Category Archives: EMO

PENTHOUSE – The Place I Once Called Home

Today is Easter Sunday. I bet most of my readers are sleeping as I type this entry at 3AM. I’m not yet sure if i’ll be taking the 3:30 AM bus trip to Manila or the 4AM or 5 or 6. I blame my work schedule on why I have to leave Dagupan City on a Sunday.

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Guess who spent 15 years of her life living in that penthouse?

See, i had no plans of going back here in Dagupan last week. I decided five hours before I left Manila that I will be spending my Holy Week break in a nice hotel in the Bangus City. It was my dream since I was a kid that at least I try to stay here even just for one night and now it feels good that I finally fulfilled that plan of mine.

Most of my Dagupan-based friends asked me why I didn’t go to our house. Well, Lolo and Lola went to Naga for the yearly reunion of the Santamaria’s. I never had the chance to visit their new place (they moved out just this January) and yes, I don’t have a key so how can I enter in the house? 😛

Yesterday afternoon, I decided to have my very own version of Dagupan Photowalk. It was only now that I appreciate every little detail in this city through the photos I took. Now I see the old buildings which was never revamped after the 1990 earthquake, the ruins caused by the different typhoons that struck the city and all the other details that I would rather not elaborate here. Let us just say that I didn’t really explore Dagupan City that much.

Then I went back to our old house/school.

If you are thinking that I used to live inside a University campus, well, you’re right.

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Siderodromophobia

October 31 MRT Santolan-Annapolis Station

October 31 MRT Santolan-Annapolis Station

The phobia related to the extreme fear of trains, railroads and travel by rail is Siderodromophobia.

Kaninang 7:30 ng gabi, akala ko ay katapusan ko na.

Kasama ang ilan sa mga pasahero ng MRT na nagmamadaling umuwi, kami ay naistranded sa bandang gitna ng Ortigas at Santolan-Annapolis station. Ilang beses nagbukas-sarado ang pintuan ng tren noong nasa Ortigas station pa ito, pero hindi kami pinababa ng drayber. Habang ito ay umaandar, biglang may pumutok malapit sa pwesto ng drayber. Bigla na lang nangamoy sa loob ng tren at marami ang halos magpanic. Naisipan ko pa ngang i-text ang ilan kong kaibigan para ipaalam na baka iyon na ang huling araw na ilalagi ko sa mundo. Binuksan namin ang mga bintana ng tren para kami naman ay makahinga ng mabuti at hindi mamatay sa amoy ng umuusok na kuryente.

Alam mo ba kung ano ang iniisip ko habang ako ay naistranded sa gitna ng MRT railway? Ayoko pang mamatay. Hindi pa ako handa. Marami akong mga pangarap na kailangan pang tuparin at maraming nagmamahal sa akin na paniguradong malulungkot kung sakaling ako ay pumanaw na sa mundong ito. Ayoko rin mamatay sa gitna ng isang alanganing lugar dahil may tsansang hindi marekober ang bangkay ko. Hindi rin ako magdadalawang-isip na tumalon sa bintana ng tren para ako ay makaligtas sa isang aksidente. Ganun pala ang feeling lalo na’t halloween pa. Tsktsk.

Stranded na nga, nagpplurk pa

Stranded na nga, nagpplurk pa

Nakakatuwa lang isipin na nagawa ko pang mag-plurk sa bingit ng kamatayan. OA ba ang pagkalahad ko sa nangyari sa akin kanina? Siguro. Pero nakakanerbyos. Nakakakaba. Nakakatakot. nakakapagpabagabag. ‘Di ako sigurado kung tama yang spelling na yan, pero yan ang naramdaman ko kanina. Sakto lang.

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An Open Letter to my Five Boy Friends

I had a blast last week with the Bloggers’ Choice award that I received. The other afternoon, I received an email indicating that I won in an online writing contest that pushed me to renew my passport (which expired ten years ago LOL) immediately. I’m thankful that DFA responded in my online application query just in time. Just this afternoon, I went to DFA and processed my papers. I’ll be claiming my passport on October 22, a day before my flight ^_^

Too Tired To Cry

The photo above was taken in a blogger event sometime in December last year. When my friend took this photo and I saw it, i told him that this photo depicts a thousand words and I’m going to use it in a blog post soon. Now this is it!

Anyway, the intro of this post and the photo above has nothing to do with the blog title hehe. I simply want to write a letter to some male friends of mine who somewhat made me feel either too happy or too sad the previous days. No matter what caused my temporary anger or happiness, I would like to let them know that I am thankful for having them in my life…

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When The Person You Truly Love is Gay

‘Sa panahon ngayon, ruler na lang ang straight!’

Teh, sigurado kang straight yang katabi mo?

Teh, sigurado kang straight yang katabi mo?

Three years ago, Katrina Halili was launched as a lead movie actress via the sexy-comedy flick ‘Gigil’. It’s basically about a girl working in a call center who’s engaged to be married with her boyfriend for five years. The guy is almost perfect – family-oriented (or Mama’s Boy?), very neat (vain!), responsible and most of all, handsome. Who would have thought that the groom would runaway with the best man on the wedding day itself? It might sound like a funny scenario, but if that happened to me in real life, I’d end up crying for months.

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Random Realizations on my Father’s 45th Birthday

A few minutes ago, a dear blogger friend of mine named Winston shared the post he wrote last year about a simple event that changed his life forever. 

To be honest, I’ve been bothered since Thursday because of the recent turnout of events in my family. Nothing that serious, really. It’s just that by next year, I have to make a choice for my family’s sake. I have also decided that I am willing to sacrifice my “wants” for the “needs” of my family.

I am lucky because I have some friends that I can talk to. I have my “Kuyas” and “Besties” that gives me all the support and guidance that I need. 

 

Last Friday, I decided to watch the movie “100” alone at Glorietta. The movie did made me cry for the following keywords:

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Three Important Men in Mica’s Life

Straight from Dagupan, my grannies went to my workplace to fetch me. My officemates were curious on why I brought my green backpack with me and transferred some of my clothes in a white paper bag. They got even more suspicious when I showed them my black dress.

 

May date ka  noh?” female officemate asked.

“Wala to. Nothing romantic, pero i’ll meet up with a guy that I haven’t visited for months and two special people will accompany me.” I replied.

Yihii. May date nga ito! Saan ka ba pupunta?” she asked again.

Sa Manila Memorial Park” I said with a smile on my face.

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EMO MODE: ON

It was a night full of foods, drinks, name switch, prizes, music and fun. It was a night where bloggers took a break from their heavy school/workloads and more.

It was nice to see my old and new blogger friends. We talked about our whereabouts, took photos with the wackiest poses ever, exchanged calling cards, exchanged identities (haha LOL) and talked about the latest chismax in the blogosphere.

Since it is a drinking event, I decided to drink one bottle of beer. I am not really an alcoholic person, so i felt like i am tipsy already. However, one of my alcoholic friends started to overcome his alcohol addiction with the help of a reputable rehab like Pacific Ridge, try to see here now for more info!

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To be able to fight this alcoholic spirit trying to conquer my mind and body (naks LOL), I went to the WiFi station and blogged an entry about some of the stuff that are bugging me from time to time when suddenly I won an Mp3 player in the raffle (rejoice rejoice!).

I saved the entry and made it exclusive for my Multiply contacts. I went to the redemption booth to get my loot bag and bid farewell to some blogger friends. I wasn’t sure if I should go home or what, but I decided to stay.

I quietly enjoyed the music while i’m grooving on my sit. I really want to dance last night but no one was on the dance floor. When I noticed that some of my Plurkfiesta buddies were in the other side of the venue, I approached them talked about the stuff that are not really “plurkable”. We were discussing some points when the topic focused on me. It was nothing really offensive and I do really appreciate what they told me. I will not elaborate further, but it has something to do with Carlo, my advocacy, my family, my life, ME.

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