sunday madness

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harry all grown up

tutor, math and me

our body, when exposed to something we dont like reacts in an amazing way. its like its programmed to develop an alibi for you.

my cousin kyle is in first grade. he tosses his bag as soon as he gets home then heads out to play. about 5 minutes into his freedom his most hated person comes in - his tutor. so most of the time - he'd say hes sleepy, sometimes hes tired or hungry, one time he even took a shower. he will do anything to keep the poor teacher away.

kyle hates his tutor.

i never liked math. simple math, algebra, whatever! since elementary i look at math teachers as terrors even if they are nice. i hate them for no reason. i seriously get a fever before a math exam. i dont know how that happens, maybe out of nervousness thinking that i'll probably shit my pants in the middle of the test. thank goodness for calculators because -

i hate math.

here comes the sad part. you. have you ever heard of someone saying that he forgets something because he's so in on what he was doing. like when i forget to eat when i play the guitar. like how mothers burn what they are cooking because of watching tv. like when someone forgets that its time to sleep when shes talking to you because she loves listening to you. somehow YOU manage to be the exact opposite.

you remember all the things you have to do. you suddenly have to cut your nails, you have to go to the bathroom every 20 minutes. you need to go outside to smoke. you like to talk to someone else. you feel like cleaning your car. you have to cook because you are hungry right after lunch. you are tired and instantly falls asleep.

so maybe - just maybe- i thought, you hate me like kyle hates his tutor, you hate me like i hate math.

wake up

this is the real world. no glass slippers. but there's always a villain who will try to destroy your life.

ps.
dont get your hopes up on prince charming. they're long gone.

concealer

i look like an unhappy person, honestly. though i know(i really do) that we should just enjoy life, even if it gets scary.

i also know this - that i have no reason to be sad. other parts of my life might suck but most of the time im lucky or just luckier. i have a very smart daughter and we are able to give her her needs. we have enough.

the real deal is - i am happy but im scared. sometimes, when everything is perfect i know something bad is bound to happen. when you have all that you possibly want, its terrifying. it feels like you're about to lose something.

its hurts to be negative about anything. i get scared before i appreciate things and be happy.

hi, am i you? are you still me?

do you ever feel like you are here but you are not really here? you stare at one thing so long that people think that you are deep into your thoughts but you're not.. you're just looking, not thinking.

b_l_a_n_k

not high. not sad. not happy. just there, existing.

we were on the beach last week. there i was, walking on fine sand, waves kiss my feet. i walked far from the crowded beach until the the noise faded. i enjoyed the walk with the ocean and the sun. i forgot how i loved the sand, sun and sea. it was pure bliss to be reunited with the things you thought you can live without.

its like when you quit smoking and then sadly went back to your vice. the first puff is like breaking free! you are happy though you know that cigarettes are disgusting.

sometimes all that matters is that you are happy. sometimes all you need is to do what you really like - even if it is bad. sometimes you just need to be you and forget about what everyone else might think.

its not bad to put yourself first - sometimes.

"mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain that they are their own" - Aristotle

thats kind of messed up! anyway, Happy Mothers Day to all the moms out there! it should be mothers day everyday!

my ending to rej's Last Man Standing

there he was, typing away
since all he got is a name,
while searching for her
he better pray

google, yahoo
twitter, multiply
nothing came up
but he just couldn't stop

what's the popular networking site?
everyone's on facebook, right?
"if i cant find her here -
then lets call it a night"

nervously he typed her name and clicked search
many girls are named the same, i suppose.
but one girl stood out, she has the smile that he remembers
the girl from the train is now the girl in this profile picture.

add as a friend, send her a message
he couldn't decide
but his heart skipped a beat
when her status said : Married.

seated outside a coffee shop at Tomas Morato. looking up, thinking i really miss my blog. i saw Vice Ganda that night.

before i sleep, i will pray.
with my eyes closed and with no words.
i'll have only my heart and his understanding.