang henna tattoo sa mga kamay niya. Ang gandaaa.) Oi. Anong scriptwriting class ka? Diba ikaw si Daena? Ako: Opo. Siya: Ah tama Monday ka. Kakatapos ko lang checkan yung papel mo. Maganda yung script mo ha. Big potential. Ako: (pangiti-ngiti lang) Siya: Teka, nagra-write ka na ba dati pa? Ako: Hindi po. Siya: Talaga? Big potential ha.

Sabay labas ng CR.

Hindi ko naman alam na ganung kabilis ibibigay ni Lord yung hinihingi kong sign. = )

|W|P|113413001604799371|W|P|hindi natutulog si Lord.|W|P|stellar28@gmail.com12/09/2005 01:05:00 PM|W|P|Anonymous Anonymous|W|P|ang galing galing!!!!

galing ni LORD at galing mo sister!!! :D12/09/2005 07:15:00 PM|W|P|Anonymous Anonymous|W|P|wow, na-inspire naman ako dun sa prayer mo kay lord. siya lang talaga ang makakatulong satin sa mga bagay n wala tyong control.

nakarelate tlaga ako at na-inspire..12/10/2005 06:21:00 PM|W|P|Blogger yayam|W|P|God is so good. all the time. :D

have a nice week! :D12/11/2005 02:51:00 AM|W|P|Anonymous Anonymous|W|P|just goes to show that you deserve what you prayed for. :)

keep up the faith.12/11/2005 09:55:00 PM|W|P|Blogger The Guy in Red Sneakers|W|P|sinabi na nila lahat e.

agree, agree.12/12/2005 12:03:00 AM|W|P|Anonymous Anonymous|W|P|eia.. =) ay nako.. mahilig din ako humingi ng signs kay Lord..

alam mo ako.. natutuwa ako basahin ung blog ko.. sabi ko nga sa sarili ko.. sna kaya ko din magsulat ng kagaya mo.. frustrated writer ako.. kaya nabibilib ako pagka nakakabasa ako ng mga magagandang gawa.. kaya trust me na nabibilib ako sa blog mo.. sa contents nito..

talking to god is such a wonderful feeling.. nagawa ko na din yan.. andun ako sa church..sa harap nia mismo.. umiiyak nga din ako nu ne.. hehehe.. pagtapos ko.. ang gaan gaan ng loob ko.. at dun ako nagsimulang maging masaya.. =)12/12/2005 09:39:00 PM|W|P|Blogger freyti|W|P|nakaktwach nmn yung sinabi mo about kay LORD!hay...wag kang mag-alala,hnd k tlga nyan papabayaan ni,lord..maganda nga ang kapalit sa mga luha mo!u deserved it gurl!12/14/2005 01:33:00 AM|W|P|Anonymous Anonymous|W|P|how inspiring.Ü
hope you're doing great.
take care!12/14/2005 01:33:00 AM|W|P|Anonymous Anonymous|W|P|that was me, rüss12/14/2005 02:49:00 AM|W|P|Blogger Sinukuan|W|P|hey guys! thanks for the comments! merry christmaaaas sa inyong lahat!!!-->