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It thought it is goin to be a typical evening duty. 
As I contain myself with the couches downstairs my apartment while I wait for the bus, it came to me with full awareness that I haven't been sleeping really well during the past few days of the week. Maybe, I just miss everything about home. I wanted to close my eyes. I mean, I wanted to hibernate, not even sleep. A few more minutes of hearing the mosque outside combined with the crazy Indian ring tones comin' out of our guards' cellphone, my ears will start bleeding to death. It was still early, but I just want to get this night over with and finish this flight. A loud screeching and banging outside our lobby sucked me out from all the momentary hallucinations and reverie - there were two cars, two families, some injured, some dead. The world stopped for a while just to look and see. I even forgot that I could still see the sun at 7:00pm and it was 50 degrees outside. Shocked, I just stared, because that is all I can do.Then came the police, the paramedics and all people who can help. How surreal life can be? The blood on the broken window glasses reminds me that death exists even in the strangest and unanticipated form you could imagine. Death is the only thing that is free of prejudice. It never chooses. It sees no color, race and age. It forbids further questions whether you are prepared for its coming or not. And most importantly, it always arrive with mystery and surprise. The bus is here, time for me to move on.
 
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If LOVE has a name, what would we call it? If only this book could whisper its contents in your ears while you are reading the sweet words engraved on its pages, it would make you feel that loving somebody could be the most amazing human experience ever, and all of indifferences dissolve in absurdity. (And plus you get the *kilig* factor every page.) I just borrowed this book entitled NINETY-NINE NAMES OF LOVE (Expressions of the Heart) authored by Priya Hemmingway from Desislava Stoykova, one of my closest buddies back in the training college. She brought this from her hometown in Sophia, Bulgaria. (I am still on my way of figuring out if there are any stocks in Dubai.) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * My days off could either be boring or extreme. Especially now that its freakin' 40 degrees outside my house, I wouldn't think about going out. Reading books, experimenting with my cooking and just basically doing nothing is a good way to maximize my days off. I feel very blessed too, because my friends are just one or two floors away from my room. (We bug each other, yeah) Since we have our own schedules of flights and days off, we rarely see each other, and by the time we meet, we have tons of stories to tell (^__^) and of course, we just talk.. and talk.. and talk.. and talk more. Aside from the regular chismisan, our favorite topics of all are... (which I think most girls do) Relationships, Love, Marriage and all the twist and tangles, my dear. Without even noticing it, this is our way of coping up with our daily homesickness. Especially to Ivy and Ate Edna who are soon to be wives this year. (Congrats!) They say that this occupation will never be friendly for a decent relationship, and sadly, the idea of' 'friendship' is most of the time superficial because you meet a lot of people - a lot. But you need to manage, you really need someone especially in this city. I guess, others just do well at it and survive.
 The anecdotes I have read in this book are very remarkable,optimistic and simply uplifting to the heart. It claims that by expressing love, life becomes divine. Your belief in love just grows stronger. The unplublished poems and prose from writers (even Tolstoy and Christian saints) born in exotic countries like Tajikistan, Persia, Afghanistan and India among others are accompanied with its colorful kama-sutra-ish illustrations. it complements the story behind each "name of love". I handpicked my favorites. These are lines you hear in weddings, man. Not cheesy, but super ancient flowerly *kilig* statements. To Yves and Ate Edna (I am aware that you are about to tease me that this is one silly product of my boredom, but hey, whatever, this is for you. All I ask is to be the one of the flower girls and please spare me some wedding cakes.. please. ^___^ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Love is Glorious "In that glory there is no I or We or Thou. I, we, Thou, He and She are all in one thing." Mansur Hallaj (B857) Sufi Mystic and Martyr from Persia Love is Affectionate "The bride has entered the sweet garden of her desire, and she rests in delight, laying her neck on the gentle arms of her beloved." St. John of the Holy Cross (1542-1591) Christian mystic and poet born in Spain Love is Life "If you want to live, die in love; Die in love if you want to remain alive." Jalaluddin Rumi (1207-1273) Sufi Mystic and Poet in Tajikistan
Love is Understanding"All, everything I understand, I understand because I love." Leo Tolstoy (1828-1910, Russian Author) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Maybe I should let my folks read this. Nah. Way too late. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
 
O r t i g a s Thousands of salary men reside in your streets. Hundreds of elevators embed in your buildings. You help people get a living but not a life. And people never really get to speak. But not yesterday…
When you are really tired after a day’s work, all you want is an FX that will park in front of you as if saying ‘let’s now go home’. For a while it’s drizzling, another sleepy afternoon. I feel that public transportations and elevators have something in common. Most people have the same destinations but they rather sulk into silence and not speak during the journey. They don’t speak. But not yesterday… Many people like to seat in front, beside the driver seat for different reasons. I am one of them. I think the aircon is cooler and comfortable. But not yesterday… Since I sat beside the middle aged, large-built, deep-tone voiced, hairy driver, he never stop talking. I think, I made the wrong choice. His qualms about the no U-turn slots His connections inside the city capitol make him confident about not getting arrested should he violate any traffic rule… Cursing the passengers who did not pay their fare… And even Manny Pacquiao should be a national hero. What is the only passenger to do? Nod and smile occasionally. Taking advantage of this over friendly driver, I responded to his questions enthusiastically and even challenge him about the things he said. Anyway, it’s not everyday that you talk to strangers in the streets. When I am about to go, he now places the “feeling close” card on his forehead. It felt strange because he sounds like a father. It freaked me a out a little. He sounds like a father giving a riddle-like advice to a daughter whom he will not see again. Out of the topic, out of no where he said: Kaya ikaw ineng dapat sa mga gagawin mong desisyon wala kang pagsisisihan. [As for you young girl, make sure that you will never regret any decisions you will make in your life] He startled me a little but all I can do is smile. The rest of the night, I found my self questioning myself about regrets, decisions, my purpose and my destiny. Now, I found the answer why some people just remain silent. Somebody needs to listen. When people speak and somebody is willing to listen, There will be no such word as a stranger. Am I too optimistic about it? Probably, yeah? I did not even ask his name. I think have no reason to. Maybe in the next few days of my life in Ortigas we might meet again.
I hope next time the vehicle will be full and I am not the only person inside! And I hope he will let me pay my fare. Thanks manong.
I hate to say I told you so, but just give me the pleasure to say I told you so that..
We are going home with the crown! This photo is the banner outside the school taken during the victory party. THE PARADE OF THE RED SHIRTS f a n <noun> etymology: probably short for fanatic; 1. an enthusiastic devotee ( as of a sport or a performing art) usually as a spectator.   
During the game, you just can't help but take snapshots of random people. Different emotions, different expectations - and they come in cool shirts too! The third picture defines "ordinary fan" to the next level. It's the Ogie Menor hairstyle syndrome.   
[left]: There was this one lively group of students who passionately tally Sam Ekwe's score, rebounds, steals and points. They came very prepared with that improvised scoreboard. I remember our 'batibot days' during college haha ^__^ [right]: Kuya JP, Bernie and my Joachim: They were all standing. Very intense...yeah?
Marks and Spencer Boutique Edsa Shangrila Mall On a Saturday How I wish they talk. Cat fights and drama And if they talk at that moment, they'll say... 
The world will never be fair "She gets to be on center stage and we don't get to have a nice bag like hers." "Cheer up. At least some of us gets to wear skirts" 
Fifteen minutes on the spotlight "Hey boys work it out, I am makin them jealous - big time." Drool bitches.  Slaves of Fashion
Cut, sew, measure, paint Design, accessorize and glamour Make me beautiful and pretty Draw me near to perfection
Make them want to be like me
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