Just when I was looking through my fourth grade picture that my friend posted (and illegally tagged* me to) on facebook, I get a glimpse down Patty Laurel's blog and the memories that came with it when she was that age, too. All I could do was tear up for various reasons like 1) her story was so kilig-worthy that it makes me go 'aaaawwww' 2) Atom A was also in my crush ranks at the time that it makes me go 'namaaaaan' and 3) she's just so good with words that it makes me go, 'haaaay.'
I would have loved to be the one who wrote that blog. To share that story. Maybe not having Atom per se just the thought of your first crush being your last crush and being able to write it like that.
Meh, do I ask for too much? Dear Universe, you are so playing favorites, I'm gonna tell on you!
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*So about that illegal tagging... I have rules, you see, being that I am the xaris. LOL.
Here's the thing, if you're my facebook friend (or contact in any social networking site that has a tagging function), you may want to remember a few things.
The Xaris Rules for Tagging The Xaris
1. Do not tag the xaris if the xaris is not in the photo.
2. Do not tag the xaris if the xaris is fugleh in the photo.
3. Do not tag the xaris without her consent.
For a privileged few who have not suffered remove tag attacks from moi, they know better and that, I personally believe, should be an example that's worth emulating. Kapeesh?
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Blog Number Five
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Days like these cause me to rethink the meaning of life. Nah, I don't really get that much far into the thought process... maybe that's what's killing my brain cells. I used to like to think. To argue with myselves over the simplest and the grandest topics. Sadly though, when there are people who'd actually get into a no-nonsense discussion with me, I tend to be a konkerhead.
What can I do to prevent bobo-phases? I surround myself with brilliant people, that should be enough stuff to rub off on me, right?
I need a resolution and soon. I always say that and nothing happens. Maybe this time by not saying it something concrete will finally happen.
I find myself tired all the time and I catch myself saying 'hate, hate, ayoko na' quite too often. Where did my bubbly self go? Where did the smiley doofus who had on layers and layers of clothes hie off? I used to sing and dance in the rain, roll on the grass, run in heels, talk to myself and not care what anyone thinks. When did I start caring?
Hah, I'm in a rut. My life is ending.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Blog Number Four
What do you know, after this, I can slack off until Friday for that last blog then hoo-hah, one thing off my list. So what were the other four things?
I seriously cannot remember.
Seriously.
Ate Ivy or Ate Riz has to remind me, please.
So today, I finally had my permit renewed. The one I got in 2008 was totally useless as I was not able to practice driving then because I'm a moron and I had all the excuses in the world not to drive. I have run out of excuses. Consider this a public testament that I, the xaris, will be officially part of the roads of Metro Manila (so help me, God) this year and that I'm not afraid anymore.
Oh but I'm sanguine. Who knows when I wake up in the morning, I'd lose the excitement and revert to my slothish self, relying on cabs and our driver to get me anywhere. But no, this must stop. And I am driving this!
(not the real Edward). I can't take a good picture of him for some reason. I'll try again in the morning. Heee. <3
No congratulations until I am able to really take it out into the streets.
I seriously cannot remember.
Seriously.
Ate Ivy or Ate Riz has to remind me, please.
So today, I finally had my permit renewed. The one I got in 2008 was totally useless as I was not able to practice driving then because I'm a moron and I had all the excuses in the world not to drive. I have run out of excuses. Consider this a public testament that I, the xaris, will be officially part of the roads of Metro Manila (so help me, God) this year and that I'm not afraid anymore.
Oh but I'm sanguine. Who knows when I wake up in the morning, I'd lose the excitement and revert to my slothish self, relying on cabs and our driver to get me anywhere. But no, this must stop. And I am driving this!
(not the real Edward). I can't take a good picture of him for some reason. I'll try again in the morning. Heee. <3 No congratulations until I am able to really take it out into the streets.
Blog Number Three
Maybe blogging's dead, or at its early stages of impending demise. With the onset of photoblogs and microblogs, why would a self-respecting web-dependent drone opt to read through or write a whole composition when he could easily browse through or create 140-character updates or pretty pictures along the way?
I think this generation of internet users have a different use for blogging. Nothing's personal anymore. Not like the glory years of tabulas, livejournal, and blogspot when 'bloggers' randomly spurted out thoughts and not care what anyone thinks but liked to have comments anyway. I guess my network just gave up on the thought of using internet time to pry into each other's deep, personal issues or whatnot.
At some point, I am gulity of quitting the written expression realm of intarnetz. It has been a long time since I deliberately lurked to check new entries on my blogroll (not that I have any; I just knew who to follow then). And yes, this may be due to lack of time and oh my gosh I think this is the age group where we outgrow things we did three years back.
I'm trying to recall the blogs I frequently visit in the past and how cool it was to nod and say, sometimes outloud, 'yeah, right on!' I don't have that luxury now.
Saturday over coffee with my ates, I got to thinking that perhaps this generation is much too busy that all they can afford are status updates, a link to a photo here and there, one click to like, retweet, reblog, share...
If they're too busy, how come some of them still have time to cultivate farms and whip up a mean main course on facebook? I guess the strokes are different now. Creativity has taken another form and I am lost in translation.
Am I the only one who likes to kick it old school? (Well, minus the fact that I do not blog in livejournal anymore because I only have three active friends there who are also facebook active)
It is my personal belief that my multiple social networking sites are up for specific reasons. Multiply for photos (and occasional blogging), friendster for memories' sake (just so everyone knows how cool I am for having one in 2003), livejournal for worldy blogs (haha), and facebook for superpoke (and other stuff).
I do not add friends on facebook because I know why people want to expand their network over there. I am sorry but you have no use for me for your mobs, posses, farms, night clubs, sororities, kitchens, hotels, what have you.
Now I'm thinking maybe it is not such a good thing to be stuck in the jurassic while everyone else has moved on. But I'm not usually one who goes for what is uso, so okay, this is how it's going to be for me. Loner even in cyberspace.
I think this generation of internet users have a different use for blogging. Nothing's personal anymore. Not like the glory years of tabulas, livejournal, and blogspot when 'bloggers' randomly spurted out thoughts and not care what anyone thinks but liked to have comments anyway. I guess my network just gave up on the thought of using internet time to pry into each other's deep, personal issues or whatnot.
At some point, I am gulity of quitting the written expression realm of intarnetz. It has been a long time since I deliberately lurked to check new entries on my blogroll (not that I have any; I just knew who to follow then). And yes, this may be due to lack of time and oh my gosh I think this is the age group where we outgrow things we did three years back.
I'm trying to recall the blogs I frequently visit in the past and how cool it was to nod and say, sometimes outloud, 'yeah, right on!' I don't have that luxury now.
Saturday over coffee with my ates, I got to thinking that perhaps this generation is much too busy that all they can afford are status updates, a link to a photo here and there, one click to like, retweet, reblog, share...
If they're too busy, how come some of them still have time to cultivate farms and whip up a mean main course on facebook? I guess the strokes are different now. Creativity has taken another form and I am lost in translation.
Am I the only one who likes to kick it old school? (Well, minus the fact that I do not blog in livejournal anymore because I only have three active friends there who are also facebook active)
It is my personal belief that my multiple social networking sites are up for specific reasons. Multiply for photos (and occasional blogging), friendster for memories' sake (just so everyone knows how cool I am for having one in 2003), livejournal for worldy blogs (haha), and facebook for superpoke (and other stuff).
I do not add friends on facebook because I know why people want to expand their network over there. I am sorry but you have no use for me for your mobs, posses, farms, night clubs, sororities, kitchens, hotels, what have you.
Now I'm thinking maybe it is not such a good thing to be stuck in the jurassic while everyone else has moved on. But I'm not usually one who goes for what is uso, so okay, this is how it's going to be for me. Loner even in cyberspace.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Blog Number Two
Blog-slacked (is a tongue-twister, try it) for a whole week, now I'm down to a little over seven days to get this project off my list.
It wasn't that I didn't have any stories to tell, in fact, there were a lot but draft in and draft out, I can't help but think there is nothing spectacular about what I have to say. I have lost inclinations for writing.
There was a season when I thought I wrote well. I'd fish for compliments from my friends (It pays to keep only a few friends; at least you're sure of the sincerity of your fanbase haha) and they'd be the supportive lot you know they can be. For a while it felt great but sometimes when I read through what I wrote, I feel a lack of depth and sophistication that maybe they were too afraid to point out.
And they'd have reason to be afraid to hurt my feelings knowing that 1) I can be overly sensitive (though I haven't had this for a long time) and 2) I do not like correction. Yes, I am very mayabang like that. I'd like to believe I've humbled down since the peak of my over-personhood though there's a nasty nagging at the back of my head that says no, some things never change.
Some people say words are powerful; you are who you claim. For the longest time, I have been owning the word mayabang. Thankfully, there was a time when I got a good whack from the Lord that reminded me that if there's anything I need to boast, that would be Him. And now I'm considering all the years past and wonder when was the last time xai was synonymous to mayabang. I forget. It could be because I have been 'sober' or I just fail to claim it but live it anyway.
I am thankful for my many personalities, haha. At least I can do cross-checking with one of them. I'm even more thankful I have very good friends. At least I could get a different perspective from them.
Actually, I was going to tell you about many coffee experiences but other words took over, thus this boring entry. Dear Blog Number Three, please come today.
It wasn't that I didn't have any stories to tell, in fact, there were a lot but draft in and draft out, I can't help but think there is nothing spectacular about what I have to say. I have lost inclinations for writing.
There was a season when I thought I wrote well. I'd fish for compliments from my friends (It pays to keep only a few friends; at least you're sure of the sincerity of your fanbase haha) and they'd be the supportive lot you know they can be. For a while it felt great but sometimes when I read through what I wrote, I feel a lack of depth and sophistication that maybe they were too afraid to point out.
And they'd have reason to be afraid to hurt my feelings knowing that 1) I can be overly sensitive (though I haven't had this for a long time) and 2) I do not like correction. Yes, I am very mayabang like that. I'd like to believe I've humbled down since the peak of my over-personhood though there's a nasty nagging at the back of my head that says no, some things never change.
Some people say words are powerful; you are who you claim. For the longest time, I have been owning the word mayabang. Thankfully, there was a time when I got a good whack from the Lord that reminded me that if there's anything I need to boast, that would be Him. And now I'm considering all the years past and wonder when was the last time xai was synonymous to mayabang. I forget. It could be because I have been 'sober' or I just fail to claim it but live it anyway.
I am thankful for my many personalities, haha. At least I can do cross-checking with one of them. I'm even more thankful I have very good friends. At least I could get a different perspective from them.
Actually, I was going to tell you about many coffee experiences but other words took over, thus this boring entry. Dear Blog Number Three, please come today.
Thursday, May 06, 2010
Blog Number One
In two weeks, before my ate turns twenny seven (ang dami!), there are five things I have to accomplish. Since I'm bent on succeeding at something and two weeks seemed like a good time, we made a list over iced caramel macchiato at 1am-ish.
One of those five things is to blog at least five times within that period. The blogs could be about anything as long as I write five entries; they didn't specify though how long it should go. If I click on save and publish, this would have been one entry already. Being that I am schitz, I am debating with myselves whether to do just that or make this blog longer.
Two paragraphs don't look much so I will have to expand.
Moving on to paragraph number four. I read through my first draft and think how twenny seven is too far apart from twenny six. I am soo glad to be the youngest in our group. That way, they go through growing pains first and I can screen what works for me and avoid those that I cannot imagine handling.
I think this is good enough. I will now proceed to pestering my other sleeping ate because it's almost eight o' clock and she's still snoozing. Maybe because we slept at 3am watching A Walk to Remember and crying over Landon and Jamie. That was mostly me crying, by the way.
One of those five things is to blog at least five times within that period. The blogs could be about anything as long as I write five entries; they didn't specify though how long it should go. If I click on save and publish, this would have been one entry already. Being that I am schitz, I am debating with myselves whether to do just that or make this blog longer.
Two paragraphs don't look much so I will have to expand.
Moving on to paragraph number four. I read through my first draft and think how twenny seven is too far apart from twenny six. I am soo glad to be the youngest in our group. That way, they go through growing pains first and I can screen what works for me and avoid those that I cannot imagine handling.
I think this is good enough. I will now proceed to pestering my other sleeping ate because it's almost eight o' clock and she's still snoozing. Maybe because we slept at 3am watching A Walk to Remember and crying over Landon and Jamie. That was mostly me crying, by the way.
Saturday, May 01, 2010
This Month is for Falling In Love
Who says you can only be plagued with love in February or days in December?
I say May is good for getting crazy kilig and starry-eyed and peachy and gay.
This narration won't do any good without visual back up so lemme just keep you hanging. Harrr. I'm so, so, inlababo, it's ridiculous. The thought of him makes me smile. He's so... sleek. And NOT IMAGINARY.
My bronchitis is not getting any better, coupled with fever and flu (that conveniently goes away when I most need it) and yet I feel like I can dance and sing in the rain and just die happy.
*hearts* is all i see. *hearts*
I say May is good for getting crazy kilig and starry-eyed and peachy and gay.
This narration won't do any good without visual back up so lemme just keep you hanging. Harrr. I'm so, so, inlababo, it's ridiculous. The thought of him makes me smile. He's so... sleek. And NOT IMAGINARY.
My bronchitis is not getting any better, coupled with fever and flu (that conveniently goes away when I most need it) and yet I feel like I can dance and sing in the rain and just die happy.
*hearts* is all i see. *hearts*
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