prexypinoy to the world

There is joy in reading. There is this uncontrollable force that sticks you into a book, a magazine or even a piece of article. As for me, the more personal the article is, the more worthy it is to be given attention to. Oh no! I'm not trying to pry or be nosy about anything, it's just that I admire spontaneity and candidness in a content. Maybe that's the reason why I'm hooked up with this blogging stuff. But even then, I had this habit of just reading anything and later on sharing it. It's like information dissemination right? A true job for a P.I.O. A good friend waited for me at the school's lobby, I asked her why she's meeting me there and not at my classroom, I then realized that she's bringing a very beautiful bouquet of white with pink edge petals on it. It was so nice. I saw how overwhelmed she was. Well, that worked Mr. T! Anyway, I was asked, if you were to be given a gift, not really that fancy, between roses and teddy bear what would you lik

"We've been born together. We've experienced the pain and the laughter. We've always been best of friends. It's you who knows me best."- an old doctor told his privates this same line I couldn't help but laugh while being told this. The wife told us about how she found her husband doctor talking with his privates on the bed one cold morning. My gosh! Was it due to old age? Or was it... I mean, Nah! It sounds really funny but these instances do happen. Forgive me for rather being restrictive about this, blame it to the fact that I am single! Period. Sometimes, no matter how we try to keep things burning, it's just not happening. Things come to a point of real change. The things you admire most before, soon you'll grow tired of it. I hope this limits to THINGS and not to PERSONS. But maybe, it does. I have this cousin whom I really am fond of when I was younger. In fact, he was the little brother that I never really had. He was the extension of my bo

Greatest Ambition: Flight Attendant Present Occupation: Constant Wannabe Darn! While it is common knowledge that I really want to be a Flight Attendant, I chose not to. Okay, I submitted a resume for PAL sometime after college, got a call and scheduled for an interview, now what? never attended. It may sound as a lame excuse but I wasn't able to secure permission from my boss that time. Or should I say that the permission I asked was a bit too weak for the determination i had. I remembered, I got a call at home and I was told to go to a hotel for an interview at 2pm. I came to work in a rather fashionable way (of course, quite different from my ordinary getup). I had my hair fixed and my shoes done. I was hesitant to approach my boss since I was on probation (below 6 months from the company I am currently in). It took me seconds to finally blurt out what I wanna say and Boom! My boss then just gave me a questionable look, from her face, I know it meant a big NO! Anyway, I can say

This might be a confession. Beware! How do I see my self in two years' time? Well- traveled! Ask me this personally and the same answer applies. Perhaps by that time, I've explored bits and pieces of Philly and traveled vast across Asia. How about in five years' time? Jet setter! Had my Euro trip, visit a city inside a city, kissed the pope's hand, visited remnants of old footprints, discovered wonders of basilicas and unfold history of ancient times. How about in seven years' time? Expert trekker! Climbed Andes, Hiked Kilimanjaro, Summit of Himalayas, or even reached peak of Everest. Imagination much? Who knows! There is nothing impossible for a vagabond. Born and out in this world, taken as a playground for explorations and discoveries. There is no better thinking than this. But wait, Why do I always associate travel with my future? Sometimes, I wonder if I'd be able to pull myself out of my to-be-where list. You see, I wonder why in how-many-years'-time,

I choose not to think. Thinking is a very complicated process. It provokes passion and fantasy, bliss and wonder, thrill and suspense and of course, picturesque images of almost anything. But for me, thinking has a different meaning. It takes millions of scope under its wing. So what do I have against thinking? To say the least, in the normal setting, I have nothing against it. It proves my humanity. It is a concrete proof of my existence. But under the context of imagination, my answer quite differs. It builds and rebuilds me. Let's categorize what I ought to say. Thinking for the purpose of checking balance between reality and the ideal is the normal setting of how thinking works. This is the type of thinking when sometimes you wish to continue and along the process makes you want to stop. When you think of reality, it either inspires you or breaks you. Either way, It serves as a test to determine where you are at that certain point of time. Thinking for the purpose of fanta