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..