Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
OMG!!!
OMG! I am now hooked. Juciy details, as in juicy details! Shocking. Entertainingly addictive. This is better than the new Marlboro Lights blue packaging that I just bought in MiniStop that comes with a free lighter for only P38.00.
As in...hay.
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As in...hay.
Click into this link or use this URL for the complete details about what I am talking about:
http://delfindjmontano.blogspot.com/
Saturday, March 8, 2008
It's my Birthday
In Friday, I’ll be turning 23. Twenty-three years of living may be considered both young and old. Too young for so many things, yet old enough to be exposed to all experiences life is to bring.
I must admit, I really don’t celebrate my birthday. The last time that I celebrated that day was when I was seven. I still have the pictures that my mom took from that day. After that, March 7 was just among the ordinary days that I have, and will have. Last year was different though. It was more emotional. And then this time, March 7 is nearing, yet again.
Maybe, it was the thought of getting old. Or maybe the fear of knowing that the more you get old, the more that you get more responsibilities.
Later this day, I was having some cigarettes. A guy, obviously a college student, was walking briskly. Probably, he’s late for a class, or something else. The real reason, I’ll never know. There’s something in that guy that screams young blood. And like a vampire hunting out for fresh warm blood, my mind started racing with thoughts. Many times I get delusional like this.
And then a thought occurred and ate all the other thoughts that I was having: he’s young, and I will never be that young again.
Yes, I feel old. Twenty-three years is old. There are many things that I wished I did when I was twenty-two. But, then again, the time has run out. All I have to do is to accept. Or, probably, I can make up to it by doing those things that I wished I did. Hopefully, my work schedule, me being a son and a brother and lastly being friend will somehow give me sometime to be just me.
So, this coming Friday, I am wishing for a lot of things.
P.S. I have given up the thought of forcing a friend about getting me Gretchen Baretto CD. Baretto CD sounds like a multiplex. And that this post was supposed to have been posted in Friday. Yes, there was a celebration. Yey!
I must admit, I really don’t celebrate my birthday. The last time that I celebrated that day was when I was seven. I still have the pictures that my mom took from that day. After that, March 7 was just among the ordinary days that I have, and will have. Last year was different though. It was more emotional. And then this time, March 7 is nearing, yet again.
Maybe, it was the thought of getting old. Or maybe the fear of knowing that the more you get old, the more that you get more responsibilities.
Later this day, I was having some cigarettes. A guy, obviously a college student, was walking briskly. Probably, he’s late for a class, or something else. The real reason, I’ll never know. There’s something in that guy that screams young blood. And like a vampire hunting out for fresh warm blood, my mind started racing with thoughts. Many times I get delusional like this.
And then a thought occurred and ate all the other thoughts that I was having: he’s young, and I will never be that young again.
Yes, I feel old. Twenty-three years is old. There are many things that I wished I did when I was twenty-two. But, then again, the time has run out. All I have to do is to accept. Or, probably, I can make up to it by doing those things that I wished I did. Hopefully, my work schedule, me being a son and a brother and lastly being friend will somehow give me sometime to be just me.
So, this coming Friday, I am wishing for a lot of things.
P.S. I have given up the thought of forcing a friend about getting me Gretchen Baretto CD. Baretto CD sounds like a multiplex. And that this post was supposed to have been posted in Friday. Yes, there was a celebration. Yey!
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Coffee Maker and the Blinking Thingy
The blinking thing in my Microsoft word has been blinking non-stop for the past hour. I promised myself that tonight I’ll be writing the things that I have been pondering on for the whole week now. But, nothing would come out. Like what’s happening to the coffee maker at this point, no coffee would come out. My precious coffee maker is broken. Nothing would come out.
This afternoon, I was in my college, helping with some things that our yearbook needs. Evidently, the new staff of my beloved school publication is like my coffee maker and the blinking thing on my computer screen a while ago. Even if I pull out every hair attached to their bodies, nothing would come out. Nothing would simply come out!
Without me noticing, I gave up thinking what to write. So, I learned to just let go. This sounds old, but letting go of something or someone is the formula to get things working. It does sound old and ridiculously delusional. It takes a long while to learn how this works. And that long while is painstaking. It is like a limbo, where everything is of uncertainty.
But, we both know that this would change. Yes, eventually, everything will change. So, if you are in this process of letting go, but finding that nothing is coming out from it, don’t push yourself. This too will pass. And before you know it, things are starting to work out fine for you.
And when that time comes, all you can say is: Charot, bring it on, bitch!
This afternoon, I was in my college, helping with some things that our yearbook needs. Evidently, the new staff of my beloved school publication is like my coffee maker and the blinking thing on my computer screen a while ago. Even if I pull out every hair attached to their bodies, nothing would come out. Nothing would simply come out!
Without me noticing, I gave up thinking what to write. So, I learned to just let go. This sounds old, but letting go of something or someone is the formula to get things working. It does sound old and ridiculously delusional. It takes a long while to learn how this works. And that long while is painstaking. It is like a limbo, where everything is of uncertainty.
But, we both know that this would change. Yes, eventually, everything will change. So, if you are in this process of letting go, but finding that nothing is coming out from it, don’t push yourself. This too will pass. And before you know it, things are starting to work out fine for you.
And when that time comes, all you can say is: Charot, bring it on, bitch!
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