Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Anonymous


With my random thoughts hardly seeing print these days, I have indolently been posting stuff from my long-abandoned Tumblr account directly into my FB account, which promptly alarms my blog’s one and only follower (generically named Anonymous) who immediately texts me the moment she feels being left out from my blog’s updates!

Thank you Lord for people (or just one person, at least) like my good friend Anonymous who diligently takes time to scan my written thoughts every now and then. How I wish this head can finally come up with something, or anything at all, to write about you. Or your trees, perhaps?

Friday, September 16, 2011

Life is a Verb


Walk. Alone and away.
Laugh. Really, really hard.
Run. Chased dragonflies in 4th grade.
Work. 19 years.
Read. @ 5 years old.
Swim. 20-something feet, deep seas of Olango, sans life vest!
Listen. EBTG's Rollercoaster over and over again.
Learn. How to drive.
Travel. Leaves me sleepless in excitement.
Jog. UP Jogathon.
Love. Love, love, love!
Pray. When things are just so hard to take.
Cook. Even hot water gets burnt!
Plan. Hate being asked what my plans are. Do I look like a freakin' garden?
Dream. Most nights.
Do. Beating deadlines.
Enjoy. Dipping in the beach.
Teach. Was once an Art tutor. Ha!
Grow. Fingernails. On a weekly basis.
Eat. 3 times a day or more.
Plant. Your own garden and decorate your soul, instead of waiting for someone to give you flowers.
Make. Love not war.
Nurture. Cherish.
Sing. To my heart's desire.
Write. When thoughts flow out.
Play. To kill time.
Create. Something worthwhile.
Celebrate. Small things.
Smile. When the paycheck comes on time.
Climb. Mt. Tapyas' 700+ steps.
Row. To paddle or to line up?
Sip. Sweet brewed coffee.
Craft. SuperCat.
Nourish. Feed the hungry.
Add. Calculator please!
Use. Tinker me please, says my D5000.
Fix. Arrange me please, says my room.
Call. When the bill’s not overdue.
Hug. Atom hugs me!
Imagine. Till you drool.
Look. Before crossing the street.
Be. Kind for everyone is fighting a hard battle.
Daydream. Dream on.
Feel. The rain.
Taste. Ate durian just for the heck of it and found it, well, overrated.
Give. Sure!
Prove. No need.
Grow. My own jackfruit tree.
Get. I don’t care how you get here, just get here quick!
Accept. It’s always either the sweetest or the hardest part.
Become. Just what I have imagined to become.
Cheer. For every goal the Azkals make.
Design. As the need arises.
Do. Again?
Breathe. All the time.
Draw. Pretend.
Build. Relationships.
Know. Bike.
Juggle. ATM cards.
Increase. Lose weight.
Let. Me Be The One by Mathew Sweet.
Move. Read it as “mo-vie” in 1st grade.
Think. Out of the Box.
Relax. Frankie Goes to Hollywood.
Shoot. Loved the feeling but don't feel like doing it again. Ever.
Share. Even the last piece.
Risk. Dare me not.
Succeed. To the next level.
Win. End of the battle.
Uphold. Keep up!
Wonder. ???
Connect. Once in a while.
Attract. Takes time.
Surprise. !!!
Battle. If it’s worth it.
Believe. Yeah, I do.
Dance. Wish I could moonwalk.
Dare. Too cold to be challenged.
Reserve. More like it.
Go. I would, if I can.
Greet. With a smile.
Hop. Feeling giddy.
Lead. Who’s in charge?
Follow. After you.
Prepare. When you’re prepared, you get lucky.
Protect. Bahala na si Batman.
Talk. When I feel like it.
Wait. Half my life.
Hold. My breath while I put an end to this.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Poor Shamcey


Some people's idea of winning doesn't seem to be such a winner at all.

After successfully placing 3rd runner up in the world’s most prestigious beauty (and brains) pageant, this is how a local paper present the country’s currently most beautiful lady.

How sad.