pieces of me..

The bright side of not having a work, as of press time, is having the TIME. Not having the time of my life per se, but having more than enough time to think about things that matter, or in this case, does not matter.

So you’ve watched the Stepford Wives, that Nicole Kidman movie that makes all women in the neighborhood be like Martha Stewart, on steroids. But wait, there’s more. She’s also pretty, all smiles, never whining, and follows every single command his husband tells her to do, which makes her the perfect wife. Still not getting it? Okay, think about Barbie-Martha-Stewart-and-the-best-nanny-in-the-world all rolled into one. Every guys’ fantasy, so it seems.

This is a looong post, but if you have the time, keep on reading till the the last word.

So I’ve been thinking, what if all of this was true? what if there really is that one tiny magic microchip that could make you your own Stepford wife? I mean, I was thinking, if I were to make my own Stepford husband, or boyfriend, for that matter, I would re-modify that damn chip according to my preferences, and here’s the outcome.

HE DOES NOT NEED TO BE GORGEOUS. Okay, just a bit. And he needs to be presentable. Enough that my parents and my siblings can’t say a single ‘lait’ to him anymore than I can take. Yeah. We are that family. They’d say mga laitero’t laitera. But I’d say, brave people who can be truly honest to themselves, and to the people around them, but always get mistaken as brutally frank people.

HE SHOULD NOT LIKE HIPHOP. Everything about it. Or he could, just as long as he put it in a tiny compartment inside his brain, lock the key and throw it away forever. And yes, future boyfriend, I am doing you a very big favor.

HE SHOULD LIKE READING, WATCHING MOVIES AND TV AND LISTENING TO MUSIC. So we’d have something to talk about. You could tell me which book is a good read, which TV show do you hate and which band you really like. Likewise, I could tell you what I think about this and that character or I could tell you about my love for writing without boring you to death, and you could boost my morale. I could watch movies with you and you could introduce me to new bands, or we could go to concerts of artists that we both like. In short, he should be a couch potato, like me. So we could cuddle while doing all of the above-mentioned things.
HE SHOULD HAVE A SPORT. So I could wear an “i-heart-(insert name here)” tee and cheer you on.

HE SHOULD BE MY WORST CRITIC, AND MY NUMBER ONE FAN. Hey, I don’t like it when you always compliment me. That’s my mom’s job. It’ll just go inside my head and I’d look like an oversized Tweety Bird. Besides, if you keep on doing that, I might end up not looking for improvements and just be there. Not moving forward. You could tell me if my makeup’s too much, or if my breath stinks, or if I’m using wrong grammar, or if I’m overreacting, or if I’m being too mean to people. Tell me if my saying ‘ulol’ is bothering you because it’s not lady-like, or if my cooking’s bad, just say it they way I would critic you. But tell me too if I’m doing a good job, or if you really like my adobo, or if my new dress looks good on me. It wouldn’t hurt you to worship me once in a while.

HE SHOULD BE A GOOD LISTENER AND A KEEN OBSERVER. Because, if he is, he remembers the littlest details. Like how I get an upset stomach if I drink tap water, Or how I hate banana ketchup and loves tomato ketchup.

HE SHOULD HAVE A MIND OF HIS OWN. Oh-kay. So I’m negating the whole Stepford boyfriend point, but I still think he should have a mind of his own. He should have principles and priorities. Dreams. And goals. And he knows the path to take, or at least has the map and compass to get there. Or even just a teensy bit idea, and work from there. And of course, he also dreams of going there, with me.

HE SHOULD BE SPONTANEOUS AND CRAZY. People thinks or has an idea that I am walking on a straight line. So yeah, you can make me do crazy little stuffs, spontaneous things. Make my straight go curvy as I make my journey.

HE SHOULD NEVER PULL AN EDWARD-CULLEN-STUNT ON ME. You know, leaving without a warning, leaving while I’m so high. That’s just plain mean. Yes, never leave me. But since, dear, I’m stupid enough to let you have a mind of your own, when that time ever comes up, yes, you can pull the edward-stunt, and do it the way he did it. Be man enough to do it. You should have the balls and go look me in the eye and tell me it’s over.

HE SHOULD HAVE A PATIENCE. After all, it is a virtue. And I mean, patience, with me. Like he could put up with all my mood swings: talking to you, not talking to you because, I am moody. Having the patience to help me when I’m shopping for the perfect dress, or shoes; the patience to go with all the chick flicks I so wanted to watch; the patience for my being a perennial latecomer; the patience with my constant ranting and unconscious repeating of stories that I like or I don’t; and the patience with my meanness, because, baby, I am mean, and I am bound to say lots of it when I’m with you. And yeah, make me stop.

HE SHOULD HAVE, EVEN A SINGLE ROMANTIC BONE IN HIS BODY. Or even just a tiny romantic nerve ending, just to put up with my mushyness, and I’ll make up for the entire bone for you, because I have lots of that.

And above all, HE SHOULD LOVE MY FAMILY AND MY FRIENDS. Because they mean the world to me. A few dates with them wouldn’t hurt. And if he does really love me, he’d love them, or even like them or just plain understand why I keep them in my life.

Oh, and before I forgot, HIS HEART HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN. I don’t have an explanation why, but I really do want this. In fact, I hope every single person in this world have this last one.

Ha-ha. Snapping back to reality, these are my words for me: “YOU WISH!” I don’t even know how to put this and that when it comes to technology,let alone re-modify a microchip! Heck, I don’t even know how to make my personal Multiply lay out. Ha ha ha. But hey, this is just me being imaginative, romantic, and downright demanding. I’m having delusions of grandeur if you may add. Two words again. GOOD LUCK!

So if you were to re-modify the good ol’ Stepford chip, what would yours be?

P.S. My microchip has a name already: “KEN”. An my patent would have to be Alex Band. Or Wentworth Miller. Or Chace Crawford. Hell, I want them all. And they’d be my ARMY.

P.S.

I’ve found a new home, that’s why I stopped updating the site.I just thought its a waste of time and cyberspace to be reposting posts over and over. :)) Follow me if you can. Everything’s ‘for everyone’.

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Monsod’s Bestfriend theory states that, at one point in time, the bestfriends will have to go through a stage where they will fall for the other. if they’re lucky, they’ll go through it together but according to statistics it’s most probable that they’ll not fall at the same time. if they do fall in love in synchronicity, that’s when the platonic relationship becomes a love story, but if one falls without great timing, it’s a possible prelude to the end of a friendship..the ending lies on how they handle the situation, whether they’ll just let it go, address it or wait ‘til the other also falls and they cross the line from being friends to lovers..

and i even thought i was falling for my bestfriend..ang gaga ko talaga..i almost messed things up.good thing i woke up before its too late.

haha..

pero teka.,what if?

New Year’s Eve.

Usually, my mom would always wear her white and black polka dot drEss on New Year’s eve, saying that it meant prosperity or luck for the whole year to come. And she would always insist my dad to wear something striped or checkerd(tama ba spelling?). But this year, it was different. She wore a red blouse and gray mini skirt.

So, upon me seeing her wearing a different dress got me asking.

me: ma, bat di mo suot "uniform" mu?

ma: *puzzled* anong uniform?

me: ung polka dots mo..

ma: inde, swerte daw ngayon red tsaka gold. *smiles*

me: ah..

after a while i saw her painting her nails gold. she used gold nail polish for french tip instead of the usual white or platinum.

me: huwaw, gumaganon pa si mama!

ma: swerte nga gold tsaka red. maganda ba?

cath: di naman gold yan eh, orange kaya yan.

ma: tanga gold yan. di ba zel?

me: ewan ko. red ba tsaka gold? yes, buti na lang, i have my period i don’t need to wear something red.

cath: bakit?

me: something red comes out from me..nyahaha..

cath: ah..

ma: hahaha

hmmn,come to think of it. it was neither gold nor orange.something in between. but whatever the hell is the color of that, i wish my mom get her luck this year!

*hekhek.,suck on my  blog’s nastiness..nyahaha

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

if u were to die tomorrow at 3pm, what would you regret not doing?

hmm..sabi nila,its so sad to know that most people who have been asked with the same question found it hard to give an answer., goes to show that most of us still don’t know what to do with their own lives..

ako marami akong sagot sa tanong na yan.

una, gusto kong ipaalam sa mga taong mahal ko na mahal ko sila.kase hindi ako ung tipo ng taong magsasabing ‘mahal kita’ even if i do.

second, gusto kong magsorry sa mga taong nasaktan ko, sinasadya ko man o hindi.

third, gusto ko sana maibalik ko muna sa parents ko lahat ng binigay nila saken.like leave them with all the things they were not able to experience before.

fourth, gusto ko sana maexperience lahat ng luxury that the world has to offer. materialistic na kung materialistic, pero im a hypocrite kung hindi ko aamining gabi-gabi nananaginip ako ng gising ng ‘pano kaya kng mayaman kami?’

fifth, gusto ko maging successful sa chosen career ko..at makilala dito.

sixth, gusto ko mameet at makakwentuhan ulit lahat ng taong dumaan sa buhay ko. medyo maderama ako eh

seventh, gusto kong magkaron ng maayos na pamilya na masasabi kong akin at proud ako.

at panghuli, gusto ko sana makitang maunlad, malaya at maayos ang bansang to bago ko mamatay (oh-kay, naghahallucinate na ko sa part na to)

andami noh? baka, patayin na ko ng Diyos ngayon sa dami ng gusto kong mangyari bago ako mamatay o di kaya, di na ko mamatay dahil super imposible na ung huling gusto ko.

ibig sabihin kaya nito eh, may direkson na buhay ko o sanga sanga pa rin at kaylangan ko pang gumawa ng isang direksyong tatahakin ko?

ironically, muntik na kong masagasaan ng jeep sa round table nung pagbaba ko..jeez, jeep lang ang papatay saken?o hinde..hehe mga 3pm din siguro un..hmmn..

ung una kong naisip nun, "Diyos ko, gusto ko pa pong mabuhay ng matagal at gaein lahat ng ginagawa at di ko pa nagagawa." Grabe, di pa talaga ko pwede mamatay okay?hehe nung mahimasmasan ako, naisip ko "xet, ang cheap huh?jeep?eew.." hehe

am i making sense hir?

eh ikaw?

kung mamamatay ka na bukas ng alas tres, ano ung pagsisisihan mong hindi mo nagawa?

a bulletin entry from a blockmate..

how do u manage emptiness, loneliness…

muli, mga ka-blockmates, maraming
salamat sa mga araw na nagdaan na
nakasama ko kau… hindi madali ang
limutin ang mga bagay na ating
napagsaluhan lalo na’t ikaw mismo ay
ayaw kumawala sa mga ito. mana2tili
sakin ang mga alaala ng kahapon na
ating pngsamahan, masya akong
bnabalikan ang mga i2, lalo na’t parte at
bahagi kau ni2. muli, salamat…

does this even need an explanation?wala lang.,i just wanted luther’s post last longer coz bulletins are so fucked up..

rock on \m/

that’s it..

waah! badtrip talaga parents ko..

all along,kala ko pag 18 ka na, trusted ka na, eh pwede na nga kong makulong eh, maglayas, magtrabaho, mag-asawa,bumoto..tas eto lang,inde pa ko napagbigyan..

they didn’t allow me to join my blockmates sa outing namen..

like we were preparing for this for weeks already!

tas sasabihin lang saken "hinde pwede.."

yes,they did gave me an option na makasama, if isasama ko ung younger brother ko.,eh duh?! as if i would compromise..ano ko magbebabysit?!hell,no! tsaka may class pa un so super imposible talaga..

like they were just saying na"o,binigyan ka namin ng chance na makasama,you blew it"

waah! im so stupid! why did i even bother to ask ba? eh i knew right from the start that they wouldn’t let me..

haay.,when will they trust me?!when im fifty?!

ugh!kaasar talaga! i get their point nman eh., its just that.,nakakainis talaga! grr..

okay.,so i’m being immature at the moment and im not acting like im supposed to be, eh sa badtrip ako eh!!

*emancipation ni mina..kelan pa?*

i dunno about you guys, but i really hate ur prof..

xobrang kainis xia..

come to think of it..

pinaghiwahiwalay nya na tayo sa isang subject, ngayon nagkasamaan ng loob dahil sa grades, anu pang gusto niya?makitang nagsasaksakan na tayo?!

best in badtrip!ampf!

tas ngayon,inde naitaas ng husto grades namin dahil din sa kanya..sheesh..

thank God he’s leaving plm for good..

badtrip si sir jojo!

whoa!will he sue me now for libel?

i have a confession to make.

I despise my brother. Not that I hate him to that extent. It’s just that he’s being too self-centered and apathetic which I hated he most.

My brother. I have lived my 18 years of existence with him. Before, he was this thoughtful and caring brother he used to. He’s still thoughtful, but caring? Not anymore.

He’s the black sheep in the family. He admits it too (and probably proud of it even). He does what he wants whenever and wherever he wanted to. He had flunk lots of subjects and repeated those too. He had shifted from one course to the other, transferred from one school to the other, probably still enjoying his “campus tour”. Then he got tired of it. Now, he’s a professional, a professional bum.

Last year, he got his girlfriend pregnant. And earlier this year, I have a niece. I thought that when the time comes he’d get to see his first born baby girl, he would change his ways. But no, I should’ve known better.

You know I pity my mother. It’s because she has lived her entire life tolerating…

sorry for the inconvenience!=p

a few months ago, some person did say "sana magbonding tayo" or something to that effect..

asan na un ngayon?!

isipin mo: nasa isang bangka lang tayong lahat, tas lulubog tayo kase butas ung bangka..turned out,may ganong klase pala ng tao.,hinulog kaming lahat just so to save himself..tsk tsk..saklap noh?

and it all happened one tiring thursday afternoon..

now i dont give a damn about you as long as you keep off your filthy hands away from my life..and my friends’.. who do you think you are? diyos na pwedeng imanipulate ang buhay namen?it was clearly stated "group urselves according to your own preference".ngaun your acting sum kind of a good leader and mediator na iregroup kame just so to give equality,justice and fairness?!*super redundant na yan huh* walang personalan dude,pero sana, kung gusto mong iligtas sarili mo and group wid the "BEST" der is, then go on, i wont ever give a flying f*ck.,

kase kung talagang gusto mo ng fairness,u shud’ve regroup your group first and foremost, baket?andaming marunong mag-edit dun,may isang grup ngang wlang marunong eh..eh kaso nga diba.,ganun talaga..

good thing u did the right thing at the end of it all..kailangan yata kase maraming magreact para ibalik kame sa dating group eh..tsktsk..

now why am i making a fuss out of this?anlabo mo kase eh..asan na ung BONDING?

asan na ung liberty namen to go with the group we wanted to?

whew!

aiun lang,’twas good letting it all out,ayoko talagang makipag-away,i dont have time eh..just so you know..BADTRIP ako!

i DID respected you,you know..

*dont care kung may tamaan,blogspot ko toh,wala kang pake dito..magcomment ka kung gusto mo..

hehe..

so what should i write today?

my being ‘ermitanya’ for how many days na ba? my past experiences?o kahit ano na lang pumasok sa isip ko?

time’s up!

ukee..letter C: kahit ano na lang pumasok sa isip ko..

okei,lets start criticizing my school..hehe..

asar lang kase antagal ng proseso ng pageenrol, public na public,as in..antagal tagal mong maghihintay para lang sa pesteng enrolment stub,tas nakapila ka na, palilipatin ka pa dahil un daw ung ’step6′ eh duh?! nakalagay kaya dun step6 ung pagpila sa AP fee (na walang kwenta) at sa pilahan ng classcards.yep,you got it right,inde ko alam kung ilan na lang ang skuls ngayon na gumagamit pa din ng classcards.diba? kala ko nga nun obsolete na toh,di pa pala..bwiset ka mayor! puro tarps mo nakikita ko sa skul namen..sheesh..tas nangangarap pang magsaswipe system na daw dis sem,eh ni ID nga ng batch namen di nakapagproduce! ano ba naman?! minsan nga nahihiya na ko sa mga tropa ko,kase sila may IDs kame wala,tas swipe system pa?!asaness nanaman,,tsk tsk wula kaya kameng accreditation? para naman makita nila ung sistema samen..huhu.. so okei,wala kong mashadong maipipintas sa mga profs,minsan lang talaga may mga tamad,pag natyempuhan ka huh,pero naman makakapagconcentrate kaya kame kung super init naman?

okei,so ’state university’ kame,kaya di dapat mashadong magreklamo..pero paying naman ako ah?!wehehe.. tsaka san kaya napupunta ung taxes ng mamamayan? ah lam ko na,sa baywalk,sa mehan(?)garden,boni shrine at kung anik anik pa..isang malaking parkang maynila! yehey!!

haiz,,basta mabigyan kame ng matinong ID ngayong school year,masaya na ko,ill zip my big mouth na talaga plamis.,yun lang,masaya na ko! masasabi ko ding "yeszz!college na talaga ko!"

see you guys next sem..hehehe

mish mah blockmates..=D

pis awt! walang sumbungan..hehe *lam ko namang u share the same sentiments eh..aminin..