pagkatapos ng The Hunger Games meetup sa trinoma eh nagkakaayaan pa na tumambay muna sa isang coffee shop bago umuwi. konti lang ang pera ko nong araw na yun. meron akong P210 mula sa tatlong daang baon ko at isang atm na walang laman hehe
Dapat kase noong araw na yun papasok ang Allowance naming magkapatid pero di pumasok, sabi saken ng tita ko dumaan daw muna ako ng office sa makati at dun nlang ibibigay ang baon namin. kaya nagkape ako. WALDAS. singkwenta nlang ang pera ko papuntang Makati :)
nakuha ko kagad ang allowance namin. At dahil hindi ako uminom at total may pera nako, napag-isipan kong uminom kahit one shot lang ng vodka sa isang maliit na bar sa tapat ng office na kung saan isang tumbling at split eh andun nako. Ang loser ko. Umiinom mag-isa at walang kasama. Pero okay lang, bahalang walang kasama basta may sex life lang.
Ipagpatawad niyo ang kawalang koneksyon ng sinabi ko.
(huwag magpatuloy kung ayaw nyo ng maseselang pagbabasa LOL)
Date a guy who reads, then dump him. Watch that someone who spends endless times in a library to have a peaceful place to read slowly lessen his visitations, because you turned his sanctuary into a nostalgic place. That someone who would search for books about everlasting love suddenly turned into searching for books about relationships that couldn’t last. Watch him silently cry as he reads the words and comprehend them, knowing perfectly the feeling of lost. What you can’t see as his tears fall at the pages are your memories drowning him. He stopped believing in true love that last.
Watch him change. He is that person who is now afraid to show emotions when he’s reading a book. He doesn’t want anyone judging him about reading depressing books. He became afraid to talk about certain characters, knowing that he could see himself in their shoes.
Ever saw him, more than once, reading alone with prickling eyes? You will regret letting him go. You will remember him as you walk the aisle of the church, getting married to someone you don’t love.
Find the guy you dumped that reads and see the condition of his book. The books that he swore to you he’d never damage is filled of dog eared pages. Remember when it looked brand new even when he have read it many times? It doesn’t break his heart to see it worn out, because you already broke his heart. Inside are heartbreaking notes on the side of the pages, highlights and underlined sentences that stuck to him. The spine is bent and creased because he cried himself on top of it to sleep. Some words are illegible because the ink smeared from the tears that dropped down on the pages.
And every time he passes by, a frown shows on the librarian’s face. He stopped talking to the librarian, because his charm has been replaced with sorrow.
He very well know that he is not perfect, and that he has challenges to face just like any other character in a good novel. Now, as each chapter unfolds, he is waiting for the climax of his life. He is waiting for someone to save his day, to change him and pull him out of his misery. Someone to be there and comfort him because you’re not there anymore to do exactly just that. He wants to start a new chapter and have new adventures, yet no one is there to do that with him. He awaits, hanging on the words of his book.
It gets worst. You might find the guy who reads that you dumped on a bus on the way home. He is looking out at the window, with the world shut out behind him, this time, without a book in his hand. He is not succumb to a different world like the way he used to be. He always had a book wherever he goes, and now you really wonder what changed. What did changed? He used to prefer a book as a good company. Now, he is with no one, with nothing in his hand. He is alone, really alone, this time.
What have you done to the guy who used to read?
Date a man who reads, then break his heart. You will not see him awake at 2 o’clock in the morning with his bedside lamp trying to finish the last chapters of his book, as a girl who snores clings beside him. You’re that girl. Well, at least, not anymore. He stopped reading, maybe just for awhile, maybe for good. He does not talk to someone on ungodly hours about a story or any character. He lost his desire on reading books. His eloquent opinions are gone, replaced with silence that is far too strong to break.
Date a guy who reads, then dump him. Break his heart. He does not deserve it, but you don’t deserve him. He deserves someone better.
Date a guy who smokes. For he craves for your warmth like he craves for that next, deadly stick. He likes silence and darkness for he broods like a philosopher. His ideas are impeccable and more often misjudged. He would think about the deepest but simplest things in life as nicotine enters his system. Smoke, for example, is something that amazes him — it strikes his curiosity entirely in waves. You see, the pure, white smoke has been with him since forever, he sees it as a friend, as a companion, as a lover, as death. He watches the smoke rise like an ethereal entity, graceful yet ephemeral. Sometimes he wishes to be like it — here now, gone in seconds.
He would lie down in bed with you, naked in the silence, spilling out his ideas and life experiences. It may not show but he likes intellectual talks — he would never say no to a debate for he likes to exercise his mind. He is like a broken down doll — a disturbed and stressful person who would rather smoke a stick than talk to people. Heed not though, for if you keep on pestering him, he’ll get easily attached to you like he is with his sticks. In no time, his world would revolve around you.
Date a guy who smokes, because he is stubborn. He’s sometimes immature and will do whatever he wants. He’ll hurt you. He hurts people for fun. But if he loves you, he’ll treat you different from the others. You’d be like a queen with his embrace — a special entity. He’d give you everything. He’d even drink with you in times of distress.
Date a guy who smokes in public without any inhibition. He likes to blow smoke in front of rude people who looks at him with disgust. That way, you know that he is brave. He would fight for you and be there for you when things go bad. He won’t hesitate to enter a bar-room brawl if he thinks that you were misjudged or your ego was stepped on. He will be your knight in shining armor.
Date a guy who smokes. You see? Most smokers are intelligent and creative. They are brooders, readers, artists or painters — sometimes all. He would serenade you with the deepest thoughts and musings in life. He’d not hesitate to listen to your nonsensical ramblings and rants for he too, has a lot in mind. Date a guy who smokes because like everyone else, he is not perfect. He would think that he’s a useless piece of shit that nobody likes.
Date a guy who smokes because he’s not careless, more like carefree. People would say that he is irresponsible for his actions. But no — he perfectly knows the consequences of his actions. He need not to be reminded about the health risks because he knows… Believe me, he knows. He googled every ‘smoking risks’ after he had that first coughing fit. He does not care about what happens — he just want to live life! We’ll all die anyways and that’s his way to carpe diem. Seize the day! With that, he’d take you to different places and spoil you with the sweetest things in life because he knows that life is too short.
Date a guy who smokes because he needs help. He needs you in his life — to change him and to make him a better person. Date a guy who smokes because he’s looking for that spark — that special someone who would change his nasty ways, who’d tell him to: ‘Stop. Drop that cigarette now.’ Date a guy who smokes because he’s willing to change for you and drop all his vices because he’s madly in love with you that he’d do anything — everything — just to make you happy.
Date a guy who smokes because like everybody else, he’s not perfect.
Date a guy who smokes because he wants to change — not for you but for himself.
College life is stressful and imma try to give you tips para maging masaya ang ANG FIRST TIME MO SA COLLEGE :
TIPS FOR FRESHMEN SA COLLEGE/HIGH SCHOOL:
ALWAYS BRING YELLOW PAD PAPER, YOU’LL GAIN LOTS OF FRIENDS
awkward lang kasi. you don’t know anyone when you’re new, and aminin natin na hassle lang na humingi sa di mo kilala at kakahiya plus people who doesn’t have any lalapitan ka.they will ask from you! pwede ka maging kilala as “the one with all the supplies”. “INSTANT FAME”
ALWAYS REMEMBER THE NAME OF YOUR PROFFESOR.
yup, oo importante to.. remember how it sounds and also how it should be spelled. a friend of mine once called a prof of ours “SIR SHIT” na dapat ay “SIR CHIT” at yun di na sya napatawad na hanggang huli hahaha
PWEDENG KUMAIN SA LABAS PAG LUNCH
OO.. pwede!! most of the college and universities ay pwedeng kumain sa labas pag break mo. wag matakot na hahabulin ka ng guard. NUFF SAID hahaha
NEVER EVER… underestimate the power of deodorant and mouthwash
halos lahat ng freshmen is going through puberty… First impression last. and when somebody ask, “kung sino yung mabaho sa Class’ pustahan meron at meron na mabibigay na pangalan and when u attend class even once smelling funky. You will go down in history as the one who smells funny kahit after that time araw araw ka ng mabango :D be careful
SA first day of school wag masyadong maingay
biktima ako ng teacher ko dito…. maingay ang buong klase habang wala pa ang prof bukod sa isa namin kaklase na mukhang nerd tumayo sya at pumunta sa harap namin at said “GOOD MORNING IM YOUR PROF” nalinlang kame lahat ni Sir mukha syang bata at ginamit nya yun. BADTRIP epic fail moment first day palang
WAG magtatanong ng QUESTION pag ilang minuto nlang dismissal na.
yung feeling na konting minuto nalang eh may magtatanong pa eh UBER BADTRIP. kung gusto mabatukan sige go lang kung gusto mo mabully sige kahit dalawa pa pero kung gusto maging normal well, advice lang pls. wag
Ayaw ko ng salitang Galante mas ayos pa ang saken ang matawag akong Mapagbigay, Ang galante kasi maraming resources kaya ayos lang magbigay kase marami pa nman syang panghuhugutan pa, Ang mapagbigay isusubo nlang iaalay pa sa iba haha
Di ko naman pinagmamalaki pero kung meron akong extra na pera at alam kong walang wala ang kasama ko eh bakit hindi db?
Minsan pa nga p100 nlang ang pera ko tapos nanglilibre pako ng softdrinks at magtitira lang ako ng p50 sakto lang pang uwi at konti yosi….
May history kasi yung ugali kong ganito eh… siguro nasanay ako na medyo sinuswerte kami sa buhay pero di naman sobra sobra.
Tapos isipin mo nlang mga 4yrs ago.. BIGLANG ISANG ARAW PAGISING KO. BOOM!! mahirap na kame…. walang wala na kame….
nagulat ako sa bilis ng nangyari… mahabang explanation kung pano kami muntikan ma-bankrupt pero ibang kwento na yun hahaha (casino addiction ng daddy ko)
Naranasan ko yung papasok ako sa skul wala akong baon… tapos manghihiram pako ng pamasahe pauwe.. tangina… lunukan na ng pride…. nakakahiya…
Yung mga kaibigan ko sa College na yun di pala mga tunay na kaibigan… unang College ko kasi yun eh… Isa syang international school sa Pasay para sa mga nag aasam maging Piloto… sabihin na natin may mga pera ang mga kaklase ko at ako alam ko wala…
Oo nagpapasalamat ako na paminsan nabibigyan nila ako ng bente pesos pauwe pero andami kong naririnig mula nung panahon na yun…
Isang beses niyaya nila ako gumimik sabi ko ayaw ko kase nga wala akong pera sagot daw nila…. naisip ko kailangan ko rin siguro makatakas sa gulo ng mundo sa bahay kaya pumayag ako… ayun sagot nga nila… nahiya ako nun.. pero yun yung last time na nakasama ko sila…
may mga naririnig nlang ako na “wag nyo nang isama yan si Arthur magpapalibre lang yan” o di kaya ” wag na yan isama wala naman pang ambag”
kadalasan pa nga nun nagsisikreto nlang sila at nagbubulungan na aalis pala sila at ginagawa ang lahat para di ko malaman… ayos lang naman saken… pero kahit papano masakit. may mga pagkakaibigan pala na ang antas ng buhay eh requiremnt din…
yung panahon na wala akong baon.. o di kaya nanhihiram ng bente pesos panguwe minsan nilalakad ko mula skul hanggang sa lugar na alam kong P7.00 pesos nlang ang pamasahe papuntang village namin hahahaha atbp.
natapos din yung panahon na yun… bumalik sa dati ang buhay namin…
OK NA ULIT ANG LAHAT… parang walang nagyari sa isang taon na yun… pero masasabi kong mas yumaman ako sa mga natutunan
nagpalipat ako ng school mas okay na siguro yun saken hahaha magastos din kase talaga ang flying course.
Siguro kaya nagkaroon ako ng ugaling ganito…. na kung may extra ako why not db?
sa mga naranasan ng libre ko ayan hahaaha
yung iba akala utouto ako, di naman.. alam ko ang ginagawa ko XD
basta magtitira lang ako sa sarili ko alam ko naman may good karma na tinatawag eh…
Kagabi lang…. hahah leche napagkamalan na naman akong callboy.. pati pala pambahay kong damit mukha akong lalakeng binebenta… bumili lang ako ng pagkain sa may Sucat…. tinakbuhan ko lang si kuya na nakasakay ng kotseng nag aalok ng dalawang libo…
habang naglalakad pauwe…. nalungkot ako Wala na sigurong taong magseseryoso sakin.
Naisip ko na ang iniisip lang saken ng iba pangpalipas lang ako ng init ng mga kalamnan ng mga taong nangangailangan ng tubero. Okay lang naman sakin ang mga ganitong pangyayari. Nasanay na kung baga. Pero kung tutuusin, pambabastos parin yun. Hindi naman ako maramot. Wala namang nawala. Lol
Siguro pinanganak talaga ako na hindi dapat seryosohin.Siguro nga, ginawa ako para pasayahin lang ang iba
Hindi ako sigurado kung ang iba sa inyo iiba ang pagtingin sa akin, isusuklam ako o ipapapako sa krus o di kaya titigil na sa pagbabasa sa aking walang kwentang blog pagkatapos niyong basahin ang post ko na to. Pero bahala na GO GO GO
Naalala ko lang nangyari saken last year 3rd year ako at nasuspend ang klase. At ang nangyare saken na nagpahamak saken dahil sa kalandian PAK!