prexypinoy to the world

What changes in ten years? I can enumerate bunch of stuff but surely, friendship isn’t one of them. Or yeah maybe it changes but not in a bad way. I will be seeing one of my bestest friends in two weeks’ time! Weee!!!  We’ve mapped some plans out. Perhaps, do this or do that, eat this or that. Really just anything. What’s important is the time we will have to spend, catch up a lot about our present lives while reminiscing our teenage years. What a joy! Can you imagine reuniting with old friends after ten years and still talk about the past like it just happened yesterday? You’d laugh at the same old jokes and smile at quirky experiences when you were much younger, braver and stupider?! Hahaha After ten years, our ideas may have changed, the way we carry ourselves tells us about how we view life now.  The way we react to things is much more defined and yet I know we’d still giggle like high school cuties. Time and distance may have affected the friendship as we

How was your weekend? Weekend is a breather for me. With the neck-high tasks that I have to fulfill, I need a break. Not that I am complaining, but sometimes, it really gets the best of me. I'd find myself feeling exhausted and sighing heavily. I'd spend the whole week rushing for office and start the job immediately. Skip breakfast, I do not have much time. (I know it's a No-No!) From morning, I'd check my emails, rush to create permits then monitor on documents. Phone line ringing continuously and clients chasing me for their documents. Can you imagine doing the tango and performing the background song too? That's how I always feel. My job is as demanding as a nagging boyfriend who can't seem to get more of you. Lunch came and I'm salivating for food. I'd be starving to death and I'd decide to go out for change of environment. I feel so suffocated breathing in and out documents, humming and hearing loud noise from clients and b

Define Success. I used to define it in things I see and touch. Properties holding my name and bank accounts to boot. I also define it as a prominent career or a household name. My definition is that of most of the society's. Successful people are those with stellar performance in their field of study or work. Those whose name we know because he is this or that, because he owns this or that. But success… does it really mean that? The older I get, the more I realize that I want to be successful… But success with a new definition. Success now means being Happy, healthy and fulfilled. The more I expose myself to the world, the more demanding it gets. Career for example challenges me to be the best. I give my best and it sometimes fall short to what they want me to do. But should I be tagged as a failure just because I cannot do the things more than they require? I bet not. Life is a series of challenges, the more you indulge, the deeper you go and need to fulfi

Who gets over high school? So I came across old notes dated 5 years ago, with me tagged and the rest of my high school peeps. As usual, the thread goes up to 60+ comments. Comments ranging from teasing to accusing. haha These are people who I've grown up with. People who might have witnessed my first tagos over my first mens, first crush, first date, first heartbreak, to name a few. These are people who have seen the cries I made because of what seemed to be the greatest panlalait ever recorded in my entire life or who have heard my loudest laughter because of my political victory (student government). haha And as I look back, what am I best remembered in high school? Ha! I feel like I was not on the safe side. Not the ones who'd stay silent in a corner, or the one who gets busy at the library, or the one whom you can count on to give you lengthwise, crosswise, whatever-wise paper the teacher requires. I was not the one whom classmates would like to share their problems w

question: Do you ever have someone whom you never want to see again? Most people would outrightly say No. Of course, we are highly sociable people. We go through the odds and we learn to forget despite the pains. But really, if truth be told. I have a person in mind whom I strongly feel that there is no need to see again after a long time. I would be a hypocrite to admit though that I do not and would not miss him at all.  Thoughts of him come like a second skin. Undeniably, he has made an impact in me that I am struggling so hard to get over with. But why do I feel like I need not to see him again?  Frankly, because I am a threat to myself. Haha. I feel that seeing him again would only bring memories which make me hope about him and me. in the end. Seriously. Who am I kidding? I want him more that anything else in this world and by being with him, I feel that I have achieved something that I am wishing so hard to come true. But being with him will just hurt me

Mahal ka or mahal mo? Lounging on the chair while peaking through my window... Ahhh! this is life. I was watching Mutya ng masa on a gloomy saturday and there was a feat about the song of kz tandingan, the lyrics... Sino ang iibigin ko Ikaw ba na pangarap ko O siya bang kumakatok sa puso ko Oh anong paiiralin ko Isip ba o ang puso ko Nalilito litong litong lito Sinong pipiliin ko Then a woman was interviewed, "sino ang pipiliin mo?" she replied, "yung mahal ko... I had 4 kids from a man who I love and kahit alam kong di lang ako ang nasa buhay nya, sinabihan ko sya na kahit anong mangyari, uuwi at uuwi pa rin sya sakin, kahit nakadextrose na sya, tatanggapin ko parin sya ng buong buo"  Wow! such love! so bigla akong napaisip, is it really possible? to love someone despite all the odds? won't you get tired of it? The woman mentioned "kahit ano pang sabihin ng iba, hindi ko na pansin kasi mahal ko sya"... Now that is some loving! Then Doris, t

Hari Raya Haji! Here I am sitting beside the window overlooking the railway with scattered greens. I was asked, should we plan our next getaway? I kept mum. I am seriously thinking whether it is smart to book a ticket to anywhere today while I feel a bit down about none else but my... boo job! Although I am preparing myself for my major leap, I still can't help thinking about whether I'd do it sooner than I had planned. Afterall, it's a matter of time before I would call it quits. What, six months... "Hong Kong?? I really want to go, let's go during Chinese New Year.", the friend said in her usual overexcited tone. I chewed a smile. I'd love to go back too. In fact, I want to spend December holidays over that side of the world. Why, I love Hong Kong. But... is it wise? considering my pass would soon expire and whether I'd still be here by then. Boohoo! Anyway, I am done sulking at this demanding job! I want to live... get a life, outs