prexypinoy to the world

Kilig!! Somebody finally told me that he likes me a lot. This is a non-platonic course of proverbial statement. It’s not everyday naman na someone tells you how they feel about you. And far more kilig is the fact that, that somebody is someone na bet ko! Hikkk… Finally! We exchanged lines and kiss and tell ba kung iseshare ko some of the lines that were said? Ah siguro nga, but I already did to a good, good friend whom I know na maiintindihan ako ‘cause she’s just like me. Wow pare! Hanep. This is something new to me and aminin ko man o hindi, nakakakiliti ng puso, parang baboy lang na kinikiliti ang peg. Anyway, mahirap maniwala sa taong gusto mo kasi pinaniniwalaan mo agad kahit ano pang sabihin sayo. Like if sabihan kang maganda ka, syempre masarap sa pakiramdam pero naiisip mong binobola ka lang e. Ewan ko ba, I think meron akong major issue as to validating statements especially if someone professes something to me. Parang it’s a challenging act for me kung paano ko ihahandle at p...

Few Days= Many Happiness Now I know how it feels for most Overseas Filipinos arriving home after months or even years of being away. It’s never easy but it becomes a way of life. Prior to my going home, someone told me, going home for the first time is the most crucial part. True but I can’t prove it just like that. First because, I am a newly overseas Pinoy and Second, I just went home once. So, I have no point of comparison as to the degree of causality. Arriving home was overwhelming. I’m seated next to my fellow overseas Pinoys. We chatted about what we missed home the most, the food, the Saturday hang outs, the laid back life we had back then. I missed Davao City big time. I missed my family. I missed my friends and yes, I even missed loud horns on jeepneys. And then it dawned on me, how long can I stay abroad? Even adding this confusion is my former boss’ statement: “Pre, you can stay in Singapore all you want but if you want a career here in Davao, it is very much wise to come b...

Kindness Often than not, I am a witness that in this world full of complexities and contrasting ideologies, of broken dreams and harsh realities, people still remain true to their glorious claim of humanity. It sure is heart warming to have received littlest acts of kindness every now and then. It gives me the courage to do exactly what I see. It inspires me that indeed, People are made Christ-like. To share, to give and to offer something without expecting something in return. I have seen a video made for a newlywed, an advice of an old woman to the couple, to give and take but she visibly erased the word “take” and changed it to “give”, to give and give. And I wonder, the essence of kindness is really to give and give, never counting how many gifts given or love offered but to give with all your heart, no cost or price, just pure and unabashed giving. We see programs on TV doing charity works. The act itself is good but as far as the intention, we do not know. Sometimes, kindness bec...

Here we go again… The same old line bugging my brains, tugging my heart… Is this what I want? Why can’t I be just like a normal quarter aged girl who thinks about partying? Or someone who frequently thinks about travel and have the means for it? I am so much different. My concerns are far deeper and almost married-like. I hate it. I am over thinking things. I forget to appreciate the beauty of change. I forget to appreciate the blessing of time. Sometimes, I feel that I am blown out of proportion as the future is concerning me so much. My gosh! Why can’t I remain calm? Why can’t I remain relaxed and let the future surprise me? It seems that I always want to plan things out but I get frustrated if there are changes in it. I am bound to follow what I planned, so even the slightest detail change, I get disappointed. That shouldn’t be the case, right? And then I have this 50 year old ego which drives me to be pressured. I don’t want to fail. I hate losing. I hate being a loser. The reason ...

I am at my richest kapag: :: naka Mcdo after shool (shoot na sa mall after 3PM) :: naka recess ng luglug sa canteen with Mountain Dew (pronounced as DOO) :: nakabili ng sandals na pareho sa lahat ng berks (sa Ferretti) :: nakabitbit ng Nokia 3310 (improved from my N5110) That was almost 8 years ago. Yun yung feeling popular, feeling cool at feeling superwoman pa ang peg ng lola mo. At least diba dumaan sa ganung punto ng High School Life. Sabi pa nga sa kanta, High School Life, oh my High School Life, talagang kasing saya… What do I miss most? Yung Crush ko  pero di nga, I miss the Girls... Sila yung 4 girls who made it extra special for me to walk down the corridors of HCDC. We’ve had our best time, best kulitan, best awayan, best suportahan. Nakakamiss. Sinu-sino sila. The Bamboo. Best quality: resilience. Power: Intense. Siya yung,haligi ng grupo. She stands proud kasi siya yung kahit gaano kaharsh ng wind, tatayo at tatayo parin. Bamboos may seem weak but may flexibility ito na in...

When I grow up, I want to be… …a doctor! kasi yun yung common noon. Lahat ng mga kaklase ko, ganun din yung sagot. Naalala ko tuloy yung kapanahunan ng Batibot, ni Pong Pagong, at Dooo wah Di abididam bididoo…batch naming yun! At proud akong inabutan ko pa yung ganung generation, wala pang mga PSP etc. Yun yung mga days ng life ko na parang ang sarap balik balikan. Young and free. Walang ibang puproblemahin kundi yung toys, recess at paghahanap ng mga kalaro habang naglalaro ng hide and seek. Yun yung mga days na di pa conscious sa sasabihin ng iba, ng demands ng society at ng pressure ng mga kaibigan sa mga bagay bagay. After 10 years and more… I never wanted to be a banker, but I was, at a certain point. I never wanted to go abroad for work but I did. Maraming kaganapan sa buhay na hindi pinlano or kung merong ganung ganap, di sadya at nagkatotoo. Wildest dreams kumbaga. Nung High School ako, when I grow up I want to be a…uhm..uh.. yun na! Dun na nagsimula kung ano talaga yung gusto ...