prexypinoy to the world

Paris… Will you just be a dream or will I be making you a reality? Hmnn… honestly, I can make it a reality. It just requires a lot of patience and “eatless” or “laagless” weekends. If I get lucky, I can fund for it in no time through saving up. It’s a viable option. In fact, it’s reachable. I can if I want to. But… my hands are tight. You see, at this point in time, my priorities are abruptly changed. Kung dati, I take my finances too lightly, like I spend for travels here and there, isang bonus lang yan solve na. Now it’s different. I am taking in charge of a responsibility. Mahirap pala. Sure, I can spend for travels now more than ever pero iba na. I’ve got immediate obligations na di pwedeng palampasin. Ang weird nga, I always feel insufficient. Like I want to buy this gadget but I end up pulling myself back up because meron pang dapat unahin kesa ganito or ganyan. Mahirap mag assume ng responsibilidad. It’s not as if I am being selfish pero to put the burden in your shou...

Wiggies I don’t know but I really find wigs fascinating especially if kalbo yung nakasuot. Hehe Whenever I find time, and the salespeople are not looking, my sissy and I used to goof around a lot. We just grabbed the wigs and try it on, then take a picture for it. And most of the time, we get caught. Anung solution naming, we give the salespeople an intimidating look, straight neck, firm face, no smile. As if we’re dead serious about getting the wigs. And sometimes, if I’m in the mood, I’d ask questions, pretending I am really interested in buying. Eh kung maka trip lang eh noh? Basta may pagkakataon talaga, napagtitripan naming yung wig, susuotin talaga yan. And when we check out the pictures, we just find ourselves laughing. Last night was not an exemption. My housemate works for a shop and she’s into window dressing, she brought the white wigs with her. Sabi nya, alam nyo, may wig ako dala, try natin isuot! Yun na, I had a hearty laugh sa mga itsura namin. Habang kinakabit ...

Family used to be too big a term and too deep to analyze. Friends used to be fixtures. Love used to be a game of constant tragedy.  I’ve grown up.  I guess this has to do with all this independent living. The more you get far, the more you realize how valuable each person is in your life. Back then, I was just used to having them surrounding me. At present, what fill in most of my lonely times, are the memories.  No, I am not being ultra dramatic about this whole thing but it is in this time of my life that I’ve learned to assess what I have and what I am most happy about.  A and I had our usual discussion, mostly about whining about our situation. Then she told me, “too bad, we can’t be each other’s support now ‘cause we both feel depressed” And I told her, “You know what, let’s put it this way, our experience here is not at all bad. In fact, we’re one of the lucky few ‘cause we get to experience life. One day, when we get home, I am so sure we’d had a good ...

Saturdays. Yes, I still wake up early but who cares, I can always go back to sleep. I love how the sheets are giving me comfort and my pillows are too soft to cuddle. I love how my pyjamas are relaxed because they know I am in no hurry to take a bath. And when the sun is up, the curtains serve well, the windows in mist and the air conditioner soothes my senses, it’s Love. What I love most is if I wake up with the sound of rain in the background, and as I look outside my glass windows, the sky’s crying its heart out, sobbing in pain and trying to dry all her tear ducts. It may seem gloomy but it makes me feel like home. The bed gets a lot more alluring. The watch becomes purposeless. I turn on the radio and tune in to a smooth and easy song. Life is perfect! My worries, fears, apprehensions- all disappear. I will go with the rhythm; nothing beats a rainy Saturday without work!

Do you have to? Do you have to? Do you have to let it linger……….. WOW! As in like capital W-O-W! Went to CRANBERRIES Live in Singapore concert two nights ago, and it took me by surprise. Years passed and they’re the same powerful band. They’ve grown with time but the talent is so present, it feels like yesterday. Dolores, the vocalist was familiar to me since I was 16 years old or lower. My cousin had a crush on her and would play Zommmmbiiieee almost everyday, and during that time, I am not into that song. I just felt it’s a lame song about the scary zombies (you know how things are for a teenager, if we don’t like it, we switch it) and then years passed, I seem to have that song as a remembrance of my childhood, so even though I didn’t liked it, I’ve grown to love it. Anyway, the opening song was Dreams, it got us three- A, J and myself, really giddy. I shouted like a teenager in bloom. I kept singing while taking photos and videos of their performance. I was transported to a new wor...

Good begets good. Passiveness begets what? Yes, I think am heading to passivity rather than positivity. And the probability to be happy is totally slim. I became an introvert. I can deal with people, yes. I can talk to them, yes. But these acts are all in moderation. When I don’t feel like talking to you, I won’t. I just keep silent and do my own thing, as if I have the most amazing world to attend to. When I was younger, I have so many friends, I live to smile and make friends with people. I just like to be with people, I felt like I belong. I was kinda (duh) popular with friends in school, I am the jolly, energetic and most animated storyteller and joke-cracker. But few years later, I found myself maintaining just those I have, gaining few who would remain true. I choose friends. I just quit trying to please people, especially here in Singapore. I find it hard to be associated to people whose commonality of interests doesn’t suit mine. I can talk, but I prefer not to. What make this ...