my thing

i have a thing

its the whiteness of the snow

and the serene beauty as it glow

the delicate contour of dandelions

and heavenly scent of lavenders

it's the dark mystery of the ocean

and what lies underneath

it's the sappy movies

and the happy endings of fairy tales

i don't know why

but colors suck me in

i'm obsessed with rainbow

and the mushy colors of cotton candies

and the jelly beans, oh! the jelly beans

i could not decide

if its the eerie sounds they produce

or maybe the way they play in the water

but how could one not love dolphins

for the love of God, they are... DOLPHINS

you might not get it

but i'm a sucker

a sucker of happy endings

a dreamer

of what life has to offer

a believer

of pure happiness

i have a thing

i have a thing for life

2K

i reached 2000 visitors on the Philippines alone. haha!

though, i felt sorry for you guys, you stumble here, reading nonsense posts. i know, you leave this page without learning anything and without gaining points on your IQ, but, thank you.

believe me, i wanna write about the power of love and the beauty of life, but, my brain freezes everytime. but, i'm trying here! one day, soonish, i could post here something worth reading. and not just those angsty, manic and out of the blue thoughts that just spilled out of nowhere. and if you guys understand, all i'm sayin' is that, i need an inspiration. come on! where is HE?!

and again, yay for my 2000-ish visitors.

alone

There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It wasn’t ‘cause I thought I’d be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It’s easier to be alone, because what if you learn that you need love and you don’t have it? What if you like it and lean on it? What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain? Losing love is like organ damage. It’s like dying. The only difference is death ends. This? It could go on forever.

– Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy

adik sa twitter

i want that cute blueish check mark on my twitter page, too. like lady gaga and oprah has. do i need to pay fortune for that?

but thinking about my 34 followers.... nevermind.
hey, i might not have millions, but, that's still 34 honest and loyal followers. and very funny at that.

wait! i got one, too. so, now i'm a rock star. haha! 

thanks to my sponsors, ms-paint and lady gaga's page (i syndicate the check mark from her page).

humaygad! small things like this, makes me happy. and fake at that. pathetic..
this post screams one thing, BOREDOME!

^.^

wanna feel lucky? try losing your wallet and recover it after an hour of turning your room upside down. wew, feels like i just won the lottery!

eye candy

patrick would you do the world a favor and be gloriously naked all the time??

Patrick Dempsey

woah! i need vitamins here and i think your the best prescription a doctor could ever give. you're such an eye candy, get in my bed. you're giving me small orgasms.. rawr!! biga mode!

i have high hopes that one day there will be shortage on shirts supply and patrick haven't had the chance to acquire one. so he goes topless all the time. wahahahah.

sidenote: ma, i'd appreciate it a lot if you'd leave from this page...

hit and run

it's awkward when you meet your new hired colleague and turns out that he was your college instructor. what's more awkward?! he didn't even remember me. haha! i was wondering, how bad of a student i was then? anyway, i shouldn't be suprise, i'm a "hit and run" student during college. i bet i didn't even utter a single word in his class. that's how forgettable i was. i never talk, which is unbelievable, but really, that's my technique to not draw attention from the teachers. i detest the craft that i was in and i was not good at it. so, i set my mind to not like it. i digress.

now, i do not know how to approach him. or should i go like "hi sir, it's me, i was once your student! remember?!... the one always with the blank face?".

then later on, he was greeted by my two colleagues who had been once his students, too. one was younger than me and the other one is older than me. and of course, HE REMEMBERS THEM VERY WELL! should i feel bad about it? wew! i'm trying to wrap my mind around it and i couldn't see any loophole seeing as the time graph said that my studies took place in between theirs, or i should have reasoned out the time difference of our schooling for his memory gap.

i am a little frightened of what his answer may, but i still feel the need to ask - "you remember them? why didn't you remember me?" then comes his CLASSIC reply, "(in cebuano) they are very talkative and very good students?". i skip a heartbeat or two. even my 3 year old niece could understand what he implies. i could take the opposite of talkative, but the latter? i choose to stay it as is and did not dig further. but of course i dig further and it hurts the ego!

i just save him from further uneasiness by joking about it. anyway, that was fun and funny. it's good seeing long lost aquintance in work. and he seemed very nice. though, i can't remember what subject i was with him coz all programming subjects looks the same to me. and i rate them equally: they sucks.

did i mention it?, i detest my course!!

oh common! have some slack. i was dwarfed by my dost scholar classmates at that time. and they love what they're doing. me? hit and run!

ps: you may ask, "why did you take up this course and mock about it?". that, my friend, is another chapter of the story.

at least i could talk

the moment i heard that we don't have the privilege to browse through non-work related sites in the internet anymore, i suddenly forgot how to breath. i even skip a heartbeat or two. then my heart starts to palpitate. though my face looks like "i don't care, it wont affect me, anyway" but my brain said the total opposite - "sorry, WHAT?, are you freakin' kidding me?". that's the brain talkin'. believe me, the "i don't care" look at that time is the best acting i played so far, i should be given an oscar award for that.

forget about the "duh" face and hear me out first. you see, internet is my escape. it's what keeping me sane from the thousand of words that my brain needs to process everyday. words that is farthest away from entertaining. words that does not even tell a story. words i so desperately dream that would magically incorporate into an entertaining book. words separated by semi-colon (;). words that cannot be found in a dictionary. words understood by IT people only. words i soooooooooo want to love for like 10 years now, but really, i'm having a hard time.

and the logs... forget about the logs.

so, yeah! go back to the non work-related sites, it's what keeps my brain cells to energize when they're starting to decease. so now, you could imagine how my neurons are slowly disintegrating. SOS!

all work and no play, makes me one of the dull juans.

though, i loosen up by doing what i do best. TALK. to anyone that has mouth. now, if you people will interdict to this, too, i'm gonna snap. a person can only take so much.

sorry to facebook and twitter, one less loyal user for them. haha.

it's only been a week (is it? why it feels like a thousand years?) and i nearly loss my mind.