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In a world where we do not know where and what are we really going to end up, what is the whole point of going too far? The real world doesn’t tell us about our future nor it gives any promises that we will be what we want ourselves to be. Humankind becomes evil by its own regard; we are mere angels who fell from the ground. Some took off their wings while others chose to keep them.

In my own judgement, many angels have broken wings. Everyday, on my way to work, while walking the streets, while hailing a cab, I see them — looking at me. I maybe among them. But then maybe not.

I want to understand why there are so many people who seem to be always looking for something even though blessings are already peering at them straight in the face. They make me feel sad; they make the world cry. And I pity them. What gives contentment? What makes people say ‘enough’? What would it take to make someone happy (in its truest sense?). What does it take to see someone give that genuine smile and the tears flow from the heart?

Everyday, in the world that I live in — the corporate setting – I am disappointed by what I see. People work like machines; as if there’s no heart in them at all. I don’t mean all — sometimes, the ones on top are the more heartless kind. The ones at the bottom receive the blow. How can one man feel superior over another when they have the same pair of hands, the feet that keep them attached to the ground, the mind to think what’s wrong or right and the heart to feel?

I wish we have the answers. I wish we have the cure for this malady. The attitude is infectious and eventually, it will all lead us to death.

(Sorry Kat, this took eons before posting… )

Tagged by Katkat

Once you’ve been tagged, you have to write eight (8) facts/things/habits about yourself, saying who tagged you. In the end you need to choose the six (6) people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs.

1. I am a heavy (as in addict) coffee drinker. Been trying to cut down for ages… haaayyyy…

2. I have a strong belief na dati ako akong pusang gala. Maybe that’s why I like them so much (‘wag lang yung sobrang kadiri na).

3. I’ve seen the movie “My Sassy Girl” more than twice the number of my fingers and toes(^_^). Yessss… I AM A FAN.

4. I have this weird case of last song syndrome (LSS). Yung tapos na yung kanta at may panibago nang tumutugtog pero ang kinakanta ko pa din yung previous song. I find it annoying.

5. My bad mood remedies : Pachelbel Canon in D; Christian Music; Be deaf and mute for about one hour; and FOOD.

6. Madali akong patawanin. Ergo, madali din akong paiyakin.

7. Ang juvenile ko magka-crush… hehe…

8. Addicted ako sa Korean movies at soap ngayon… hehe.

I’m tagging Kai, ChinChin and Katrine. (Sorry, I can’t think of anybody else to tag…)



Hay… how time flies. Whenever my mind flies back to yesteryears, I can’t believe that I used to help you dress yourself, even make fun of you while at it, asking you to wear my school skirt despite your protests and cries of torment. I am truly sorry.

I remember that time when you were born. I woke up surprised to see that I was hugging ‘Lola Inang’ instead of mom. It turned out she was out to deliver you into this world. It was funny though because I can’t remember being angry at the situation or feeling threatened that someone would share pop and mom’s affection; that I wouldn’t be the ‘baby’ of the family anymore.

In fact, I was kind of excited. I shared your crib and even your Cerelac. I accepted the fact that you can have everything that you want because you were YOU. Yes, there were times when we fought like cats and dogs, imitated Hulk Hogan and Ultimate Warrior because of some petty squabbles with ‘Ate’ as our usual referee.

When I remember those, I can’t help but laugh. How you have grown over the years. Sure, we still fight; You still make my blood boil and drive me out of my wits. You still make me cry. But being your older sister, I don’t have the heart to be mad at you for so long that I often give in. I let things pass because even though you don’t say it, I know you are sorry.

Being a softie isn’t a part of you. You always project that ‘toughie’ attitude that sometimes repel even our folks. Yet you are so caring and so sweet, a loving and thoughtful ‘Kuya’ who takes care of both ‘Ate’ and me . Truly, you are the ‘Kuya’ that we never had.

I thank God you didn’t grow up to be a delinquent or a rebel. Instead, you choose to be responsible and be the ‘kind’ person that you are right now.

An artist, a musician, a romantic — you are all of these.

You are growing up so fast. You are maturing beyond your years. And I am so proud of you.

‘AYLACHU’ KUYA!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Mwaaaah!


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