PUCHANESCA talaga... beside hinde aside. tanga naman!

tapos na.... whew

ayan na... eto na

is excited to watch "the private lives of pippa lee"

is approaching another battle ahead

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H.A.T.E.U.

@ Abby Maglaya : Sana lagay mo na rin yung name niya

Beautiful and Tired

been out and about for a while
seen new faces, styles and flows
i danced, i pranced, ate and sang
spent all my time 'round the metro

i got wasted, i got so bruised
mixed signals got me all confused
take me out of this game,i say
'm gon' quit this one i won't take

cause i am still beautiful but
tired to wait and see in the end
shall i win or lose my shanti?
I keep tryin' to stay afloat

beautiful and tired to see
maybe but no rain can crush thee
for love is one painful beauty
in time it'll get tired beating me

Isang Resolusyon

“maaaring hindi na siya mangyare sa akin
anung gagawin ko? nakakatakot.
bakit kaya may inimbento pang ganun?
wala na bang lunas o ginhawa man lang?”

marami akong tanung pero hindi ko na gustong hintayin kung may kasagutan pa sa kanilang lahat.sa ngayon, mas gusto ko nang isipin ang mga bagay na makakabuti sa akin lalo na sa hinaharap. problema lang talaga kapag nalilingat ako. naiisip ko ito at pag laon, gagawa ako ng mga bagay na ikakasakit lang ng kalooban ko.

i know we are trying to get by in this life where events or experiences happen to you randomly. we are all on the receiving end trying to make sense out of it. Still most of the times, we are lost in the confusion and find it hard to accept why these things happen to us. Kung meron lang akong paraan to shorthand this and move on to the happy ending, I would. Okay, ang unfair ko. I know puro sarap na lang gusto ko. Pero kung kilala mo ako, siguro hindi mo sasabihin ito sa akin. Marami na kasi akong pinagdaanan para sa murang edad ko. I never felt like my age.

Siguro naghahanap lang ako ng silver lining. Mahirap 'yon sa kahit anung panahon. Masaklap kasi talaga ang buhay. Lahat ng daan may nakabudbod na thumbtacks at kung ang sapatos mo walang makapal na swelas, aba'y goodluck. Ako? Ang swelas ko alkohol. Mali yun period pero mas gusto ko na yun kaysa maglakad sa mundo na conflicted, hirap. I am too concious of everything, as my friends say. Marami akong binibigay na meaning sa lahat ng bagay. I will go on to even say na kaya ako siguro maraming alam sa buhay kahit hindi pa sila nangyayari sa akin gaya ng mga relationships dahil masyadong gising ang diwa ko. Pwera na lang kapag lasing ako. Makes perfect sense, right?

Gayunpaman (Wow!), gusto ko pang matuto kung paano mabuhay. But as far as answering whether I end up with someone or not, suko na ako. I will avoid dwelling on that one. Instead, I want to focus on my other plans like having kids and living a simple fulfilling life. Naiisip ko kasi siguro ang love at relationships bilang silver linings sa buhay. Mali ba ‘yun? I guess hindi nga dapat ganun ang expectations ko. Masyado kasi akong nawili sa mga feel-good comedies. MALI!!! Masyado akong umaasa na sa bawat taong magbibigay sa akin ng extra attention, may hinuhulgan na silang emotional investment sa akin. MALI!!! Hindi naman ako kagaya ng isa kong kakilala na tipong maglalabas na ng traje de boda sa first date. Hindi ako ganun pero minsan nararamdaman ko baka magkaganun na ako. Kaya bago pa mangyare ‘yon, magbabago na ako.

Pwedeng hindi na mangyare sa akin yung romantic relationship na inaasam-asam ko.

Pwedeng forever na talaga akong magsolo sa buhay.

Pwedeng hindi na rin ako makaget over sa fact na walang ginawa ang Diyos para sa akin.

Pwedeng lahat ng ito ay magdulot sa akin ng pagkabaliw o di matatawarang depresyon.

Sa lahat ng iyon, keber na. Paghahandaan ko na lang kung papaano ako makakatayo ng mag-isa suot ang sapatos na may makapal na swelas (na hindi gawa sa alcohol).

Triskaideka

I was born on 1979.

The year Brenda Ann Spencer of San Diego California open fired, killing 2 of her teachers and injuring 8 of her classmates, just because she "hates Mondays."

1979 was also the year Mother Theresa got her Nobel Prize for Peace and Ozzy Osbourne was tagged as the Prince of Darkness.

One Child Policy in China was implemented and Seattle Supersonics won over Washington Bullets for the NBA Championship Ring (now that's something you dont get to hear very often!).

It was the year of the 30 minute snow at Sahara desert, the year LA passed their Gay and Lesbian Civil Rights Bill, the collapse of Pol Pot and the title of Smashing Pumpkin's most heard-of song ever.

The year I was born...the end of the Generation X...the 13th generation.

I am the end of Generation X but I am from that era nonetheless. Pragmatic, perceptive, savvy and amoral. This is me.

Keen in discernment with as-a-matter-of-fact approach...shrewd. Undistinguished morality or immorality.

Grunge, filthy with my jeans torn-up, garage noise passing up as heavy metal music. Soundgarden...Pearl Jam....Nirvana.

The rich deep tone of Chris Cornell with Black Hole Sun...the angst-filled voice of Eddie Vedder with Jeremy.... and that slurred narcotic-sated sound of Kurt Cobain singing In Bloom.

The slackers...the baby busters...the nomads...the awakened.

I am the end of the non-digitized people.

The Triskadeika generation...We are...I am Generation the 13th.

The Wretched Boredom of Searching for Nothing

What is it about our endless search for something else?

Something to fill the gap, something to fit into that gaping melancholic hole which is until now unknown.

What meaning am I looking for?

What exactly can make us...me happy?

Pain can't always be the proof which will argue for me that I'm still alive. That is to say very obvious. It'll be sado-masochistically painful. Something even me will soon cant bear. Then what now? Pain is the only thing out there that is abundant. Intentionally searched or not. Pleasure fleeting...too fast to be grasped.

I know someday boredom will eventually reach me. I better run.

Gambler's Ruin (Kung Bakit Bawal Umayaw ang Taong Nananalo sa Tong-its)

Lost. Again.

There is an abusive persistence which seems to give everybody the strength to get up and be back again on their feet after they have been blackened and blued.

The field looks inviting even if one still feels the bruises and lashes from the last beating. Every one of us is a gambler and each hangs on to his hope that he'll finally be on the winning side of the game.

But its a known fact that every gambler will lose at the end. The same principle that makes Vegas Vegas. And this is also why bawal umayaw ang taong nananalo sa tong-its.

Is it the same with our game?

Is it absurd to stand up and be there again to play?

Tiring hopelessness and yet...

Hang-ups, Krip and Once Again Kurt Cobain was Killed at Magnet

When does a day officially ends?

A typical Monday almost came to its doldrum end when suddenly I received an SMS from a friend. It was almost a month since I last heard from him with a message that said, " Ang hirap mo namang ayain.", which nudged the paranoid in me that he's a bit "tampo".

He is actually a sub-friend, if there is even such a word. He's a friend of a friend or rather, to put it more accurately, he's a friend of a guy-friend whom I had deep emotional issues with.

He was bored and feeling a bit under the blues. He cannot find somebody who's willing to share a drink with him on a Monday night and still not a total wino-head to talk to. Here's the dilemma, I was kind of looking forward to a ho-hum Monday night (as what all Mondays should be) and the paranoid guilt trip I had when I repeatedly turned him down a couple of times before....decisions...decisions...

The Paranoid Me won provided it'll be reasonably near. It was around 10pm when I met him at Magnet Katipunan which is just a sec of a drive from where I live. Smoking wasn't allowed upstairs so we settled outside along with a few chimney-mouthed individuals. We filled each with updates and stories that seemed lost along those years that we haven't heard or seen each other. I was casually having fun until our common friend was brought up. It was inevitable I guess. He asked why it didn't develop...flourish...or work out. Bakit nga ba?

For one, we'll surely clash. We're too much the same to work it out. Another is, he's a pricking maarte and I am a schizo with the blues, which from the last time I checked, is a bad combination. But still....

The night went on. Krip Yuson sat at the table behind us and we caught a glimpse of his brilliance... the amateur band played good songs, it was just too bad their voices sucked. Seal's A Kiss from a Rose was sung then they went on with Rape Me of Kurt Cobain. I almost saw, among my empty bottles, the already-dead Nirvana vocalist lying at the floor as the Magnet's band singer repeatedly pulled a few more shots of ammo to his head. Patay na, binaril pa ulit!

Tsk tsk.

Unicorn Bacardi

The past weekend should have been fun-filled for me.

I went to my sisters' place for a dance night out. On my way there, i bought a shirt to cap off my psyched gimmick mode. When i got there though, we were just tired. We decided to have a low key indoor drinking session but with a twist. Since we were never the siblings who put their perfect oufits to waste, we played dress up.

Then, we went to a nearby supermarket and scouted for the cheapest but of high quality alcohol.The goal was to get Tequila Sauza. It seemed, however, that everybody was onto this drink as well. It was out of stock. Dang it! We carefully looked rack to rack for the next best thing. What drink could get us off burning holes in our air sacs but not in our pockets? Nothing really tickled our fancy until we asked the sales lady.

We found ourselves enticed with the Bacardi Mojito pack. It had a glass tumbler, CD-Rom on how to make Mojitos and, the best of all things, a dildo-shaped stirrer for the price of 500Php. And just like that, we found our drink. The mojito night whipped us into a buying frenzy. We bought the ingredients for the mojito and went straight home after.

It was only then that we found out we forgot to buy club soda. Still, the night had to go on. My sisters concocted what I suspected to be, an orange juice with mint. In my mind, I was wondering if that drink would complement the Bacardi straight up. But then again, what the heck? I was way too busy putting on heavy eye makeup. Then Blacky, our guitarman/ friend, joined us. Everytime we and our closest friends drank, Blacky would join us. He would be Carlos Santana and we would be the many, many superstar guest singers in his album.

Nobody was in the mood to sing, though. We just chatted the night away. I thought, it was perfect. The topics were interesting enough to keep me from taking out my Shakira voice-belting prowess and instead put our about-to-be-fried brain cells to good use.I felt Blacky was relaxed at thought that he won't be playing guitar the entire night. He was so relaxed that he raised a topic so difficult and so provocative that got everybidy thinking.

"Who is/ are your unicorn/s?" Blacky said.

To this day, the issue would still arrest my thoughts. This was one of those moments where I wished Blacky would fucking shut his mouth and strum a melody. He was beginning to ruin my night.

"Who are your unicorns?" I thought to myself.

"Aren't they the mythical characters, usually white horses with horns that possess magical powers that can dispel evil and bad luck?"

Wrong. Apparently there would be several meanings to this creature. In psychology, there existed the unicorn concept or something you could describe but definitely unreal or imaginary.

The typical unicorn we grew up believing and loving.

Then Blacky's theory of unicorns. He said, unicorns are those people you have desired and/ or longed to have but never did. This was no longer, I said. The very reliable Bacardi was kicking my ass and my head was processing too many images, too many memories. too many feelings, mostly painful ones. I have had more unicorns than a real... well, i would not know what could be the unicorns' exisitng counterpart. Suffice to say, I had too many unfinished businesses with "relationships" I invested in. Associations that hunted and haunted me for years. Could I be a unicorn collector?

"I never had any unicorns. I got every person I wanted to have and have me," my eldest sister said.

I bellowed, "Lies!" Of course she had a lot of unicorns as well. If not, then she would not be single now. My middle sister said she had one. All of us knew who that guy is. She then added, "But I was a unicorn to everybody."

We could never be more related. Blacky said he has had two. One being the girl my deceased ex chased after dumping me. The other, a girl whom he played with as a child. In my mind, that could be a character he just made up in one of his games.

As for me, like I said, I have had a lot of unicorns. That wouldn't be the worst thing. The problem here would be that I kept unicorns and somehow continued to collect them. Blacky said the best way to get rid of them is to confront them or let them go. I found difficulty doing either one of them.

Unicorns are just too beautiful to be set free running wild into forests. In the hearts of my hearts, I would like them to stay but unicorns have magic. They are just too powerful to be controlled and here in my "ranch" all i could do is hope.

I was thinking of unicorns when i forgot my wallet in a restroom stall.

Aborted Mojitos

Eto na.

Friday came last week. A plan was carefully thought out by me and my ever dependable, hesitationless gay brother, we decided to go out that night. Our phones were smokingly busy when Friday dawned and we were so gigglish with the plan. My hypertensive sister, with her experience of drought, was also excited and I was busy trying to reach some other friends to complete the ensemble.

As expected, the thing that happens to almost every well-thought plans happened to ours. Cancellations, late replies, laziness bit our asses, and the beds with clean sheets were calling our name to just spread our lazy bones and call the masahista to get the day over with. To no avail, my late comer of a brother finally arrived bringing with him a new shirt to get his ass inspired. Who cant say no to that?

But then, we can smell the stale air of partying out fading. We wanted to party but we wanted to stay comfortably in our house with our reliable Ate Glo and our non-bathing mascot. There was just one problem, we wanted to stay but we also wanted to be glamorous!

One bright idea after, we went on. Here's the plan: we will play dress up, with our make-ups on, we'll pose till we're numbed form it and drink tequila till the last drop. We hurried up and went to SM Hypermart to buy tequila. WALA!! We faced this difficult dilemma of choosing what now?!

As if we heard the angels sang, the saleslady offered this White Bacardi with free glass and a rustproof steel mixer that was shaped like a dildo....we bought it right away! From its box was an instruction on how to make a mojito out of it. We decided to give it a go.

We shopped for the ingredients but stupidly enough, forgot the one that will play the most part for the mojito, apart from the Bacardi of course. We stupid sisters forgot the club soda but bought the lime, the mint etc!

That night might be the night of the aborted mojitos but we sure had fun! The White Bacardi neat sure kicked us in our butts! We stumbled, slurred and fell our heads snoringly in our pillows but we had our smiles pasted on our lips that night because the head swirl was worth it!

Anonymously Alcoholic

Stumbled a hundred times over...probably more.

Fell face up...face down. Fell and got bruised all over. Fell with knees scraped and palms scratched. Fell with a rib bone almost broken.

Car got crunched in the right bumper. Crashed and punched its tires. Dented each sides...some are noticeable...some are screamingly evident.

Got my license confiscated by cops an event too much. Did everything decently imaginable to escape any sanction. Smiled...cried...bawled...and presented conceivable alibis - comedic, bright and incredible.

Gained friendships...lost some. Met some decent lovers and got broken by more than one.

Drunkenly sent brutal messages aiming to hurt. Amassed numerous regrets and shrugged a lot more.

Got emotionally hurt and learned to accept everything isn't so. Had the long forgotten courage realized then posed some questions too forthright to be asked.

Sang a thousand and one songs...laughed in every circumstance that was possible.

Played the guitar well...played it terribly. Broke many fingernails along the way.

All in all it was fun. It was comforting... and everything became significantly bearable once I am with friends and under this.

my short-term bucket list

1. ride the last mrt trip from taft to north ave. and then eat goto.
2. perform a song to an audience preferrably "chasing pavements" or "slow me down"
3. sing to a newlywed
4. survive a trip without friends and/ or family.
5. wake up at 5am and sit by the seashore alone.
6. fall in love and get into a serious relationship.
7. get laid, eventually.
8. study voice
9. get MA
10.shack up with someone

Naisip ko lang...

nanggaling ako sa pinakamalungkot na sale sa balat ng lupa. yung Bench sale sa dimensione? Bakit ba naman hindi pa ako nadala nung una at bumalik pa ako ng pangalawang beses. Ayan tuloy, may naisip akong sad.

ayoko maging "sale." bago ka man akong stock, tininda naman ako sa mababang halaga. pero napagtanto ko rin mas mahirap maging "second hand." mura ka na ngang ibebenta, ginamit ka pa ng bonggang-bongga. yun lang.

Voyeurism and Exhibitionism

Everybody has their own eccentricities. I believe that each of us no matter how hard we try to hide it has our own peculiarity. These are kinks that define our inner character, our own secret stash of traits that make us who we really are.

One really tries so hard to pose oneself as an honest, decent and a God-fearing human being. Most often than not, one also achieves this kind of portrayal, with just a few minor setbacks along the way. We pride ourselves moral with a wink etched in our dirty little minds making us grin because we know we're far from being so.

Sex scandals, porn mags, x videos, or even the more prosaic media of smut tabloids are few of the apparent validations of our generation's quirks. C'mon, a sex scandal posing as a national issue has really stamped us with this one. One can be a voyeur and one can claim as an exhibitionist.

But the kinks doesnt really stop at sex. We post our deepest darkest selves in blogs for everyone to see. Gone are the days of diaries with locks where we express all the angst aiming to overpower us. We are now left with the protection of a codename tending to cover our sickened identities. I think this is exhibitionism in its feral basic form. And yes, I am an exhibitionist hiding behind my "cramped glitter bug" identity....and you my friend is a voyeur waiting for the hem slip to show a peek of a little skin.

Dahil Ako ay Lumaki sa Panahon ng Batibot

Every story told has a lesson to be learned. This is how Kuya Bojie have told me many times before and this is how Aesop nailed it with his numerous fables, which more or less formed the minds of the not so lunatic generation of today.

Extracting every lesson from an animal-charactered tale is easy, but how are we going to recognize each moral bit, face up, when it is staring right at us?

Personally, I often find myself in a same situation again and again and again...without the faintest hint that I am learning. It never fails to make me wonder if I'm just being masochistic, so much so that I began to question myself, "why the heck am I still in this f*cking situation? Have I begun to love the pain because at some point it makes me feel I'm alive?"

On that exact moment, I was stunned. My trail of thought was stupid..not to mention a bit psychotic! Then on, I chose to recall every memory, every boy, every experience I had and shut my eyes so tight just to peep to my inner views if I have something to get from those bitter-sweet instances.

And indeed I had...Just to share a few, here is the list of lessons learned...

** Don't say I love you when you don't mean it. Its misleading and its heartbreaking every time you have to take it back.

** Don't go into a relationship with a close friend when you know that you're just being lured by the thought of finally being in a relationship. The friendship will never be the same again even if you tell yourself that you ended up in good terms or still in contact with him as friends. He will always be a guy that you once kissed, and he will never be the "guy-friend" again but instead he'll be the "ex-but-but-still-a-friend" guy to you.

** Some things are better left unsaid. It could have saved a million relationships and spared us a handful of heart aches.

** Do not settle for something that you feel is a bit shorthanded. Always remember your worth.

** Do not patronize or make excuses for your boyfriend to friends or other people. They can see through you.

** Do not enter into a relationship with somebody who's involved with somebody else or married or married with kids or living in with somebody else (with kids or none)...you will almost always be on the losing side. Many suicides were made of this.

** Do not interchange the "in-love" feeling with the "I'm-getting-the-greatest-sex-of-my-life" feeling. Its not the same, although both feels great.

** FB doesn't work. How many times more should there be a ruined friendship before you realize its not worth it.

** Never assume that somebody loves you if it is not said yet. Even if you really feel you're being loved..it will always be world-shattering once you learn that he didn't.

** Shake off any tendencies of loneliness once it hit you or you'll end up again in a raw-under-developed relationship that will soon be added to your horrendous list.

** Think first before you say things that might hurt or ruin the relationship. At least 50 times over. These will never be taken back and will be there haunting your thoughts every time.

** Save a little for you. Do not go overboard.

** Do not rely on somebody just to feel happy. One cannot take all the load. The responsibility rests to yours alone.

** Love yourself first

So many things to write so little time so little space....

The Armors We Keep - Do's and Don'ts

mahirap maging single. bakit? ewan.

hanggang ngayon palaisipan pa rin sa akin kung bakit mahirap mag-isa. sa palagay ko, hinulma kasi ng sistema

ang mga paniniwala natin na hindi okay kung soltera ka.BWISIT!!! Ito yung mga panahon na wish ko lang totoo

yung Matrix at lahat tayo magigising sa katotohanang may mas totoong daigdig kaysa dito. isang mundong hindi

kakagat sa iyong puwet kung may makitang nakasukbit na "single" sa iyong leeg.

hindi ako naniniwala sa mga taong nagsasabing, "okay lang maging single. masarap yan!" dahil: a)sinasabi lang

nila ito out of awa; b) hindi pa nila talaga alam ang kahulugan ng pagiging isang single o; c) nasa relasyon

sila na hindi masaya o maganda kaya naiinggit sila sa'yo... kung alam lang nila.

buti na lang, ma-pride akong tao. kahit single ako at kahit ako na lang ang mag-isang single sa mundo, idedeny

ko pa rin na malungkot mag-isa. sa mga panahong iyon, naka-isip ako ng mga paraan para ma-survive ko ang

lungkot ng pag-iisa. here are my do's and dont's:

1) DO: live by the musings of coco chanel. one of my favorites: The most courageous act is still to think for

yourself. Aloud.

O kahit hindi na si Coco Chanel basta someone accomplished o naging self-made by himself.


2) DO: wear antifara. bulagin mo na lang ang mga mata mo kesa mainggit ka sa kakatingin sa mga couples. pwede

ka na ring magpahayag ng pagiging misteryosa. kunwari misteryosa kahit kabaliktaran naman.

3) DO: yosi at alkohol. yung marami ah. sila muna ang makakapiling mo hanggang dumating ang panahong bawal na.

4) DO/ DON'T: exaggerate. hindi yung kris aquino way ha! utang na loob! just find something about yourself that

you can turn into something hilarious.

5) DO: pumunta sa mga lugar na magkakaroon ng moment to shine (e.g. clubs, videoke bars).
6) DO: mag-blog and/or visit other blogs.

7) DO: have a sense of humor. i just think this is the best accessory.
8) DO: dress as you please. yaman din lamang na wala kang kino-considerang someone, aba suotin na ang mga halay

dress na kay tagal nang hindi nailalabas.

9) DO: magbilang ng mga naglalakad na couples na mismatch. :-)

10) DO: SHOP!!! Help the economy and in trun, help yourself.

11) DON'T: Maging desperado/a.

Being Happy Bunny

I'm sure that I'm getting a lot of smirks for this one. For those of you who are already acquainted with the hare, then I might say that the smirks and giggles are probably for the cute cruelty of Happy Bunny itself. But for those who are not, I might be getting theirs with a naughty smiles painted across their faces. Well, what can I say? The Bunny is Happy..must be that she's getting some ;-)

Bad puns and green-natured jokes aside, I have encountered this character about 3 years ago. I was so totally drawn to the white bunny with a wide smile and an innocent aura plastered in a cheery yellow backdraft with a printed slogan at its feet, " I hate you so bad.". At that time, I was really hating somebody so bad but I have to stick it in and bite myself just to show my teeth for a smile.

From then on, I have been a fan. I have learned that Happy Bunny is a cartoon character made by Jim Benton for novelty items. It is widely sold across North America and became a cult product. It even had a few awards garnered in its sleeves. I have several undies and boxers with Happy Bunny prints. All of it have some lines that are really cute like, " Nobody's perfect, I'm as close as it gets.", "I'll be nicer when you're smarter.", or " Hey, you made me throw up a little!". I always find my eyes squinting as I can cruelly relate to the Bunny's ironical and satirical comments. This Happy Bunny is so me. All smiles, which can even reach my eyes, totally thinking of something in satire.

Don't get me wrong. I am nice. Really, I am. But I bet that even the holiest of saints did have their moments when they just want to roll their eyes because they cant believe the stupidity of the guy across the conversation line. I mean hey, one could only take so much.

So, in a stint not totally different from that of the Hulk's, I often find myself in my Happy Bunny form. Wide smiles with cruel intentions. Somewhat like the Grinch in a Santa costume...or Winnie the Pooh gone ape shit. My little smiling eyes...with my big-wide-totally-amused-grin...and my thoughts in full print: " I am bad and you love it!".

Sampung Pisong Adobong Mani at Ilang Boteng Beer

Bawal magkasakit.

Sabihin mo naman, isang kalaspagan na ang pag-gamit ng ad tag na to..at ano ba ang kinalaman nito sa blog site ng mga soltera't soltero?

Aba syempre, para ipaalala na sa lahat ng estado sa buhay, tayo ang pinakamadalas masaktan! Tayo ang pinakamadalas madaya at pinakamadalas ding manakit.

Pano bang hindi masaktan? May mga natatagong agimat ba na kelangan laban sa ganitong sakit? Tipong mga batong pinupulot pa sa tuktok ng Bundok Banahaw twing Semana Santa...may mga ritwal ba na kelangang gawin? Gaya kunwari ng pagpatay ng isang manok twing madaling araw ng November 1, para lang maiwasan yung sobrang tinding depresyong dala ng mga taong walang habas kung manakit.

Pero pano nga ba kung wala? Na kahit siguro sang lupalop mo hanapin ang mga bagay na to, puti na lang mga mata mo ang kita di mo pa rin mahanap...Siguro mali ang tanong ko. Mas magandang tanong siguro ang, " ano ang mga pwedeng makatulong kapag nasaktan ka na? "

May mga trade secrets ka ba? Meron akong ilang nakuha mula sa mga taong nakausap ko na. nakasama, naging kaibigan, naiyakan at nakainuman...Basahin mo baka makatulong.

1. Tulog...sabi ng kaibigan kong bading (na hanggang ngayon ay birhen pero laging broken-hearted), mas gusto niyang managinip kesa sa maisip ang mga kaletsehang sakit ng kalooban niya. Pero sa tingin ko pwede lang tong gumana sa mga taong masandal tulog. Para sa mga insomniac na kagaya ko, isip tayo ng iba...

2. Alak, alak, at alak pa... pwede rin kung may kasamang crispy pata...galing naman to sa kaibigan kong lasinggera na di tumitigil hanggat hindi lango ang buong kamunduhan. Pero paalala sa karamihan, wag gawing mag-isa dahil mas lalong nakakaloka!

3. Isulat ang mga moments of brightness mo...eto ay kung kaya mong ihiwalay ang normal na takbo ng utak mo sa nga biglaang aparisyon ng katalinuhan..hehe

4. Basain ang isang kumot sa pag-iyak...ok lang to kung isang araw mo lang gagawin...nakakapanget na pag sobra na sa isa.

5. Kumain ng kumain...bad bad bad bad idea...need I tell why?

6. Guluhin ang kaibigan at ilabas lahat ng sama ng loob...kelangan mo ng mga kakampi sa ganitong mga oras...wag abusuhin, they can only tolerate so much...kawawa naman.

7. Make-up!...nothing can make one's day than a perfect red lipstick...matakot ka kung sa kaibigan mong lalaki narinig ang mga linyang to!

8. Sandamakmak na yosi...walang kasing payapa ang pakiramdam ng isang taong mag-isang humihithit ng yosi habang nakatingin sa kawalan...BABALA: tumigil kapag dinalahit na ng ubo!

9. Tumingin sa malayo, buksan ang radyo at pakinggan ng walang hinto ang theme-song niyo, gawin to ng mga hanggang isang linggo..naka-continuous setting sa mp3 at nakasalpak sa cd player ng auto...mapapagod ka rin at pagkatapos nito, betchalog ko 'te, manhid na ang utak mo sa kahit na anong alaala ng ex mo!

10. Karaoke...Videoke full volume...hindi pwedeng ikaw lang ang miserable, idamay ang kapitbahay!

11. Haircut...minsan mas lalong nakakadepress ang resulta.

12. Out of town gimik...beaches...hiking...etc...ginawa to at hanggang ngayon ay ginagawa pa rin ng kaibigan kong doktor (on-going depression lampas 2 taon na)...hindi para sa mga taong kokonti ang pera.

Alam kong marami pang iba...bakit di mo isulat nang mapag-usapan natin...10 pisong adobong mani at beer lang ayos na! =)