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.

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.

Daily Amusing Facts: Half-py Birthday!

My cousin’s ever dependable yaya have spent the first half of her life celebrating her birthdays every June 12th. On her 25th year, she claimed her baptismal certificate and only then did she find out that her original birth date was actually June 19!

Mang Larry

When Mr. Larry Alcala held an exhibit at SM City Cebu Art Center back in the late 90s, I bought 3 of his comic books and had them autographed one by one. The first time I asked for his signature, he asked me “What’s your name, iha?” I said “It’s Leslie, Sir!”. Then on to the second book, “What’s your name, iha?” “Leslie, Sir!”. Until I handed him the last one for his priceless autograph and again he asked – “What’s your name, iha? Ikaw na naman?!!!”

Happy 85th birthday, Sir!

Lefties

All polar bears are left-handed, and so are Leonardo Da Vinci, Michaelangelo and Raphael. Nope, Donatello isn’t one of them, and he ain’t no polar bear either!

Tears

I wonder if other people do this too – pretend to yawn when they’re actually about to cry. Because it’s what I usually do whenever tears are hard to hold back. And since it’s rather uncomfortable for me to let my tears fall in any one’s view, I have to endure the pain of waiting for my bedtime when I could finally cry to my heart’s and eyes’ content. I shed those damn tears away till they put me to sleep.

a repost from 23 November 2009

Coffee

For the last 4 years, I have been in and out of different offices of then prospective new employers. Since becoming “technically unemployed” in 2007, I must have flipped the classified pages and explored the net more than a million times, eternally searching for that elusive career break. The whole experience was fun, albeit frustrating from time to time. Confusing IQ tests have become a routine (too bad I never got to ask anyone of them what my IQ really was.) Offers too, came in diverse setups – spoon fed, ego boosters, practical haggling, name it, I must have gone through it. Having gone through all these customary process of job-hunting, there is only one thing that I relatively dislike – the steaming coffee that usually comes with the interviews! I am not a coffee-hater but neither am I a coffee-lover, perhaps for caffeine-intolerance reasons, and so it really makes me cringe whenever the future-boss offers “Coffee?” to which most of the time I counter with an artificial yet enthusiastic smile that goes with “Yeah, sure!”. I wonder what is it with coffee that usually, almost takes me to the final stages of negotiations. Does it make me give out sensible answers to their questions or does it give them the impression that I easily take orders from them? I’ll never know.

Last week, I got another unexpected (but much prayed for) offer from a friend and as predicted, the new future-boss invites me over for a cup of coffee. The meeting went quite well that resulted to another meeting, and of course, another cup of coffee. The negotiation was fairly becoming vivid and when asked what my chances were, the future-boss assures me of being already “on-board”, with just one more meeting with the company president for formality purposes. Uh-oh, there goes another cup of coffee! I just hope the 3rd cup seals the deal this time. Wish me luck!