Year End again.

It seemed only last month when i was with the la-single ladies… waiting in line for VTO’s and party the night away.

Last year we had that exchange gifts with the codenames.. which obviously backfired.. when one decided he was “MARIAH”, the other one “BRITNEY” and the last one “PALAKA” wala na obvious na…

I dont need to remember all the other details that this time last year, all i know is time flew by so quick! Faster than i could say… times first break muna! This year have been very different… this was the year of years as i have predicted in my year-end entry last year. LIFE LOVE LAUGH have been totally ahhumm in the year of the OX.

I was of course still so Blair-ish.. but without the chuckinator.. i got the mother chucker of it all (hehe) but then again.. very NATE-ly and so lonely boy.. Ive met a lot of good friends too this year.. so far so good more Facebook friends than usual hehe. Last year at this time i thought facebook was lonely.. i had 20 friends to start with, sad, everyone adores friendster then. Until boom! Online farming became the next best thing after google. Toodles friendster.

This was the year of the BIG BANG. Michael Jackson died, along with Cory Aquino and my pet goldfish Wiggy. My feelings died too.. only to be sweetly resurrected 6months later heheho! As tita mayet said, to be young and inlove ahahay! Korek ka dyan tita!

2009, i got hooked with TMZ (you know it shows daily in HBO) and laughed with the hosts as celebrities make fool of themselves in the real world. This was the year of never its-too-late-for-romance, ask mar and korina. (Sed texted me, he would never wait till he is 55 to get married ). The year of the New Moon, Harry Potter 6, and Paranormal Activities… i hated all the other movies. Except two when i was kilig from start to end coz someones holding my hands (but thats another story).

To review this year, it will take me till next christmas to complete the details. With all my misadventures, heartaches, happiness, palitaw and a stranger than Katorse teleserye life, ill say it has been a good one. Oh on a great one!

Next year will be another good one i suppose, and best of all it will be with my family in the ceettee of promise DAVAO! I couldn’t be more excited, i couldn’t be more happier.

Here’s to 2009, my barok english, my iyalurve, my sedfrey star, my happy mom and dad, my taller than me younger brothers, my beautiful baby sister and to my lala love.. you survived another year! HAYPAYB!

I was cruising Saturday’s traffic jam with my friend Dane Miranda when he told me he has a copy of this movie.. we simply have to check with diannah if she has a DVD player available at her condo, for us to enjoy a weekend of Halloween after-scare.

Paranormal Activity is the Blairwitch Project of 2009. Im not sure though, what were the release dates of this movie (im not so sure if it was released though) in other parts of the world. It follows a simple documentary of a couple who was haunted. Simple cause what they did wasnt highly technical in fact it was more of toying around with the idea of catching a ghost on its scary antics through home video.. which of course ended vi0lenty.

Like the Blairwitch Project, the movie left me with goosebumps.. yes it left me scared and drowsy since sleep evaded me. The possibility of a haunting these days is so an urban legend like if not highly impossible. That’s why i hated how this movie affected my usually stable mind-state.

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10 hours after show my other good friend eugene texted me.. “it was just a movie, see it was produced by paramount pictures”. Is it really?

I messaged dane through facebook.. “Eugene, said he is sure it is a movie.. he researched on it..” danes reply was just the message that made my feeling concrete ” MOVIE OR NOT, IT SCARED THE HELL OUT OF ME.”

There.

Just see for yourself.

happy haunting!

It has been a happy, fruitful, fast – paced (don’t mention it), hectic seven years but I am ready to move forward now.

I guess the metro really sometimes sucks the life out of you. In my 7 years i never stopped dreaming of going back to my hometown. Given the right oppurtunity as here in the metro.

A friend of mine texted me, ” I GUESS THE METRO really had you this time.”

Did i like metro manila? of course i loved metro manila! i embraced the culture, the variety the chaos.. the friends the loves

Ill miss the MRT. Shaw station has been a home for me. The easiest meeting point when all of your friends decides its onehellava traffic jam out there we better take the rails.

Ill miss the smell, filthy as it is Manila has its distinct smell it makes you realize you are in Manila indeed.

Ill miss Megamall, MOA, Glorietta (dont care which number), my church CCF, Trinoma, and even Shang (when i decided its sosyal day).

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Im davao bound now. Back to my hometown. I have this feeling that ill be needing a hell of adjustment period but ill be fine..

after all, though im used to that manila life now… i have always longed for this one hell of a moment.

Because even if im surrounded with SM and robinsons here. I still yearn for felcris and nccc.

i texted my friend back “Nope, manila didnt have me, i just realized davao never left me”.

I am sorry.

I haven’t really figured it out till now.

There are times in ones life when you just don’t know the answers. I blamed myself, maybe I wasn’t focused. Maybe I wasn’t thinking clearly or maybe I just didn’t tried hard enough.

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Just last night I realized how John Lyodd must have felt when he told Bea, “she had me at my worst” (only llyodie didn’t appreciate the idea more than I did now). You had me at my worst and you always told me to be steadfast. I thank you for being there.

I smiled when u whined about how I rolled my eyes over your pa-cute moments, I knew then you would notice it. Judging on how I always catch you staring at me, of course I would roll my eyes, because my gosh you’re not kawaii oh for crying out loud your 5 foot 10! You are not supposed to be cuteness overload (that may mean you are naturally like that J).

When you told me you’re buying me coffee I smiled. That was one of the most painful days of my life… watching my grandmother painfully fighting for life in her hospital bed, I smiled because you know just what to do and what to say. As I ordered my fix you smelled my hospital washed hair, I knew I wasn’t at my best that day. But something in the way you said “You smelled just like the hospital” made me laugh. I felt loved.

warm coffee warm hugs

The coffee never really felt that warm anymore… I was already blanketed with the comfort of having you.

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Bida, I wrote you a letter again today, short, one paragraphed but really it meant everything. I couldn’t be with you again today, too near yet too far. But I knew you’d smile and appreciate me taking time to write you that. This would be your greatest gift… you know how to appreciate things no matter how small. I know life has not been easy on you. I realized this isn’t just the cherry on top for you. It’s everything.

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I feel helpless thinking about it. How can I ever repay you for all the things you have shared with me? I couldn’t even start counting. But you always made me not think of it. Hurried whispers, sweet kisses, warm hugs, stolen glances and rolling eyes have always been enough

 Yours have been the warmest hugs, the sweetest smiles. I will always be thankful.

Apparently we call our misgivings “loan” (utang) with compounded interest J. Utang na din a mabayaran? No matter what we do time always escape us faster than we can even start seriously thinking. But I wont worry. We got forever to repay that utang.

Utang kisses, utang hugs.

Then there is this utang.

Bida. I am sorry.

I haven’t really figured it out till now.

I went about researching; I asked around, I haven’t really gotten a concrete answer.

Four days from now it will be exactly 2 months that my promise hasn’t been met. Let me tell you I tried.

Will you ever give me another chance?

I love you.

ReyNa

- 4 days before my bida had his birthday (August 19), I promised him a hand delivered krispy kreme shake and doughnuts, this proved to be very hard since travel time manila to davao, including store to airport, checking in, flight, (not counting on delays) would take at least 4 hours. Its almost two months now, of scheming of planning no answers still on how I can keep the shake, well, icy.- if somebody has any idea on how I can do just this shoot me a reply.-

biggest problem of mankind today

Paduda. (urbandictionary.com) – anything that u feel the need to express without others knowing what it is.

the first time i heard this song i browsed my pages for the literal meaning.. aba akalain nga naman ni batman may literal meaning nga ung kanta.

the meaning made me smile.

“thats funny. pabasa nga ulit fwend” (sabi ko sa friend ko na nakasimangot, kasi bakit daw ganun ung video sa youtube)

“aba aba aba! di ko po tinatanong ang opinyon mo patungkol sa vid.. im asking u tungkol sa literal meaning ng paduda!! tama ba basa ko? ” naisip ko baka prang lesser version na ako ng itunes.. nid na ng upgrade para ma SYNC ng maayos sa IPOD.

“nako fwensy.. kung ako kakantahan nyan ewan di ko ma gets.” sabi ng friend ko skeptical sya kasi palibhasa di nya gets.

“so fwend parang alam ko na san na spin-off ni tootsie guevarra ung pasulyap sulyap nya na kanta. “   napa agik-ik si fwensy, sabi nya “sira! orig un kay tootsie..”

eto ung nagflash sa mind ko mga what 10 years ago? san na nga ba si tootsie?

kinuha ng fwensy ko ung laptop kong malapit na maging dilapidated, sabi nya “nko fwen, ung mga ganyan nko talaga, feeling ko mga sigurista yan”

wao nanlaki mata ko “bakit?”

“di magpapaduda yan, kung gusto ka gusto ka!” ma i know it all nyang sagot

“baka TORPE.”

tinitigan ako ni fwensy ng matagal, mataimtim (grabe haha) .. akala ko ano na sasabihin…… kesyo tanga ako, malandi, tanga, ewan, tanga..

“fwen, nagugutom ako kain tayo puto!” seryosong sabi nya

“tara.” un lang naisagot ko

ayon kumpol kami sa desk ko kumain ng puto na may cheese sabay sa tugtog  ni popong landero

paduda

rapapa rapa paduda

                             rapapadu

                                        rapapa rapa paduda

                                                                        rapapadu

palipad hangin, liligaw ligaw ligaw tingin.. pasulyap sulyap sa iyo di makaharap harap. Nauubos na itong aking inuming nakakalasing ‘di parin makuhang sabihin ikay mahal narin.

Ang sabi nila di raw bagay tayong dalawa. gwapang gwapa ka raw para sa tulad kong pwerteng pangita humahanga lang naman ako sa isang katulad mo. Ang awitin ko nalang siguro ang sasabihin ko.

Di naman siguro masama umubig sayo. Di naman siguro malaswang maakit sa iyo.

his very own blog.

fresh off the web pages? may ganun..

                             www.sedgalope.blogspot.com

 

Unta Hantod sa Hantod na ni.. kani ikaw ug ako..

layo man

do you ever think of me the way i longed for you

do you ever wished for the things that i wished for

do you ever missed all these

?

asa napud ko karon? sa akong kamingaw?

- ring-

my voice shaking

everyday, nangutana ko.. kaya nato ni? what ifs adozen,daghan na kaayo luha… gimingaw napud ko nimo karon lang. I tried to reach your hand, layo kaayo ka. You comforted me with the assurance that you feel the same.

naa lang ko dire, u sed

 

BE STEADFAST

You Said

ikaw akong unang na isip sa akong pagmata

ang sulti nimo

ikaw lang

ikaw akong last naisip sa bago ko matulog

ikaw lang pud

and in our fainted hearts

wala koy lain gi ampo ikaw lang unta

na

we will be together as the sun rises

feets tangled

hearts flying in our togetherness

pero hantod wala pa

ang atong pangarap

hulaton nko ka

pabalik nko sa imo

but for now i will go on holding our dreams

u will always hold the key

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it took me five days to complete this.

not because of anything

but because the photos speak so much of how i feel

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on the fifth day i changed the working title

from extraordinary love to PALITAW

for reasons as mentioned from above

only us will understand

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let me contest that this is not to remind you of how hard it has been for me

but to remind you of how special this is

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iloveyou

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everyday

I would like to thank photobucket, of course kurthalseyislove, your photos have given me an emotional high.

Grateful

Julianne

Absence diminishes small loves, and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire. – Francois de La Rochefoucauld

“I’d like to hire a plane
I’d see you in the morning, when the day is fresh.
I’m coming home again”

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I tapped my mobile phone once in a while.. is the battery kaput? is it just the provider? is the messages really coming in late? is the internet going crazy again?

this is it when u rely so much on the phones… u simply feel betrayed at times..

but when the i love you’s and the mwahs arrive u forget whoevers endless faults it was in the first place and excitedly browse remembering how much you love your phone again.

or the person on the other end of  the message, call, whispers or whatever it may be.

unlike brandy who thought long distance was killing her.. i figured kill the killer then. its hard at times when all you need was a touch of a hand, or a rugged smile you get a smiley instead and a warm mwah.

And what do i get?

trust? i guess well since im not there to figure out why he went missing without telling or why he said he’d be sleeping early yet the last log was way later than the time.. i guess u chip in greater trust. i have my shortcomings too but and i know he understands.

hope? hope of bright things to come… yeah who doesn’t.. us? bigger hope! that in a week or two, in a day or another, in a moments time we will be together (go mar roxas!)

emotional maturity? – ahahay need i say more

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i guess i met my match. one who giggles more than me should be a good match right? i wanna be giggle allergic but its just sooooo much to contain.

id like to be grumbly and teary eyed – but he left me no room for that.. he wanted me to live it just like my namesake, which he refuses not to tease me all the time. JOY? where my JOY?

Id like to be ungrateful for the difficult times when i only wanted him.. but his messages soothes that nagging feeling, him being there and me being here..

I wanted to be bitter when i put on my perfume… i knew he loved this smell, then he text me something about his own cologne being he hated it but wears it anyway.

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im coming home again.. in his embrace

now the wait wasnt that bad at all..

the wait made me love him more.

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Last night at 1am, i groped for my mobile phone… its beeping and i knew it was my BIDA texting me.

“Lets talk…”

See how little words brings so much meaning!

I promptly dialled his saved number over my bayantel wireless…

Heart skipping a beat hearing his smiling voice.. “Hello? Yeeeeeeee?”

I am but a poor girl again, smiling over the nothingness… and i have bayantel to thank you for. Because after all i have been always felt that bayantel has made me able to contact my family a million times easier, now it served so much easier for us to talk too.. unlimited without the cuts hehe.

No im not promoting or anything i just wanna express how grateful i am for this communication imbalance (hehe)

Now each midnight i look forward to another sweet nothings..

thank you bayantel.. you make a girl oh so happy.