prexypinoy to the world

Kahit nais kong magsulat na gamit ang wikang Ingles, sisikapin ko sa pangatlong pagkakataon ang magsulat sa wikang aking nakagisnan. Kung tutuusin siguro'y kung wala ang telebisyon at radyo, pati mga pahayagan, malamang di ko naman tlaga matututunang magsalita nito. Paano'y sa aming pook, bisaya naman talaga ang pangunahing dayalekto. Subalit, ang aking pagsulat ay t ungkol sa isang napipintong paglalakwatsa este pagkakaroon ng pagkakataong mag aral ng kultura, ng ibang lahi at makatagpo ng mga bagong kakilala. Hindi naman paglalakwatsa yun diba? Datapwat ito'y isang mahalagang kaganapan. Iyon bang maaari mong balik balikan sa iyong gunita kung ikaw'y matanda na at nakaupo na lamang sa silya habang naggagantsilyo. Ang aking mga paglalakbay ay sadyang napakaespesyal. Lalong dumaraming napupuntahan, lalong maraming natututunan. Para sa akin, ito'y lakbay-aral. Maaaring sa iba'y ito'y ganap na kapritso lamang. Pagsasayang hindi lamang ng pera kundi ng panahon.

Words are indispensable. In my case, it's complicatedly beyond indispensability. Sometimes, talking does all the stuffs leaving no room for discovery later on. Where is the surprise in that? Where is the mind-boggling mystery yet to be discovered? Where is the drive to delve deeper to get the whole picture? You see, talking just preempts everything. Something happened? Not that it's life threatening. Perhaps, I am just being paranoid. Oh well, a long list of realization. Hear this out! I realized... ...It's high time for me to just be silent from time to time. The problem lies in the sharing of thoughts and later on commanding the topic. It isn't right. Although, it could be fun but it just eliminates the ability of the others to share. ...that the more sharing goes on, the more stories are coming out which should not be told. At least not in a way that could trigger more and more questions, and yes, intrigues. ...that sometimes, my words are used against me. A simple j

And when I asked, "Are you an NBSB no more?" she replied, "Officially, Today!" Whoa! So there begins the love story of a recently Ex-NBSB. Exciting, what an understatement. I'm elated., ecstatic, blissful, words that would mean same thing as overly excited and on a super high. After twenty three years, coming out of the shell is quite liberating. Imagine the barriers you set, the defenses you built and the barricades you created, the things you do for self-protection and perhaps, pain control mechanisms. It's not that easy to let go of all that. It's never easy to gamble especially if it involves feelings. It's like in finance, it depends whether you take the chance and gamble your money on a more risky investment with a promise of bigger income or you take up steady investments, safe capital, less income. It's a crossroad. It's a mind game. It's a game of chance. Forgive me but I know I am not in the position to state how it feels like b

Is it just me or Is it the weather? December's fast approaching and by that, it doesn't only mean saving more but trying even more. Trying what? Well, perhaps trying to continue every good thing, trying to spend more time with the ones you love, trying to lend a hand or maybe, trying to find a new flame. This world is surely about trying. Every trying begets a result. The nights seem to be colder, start of the hustle and bustle of city streets. People getting into the rush. Floods of smiles coming up. You know, December means love. It means going out of the orddinary routine and just showing the world how to be happy. If all people would just think like that, It'll be a better world to live in. But sadly, it's too good to be true. But even so, I love December. I love how busy I am even if the bank pours out all of my energy in a day. I love how the christmas lights do twinkle. There's an inner joy felt in that. I love how the lanterns do shimmer and how the trees gr