Balemtayms Dey ♡

"Valentine's Day?

Nada-download ba yun sa Google Play?"

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"Sa sobrang pagmamahal ko sa iyo, nagkaroon na ng buhok si Mr. Clean"

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"May kasama naman ako sa 14 okay... Yung konsensya ko, bakit?!" #foreversingle

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"I love you like a Backstreet Boys love song, baby"

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To all the single ladies: “Puso lang ang isuko sa araw ng mga puso”

Realization Roadtrips

We celebrated New Year's Eve in Dasmariñas Cavite, an approximately 2 hour travel from my home in Angono, Rizal. Turns out we had relatives there. And I feel very much ashamed not knowing this beforehand- not knowing that some family roots were within close routes. I felt better after learning that mom and dad have not gone there yet as well and that it was a first time for our family of five (plus grandpa who was with us as early as December 30). So on December 31, at around 8:30 am, we started our roadtrip with only bread and coffee in our stomachs and a text message serving as tour guide. If it wasn't for my father being a driver and all, we would've circled the entirety of CALABARZON without even reaching our destination. Lost is what we were, indeed. We had to stop and ask a number of people a number of times. Thank God they were gracious enough to give us a fraction of their time. Too bad their directions put together were not. We were all wide-eyed for landmarks and ignorant of bathroom breaks. We each had our moment of being Henry, the Navigator. We sound-tripped to each other's music. And of course we had to pay the price of being lost courtesy of toll gates- which starts my random ramblings now.

You see, we had to go to through three toll gates during that day. With fees of P24, P24 and P64 respectively. Thing is, coming from the Christmas season, you can expect people to have their peso bills still crisp and pungent. And as far as I know, there has always been that human instinct to preserve all things pretty- and in this case, it is quite the noble sacrifice for my one of my two worn out P50 bill to take one for the team and substitute for my mom's rather delicate P100 one in the payment process. The first P50 bill covered the first two toll gates and the second one found its way in my mom's purse. For the third toll gate fee, since it was the costliest one, my dad had to ask for another P100 bill from my mother since none of us had P14 pesos to go with the remaining worn out P50. Mom informed us it was either the crisp bad boy we were supposed to use a while before or nothing. Good thing, my sister stepped in and save the day by handing in a P100 peso bill not in mint condition, to say the least. So for two instances that lucky paper bill, survived its own Hunger Games. But then, the Circle Of Life did not get famous for nothing. If there's anything I have come to realize for 2013, it's that: if something or someone is meant to be, it will be. “Que Sera Sera”, right? Because in a single lapse of logic, we forgot that there was the toll gates going back home to worry about. So this time, none of us had bills to spare. It was the P100 peso bad boy's cue. It was his time. We may have prevented its departure for a while but there is no cheating fate. What will be, will truly be. It's an ironic humor of life tossing and turning us in the way but still motioning us to the path truly meant for us. Whether it was a job you thought you did not get or a rejection of your life-long dream. It all happened for a reason. It would have happened no matter what.

What about you? Will 2014 be a year of being okay whichever toll gate your crisp paper bill goes into?

Kris Kringle: Something Morbid??

About a week or two ago, we were discussing this 1933 song, Gloomy Sunday. The piece was composed by a Hungarian named Rezső Seress and is the stuff of urban legends mainly because of its association with a string of suicides and suicide attempts.

And so, aiming for a dark and twisted humor here, (and partly because I'm procrastinating badly on academic matters) I decided to try my incompetent hand on poetry writing. Go ahead say it.. “Daaaaaammmnnn girrrrrl... this is some weird emo, pseudo-goth sh*t.” Yeah, I know. But it's the best I can manage, so yeah. 

Here I sit

gravely terrified

of my mind who's

doing nothing

The nothingness

which are its deeds

result to things surprising.

For in those deeds of idleness,

insidious thoughts unfold

I see myself

succumb to ropes

my flawless neck it holds

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In times I feel

like Atlas,

I regret a thought

I make

The pain is not

the hardest part

but the crying in

my wake

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I know of a girl

named Daisy

whose eyes can rival pearls

She had it all,

she always caught

looks both from boys and girls

A week before our

graduation

Li'l Daisy seemed aghast

She shivered like

she's always cold

when Mr. Sheers walks past

There's something wrong

I wondered why

but didn't bother ask

She'd turn me down

anyway

She's got too much friends

for that

But on our last

day of school

Pretty Daisy was nowhere present

A hollow feeling

covered me

I should not have stayed all silent

Because as our batch

tossed forth our hats

charging futures with excitement

Poor Daisy won't be

one of us

All she's got's a mouth with a bullet

Although something tells me being both isn't actually an advantage in this world :( ... I hope I'm wrong, though.

Have you ever felt a potential love for someone?

Like, you don’t actually love them and you know you don’t, but you know you could. You realise that you could easily fall in love with them. It’s almost like the bud of a flower, ready to blossom but it’s just not quite there yet. And you like them a lot, you really do. You think about them often, but you don’t love them. You could, though. You know you could.

(Source: http://cascadingletters.tumblr.com/ )

BI = Bad Influence

Eh biglang narinig ko minsan,

 

 "ikaw talaga, bad BI ka rin noh."

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