Thanks [edited/re-post]

It’s amazing how with just a click of the mouse and even the keyboard, our life changes. In this world of modern technology where a lot of people interact on the internet, most of us have experienced talking to whoever we can approach, irrelevant of the other person’s behavior and character. One has to be very observant, if he wishes not to be deceived by majority of people who are online, who mostly disguise themselves as trustworthy and yet they are not. A blink of an eye and you might have been duped with all the sweet talks and never ending flattery that is rampant in the world of chat.








In the ongoing battle of outwitting the other chatter for personal, financial and some even for sexual gains, one such positive development was you. I was half expecting that you’d be just like the others I met. We talked for a while. Then we say our goodbyes. After that, I would have thought, the next time I log in online, we might not even remember what we have talked about, that we have just spent countless minutes of conversation, mostly on things about us. You were different. You were a frequent companion. A friend who occasionally pays a visit, talks about things, asks for advice, and tells stories about things that surround you, the usual friendly banter that I have grown accustomed to.








And then you were gone. But I didn’t expect that it would just be for a short while. I thought that I would revert to my old quiet days, when hardly there’s anyone I could talk to, except maybe on occasions. It seems like eternity. To my surprise I couldn’t even believe that I was actually talking with you again. After that I would regularly see my list blink with bright yellow streaks of happiness announcing that you are available for the start of another meaningful conversation. You weren’t just another name that clogged my overflowing list, some other names occupy a portion - and yet in a truer sense - you are occupying an important space in the list wherein some don’t deserve to be included.








I was happy for having met you online, but I must have been blessed to be considered a friend.  In this electronic world full of deception, seldom do we find a person that inspires us, helps us feel appreciated even in little ways, and encourage us for the better, and vice versa. You don’t know how happy I am, having proven that friendship can be molded into something fruitful even if we are worlds apart. Thank you’s would never be enough I guess, a few hugs and kisses perhaps, and a solid assurance that whatever may come our way, I, with great enthusiasm, would play my coveted part of a valued friend to you… for life…

Ang pinakahihintay na SEX blog

Sa isang kumbento…

 

Pari:  Jose, ayusin mo ang pagdidilig ng mga tanim at halaman natin para naman hindi nakakahiya sa bago nating makakasama dito sa kumbento.

 

Hardinero: Opo, Father!

 

Biglang lumapit ang isang madre...

Madre:  Father, ako po si sister Lucy, ako po ang pinadala ni sister Rosario upang tulungan po kayo dito sa kumbento.

 

Pari:  Ah ok mabuti at andito ka na pala. Jose, pakihatid na lang si sister sa kanyang tutuluyan dun sa pinakahuling kwarto at may aasikasuhin pa ako.  Sister, si Jose na  ang bahala sa iyo ha?

 

Madre:  Salamat po Father.

 

Nung kinagabihan din na yon, biglang nagising sa mahimbing na pagkakatulog si sister dahil sa isang kaluskos… nang bigla nyang maanigan ang isang anghel sa may bintana ng kwarto nya…

 

Anghel:  Sister Lucy… Sister Lucy…Ako ang sugo na anghel! Kailangang patunayan mo ang iyong pananampalataya…

 

Madre: Sa ano pong paraan?

 

Anghel:  Kelangan mong makipag SEX sa akin para mapatunayan na ikaw ay tunay na nananampalataya.

 

Madre: Hindi po maari.

 

Anghel: At Bakit?

 

Madre:  Meron po ako…

 

Anghel: Hmmm ganun ba… Sige kung hindi pwede sa PWET na lang…

 

Madre:  Sige po payag po ako…

 

Pagkatapos ng kanilang SEX ay bigla na lamang nagtanggal ng costume ang anghel na syang ikinagulat ng madre…

 

Anghel:  Hahahaha… Belat! Ako yung pari!

 

Madre: (sabay tanggal ng damit) BELAT! AKO YUNG HARDINERO!

I am not smarter than my 5th grader

I was smart in my 5^th grade.  It was the best school year of my life.  I only received 2^nd honors, which is not that hard in public school.  But I also won 2^nd prize in an On-the-spot poster making contest, I was a contestant in Elementary Agriculture quiz bee wherein I qualified in DECS District II.  I almost became Mandaluyong’s representative for the grand finals.  I was also in a spelling bee, although I am not sure if it was grade 5 or the grade level earlier.  I think I was in 3 competitions, not including those inter-school competitions together with my classmates.  It also paved the way for me getting included in the baseball team the following year.  And I was 2^nd over-all, not bad for a class that had the cream of the crop, two new transferees that were very intelligent and direct competitors in the honor roll, a son of the assistant principal who is also gunning for awards, and I have an adviser in which her son was being harassed  by no less than my own bully cousin!

 

Recognition day came and a lot of my schoolmates from all levels were awed by what I have achieved during that year.  I was being greeted by parents are students I do not even know, basically commending how good I did during that year.  It was just like sweeping the major awards at the Oscars.  Oh, I was the envy of each parent who wanted their son or daughter to excel…

 

Today was the recognition day in my son’s school.  It is his 5^th grade, and with basically the same results.  He’s 2^nd at his class, including other awards.  He was smarter than me.  He’s in private school, the standards are higher.  Although there are fewer students, competitions are tougher when most of the classmates are mix breed of Filipinos and foreign smart blood which makes it even harder to compete.  Imagine having a half Pinoy half foreign classmate who had almost all the resources available for learning.

 

I am not smarter than my 5^th grader.  He was happy in school, always playing around with classmates, yet still almost at the top of his game.  While I was dealing with pressures from my father to excel and be the best, I did the opposite to my son, I just let him do the best he can without any added pressure. 

 

I am not smarter than my 5^th grader.  He knows a lot about things that I don’t know yet during my time.  Or perhaps because of the difference in available technologies and resources that are useful in their learning, wherein within my generation you are considered lucky if you have colored TV at home.

 

I am not smarter than my 5^th grader.  I did not have the nerve to pose with a V sign on recognition day...

Rosario

14 Abril, 2008

 

Hindi ko makita ang rosaryo ko.  Isa sa importanteng bagay na lagi kong bitbit.  Hindi ko eksaktong matandaan kung kelan nag-umpisa akong magbitbit ng rosaryo, pero alam ko na ito’y nakaugalian na ng karamihan sa aking ka-batch sa eskwela nung high school.   Naging palatandaan ang paglalagay ng rosaryo sa bulsa ng pantalon, isang simbolo ng pagpapatunay na kami’y hindi nakakalimutan ng may-Likha, at pagpapa-alala na napakadali lamang syang tawagan.

 

Hindi ko makita ang rosaryo ko.  Kahit hindi ko kabisado ang pagro-rosaryo, halos alam ko ang lahat ng lintanya ng mga dasal dun.  Sa wikang Ingles ha.  Sa apat na taon kong itinigil sa Catholic School, imposible naman sigurong hindi ko matandaan ang mga dasal, pati nga ang misa sa Ingles nakakasunod pa ako.  Makakalimutan man minsan ang pagsambit ng rosaryo, may libreta naman ako sa wallet na kaagapay upang hindi magkamali sa pamamaraan ng pagdarasal.  Pero kadalasan maigsing bersyon ng pagro-rosaryo ang ginagawa, yung deretsong dasal - Apostle’s Creed, Lord’s Prayer, Hail Mary, Glory Be, Fatima Ejaculation, Hail Holy Queen, na walang kasamang anunsiyo ng mga misteryo – basta dasal lang hanggang makatapos.

 

Hindi ko makita ang rosaryo ko.  Ang rosaryong binili ko pa sa Alumni Office sa aming eskwelahan, sa umpisa dahil gusto ko ng isang bagay na magbibigay ng swerte sa akin ngunit sa itinagal ng panahon ay naging bahagi ng buhay ko, lalo na kapag dumarating ang mga pinaka mahirap na problemang ibinabato sa akin ni Hesus.  Siguro pinapa-alalahanan ako ng hindi lang dekorasyon ang rosaryo ko sa bulsa ng maong.  Ito ang magsisilbing pantawag ko sa Kanya, hindi na kelangan ng credits, hindi na kelangan ng baryang panghulog, hindi na kelangan humingi pa ng load kanino man para lang masabihan Siya.

 

Hindi ko makita ang rosaryo ko.  Ang rosaryong pinagpalit ko rin ng rosaryo sa isang kaibigan nung ako’y nasa Mapua pa.  Summer classes noon, kaklase ko si Marlei sa kursong arkitektura at katabi ko sa lamesa habang nagkukulay ng aming proyekto.  Hindi ko matandaan kung papano nya nakita ang rosaryo ko, siguro bumubunot ako ng barya sa bulsa, sumabit at sumama na lang bigla.  Dumudukot yata ako ng barya noon pambili ng pagkain, limang oras ang klase naming maluwag naman ang maestro dahil nga sa haba ng oras at init ng panahon ay napilitan na ring pumayag na bumili kami ng makakain.

 

“Uy, rosaryo yan ah. Meron din ako nyan!”, sambit ni Marlei.

“Lucky charm ko.”, sagot ko naman, sabay sunod na itinanong, “Talaga? Catholic School ka rin siguro nag-hayskul no?”.

“Oo. Sta. Catalina.”,  ang sagot ni Marlei sabay tanong din, “Alam mo yun?”.

“Malapit yan sa may Arellano Legarda, tama ba? Sa Don Bosco Manda ako, alam mo yun?”, ang tanging naisagot ko.

“Oo, alam ko yun, taga Mandaluyong din ako, sa may Nuwebe de Pebrero, malapit sa Welfareville.  Gusto mo palit tayo ng rosaryo?”, biglang sabi niya na siyang ikinagulat ko.

 

Isang maghapong kwentuhan ang nagpatuloy na nauwi sa pagpapalit ng rosaryo.  Ang sa akin ay napunta sa kanya, at ung rosaryo nya ang napunta sakin.  At hindi ordinaryong rosaryo yung nakuha ko.  Sabi nya galing daw Lourdes, France at luminous, sa madaling salita, umiilaw sa dilim kapag ito’y nasinagan at nakapag-ipon ng karampatang liwanag.  Ano lang naman ung sakin, gawa sa plastic pero hindi Tupperware, pero nakipagpalit pa rin si Marlei, hindi ba siya lugi nun? Sa totoo lang kras ko na siya simula nun, pero nananatili pa rin kaming magkaibigan hanggang sa kasalukuyan.  Ang ganda kaya nya, finalist sya sa She’s Got The Looks ng Eat Bulaga(1993 yata yun), at may boypren na gwapo na kabarkadahan din naming magkaka-batch sa “Arki-Torture”.

 

Hindi ko makita ang rosaryo ko.  Ang rosaryong swap kay Marlei na hanggang ngayon ay bitbit-bitbit ko pa rin kung saan man ako sumuong na landas, kung anumang gusot ang nilusutan, kung anumang problemang sa likod ay pinasan.  Ang alam ko naiwan ko lang sya sa bulsa ng pantalon, marahil sa sobrang pagod ay nakalimutan tanggalin, baka nalabhan ni Manang Rose at hindi napansin.  Baka sumama sa sa naitapong tubig at inanod na sa kanal at tinangay ng agos papunta sa anumang maruming sapa o ilog na kalalagyan.

 

Hindi ko makita ang rosaryo ko, pero hahanapin ko pa rin sya.  Alam kong andyan lang yan sa tabi-tabi, marahil nakaipit sa mga damit sa mga sisidlan o kasama ng mga importanteng bagay na matagal ko nang itinatago sa mga kahon.  Hindi sya mawawala sa buhay ko, nararamdaman ko andyan lang ang rosaryo ko.  Katulad ni Hesus, hindi ko man nakikita, ngunit alam kong palagi Siyang andyan para sa akin.

After Effect...

After the DELETE brouhaha, I have already moved on.  I let out the steam that’s been building up from past experiences which made me scrutinize thoroughly those people who had been browsing my multiply pages.  Everything has been forgiven already, although it would take a long time when it comes to trusting some people from now on.

 

Apparently, my last post created awareness about customary dealings with contacts here in multiply.  It is a reflection of prevailing conditions in dealing with members within your network, the friendship that has gone sour, the resentment created, and the termination of what could have been a fruitful acquaintance.  X marks the spot, bull’s eye, hit the mark - call it what you want – the message I wanted to convey to all has been acknowledged by some of those who have seen and understand it.  I should have been gloating for all the encouragement and the congratulatory messages that have piled up in the comments, but I am not.

 

I noticed one thing in my page, aside from the confusion and the arguments within the thread replies.  I have been visited by the Customer Service Account of Multiply.  Call it paranoia or something, but as far as I have known, the Customer Service Account does not browse a particular page, unless somebody with malicious intent has reported it.  Earlier today, I discarded that notion since I think they just might want to check out how one such ordinary page from one ordinary guy will get about 400 + visits and 250 + comments, in just about half a day.  Maybe they just wanted to check out the instant internet traffic the page has created, or perhaps not.

 

It could have been that my title is of definite concern to them, since the formal intonation does attract attention immediately.  Or it could have been something else, some probability that I could not possibly accept, perhaps some retribution in my blog’s case, from people who may think that they were the object of the tirade that has been written beforehand.

I don’t know. You decide.

A Message to ALL Multipliers

Pakiusap lang naman.

 
Add us not because you like our posts, but because you like us.   Add us not because our posts makes you happy but because we make you happy.  Add us not because we are connected to your friend but because we are your friend.

Delete us because we did you harm.  Delete us because we have some ultra sensitive right-on-the-edge of pornography type of posts which are not for young people's eyes.  Delete us because we posts gross images sometimes.  Delete us because treated you like fools.  Or better yet delete us because we deserve it.

But if you deleted some contacts because they were in close contact with the person you hated the most, that is a sign of immaturity.  Or perhaps immature is a mild word.  Try bitter.  Or maybe even bitchiness, because perhaps you are bitching about the fact that we are friends with almost everybody here, including the person you despise.  Whatever arguments both of you had, we believe it has nothing to do with us, so why detach us from your list?

We greatly appreciate that we have been part of your circle of friends during this past years, or months, or days, but we suspect that we are just part of your "numbers' game".   An addition to flaunting your statistics of ever growing list of contacts.  But please, spare us of your bickering with other account holders who in some ways related to us only by affinity.  Ok we admit there must be a little attraction involved but we don't whine about how our contact acts in front of our PC monitor.  It is the characteristic, which is unique in every person, that binds us and helps endure the friendship.

We didn't add you because you looked hot in your bikini.  We added you because you're YOU!  Because you are unique, just like the rest of us.  We added you because we see something interesting in you, whether you're wearing Gucci or just plain galing Quiapo,  whether you're eating in Shangrila or on the outskirts of Ayala Avenue munching on squid balls, or whether you're partying in Embassy or just the common Sayawan sa Plaza.  The fact that we added you means a lot to us, and we value the interaction that has been exchanged all throughout.  We do not post items and comments to purely make fun, part of it is to break the barrier that usually surrounds those feeling unfamiliar and having added new acquaintances in their list.

So if you probably hate someone from our list, rest assured that we have nothing to do with it.  We are a collection of various people with various looks, and more importantly, with various attitudes.  For sure there will be somebody whose actions we do not like, and there will be people who do not like what we do, but we co-exist for the sake of camaraderie.  We sit down, drink, party, and talk like civilized people, yet we do not stab others in the back.  We do not succumb to peer pressures, especially those who dictates who should be in our friends' list.  We are what we are, and we offer friendship, nothing else.  So if you don't like the people we have to interact on a daily basis, delete us from your contacts.  Please do so, and don't be sorry for it.  We totally understand.  We don't like hidden agendas.  It's not even our loss.  Surely we will miss whatever interesting posts you have, but do remember we also provide entertainment, usable information, and unequaled amount of promotion without additional cost, and reciprocated with greater reward, that is having introduced to a lot of people how cool you would be in their list.  And we still have most of our friends beside us, and that's all that matters in the end.

So, who lost a lot in the end? We are certain it's not us.

from plorwaks & trueasiatic

Post Script:

This is a letter in general, meaning to everyone and even those we treat with distrust, and not about a particular person.  Although we regret the actions that were done prior and even after this blog, we stand dedicated to everything that we had written here, including the personal injustice committed to us.  We imply that everybody should take this post literally and not in any way use in distorting it for personal vendetta.  A blog is a personal manifestation of emotions in any form, and we gladly will accept reactions and comments as long as our statement will not be taken out of context.