new semester, new life, new love...

Good day!

I am preparing myself for school as I'm writing this.

Today is the first day of the second semester in college.

I just miss blogging. I miss sharing my stories. I've had a very hectic schedule last semester, and I hope I'll be having another loaded semester now. Being busy is fun. It takes you away from unimportant worldly matters and focus on things at hand.

I already found him. ^_^ We're celebrating our first month on Wednesday, and I hope to celebrate our relationship for years to come. Details later.

The sun shines brightly today, I hope I'll have a very happy day (I know It'll be happy because I'm with him. Hehe.)

I'm living, loving and enjoying my life. I hope you do to, or try to at least be that. ^_^

Ciao! Later then...

A dream

I had a dream, it was about the man who saved me from danger.

There I was living in a strange city, in an apartment, and there I lived by myself.
I was wandering around the city and decided to pass by the apartment of a friend. But I seem to have lost my way around to my friend's house. There I was stuck in the outskirts of the city, where it has been rumored to have been guarded by a vicious panther. I didn't know what to do, I was lost! I am scared of the thought of being attacked by the panther.

I was about to turn around to look for another route, to escape that horrible part of the city, when a panther blocked my way. I yelled for help as loud as I could, I hoped that the people would hear me, but no one came. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a black racing car appeared. The car door opened and heard a voice saying, "get in, fast!" I hopped inside the car and shut the door, I stared at the window, looking at the mad panther that was about to attack me. I escaped.

I rested my head at the car seat, eager to see who have saved me from that danger, turned my head around to the driver and saw this guy. I sighed and blurted out, "what an angel." His face has this trace of innocence, yet attractive enough to stare at. His facial features were both soft and defined, like how angels are supposed to be. He was tall, well built and has skin as fair as snow.

Exhaustion overcame my senses, I wrapped my arms around him and felt his warmth; that made me relaxed and comforted. He responded by embracing me with his free arm as he continued driving. There I slept on his shoulders.

I woke up at his house, in his room. I looked for him and found him about to take a bath, I told him I had to go. He wanted me to stay, but I insisted that I had to hurry to meet up with a friend. He didn't say a word, he gave me a tight warm hug instead. I felt like melting from what he did.
He told me that his parents are up and I had to dodge them on my way out, he didn't want them to see me, he told me to go out of the house as quickly as I can; and so I did. I saw their helper, she was about to ask me who I was but I just ignored her. I passed by a mirror and saw that I was only wearing shirt and briefs! I heard his parents come out of the master bedroom, so I hurried my way out of their unit. I found a staircase and made my way up. I saw a small door and opened it, and to my surprise, it was my friend's house!
The End.

I don't want to sound so desperate but, I woke up sad after that dream. I was having another 'wishful thinking moment'. Is it wrong to hope for something like that to happen in real life? - to have a man save you from solitude, to love you truthfully and unconditionally? Sigh.

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this is my first ever post from my notebook. ^_^ hooray for me and my notebook. ^_^

if you were to describe happiness in one word how would you describe it?

sunshine. happiness is like sunshine.

but what if it rained? then you wouldn't be happy then?

no. i'd still be happy, because behind that cloud of rain there is still sunshine.

happiness is sunshine. we should learn how to be resilient like sunshine-that despite heavy rains and storms, the sun will continuously emerge to give warmth to everything and everyone.

happiness is not just about contentment, or maybe it is. for resilience of the human spirit makes one optimistic, and this optimism creates contentment.

words.

sometimes the things that we say mean nothing at all. like blank bullets on high caliber guns.
we say things that doesn't really mean anything, but if perceived by the listener, the words that we have said may mean indifferently. it is the listener that gives meaning to each of the words that the speaker says. if the speaker and the listener have the same semantics, then it would be easier for them to understand one another. this is how communication works, and communication is a very broad and complicated matter.

it is frustrating, both for the speaker and the listener if they cannot comprehend each other's words. one may mean a thing, and the other may perceive it differently. this may lead to misunderstanding and failure of good communication - miscommunication.

we have to choose our words wisely, though we can always fire blank bullets, we still have to choose each of the words that we would have to say. it is not irresponsibility, we just forget that sometimes the messages that we convey are either misinterpreted or misunderstood. we are but humans, and to err is a proof of being one.
there are no perfect words, there are no perfect language.

so why am i telling you all these? i don't know.
all i know is, i have this sudden urge to write and say stuff. this may have been probably a result of my overcrowded mind. i have to find an outlet, to let the clutter in my mind go. i have to keep more space in my mind, i have to let it become wide open. i have to think more of bright ideas and catchy concepts. i have to formulate questions.

words. my ways of expressing myself. through this, i can tell you that i am plainly bored. that i have become a stagnant being, imprisoned to the academical confines.
tell me, am i losing myself?

i am crazy. how can you be sure that i'm crazy? are you going to judge me based on this post to tell that i'm crazy. besides, how can you know if one is crazy and you are not. what if in my point-of-view, you are the crazy one and i am not? how do you define crazy?

words. are powerful. yet...
words. sometimes words are just mere words. you just give meaning to it.
words. you sensationalize it. you ignore it. you give attention to it. you read it. you define it.

nalaglag ang brip ko

ngarag akong pumasok sa eskwela ngayon. walang tulog at walang matinong kain. sumakit ang ulo ko, parang binibiyak ito sa gitna at wari bang sasabog ang utak ko. salamat sa prod namin kaya nagkakaganito kami, pero enjoy pa rin naman kahit papano. medyo sumasakit nga lang ang ulo namin ng dahil sa patayong kabaong na yan.

oh well papel. ayun nga, kumain muna kami pagkatapos nung essay namin. tutal, sobrang gutom na rin naman kami at medyo boring yung class na susunod - ang social psychology. ang boring kasi nung prof. lagi nga kaming nagpapalate dun kasi kumakain muna kami. wala po kasi kaming break kapag tth, tuloy-tuloy ang klase namin.

kaya dumeretso kami sa canteen, kumain ng sandamakmak na pagkain, kwentuhan ng saglit tapos diretso ng klase. isip-isip namin... "naku, eto na naman tayo sa boring na subject na ito..."

sumilip kami sa bintana, ibang prof yung nakita namin.
"dito ba tayo mga friends?"
"oo, dito tayo, ano ba. pero ba't iba yung prof?"

nahiya kaming pumasok sa aming silid. dali-daling umupo sa aming upuan at tumingala sa professor...

oh my god... ang gwapo-gwapo naman nitong prof natin mga friends...

"sir, kayo na po ba ang bago naming prof?"
"yes."
"sir... wag na kayo aalis ha..." sabay tawanan.

grabe, nalaglag talaga brip ng sangkabaklaan sa room kanina. pati mga babae sobrang laglag ang mga panga, halos sumayad na sa sahig. syempre, pati ako, instant crush ko na itong si sir. eh mas bata sa akin. at super may itsura sya ha.

ang saya, super landian galore kanina.
oh well, tuesday and thursday evenings will never be the same again. ^_^

power dressing!

gustong-gusto ko ang pagsusuot ng damit na may dating (na may arrive!). sapagkat nakakapagpadagdag ito ng kumpiyansa sa aking sarili. kapag komportable ako sa suot kong damit, pinagagaan nito ang aking damdamin at pinagmumukha ako nitong tao! hahaha. biro lang.

pero mayroong kakaibang pakiramdam kapag nagsusuot ka ng damit na magmumukha kang authoritative, di bale kung pang-porma ito o yung pangkaraniwang uniporme (para sa mga estudyanteng may uniporme sa eskwela) na ginagamit natin sa pangaraw-araw.
sabi ko nga sa kaibigan kong si Sharon kanina eh bitchy-bitchyhan ako. i looked like some corporate bitch ready for some hot leather action! biro lang din. imaginin mo ang straight-cut, flat front pants, nice fitting white polo, black leather shoes, black faux leather bag, and shades na naglalakad sa kalagitnaan ng walkway ng eskwelahan pagkababa ng bus.

wari bang sinasabi ko na:
"tumabi kayong lahat... dadaan ang pinakahayop na tao sa balat ng lupa." (evil laugh and grin)

pero seryoso, mayroong uplifting na pakiramdam kapag nagsusuot ka ng malulupit na damit. kaya ang payo ko lang sa inyo, isuot nyo lamang ang mga damit na komportable sa inyo. kahit ito pa ang pinakasimpleng pares ng damit na mayroon ka, magmumukha kang maharlika sa pagdadala ng iyong sarili - dahil nga komportable ka sa kung anong nakapulupot sa katawan mo. haha. naniniwala kasi ako sa kasabihang less is more na inadopt ni Ludwig Mies Van Der Rohe (isa sa nagpasiklab ng minimalism sa arkitektura). hindi ko sinasabing kakaunti lamang na tela ang isuot, ang sinabi ko ay yung simple lang.

sidestory lang: medyo lumalala na ata ang pagkahumaling ko sa leather. basta may kung anong kapangyarihan ang leather na magpaligaya at magpasaya. hahaha. itinuturing ko nang boyfriend ang aking mga balat na sapatos, wallet, pati yung faux o synthetic leather kong bagelya (bag). kasi hindi nila ako iiwanan kahit ano pa man ang mangyari. (kakaibang diversion ito Gee).

natutuwa ako sa sinulat kong ito. napakagaan at napakamakasarili. hehe. pagbigyan nyo na muna ako ngayon.

caramel and chocolate

your sweet skin of caramel hue insatiates my mind.
your ivory teeth that beams with your smile blinds me with desire.
your almond eyes that speaks of happiness warms my soul.
and your lips, your succulent cherry lips softens my rigid heart.

and boy, you just melt me like chocolate.

123

123. let's count from 1 to 3.
123. my blog's posts are one hundred and twenty three!
yipee! ^_^