Friday, January 20, 2012
Like A Boss
This made my night!! :) This is one of the reasons why I'm proud to be Pinoy. I love my country - no matter how densely populated, no matter how polluted, no matter how corrupt the politicians are and no matter what they say, we know how to smile and make people happy and forget our problems even for a while. :) Saludo ako sayo kahit gaano kaliit na bagay, kahit gaano kaliit ang sweldo, nagagawa mong magpasaya ng tao.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
It srikes again
I really don't know why I'm writing at this moment. I just feel like I wanted to talk to someone but there is never really anyone that I could ever talk to. I just arrived home from a long day. Well, not really a long day, but rather an intense, mind-boggling psychoanalysis while I'm inside the car. They say less intelligent people tend to be happier because they don't overthink and overanalyze things. I don't say I have an intelligence quota higher than an average person, but you get the gist.
I have been dreaming of a simple life ever since I was a kid, where I wouldn't worry anymore about things way too much for my age. I just want to experience bliss that would take me somewhere; somewhere less stressful. I think we all dream of the same things. We take time to search for this road and along the way we take the roads towards unpleasurable things and we don't blame anybody but ourselves.
I have lots of things on my mind right now that I'd rather not disclose. I just want to be at peace for a moment and try to be happy. Or not.
"Try not. Do. Or do not. There is no try." -Yoda
I have been dreaming of a simple life ever since I was a kid, where I wouldn't worry anymore about things way too much for my age. I just want to experience bliss that would take me somewhere; somewhere less stressful. I think we all dream of the same things. We take time to search for this road and along the way we take the roads towards unpleasurable things and we don't blame anybody but ourselves.
I have lots of things on my mind right now that I'd rather not disclose. I just want to be at peace for a moment and try to be happy. Or not.
"Try not. Do. Or do not. There is no try." -Yoda
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Love in 1892
One of the things I like about Milan, aside from fashion that I can't wear, and gay-like men I can't decipher, is the transportation. Not the uber organized, but not a messy transportation either. Not in the category of Japan, but certainly not lacking in class and efficiency.
Back in the Philippines, I suffer from motion sickness. I was always scared of riding a bus to Manila from Batangas because I always end up vomiting all the food I ate for breakfast. (What a mental image, thank you, Arianne.) It was both frustrating and embarrassing.
Here in Milan, I have learned to overcome that annoying sickness. There's no alternative jeepney here. We have no car or anything and the only way to go somewhere is by bus and/or tram. At first I avoided the bus rides, thinking that I wouldn't want to terrify or gross people out if I suddenly asked the driver to halt and then vomit violently on the pavements. I always took the tram. Oh, the ever beautiful, ancient tram. (It was also one of the things that makes me feel like I'm in Italy, what with all of its renaissance glory. Haha!)
But it was so slow. It takes 40 minutes for me to arrive home from downtown, whereas when I take the bus, it would literally take half the time. So, armed with courage and menthol candies, I took my first ride. It was nothing like the smell of the buses in the Philippines, nothing like the hot and smelly seats, the dark windows and everything. It was awesome. (Oh my god I can't believe I'm raving about a bus ride. My life is so lame. Haha!) From that moment on, I learned everything there is to learn about buses here in Milan, their numbers, their destinations and the connecting stops where I could get another bus to take me as fast as they can to where I want to go.
But then again, from time-to-time, I ride the trams and the subways. Subways are amazing now because they have now network coverage and they are the fastest ones, but they get pretty much packed up especially in rush hours, so unless I want my toenails to be dead the moment I step out of it, I avoid them.
If I want to pretend that I'm in a movie clip or music video while I listen to music, I ride the tram. :D It has this melancholic air and sometimes slipping into the depressive line. Really. And it is my thing. Haha. So yes, it remains my first love out of all. If I'm gonna go back home, I will certainly miss the smell of the trams and the conversations I hear inside. Most especially, I will miss the feeling of being inside one.
Back in the Philippines, I suffer from motion sickness. I was always scared of riding a bus to Manila from Batangas because I always end up vomiting all the food I ate for breakfast. (What a mental image, thank you, Arianne.) It was both frustrating and embarrassing.
Here in Milan, I have learned to overcome that annoying sickness. There's no alternative jeepney here. We have no car or anything and the only way to go somewhere is by bus and/or tram. At first I avoided the bus rides, thinking that I wouldn't want to terrify or gross people out if I suddenly asked the driver to halt and then vomit violently on the pavements. I always took the tram. Oh, the ever beautiful, ancient tram. (It was also one of the things that makes me feel like I'm in Italy, what with all of its renaissance glory. Haha!)
But it was so slow. It takes 40 minutes for me to arrive home from downtown, whereas when I take the bus, it would literally take half the time. So, armed with courage and menthol candies, I took my first ride. It was nothing like the smell of the buses in the Philippines, nothing like the hot and smelly seats, the dark windows and everything. It was awesome. (Oh my god I can't believe I'm raving about a bus ride. My life is so lame. Haha!) From that moment on, I learned everything there is to learn about buses here in Milan, their numbers, their destinations and the connecting stops where I could get another bus to take me as fast as they can to where I want to go.
But then again, from time-to-time, I ride the trams and the subways. Subways are amazing now because they have now network coverage and they are the fastest ones, but they get pretty much packed up especially in rush hours, so unless I want my toenails to be dead the moment I step out of it, I avoid them.
If I want to pretend that I'm in a movie clip or music video while I listen to music, I ride the tram. :D It has this melancholic air and sometimes slipping into the depressive line. Really. And it is my thing. Haha. So yes, it remains my first love out of all. If I'm gonna go back home, I will certainly miss the smell of the trams and the conversations I hear inside. Most especially, I will miss the feeling of being inside one.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Bittersweet
MUST.REREAD.NOW.
-picture came from 9gag.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
From butterflies to dragonflies
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath.
Tell me that we belong together, dress it up with the trappings of love..
It's six thirty-five in the morning and here I am, lethargic and sleepless, attempting to blog my thoughts away. I had already spent the last forty-five minutes or so watching A Cinderella Story. Oh yes. Chad Michael Murray. I was already inside my not-so-comfortable comforter, completely snuggled when I suddenly had the wise idea to watch something rather than struggle to sleep with thoughts overflowing.
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
It's funny when I couldn't feel anything aside from nostalgia when I watched their football slash kiss in the rain scene. I used to feel those funny little butterflies in my stomach, and should I say I miss that feeling?
I'm getting pretty much older, I age every year and I do not have any Philosopher's Stone with me to stop me from aging. I hate it. I hate the fact that my world is not revolving backwards and I don't get any younger. Chad Michael Murray being 30 years old is an example of my fading adolescence and a sign that I have to fully embrace adulthood.
Oh life.
I'm just missing someone and for the past four years I have felt that my world is somehow stagnant, there is that deep sense of nostalgia and solitude that no one can ever decipher.
Stop me and steal my breath.
Tell me that we belong together, dress it up with the trappings of love..
It's six thirty-five in the morning and here I am, lethargic and sleepless, attempting to blog my thoughts away. I had already spent the last forty-five minutes or so watching A Cinderella Story. Oh yes. Chad Michael Murray. I was already inside my not-so-comfortable comforter, completely snuggled when I suddenly had the wise idea to watch something rather than struggle to sleep with thoughts overflowing.
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
It's funny when I couldn't feel anything aside from nostalgia when I watched their football slash kiss in the rain scene. I used to feel those funny little butterflies in my stomach, and should I say I miss that feeling?
I'm getting pretty much older, I age every year and I do not have any Philosopher's Stone with me to stop me from aging. I hate it. I hate the fact that my world is not revolving backwards and I don't get any younger. Chad Michael Murray being 30 years old is an example of my fading adolescence and a sign that I have to fully embrace adulthood.
Oh life.
I'm just missing someone and for the past four years I have felt that my world is somehow stagnant, there is that deep sense of nostalgia and solitude that no one can ever decipher.
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