Once a Shinobi..always a Shinobi..

Last Friday Boe bid the Japan Team goodbye…though she’s just somewhere near….the Shinobi team will never be the same without her….she left us some memorabilia and she particularly left me this one…coz she actually gets excited every time I visit her cube and do the close-your-eyes-then-point-at-this-poster thing..and need I mention that she giggles upon knowing that the advice is about love?…hahaha…well what do you expect from a person full of love and hope…I actually did not say goodbye..(or did I? in the video?…can’t recall really….i hope I didn’t) but I remember commenting on her Facebook post that I won’t miss her….not a chance…for I’m actually expecting her to txt me once in a while…invite me to my inaanak Amber’s birthday party (ds year and every year..hereafter) and invite me for a Starbucks session with the Shinobi girls..(calling Deejoy..,another lost Shinobi girl…haven’t used the Coffee Bean certificate memorabilia you gave me yet as of this writing…, you should invite me too..).. and of course she surely won’t allow me to miss a chika…(am just a pm away Boe…be it a tsismis..a gud news…bad news. Or pure nonsense..) well you know I can take anything under the sun..right?.. this entry is for you..a simple appreciation for whatever…and you know..i mean…WHATEVER…hahaha…

and lavvv it that Lynneth asked us to transfer cubes and Lief actually pre-decided that i will take your cube...(though it was for his own benefit..hahaha )

when it was still Boe's...




now that it's Peeka's...

Soulmate.....s

Well, here’s a thought..no…here’s a word…"soulmate"…now what’s the first thing that comes to your mind..is it a person?..hmmm a definition?.. or probably a call for an argument that the word simply does not exist....mine is different..maybe it comes with the fact that I was born different..not the typical person you meet on the street or anywhere else in this freaking universe..the first thing that pops on my mind…is the plural of the word…"soulmates"…if you are Einstein enough to figure it out…hell yes…in my N years of existence in this not-so-friendly world I was blessed enough to meet two souls that matched my black soul. Indeed, it seems unbelievable to meet someone you feel comfortable talking to.. and sharing with all the events in your luck-forsaken life… much less two. There will just come a point in your life when you meet someone…a stranger… whom you've just met for few seconds yet you feel like you’ve known each other for years…or maybe..since you were just happily swimming and sleeping in your dear mother’s placenta. Before you know it..you have opened up the book of your life to that person. You have shown the weakness in you and unveil your deepest and darkest monster in the closet. You have entrusted your life and pride to a soul that is not even one-blood drop connected to you. And as weird as it sound and as it may be…you will always feel this bond that binds you no matter how separated you may be or how long the years will pass. And in your heart you will always know if something is wrong with this person or if peace of mind has finally flown to the right direction. You never miss to smile reminiscing everything that you have done together that brought joy for the both of you. No matter how stupid the joke you have shared or how non-sense the conversation or no matter how cheap the dinner and how boring the movie may be. Even a simple meet up or house-tambay watching soap-opera, series or basketball or volleyball game while eating a sliced watermelon or pineapple or banana-q...just doesn't appear boring. The simple pleasure of being together doing the best things in life simply defines life and how it should be lived. But this doesn’t mean you don’t share an argument or two. Of course you do.. but it’s not what lingers. The single moment of joy is more powerful than an hour of silent war. At the end of the day despite not talking…you still feel…like you have the best conversation ever. How lucky i can be..to experience this with two individuals who both complement my what-u-see-not-what-u-get nature and sharp wit.. (react..!)...If you... and you...are reading this…thankz for the friendship...

D "hi" that stuck in my wondering cells..

Usa ka gabii ana..wyl ng-tutok akong daot nga mata sa teleserye nga NOAH ni papa P, ky loyal mn lagi ug ABS ug ab cors..super-ibir in-love ni papa P (way magbuot..kanya-kanang trip na.. u can drool for Brad Pitt and I wdnt care..inglis yun) so back to d tapik..seryos na au ko pangutana sa akong housemate/fwend kung naunsa na kay thu loyal, pers tym pa to nko kakita..kaning gwapa ta..naa tay ka-date kada gabii..late na kasagaran mauli..so bisan sapot na akong housemate/fwend ug narrate sa ako..naning ra jd ko tn-aw ug sa kalit…(dko kbalo unsaon pag-type sa message tone sa akong karaang ericsson nga kabilin sa akong ex-bestfriend. ^__^ itago nlng nato sa tingog nga…tiririit..tiririit (weird tone)) bsta..naa koy message..ug may I open and may I read…ug sa akong ka-excite nga naay mgpa-load..(ky ngpa-e-load/auto load mnko (advertising)) usa ka simple “hi” ang napatik sa akong message screen…ug nisiga akong mata ug niandar ang akong madudahong utok nga katagsa ra masipyat…ug d nlng nato storyhan ang sunod nga mga panghitabo…pero balik sa message..wyl ngtinutukay mi ni “hi” narealize nko nga ang 2-letter word d i nga “hi”..usa ray meaning sa dictionary pero mu-millions dpende sa ng-sulti or sa nag-txt..hmmm..kung sa ako lng layp mao ni mga possible nga meaning…





F wa inyong name dha..kana tungod ky naabtan nkog task..paghimo mn gd ani nga blog..naa ko sa ofis ng-wait ug nxt task….pasensya na..hehehe…nxt tym npd inyong name ha….

hmm..dko in-ana ka buotan pero dghan mn d i mu-"hi" nko 1 way or d anotherz..

pero wa joy mulupig sa “hi” nga akong nadawat gabii…ug sakto jd ko sa akong duda..nga d jd ang tag-iya ang nag send..ky imposible kaau mg-“hi” ang tag-iya sa ako….nakatog nlng ko nga nagdagan2x ug nagtuyok2x ang pangutana sa akong utok…siya nag-“hi”…. pwd mubalos ug…”why?”… pero..maldita lng ko..dko isog..d kaya ng powers ni mulan..

PA and Me..

Hahay..naloka ko krng adlawa..ng-atubang ko sa akong PA form..aysa..unsa gani toy meaning ug PA..nah..wa jd ko kbalo..Personal Achievement guro..hehehe.. nanampiling ra jd tawn ko..unsa mn intawn akong ibutang ani oi..nga murag ngdawat limpyo rmn ko krn nga year…well..at least hap pa sa yr..bsin sa niks 2 quarters maloka nko sa mga tasks..hopuli millions na..pra mgka-ratel-ratel sd ko sa deadlines..ug ang akong mata ng-pitok2x..*blink* *blink* Objective 1…Technical involvement..Results..*isip2x* unsa mn akong involvement..hala..tighimo rmn tawn ko ug dyna key oi..tig check sa document..as n..mao ra jd nay makaya sa akong kaanyag..unsaon tmn ingon mn cla nga pg matahom ka..d ka tantong bryt..ug sala ba d i nko nga gipadako ko nga gipatoo kos among silingan nga gwapa ko..tn-awa..d nuon ko tantong bryt..hay layp..kung ipakatawo kog utro..well..wa koy bag-uhon..wahahah…cge..try..sa niks entry…Objective 2:..blah..blah..results..NONE..oh man..wa koy masuwat…Niks napud…Objective 3: blah..blah…..huh…in-ana nlng jd ko ka walay buhat for 6 months..*wondering* sshhh..pwd kaha nko isuwat dri ang net browsing…..oi..inperness..unsa rmn sd akong gina-browse…c google rmn jd..nya mostly kay dictionary..spelling..pronunciation..human..balhin nsd sa sunstar..ab cors..kunsirn citizen baya ko..*click* *click* wookie..mao nani..dear papa joe..waaah..what a problem..*arrow down* tambagi ko Noy Kulas.. hay…nglibog ko asay ms dako nga problema..ang lablayp sa sender nga 17 yrs old nga na-inlab nya d musugot iyang mama ky bata pa siya nga muresult sa iyang hayag nga pyutyur or ang akong pg fill-out sa akong PA form nga kung dli matarong muresult sa akong hangitngit nga pyutyur…hmmm…ipadala ko kaha ni ni papa joe or ni noy kulas…..unsaon sd nko pg construct…Dear Noy Kulas..am 1 of ur avid fan…(mao mn gd na kanunay nga intro)..kining akong problema..problema ni sa dghan nko nga opizmet..ang uban ngproblema kay walay masulat..ang uban pd ngproblema sa space tungod sa kdghan pwd ipamutbot…ky limited rmn lagi ky 2 pages rmn pwd..aw waitz..pwd na d i 3 pages krn..ug naa poy uban..wa ngproblema..pero ngbagutbot..ky wa gihapoy increase..wahehehe…pro confidential na noy kulas..aw..papa joe..aw..kinsa gani to akong gisuwatan ani (pleaz dnt publish my e-mail.(mao sd ni kasagaran katapusan sa letter))..anywayz..mao to..nglibog ko..mupadayon pa ba kaha ko aning trabahua..f muondang pd ko..unsaon nlng ang pag-skwela ni buknoy..mao pa rba twn pg grade 1 ato..kargo d kunsnsya nko ang iyang pyutyur..nya unsaon nlng ang duha ka mga puloy nga gigatas pa..ug ang mga baktin nga buhi ni madder..ang kabaw ug mga manok ni pader..sustento sa vanity nga sakit ni sister…allowance pra ipang-chiks ni brader…byranan sa balay..kuryente..tubig..credit card..sustento sa uyab nga ngskwela sa la-salle, libre sa mga pipol nga dugay na nkong gisaaran librehon nga nakalibre nlng balik nko..libre sa mga nanguyab nga nanlibre pero namoyboy ug d sugton mao ako nlng librehon ug balos…...d bale na noy kulas *slash* papa joe..nakadesisyon nko..ako nlng jd humanon akong PA pra ma-submit na…..hahay...

Babel

I’ve been staring at my monitor for hours, seldom blinking. Can’t help but realize that my monitor has been staring at me too and it’s constantly blinking. Of course it’s blinking you idiot. The cursor is active, what else are you thinking? Did you actually think I was staring at a dead monitor? Well, hell no! I’ve been staring at this tv-like-yet-responsive-creation-of-a-human-being thing since morning but still haven’t figured out how to put it to good use. I can practice coding for one, but good systems to work on seem to find their way at the same time to squeeze into my jelly-fish-sort-of brain. Go figure! How about facebooking? I can’t believe I have totally lost my interest with facebook. Does being on your late twenties automatically make you a dot to connect to and be connected to in the constellation called Not-in? Whew, alert! Haven’t really been productive last year and it is starting to freak me out that I’m on my way to continuing my journey on the road of being a pain in the ass to my leader and to the management. This thing which started to bore me last year has really gotten into my nerves. I’ve been finding a term for this thing but up to now I still call it, this thing. Has my brain lost its power? Probably loosen some bolts? Need to be cleaned? Be Re-formatted? De-fragmenting might work. Have I been writing non-sense this long? And who in their right mind would waste even a second to read and endure the agony of reading this non-sense? You did? Well, it could only mean one thing. You are bored yourself. Some things just don’t make sense right? And oftentimes it doesn’t help to read something which you can’t get the sense out of no matter how many times you re-read it and no matter how long you stare at the words that just seem to jumble and ended up as a sentence simply because it ends with a period. Maybe it is time to put everything to its proper use. In short, let’s get back to work kiddo!

na-bore c moulan...part III..

Dah..gisapot ko oi..aw..d pd ingon nga sapot..gilaay ko nga wa ko kasabot..naay buhatunon pero way lami ibuhat..hinuon d mn pd in-ana ka grabeh ang himuonon..ngbulag nmn sd cguro akong lawas ug kalag ug utok..feeling nko akong lawas naa sa opees..akong kalag naa sa kalbaryo ug akong utok nabilin guro sa bowl sa cr..basin na flush nato.. just 1 of dos deys nga mglibog ka unsay imong buhaton.. ngcge ko surp sa net pero wala mn say topic nga mu-make sens..aw..naa guro pero d ko kasabot nya mawad-an ra sd kog interis dayon…nghulat ko sa akong prin na ka-chat nko sa facebook..wala mn sd siya ng onlayn..gi-klos nlng nko kay maka-kunsinsya sd baya mg cge open ug facebook nya wa ka ngwork..d pd ko in-ana ka unpropesyonal..slayt lng…wahehhehe…ug ang akong mga isda sa Fishworld..nangamatay na…kay ang akong tig-rebayb..pastilan…nangayo lng ug machiatto (sakto ba ispiling ani?...dah..d ko tig-inom ani oi..prap akong peborit)…ngpabayad na…itug-an ko kaha ning Bob Ong…kay ng mensyon rba to si Bob Ong sa iyang buk nga Bakit Baliktad Magbasa ng Libro Ang Mga Pilipino (adbertaysing..heheh…pero wa ko namaligya hap..) nga nabuang na lagi kuno ang mga pinoy pati ang tibuok world sa Starbucks…tsk..tsk…ug mag study nsd kog nihongo…f nakabasa mo sa akong mga boring intris sa una…nglibog pa ko ato nga taym sa mga particle..en-pernes to me..krn kay medyo hayag2x na ang mga wo, ha, de, no, mo…murag ma brayt nko ani gamay…cge…anhi lng sa ha…kay mg eksam npd kuno mi..ug atimana kay puro nsd masu..masu..kirimasu, kakimasu, kakemasu, kikimasu, hay…nus-a pa kaha ko mahuman ani…not in a milyon yers…

so tired of being sick...

Hahay…Im sick again…why in hell do I always get sick…I can pretty much say I am a healthy living person. I am fond of veggies, I eat meat sometimes, I exercise, which is one of the things I really love to do. I drink vitamins. I usually get 8 hours of sleep. I’m not a drinker, I’m not a smoker (though I drink occasionally because our body needs few percentage of alcohol right?... and I also smoke like very, very occasionally, usually when I feel so cold or when hanging out with friends who smoke cause I prefer to smoke than be a second-hand smoker). I drink one cup of coffee in the morning, juice after lunch, energy drink in the afternoon and a glass of milk during the evenings. I seldom drink soft drinks. I can say I practically do what is right for my body. I guess I have no choice but to blame everything on this freaking psychosomatic illness thing…grrrr….just hate that…