prexypinoy to the world

Real World… Two words I often hear my classmates blabbering about during philo, theo or practicum time during my university years. And then came my inquisitive side, “so these people seriously think there is such a world as a fake world?”. They keep on insisting that in the real world, things are harsher, even miserable. problematic. Ah! very negative, ayt? Speaking of this world, It is where I am rite now. So here I am constantly contemplating about the biggest issue of my life. (What else but lovelife? nyahaha.. kidding!) HAPPINESS! On a more serious note, It’s not that, I am totally unhappy of how things are but given some options, i think I’d be happier. Boohoo. This is what they call discontentment I know, but can I be blamed for something I truly feel? I daresay not. It’s being real. Opening Myself. Anyways, I don’t know what happened but I think some things are losing its luster. It’s boring me. I feel I’m better off with something more active, something more outdoor. Just like

..nalilito, ang puso ko’y nabubugbog (?), ako nga ba’y minahal mo?..hindi makontak, ang layo, kailanma’y di ko nabihag ang iyong puso.. (In English,..so confused, my heart’s bruised, was I ever loved by you..out of reach, so far, i never had your heart..) Para maiba, bakit di gamitin ang ating lenggwahe upang maiparamdam ang saloobin? ( handa na ang aking panyong ibinalabal ko na sa aking ilong, tumutulo na ang dugo, ngunit kakayanin kong tapusin to..haha) Pauwi na ako nang maramdaman kong kumukulo na ang aking sikmura. Gutom na gutom, imbes na dumiretso ng bahay, naisip kong pumunta sa *mol. Kumain ako sa isang *bilis-pagkain (fastfood), at pumwesto sa gitnang bahagi. “Ano ngayun kung nag iisa ako?” hiyaw ng isip ko. Nang makita ko ang pagkain, nilantakan ko na, wala ng pakialamanan, hindi ko naman ninakaw yun. Ngumunguya ako nang mapansin kong may pumwestong mala amerikanong binata sa aking harapan. Makisig, Maamo ang mukha. Mala-adonis ang tayo. Ang puso ko! Ako’y medyo napatanga (S

"So you read 'em?" So here's the deal, why would I be ashamed of admitting that I read tagalog pocketbooks? I mean, if we only give it a chance, it's a great market. There's a lot of good tagalog pocketbook writers. Besides, isn't it being nationalistic? It's loving our own. Supporting something made and written in our native land. haha Anyways, my friend (a very avid fan of stephenie meyer) babbles about twilight and all other three books, no offense meant, I've been meaning to read those 'cause it kinda interest me also but I don't like the feeling of being *seemingly bragged about. It iritates how you try to share what you read and then she barges in, with sparkling eyes, cutting me in my midsentence and you know..hmnn whatever! But hey, I know this isn't right, if I have a problem with that then I should let her know and not express it in this good 'ol blog. Yeah yeah, im taking the blame. Anyhow, let it be known that I'm su