This And That.

One step at a time. There's no need to rush. I can fix this. ='(

Getaway With It.

The following are mixed up pictures from our Siquijor and Bacolod trip. I couldn't upload all because I'm so lazy to put watermarks, so I just chose a few of our pictures. Hehe. So this is what my Sembreak is all about. Well, as of the moment though. =) Try guessing what pictures are from Bacolod and what are from Siquijor. Game? Game!

I Feel Like I'm Dying.

I'm sorry I didn't mean to call but I couldn't fight it. I guess I was weak and couldn't even hide it, and so I surrender just to hear your voice. I know how many times I said I'm gonna to live with out you and maybe someone else is standing there beside you, but there's something baby that you need to know. That deep inside me I feel like I'm dying. I have to see you it's all that I'm asking. Vida, give me back my fantasies. The courage that I need to live. The air that I breathe. CariƱo mio, my world becomes so empty. My day's are so cold and lonely. Each night I taste the purest of pain. I wish I could tell you I'm feeling better every day. That it didn't hurt me when you walked away, but to tell you the truth I can't find my way. And deep inside me I feel like I'm dying. I have to see you it's all that I'm asking. ='(

It's a friggin' song I liked way way way before. I came across it a couple of days ago and it brought back memories. You know what I mean. Download it, if you never heard it before. It's "Purest of Pain" by Son By Four.

By the way, if you have noticed I have a new header. Howdya like it?

It Could Be Mine Too.

The Dream Date.

She knocked on his bedroom door and no one answered. It was already half past nine when she got to his almost empty house, the notes on the fridge reminding her that the folks were out for the weekend. Slowly pushing the door open, she was welcomed by a hanging cardboard with an arrow hastily painted on it. It was pointing towards the ceiling but when she lifter her head, there was nothing there, except for the brown marks drawn by the leak on the roof.

She looked around, trying to find any traces of him and there was none. It started to worry her, after realizing that it was beyond unusual for him to message “i need u 2nyt. pls drop by the haus asap… i mean, f u can. tnx!”, especially on a Friday, when he’s supposed to be out getting wasted with friends.

And then she heard a familiar sound- the strumming of a guitar, and it dawned on her that it was coming from the rooftop.

“Is he being emo again?”, asked her, while rolling her eyes. She has gotten used to his bouts of self-pity and depression, where he’d sulk in the corner of his room and do a CSI or Scrubs or House marathon. But this time, it’s different because he actually went on the roof and played the guitar. He was only 14 when he attempted to learn the instrument.

The rooftop was an unchartered territory for her. After thinking long and hard of ways to get on the roof, she finally decided to let it go and take the fire exit ladder, which she never even knew existed. And on her last step, she looked up and saw what would be her “true-love snapshot”, according to Mitch Albom.

He was seated on a plaid mat, hopelessly and tragically playing his guitar and wearing his favorite already faded “I SURVIVED SAGADA” shirt. The 2 lit candles, she recognized, were from the altar in the living room. He prepared chips, a thermos of hot chocolate and bought a box of cake. She loves cake.

Barefoot, she walked up to him and gave out a hearty laugh.

“Stop laughing at me!”, he said with that half-pout, half-smile expression that just drives her nuts.

“I’m not laughing at you, I’m just… laughing. Period. Is it a crime to laugh now?”

“Hey, you gotta admit. You didn’t expect this.”

She smiled, nodded and sat beside him.

“What’s the event? It’s not our anniversary, not our monthsary, not my birthday, not your birthday.”

“Well, nothing, really. I just thought I’d be cheesy and Dawson-ish for a night.”

“Dawson-ish. I like that. But you were never the sensitive Dawson, Mr. Pacey-Wacey, and let us not even go there.”

He laughed for a bit and then got quiet.

“Do you really want to know what and why?”, he said, looking down on his feet. “Three years ago tonight, something happened.”

She quickly tried to recall any monumental thing that might have occurred on February 27 three years prior but she was caught at a dead end.


“You happened.”

Her heart tightened as he said that and she fought any urge to cry. They were never an emotional couple. No dramas, none of those scenes that make-up those melancholic Korean movies. She felt like she was being locked in that time, in that minute and everything was but surreal.

“I was on this rooftop, smoking, the night after I submitted my final thesis papers. And just out of nowhere, like a light bulb moment, it dawned on me that I wanted you. I wanted to be with you. After all that you’ve done, I just thought you deserve to hear it from my lips.”

He was looking straight ahead, as if lost in his own words while she inched her way to his side and rested her head on his shoulder. A few more minutes of crickets, breeze and silence, he felt the wetness on his shirt brought about by the streaming tears from her eyes.

“Hey, baby! C’mon, let’s drink the choco before it gets cold. Also, they ran out of Dunhill Frost so I just got you Morris instead.” and just like that, he snapped both of them out of that WB teen series moment.

“You do know I’ve upgraded, right? I don’t smoke Philip Morris anymore.”

“Okay, fine. I got reds. You want reds? Yes? No? I thought so…”

Their lovely night was spent munching on junk food, drinking Ovaltine, smoking cigarettes, playing cards, singing random 90’s pop songs and talking about life in general. Occassionally, they would cuddle, wrapped up in a blanket and in their PJ’s, watch the stars in their glory.

“Thank you, God.”, she whispered under her breath. “I’ll never trade this for anything.”

And with his arms around her body and her head on his chest, they both closed their eyes and drifted away to the music playing on his iPod. “I’ll stop the world and melt with you…”, sang Jason Mraz.

's dream date. It could be mine too. =)

Just Fine.

It's 2:24 in the morning, and as usual, I can't sleep. I need to get up early tomorrow because I have to go to school early. As if. Bahala na.

I haven't started posting "food posts" on my new hosted blog yet, that's why I'm not yet sharing the link. Lol. The FTPs and the plugins are already up, and all I f*cking need is a camera! Or else, I won't be able to start running my new site. Pft.

What the hell is wrong with me?


I'm very happy and proud to share with you this. In case you haven't noticed, I belong to Plurk's Top 10 plurkers with the most number of fans in the whole Philippines. Imagine that! Lol. I ranked 9th yesterday, but I dropped in the 10th place today. But I still think it's weird having "fans", you know.

If you've been plurking, please add me up HERE.
If not, what the hell are you waiting for! Start plurking now! Lol.

FYI: Plurk is a relatively new service that is very similar to twitter. You have 140 characters to explain to people what you are doing, you can copy and paste video/img links, and you can also have “fans” (followers on twitter) that can stalk you…I mean follow your updates. Plurk does have a few things that twitter doesn’t such as Karma points and a “friend” status. Karma points are awarded based on your network activity, this means your and your friend’s activity on Plurk. The more you and your friends use Plurk, the more karma points you get. Karma points then give you access to little emotion icons that are found in popular chat programs such as aim. --- Source

Skimberlee, Skimberloo.

Hei, I changed my mind about the site that was given to me. I'm not going to make it a personal blog anymore because I just realized that I have a Tumblr blog, 2 Wordpress blogs, 3 Blogspot blogs, and accounts on Twitter and Plurk, where I do microblogging. I barely even have time to update my personal blogs because sometimes, I just run out of things to write, and that's because I am very careful with what I write now. I know of personal friends [and even family] who read my blogs and I just don't feel so comfortable about it. That's why I'm extra cautious.

So anyway, I decided to make my new hosted blog a different one from all of my other blogs. After brain-storming on what category I should focus on, I've finally decided to settle with something that I really love, and that would be nothing less than... [*drum roll please*] FOOD -- in big bold letters. Now you can laugh out loud.

Seriously, I wanted to have a techie blog, but that's a total boohoo. How can I write about something I don't even have. As they say, practice what you preach. So that lead me to the idea of running a food blog, because Dude, [*don't dare laugh*] there's nothing better I know than the super good and the not-so good food around. Now you can laugh again.

Ugh. Whatever this whole thing would take, I'm still super over-whelmed that someone offered me free hosting. I mean, it's not everyone in this blogosphere would be offered something like this. Some people just feels good when they give something in return. Kevin is simply sparing about 30USD for good hosting of my soon-to-be FOOD BLOG, you know.

And by the way, that reminds me, I really want need a camera!

To Or Not To.

Finally! After blogging for four years now, I finally got hosted by Kevin of Pinoy Teens! Super thank you Kevs, I never thought getting hosted can be that easy. LOL. So anyway, I'm still thinking if I should leave this blog and move to my other new home. =)

I'll keep you posted, guys!

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