Ang mga nilalaman ng blog na ito ay solong pag-aari ng may-akda (bukod na lang kung sinabi niyang hindi...) at mahigpit na ipinagbabawal ang pagkopya, pamimirata at paggamit ng mga ito sa ibang paraan.
Pero kung ayaw niyong papigil... bahala kayo. Meron naman tayong tinatawag na KARMA!
@ Asar ako dahil... Sira ang PC ko!!! ARGH! I knew that ancient artifact was about to give up one of these days!!! Tigang ako sa internet! DOUBLE ARGH!
@ Currently addicted to... ABS-CBN's Stained Glass. See latest post (May 05: Job hunting) for details. Ang guwapo kasi ni Dong Gun Oppa talaga!!!
@ Kras kong ilegal si... John Vladimir Manalo ng Goin' Bulilit. Need I explain kung bakit "ilegal" ang pagka-kras ko dito???
@ Latest hobby... Researching about Seoul, Korea and learning how to speak in Korean for a fan fiction I'm writing entitled "Cloudy Eyed Girl."
@ Plug lang... Michael Cruz' Official Site is now online! Check it out!
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And I love you so
And I love you so The people ask me how How I've lived 'til now I tell them I don't know I guess they understand How lonely life has been But life began again The day you took my hand And yes I know, how lonely life can be The shadows follow me And the night won't set me free But I don't let the evening get me down Now that you're around me And yes I know, how lonely life can be The shadows follow me And the night won't set me free But I don't let the evening get me down Now that you're around me
magic sing!!! | an iPod! | mini mp3 player | SONY discman | 5 megapixel digicam with firewire | a new cellphone with hi-res camera | a new PC monitor and keyboard set
Beatles Album Collection | Michael Jackson's HIStory | Eraserheads Anthology | The Calling's 1st and 2nd album | a new guitar | Sugarfree's Dramachine
Angels & Demons by Dan Brown | Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom | Pugad Baboy 1-17 by Pol Medina (complete collection) | Secrets of the Code (Guide to reading The Da Vinci Code) | Like Water for Chocolate by Laura Esquivel
Will & Grace Seasons 1-7 | Queer Eye for the Straight Guy | My Boyfriend is Type B (Korea)
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.songs in my head.
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"Alam kong hindi niya kasalanang magmahal ng iba, pero sana hindi ka niya sinasaktan." - text ni Beb (02.01.05)
* Friday, September 3 *
It's funny how we measure happiness at different stages in our lives and yet don't realize that what we really want is something intangible.
When I was a kid, my measure of happiness is counted on how many hours I get to play outside our gate, how many times I win over my Daddy when we play Super Mario on the Family Computer, how much money I have in my little piggy bank, how big my tex and Funny Komiks collection is and how pretty my little pencils look when they are sharpened.
As years passed by, my measure of happiness became more like luho or caprice. I was happy when I had more money for baon because then I can buy some plastic balloon or candy. I was happy when I got to swap pretty little stationery and stickers with my classmates. I was happy when my Daddy bought me new game cartridges or a new remote-controlled car (yes, a remote-controlled car, not a Barbie doll... note how confused I was when I was younger. hahaha!).
When I stepped into High School I began to appreciate the little things that people do for me everyday. It is probably because I was a transferee, didn't know anyone from my new school and was feeling lost and all alone. From the semi-popular, talkative and energetic girl I was in elementary, I became a lonely, problematic loser in High School.
Even then, I learned that happiness was not only acquired from material things. I learned that a helping hand with an Algebra assignment was reason enough to be happy. So is an 78 on a subject that my mind refuses to digest (at least I didn't fail). And so is a free meal of rice and fish when I forgot my money at home.
I grew from High School to College, and I was extremely happy and sad at the same time. Happy that I finally finished my secondary education, made a lot of friends, etched a lot of memories, danced a lot of tunes. Yet, I was sad because I was scared of the new things that were about to come. I was scared of something I didn't know, and what made me even sad was the fact that my High School family wouldn't be there for me anymore to look after me.
However, in college I surprisingly had the time of my life. I would like to believe that I had fallen in love, bruised and injured myself in the process (he didn't catch me...), and learned a lot from my friends who had also experienced the same. My happiness was then measured on how many times he texted me, how long we were together in a single day, how he said my name over and over, how he looked when he smiled or frowned or smirked. Ang babaw na minsan, pero masaya pa rin ako.
Happiness then was also measured on how many 3.0's or 3.5's I'd gotten from my professors. Believe me, it was a damn good feeling to get those kinds of grades especially when you've been getting nosebleeds because of too much work and deadlines.
Now that I'm in the "real world," so they say, I look back and I see that by ratio and proportion, I've been happy a lot more times than not. Okay yun, diba? But the thing is... I realize nowadays that the more I get older day by day, the more I see little things as sources of happiness. And I mean, sobrang bababaw na dahilan na minsan natatawa ako sa sarili ko kasi ang BABAW ko talaga.
I don't take that against myself, though. In fact I believe that we should all look at our lives always with awe and appreciation that we have been given another day to breathe, and live and hug the ones we love. No matter how babaw I am, I'm thankful for having this positive attitude, for being able to see how blessed I am to experience what I have been experiencing these past few months.
My happiness? See the names below in my thank you list... they have been consistent in making me happy. My only wish is that they are as happy as I am being their family or friend. :)