prexypinoy to the world

JAKARTA … While other tourists are checking outThailand, there we are in a place far-fetched from being a tourist destination. Chos. Not really naman, hindi lang talaga sikat ang  Jakarta  for being a city to go to. Or so I thought. So I told my boss that I’ll be leaving forJakarta on CNY and his question: “whyJakarta?” Well, I told him, I just want to see whatJakarta has to offer me and my group of friends. Then I met with a friend over coffee and she learned that I’ll be going there and she told me, “ingat ka, pinapatay mga intsik dun”. Gosh! Having heard these comments made me think of backing out. I can’t die ‘cause I’m too young, much less, I can’t die just because I look Chinese. Anyway, so go pa rin ang mga bebot. Sometimes remarks are just words entwined to form a doubt as to known plans, yan tuloy, it creates panic, fear and uneasiness but I hold on to my forever mantra, “how will I know if I won’t try?” so then, lumapag nga sa paliparang pandaigdig ng Dyaja

Be a Bitch. Don’t get me wrong but bitch is construed as a female power. Someone who is capable to hold herself in times of anger, sadness, loneliness and even fear is called a bitch. She is someone who exudes confidence, an aura of sophistication, silent but eminent. She is someone who is not easy to break, someone who maintains composure despite provocations of losing her top. She is a woman of the world and a guy (no matter how she liked him) is one of the slices of her pie. Oops, I don’t know if I defined the “bitch” that the book “why men love bitches” was referring to. But that’s how I saw her, one thing’s for sure, a “bitch” is someone who is strong and confident. She may not have the gorgeous looks or a bod-to-die-for but she is within herself, a looker and a hooker. Someone you’ll be interested to meet with, someone you’ll crave to be with. To be honest, I feel as though, there are some qualities that the “bitch” and I have in common. Being emotional is n

And I’ve got not one but FOUR message notifications in my FB. Checking, I found it was from a good friend. She said “Hey Pre! How are you?” Second message: “I’m just a bit low, I’m depressed. My heart aches, I hate that guy” Third message: “He led me on. It hurts. I feel like crying every time.” Fourth message: “the worst part is I’ve completely fallen for him, it’s so painful, I want to cry now but I can’t, my family’s here. I need someone to talk to.” then came my reply “Hey you! I’m okay, like you, I’m sorting things out for myself. Talk to me, what happened? Is he the same guy you were talking about last week?” She said, “Yeah, same guy, the guy who told me promises. You know what, I saw his picture with another girl, seemed to be so happy, the girl even liked the picture. That girl!” Well well well, oh well… Back in my memory lane, I was the same girl who reacted that way, over a boy I liked. I felt so bad that I never talked to him then a friend told me, “