LIISA
Monday, May 21, 2007
Saturday, May 19, 2007
walking atop short, gray walls...
in a perfect world, i would be in sixth grade, all sweaty, even smelly like my other playmates but unaware that i was having the grandest time.
this was the most beautiful period of my life where not a whiff of prejudice, social class or difference in sexuality was ever present. My playgroup was a team in the real essence of the word, united, without regards to color of skin or money inside our pockets or family background. We never really understood why we were able to bond together though. There were enough differences to assume we would never be a solid team. But during our free time we found ourselves playing tag, hide and seek, eating together and squealing at each other's miserable test scores. the immeasurable joy of running and climbing through monkeybars and the big slide, the tears over scraped knees and bruised shins, the thrill of the chase and the disregard for toning down the volume of our shouts was a sensation that no other experience can ever come close...
it was also a time of my life when i thought i was going to fall into the arms of my crush and live together with him for all time. i suffered the agony of blushing when he would sit beside me, the torture of friends screaming when he would come within short distance of the group, and the anguish of my grades falling miserably into unfathomable lows after long nights of thoughts of him..
it was also a time of my life surprisingly where I became a little distant from my family. the hours at school had made me looked forward to staying longer simply because of the irresistible temptation of long hours of playtime during class dismissals, which gave me lesser time at home. there was less interaction with siblings, and cousins, that pretty much i almost became a stranger at home. even when with family, i would feel shy when i would run into classmates in the mall or some public place because i would feel because i was not with friends it was a bit unusual...
in this page of the book of my life, you will see the petal of an unknown flower. its color has faded but the smell embraces the whole literary creation of my existence...
this was the most beautiful period of my life where not a whiff of prejudice, social class or difference in sexuality was ever present. My playgroup was a team in the real essence of the word, united, without regards to color of skin or money inside our pockets or family background. We never really understood why we were able to bond together though. There were enough differences to assume we would never be a solid team. But during our free time we found ourselves playing tag, hide and seek, eating together and squealing at each other's miserable test scores. the immeasurable joy of running and climbing through monkeybars and the big slide, the tears over scraped knees and bruised shins, the thrill of the chase and the disregard for toning down the volume of our shouts was a sensation that no other experience can ever come close...
it was also a time of my life when i thought i was going to fall into the arms of my crush and live together with him for all time. i suffered the agony of blushing when he would sit beside me, the torture of friends screaming when he would come within short distance of the group, and the anguish of my grades falling miserably into unfathomable lows after long nights of thoughts of him..
it was also a time of my life surprisingly where I became a little distant from my family. the hours at school had made me looked forward to staying longer simply because of the irresistible temptation of long hours of playtime during class dismissals, which gave me lesser time at home. there was less interaction with siblings, and cousins, that pretty much i almost became a stranger at home. even when with family, i would feel shy when i would run into classmates in the mall or some public place because i would feel because i was not with friends it was a bit unusual...
in this page of the book of my life, you will see the petal of an unknown flower. its color has faded but the smell embraces the whole literary creation of my existence...
im still waiting...
waaaaaaaaaaaa !! im still waiting for you to marry me!!!!!!!!!!!
oh hayden my hayden LOL
oh hayden my hayden LOL
a new language?
the appeal of learning a new language has always been looming in the distance and yet i have never really come around to acting on the acquisition of that skill. it may be the subliminal laziness which summer has brought to my body because for one thing to go out in 35 degrees celsius of climate here in Cebu in the daytime is pure suicide for someone who is a sweaty-betty LOL. naturally the body acts to preserve the little cold left in it by being lethargic...moving slowly...the way reptiles do! hahaha!
i have conjured images or maybe situations where i am in a subway train and then two people stare at me and then talk in their own language, say French. Then I would look at them and then ramble in flawless French at how rude they are for doing it! Hahaha! I know it's crazy but wouldn't it be a surprise if I can shock people like that, less for the meaning of the words I utter, but more on the fact that I happen to know a language other than English and the native Filipino! Hehehe...
well I would love to kick my own ass for being so lazy and unproductive in terms of learning new skills. Well I know I am enhancing my communication skills through chat and writing but I guess this is already an acquired one and i would desire to have another one to add to my bag of tricks hehe...There is no other greater bonus to a beautiful girl than her brilliance and skill in the art of flowing conversation. Ahhh one day I shall fulfill this promise to myself, which is to embrace a new tongue...now I have to next deal with the thought of sitting on a chair, listening to a teacher, and writing notes again LOL
i have conjured images or maybe situations where i am in a subway train and then two people stare at me and then talk in their own language, say French. Then I would look at them and then ramble in flawless French at how rude they are for doing it! Hahaha! I know it's crazy but wouldn't it be a surprise if I can shock people like that, less for the meaning of the words I utter, but more on the fact that I happen to know a language other than English and the native Filipino! Hehehe...
well I would love to kick my own ass for being so lazy and unproductive in terms of learning new skills. Well I know I am enhancing my communication skills through chat and writing but I guess this is already an acquired one and i would desire to have another one to add to my bag of tricks hehe...There is no other greater bonus to a beautiful girl than her brilliance and skill in the art of flowing conversation. Ahhh one day I shall fulfill this promise to myself, which is to embrace a new tongue...now I have to next deal with the thought of sitting on a chair, listening to a teacher, and writing notes again LOL
Friday, May 18, 2007
thank you
to all the avid followers of my blog and to all who comment and make their presence known in such a manner...thank you!!!
NOTE: sorry for the post below this one...it's not really my opinion of men in general but someone from myspace and I thought it amusing to put it there ... hehe
HOPE YOU DO NOT ATTACH THAT COMMENT TO ME :)
NOTE: sorry for the post below this one...it's not really my opinion of men in general but someone from myspace and I thought it amusing to put it there ... hehe
HOPE YOU DO NOT ATTACH THAT COMMENT TO ME :)
Thursday, May 17, 2007
look what i found on myspace haha....
Men are like TOILETS...they are either OCCUPIED,sometimes OUT OF ORDER but what is common is that they are FULL OF SHIT... haha
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
an imminent reality
an acquaintance who lives near where i live committed suicide today...
this could have been just another death in the obituary of the town I live in, or a statistic in the city records...but the sad thing is that i knew her and she was of almost the same age as me and i could say we grew up together in this town except that we were really just mere acquaintances and would just exchange hi's and hello's when we met on the sidewalks. but that was before ... lately though we ever spoke much when we came across each other...
she had many problems and of course everyone in town knew they were not minor ones...life was difficult for her...whether life became hard for her or she made her own life difficult, i never knew...
the sadness about this is I actually really knew her when life was better for her way way before...and perhaps i can say she is one girl who i grew up with and was among the town's children. and i saw the deterioration and the talks surrounding her and then the slow degeneration of her life into one of hardship and physical struggles...and now the tragic ending...
of course i shall never mention her name here but this post is in memory of that girl...and a reminder that death becomes more real simply because she is someone i grew up chronologically with and could have known had we been more understanding of her predicament while she was still alive and struggling....
this could have been just another death in the obituary of the town I live in, or a statistic in the city records...but the sad thing is that i knew her and she was of almost the same age as me and i could say we grew up together in this town except that we were really just mere acquaintances and would just exchange hi's and hello's when we met on the sidewalks. but that was before ... lately though we ever spoke much when we came across each other...
she had many problems and of course everyone in town knew they were not minor ones...life was difficult for her...whether life became hard for her or she made her own life difficult, i never knew...
the sadness about this is I actually really knew her when life was better for her way way before...and perhaps i can say she is one girl who i grew up with and was among the town's children. and i saw the deterioration and the talks surrounding her and then the slow degeneration of her life into one of hardship and physical struggles...and now the tragic ending...
of course i shall never mention her name here but this post is in memory of that girl...and a reminder that death becomes more real simply because she is someone i grew up chronologically with and could have known had we been more understanding of her predicament while she was still alive and struggling....
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