Category Archives: Buhay

I, Thank You

There are so many people in my life that I sometimes neglect and ignore. There is no logical reason and great excuse why I do this kind of unexplainable action. I am not the kind of person who can openly show my emotions to any stranger. A lot of people would often misinterpret that I am snobbish, cranky, moody (which is true, by the way *teehee*) and such but you know what? I am just being me. Words are not enough to describe how I feel whenever I think of the people in my life that really matter to me. I know that I may even forget to mention all your names and I may not even recognize your faces because I’ve only met some of you through cyberspace yet I am thanking you all for being a part of my life. I just woke up a few minutes ago and it dawned on me that I haven’t thank anyone of you. Some of you might not even read my blog because you guys are particularly aware that I am a very private person but I can be mentally crazy too and shall I say, that I also possessed some kind of a wicked and dry sense of humor (hehh!). In homage to Thanksgiving holiday we are celebrating today, allow me to thank all the VIPs in my life:


Mader and Pader: Yeah, I know I am being a sentimentalist here but anywho, I am really grateful for all your sacrifices, your sleepless nights everytime I get sick, all your patience for trying to keep up with my “kakulitan” and I know that sometimes I don’t show my affection towards you because I know that you guys know that you know what I know that I don’t know what I really know that I know that I still don’t know…hahhaha….I love you Mader and Pader! Afirrr! Kiss!

Abby: Dear sister, I congratulate you for passing NCLEX with 75 questions! You did great sis! Goodluck in everything and I wish you all the best in life. What to do next? Listen to Ate (that’s me) and get a job! Hirap na ako! Lol…I know you’re job hunting but I just wanna remind you again…where can we meet up for lunch? McDonalds? My Thai or Tank Noodle?

Bradder Otah: Thank you for cleaning up my room though I can no longer find my stuff. Thank you for cooking soup when I get sick, thank you for doing my laundry, thank you for taking care of our humble abode but most of all, thank you for brewing coffee every morning. Ano gusto mo sa pasko? Don’t tell me Notorious B.I.G. cd again? No thanks, I am already broke!

Bradder R: I hope you are okay. I know you have a family now but don’t forget us. Keep in touch and yes, we still care for you. Whatever happens, we’re still family. Call me sometime.

Coco, Coca, Hana, Taylor and Kalbo: Crazy birds! Thanks for keeping me sane lol. Everytime I hear you guys whistling in the wee hours of the morning, I feel like throwing away my alarm clock coz it no longer serve it purpose. You, little birdies rock! Ginigising nyo ko ng wala sa oras! Bwisit!

Nakey: My glutton Beagle pup. I don’t see any reason why we have you at home. Wanna know why? You LOVE to eat (just like moi), you love to nap (that’s me, too), and you love to poop (di ako yan! deny agad hehehe). But still, I love you not just because you are such a glutton but because you give such pure joy in my life 🙂

Real life buddies/Online friends:

Trish and Charity: Yo! Sexy ladies! You know a lot about me and I thank you guys for keepin’ it real. Thanks for keeping in touch Cha although you’re in Big Apple now. Trish, thank you for listening to me whine about my life and such. Group hug!

Maurice: Oy, where are you now? Wala na akong driver! Are you in Pinas now? How’s Nursing school? Whatever happened between you and Abby, it’s just between you two pa rin (lol). Bruha! I still have your digits but where the hell are you? Gimme a sign…ET come home! ET misses you! ET is lost without you! Need a map? Btw, may bagong album si 50 cent…just in case you’re lost in a middle of nowhere….Miss na kita!

Kuya Iggy: I feel so lab by you! Thanks for leaving a v-message on my mobile! You’re my Kuya talaga! Sweet! How’s your family? I’ll text u later…

Online Buddies/Trivia addicts/Fellow bloggers:

I am not gonna mention any more names. Sakit na fingers ko typing. I’ve been typing since 5 am. Thanks for being my lovely friends who loves me (lol). I love all the things that you guys do, that’s why I love you all (touche!). Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Naked Tree


It would seem funny that I now realize something: my life is like a tree. It has so many ups and downs. So many obstacles and if am not strong enough, I will surely give up. I admire this particular tree outside my house though it stands alone, it does not lose hope because after the treacherous and frigid winter season, it will become alive again.

When I moved here in my current residence, I never really understood the meaning of living alone. I’ve always wanted to live alone, by myself, away from my siblings and family. I still haven’t experience living alone because I always wanted to live with my family. There will come a time that I will move away from home. I wonder when it would happen but I always knew deep in my heart that I will move away and live alone with someone.

So now, as I am admiring this tree outside I feel a little bit nostalgic about the thought of moving away someday and leaving my family behind. Too many memories. But just like trees, I must learn how to move on and accept changes.

photo taken: 11-14-07 *idotmatrix*

Love Story

I totally *krak ap* when I got this email from a fellow online chatter. This is a “made up” love story about a certain someone (I think she’s a bit of a mental in and out…) Read on….

My Love Story



We’ ve been friends for a long time ago. We come from the same alma mother. Actually, our paths crossed one time on another. But it’s only now that I gave him a second look. I realized that beauty is in the eyes. The pulpbits of my heart went fast, really fast.  Cute pala siya. And then, he came over with me.  He said, “I hope you don’t mine. Can I get your number?” Nag-worry ako. What if he doesn’t give it back? He explained naman na it’s so we could keep intact daw. Sabi ko, connect me if i’m wrong but are you asking me ouch? Nabigla siya. Sagot niya, The! Aba! Parang siya pa ang galit! Persona ingrata!!! Ang kapal niya! I cried buckles of tears. Na-guilty yata siya. Sabi niya, isipin mo na lang na this is a blessing in the sky. Irregardless daw of his feelings, we’ll go ouch na rin.  Now, we’re so in love.  Mute and epidemic na ang past. Thanks God we swallowed our fried. Kasi, I’m 33 na and I’m running our time. After 2 weeks, he plopped the question. “Will you marriage me?” I’m in a state of shocked. Kasi mantakin mo, when it rains, it’s four! This is true good to be true. So siyempre, I said yes. Love is a many splendor. Pero nung inaayos ko na ang aming kasal, everything swell to pieces. Nag-di-dinner kami noon nang biglang sa harap ng aming table, may babaeng humirit ng, “Well, well, well. Look do we have here.” What the fuss! The nerd ng babaeng yon! She said they were still on. So I told her, whatever is that, cut me some slacks! I didn’t want this to get our hand kaya I had to sip it in the bud. She accused me of steeling her boyfriend. Ats if! I don’t want to portrait the role of the other woman. Gosh, tell me to the marines! I told her, “please, mine you own business!” Who would believe her anyway? Dahil it’s not my problem anymore but her problem anymore, tumigil na rin siya ng panggugulo. Everything is coming up daisies. I’m so happy. Even my boyfriend said liketwice. He’s so supportive. Sabi niya, “Look at is this way. She’s our of our lives.”Kaya advise ko sa inyo – take the risk. You can never can tell. Just burn the bridge when you get there. Life is shorts. If you make a mistake, we’ll just pray for the internal and external repose of your soul. I second the emotion…..


What’s in your backpack?

So..yeah…if someone would ask me what’s in my backpack I wouldn’t think twice to say that mine’s loaded with tons of clutter. A few years back, I’ve read in a certain magazine that whatever inside your bag reflects your personality. I am not sure if its true but to give it a try, let me check what’s in my bag right now.

1. Burt’s Bees lip gloss—I probably bought this one a couple of years ago, do you think it’s expired?

2. A pack of Wrigley’s doublemint gum—Chewing gum help me think…sort of.

3. The Lovely Bones (hardcover book) by Alice Sebold—I am quite intrigue by the story even though I just started reading this book a few days ago. Interesting story, if I say so myself 

4. Electronic organizer– would you think that having this geeky organizer will help me get organize? Think again…a present from my Dad.

5. A variety of ballpoint pens (in red, black & blue ink) and mechanical pencils.

6. Tiny booklet where I could write something when something boggle my mind.

7. Crossword and Sudoku puzzle book–Ahh…here’s something that can  occupy my mind while I am waiting for the L train.

8. City map–Yes, I carry a map which doesn’t really help me coz I can’t even understand the darn thing!

9. Coin purse

10. ID/Debit card & checkbook

11. Bottled water

12. Cellphone/Mobile

13. First Aid kit

14. Lipstick

15. Dental floss

16. Hand sanitizer

So, what’s in your backpack?

Buhay Amerika Part 2

Almost twelve years na akong naninirahan dito sa States pero hanggang ngayon ay hindi ko pa rin nakakalimutan ang dating mga gawi ko nung anjan pa ako sa Pinas. Sabi nga eh “hard habit to break.” There are so many things or traits na hindi maikakaila na isa akong Pinay. Sa tangos pa lang ng ilong ko (ehem!) eh walang duda na dugong Filipino ang nanalaytay sa mga ugat at kasu-kasuan ko. Oftentimes, napagkakamalan akong ibang lahi…either Japanese o Chinese. Medyo maputla kasi ang kulay ko (kulang lang to sa bilad sa araw!) at kung hindi ako magsasalita ng Tagalog, saka lang nila nalalaman na Pinay pala ako.

Isa sa requirements dito kung ikaw ay mag-aaral sa kolehiyo ay ang pagkuha ng ESL. Sa ESL na yan medyo nasaktan ang fried chicken ko. Aba! Graduate yata ako ng high school diyan (unibersidad pa!) at saka nasa college na rin ako bago pa man ako napadpad dito sa States. Shocking masyado para sa ‘kin kung ako ay kukuha pa ng ESL. Lintek na mga Amerikano ‘to! Kung anu-anong kaartehan ang naiisip! Ano nga ba ang ESL? English as a Second Language po bulong ng konsensiya komon ko.

Take it or leave it, kailangan talaga kumuha ng ESL class pero bago pa man yun, kailangan rin kumuha ng entrance exam. Although I passed my entrance exam with flying colors (naks! english yun ah!), I still have to take the ESL class. Sa madaling salita, nag-enrol ako sa ESL class.

Unang araw ng klase, gulat na gulat ako dahil hindi lang pala ako ang utal sa english. Meron Korean, Nigerian, Polish, Russian classmates ako. Tamang United Nations talaga ang klase at siyempre, excited ako dahil marami rin cute guys (nahahalata talaga!). Dahil sa baguhan pa lang nga ako dito sa lugar ni Uncle Sam, ugali ko na ang maging “snobbish.” Kaya one time na may nag-say “hello” sa akin eh muntik ko ng masigawan. I thought humihingi siya ng barya, yun pala eh nag-hello lang.

Naging kaibigan ko yung katabi ko na Korean. Unang tingin akala ko Chinese, yun pala eh Korean. One time, I was trying to make a conversation at dahil na rin sa wala akong maisip na sabihin, bigla ko siya natanong “Do you speak Mandarin or Cantonese?” “Are you from the mainland or Hong Kong?” Sagot nya: “I have never been to China or Hong Kong before. I am from South Korea.” Pahiya ako (beehhh!). Dahil na rin sa sobra ang fighting spirit ko, hala sige pa rin ang tanong ko. “Oh yeah, from South Korea, right?” Hmm, do you live near Pyongyang?” Hahahaha! Tang-inis! Nagulat sa akin pero dahil sa sobra rin pagka-polite niya, sinagot nya ako ng: “I am actually from Seoul. Pyongyang is way too far from Seoul and it is a very dangerous place”. Sa tuwing maalala ko ‘to eh napapangiwi ako sa sarili kong katangahan at kabobohan. At sa tuwing naalala ko ang pangalan nya lalo akong nasasagalpak sa tawa. Yan ang alaala namin ni Ho So…kung iyong babaligtarin ay SoHo (lol!)

Buhay Amerika (Part 1)

I still remember yung times na bagong salta pa lang ako dito sa States. Lahat ng makita ko ay bago at saka ang lawak. Dumating ako noon dito sa States ay tiyempong winter season kaya siempre, maraming snow. Paglabas na paglabas ko pa lang sa airport, una kong nasabi “ay! ang ganda! puting puti! parang asin…pwede kaya ‘to gawing halo-halo?” Exciting and very melancholic ang atmosphere… k’se nun ko lang na-realized na “Dang, ala na pala ako sa Pinas!”

I think, it took me months before I could get used to my new environment. Culture shock and I feel so alienated because of a huge amount of diversity that suddenly surrounded my being. There are days and nights na I couldn’t even bring myself to sleep or eat because of home sickness. When I was still there in Pinas, I don’t even care about my kababayans who went overseas to work and I did feel like laughing whenever I hear them say the word “homesick”. Sabi ko pa nga eh “syet, why bother to leave your family and then complain about getting homesick?” Well, that was me being so hypocritical about mundane (not!) things. Not until I was in the same boat with them that I finally understood what the word “homesick” means…and it really did matter.

Oh yeah, my family and I lived for five years at my Aunt’s place (Dad’s sis) and although everything’s cool living there, it is still different when you don’t have your own place. For me to elaborate more about the situation that’s been causing a rift between my Dad and his sister at that time and now talk about it…hmmm…I think it is not wise but I will definitely mention something about it from time to time here in my blog (just check my blog, aight?!).

Anyway, mabalik tayo sa pagiging “newbie” *l0l*. Akala ko noon lahat ng makita kong “itim” eh kamukha ni Shaquil O’Neal. Grabe sa tangkad saka ang tatangkad! My neighbors used to call me “kid” because I am what you call a “natural born pygmea”. Irritating masyado pag ganun tawag k’se nahahalatang obvious na bansot ako! I regret tuloy kung bakit di ako nakinig noon sa Nanay ko. Sana pala kumain ako ng maraming “Star Margarine” nung nasa Pinas pa ‘ko. Grrrr talaga!

Hindi rin maiiwasan na makatagpo ka ng “racist” dito. I never knew what racism means when I was still there in the Philippines k’se ang pagkakaiba lang naman dun sa atin eh kung maputi ka “tisay” ka na at kung maitim ka eh pinaglihi ka ng Nanay mo sa uling o duhat…hahahaha! (Buti na lang pinaglihi ako ng nanay ko sa Upo (yung gulay na mahaba na mabibili mo sa palengke na minsan eh nasa hilera ng mga bagoong!). May different names sila na ginagamit like pag “flip” meaning Pinoy, “chink” o “chinky” chinenese naman….eh pag “sushi” ibig sabihin Japanese ka!

One time na nainis ako sa co-worker ko kse she said something nasty about my lahi  and I was so mad talaga kaya I don’t really know how to react at saka siempre rin…pautal-utal pa ako sa pag-e-english at hinahagilap ko pa talaga sa brain ko kung ano yung english word na gusto ko sabihin kaso talagang matindi “mental blockage” ko so sinabi ko lang sa kanya yung una kong naisip. Sabi ko: “Whatever girl, you can’t touch this!” hahahaha! Ayan, nag-ala MC Hammer na tuloy ako….

PS: Eye wheel can teen new two post my adventures hear. Chick buck soon! Lay ter!