Day 14 — A non-fictional book

I think this is the only non-fiction I've ever read... ever. So if this is fiction, that means I've never read non-fiction.^^

Day 13 — A Fictional Book

"All Around the Town" by Mary Higgins Clark.

If Pandora had her box... Gama had this book.


I'm going to edit this post soon.

Day 12 — Whatever tickles my fancy (part 2)

Music!!

Unfortunately my topic cannot be described in writing... So have fun listening to the random links I'm posting.

Emily Bear- Piano Prodigy

Paramore

Whatcha Say (Jason Derulo)

Lady Gaga

Charice

Mariah Carey

Day 11 — A Photo of Me (taken recently)

This was taken during the AiCon in Parkmall...

Buguya jud naku ug barog oi... O.O hahaha.^^ (i don't wanna make mushy essays over photos kay the photo should speak for itself.)

Day 10 — A Photo of Me (taken over ten years ago)

Guess where I am!^^ Ahahaha...

Day 09 — A Photo I Took

This was taken with a webcam when baby Audrey Comaingking was only a few days old... I love this photo and this is the first time ever that I'm posting this in the internet.♥♥♥

Day 8: A Photo That Makes Me Sad or Angry

This photo was taken during Mabz's despedida party (farewell party)... She was going back to Australia, leaving behind her friends and her beau Mavz (in case you don't know them personally... Mabz is the girl in black and Mavz is the guy holding her... obviously.)

This photo makes me sad because the last time I checked in facebook, both were missing each other terribly... T_T

This is for you guys.

Day 7: A Photo That Makes Me Happy

This photo makes me happy because of the following reasons:

1. It is a picture of the two most important people in my life: Don and Audrey.

2. I took this picture and as I started to click the capture button, Ry reached for me. She always has this priceless expression on her face whenever she wants me to pick her up.


Don and Ry make me happy.^^

Day 6: Whatever tickles my fancy

FASHION

As a child, I knew very few about fashion... And I always assumed that:

- Dresses were something my grandmother gave me to look less like a boy and more like a girl (I always used to have bob cut or barber's cut and many people assume I'm a boy)...

- There were no standards (or color coordination) for shoes, watches, shirts, shorts and pants. Or sometimes it's over-coordinated (matching shirt, shorts, shoes and bag...) for such was the era I was born into.

- I can wear things until they were too small for me to fit into.

- Shades were something you flipped over to imitate the "pink ranger".

- Bracelets were made from DMC and were usually the result of a project ni Home Economics.

- A red shirt should never go with blue pants.

- Shoes should be worn with socks.

- A black knapsack can go with anything.

- Make-up makes people look ugly.

- Lipstick= darker and dry lips.


So these were my beliefs. hahaha. I was so cute.^^


I like dressing up although I don't think I have the body or looks for it...^^ i like putting on make-up because looking good makes me happy (people staring at me is a plus)...^^


Lc`| paeiJwei= imba.

Day 5: Favorite Quote

"Most people don't understand me... 

I don't blame them. People like to misunderstand more often than they would like to understand."

This is my favorite quote... I made it up a few days back while I was thinking about my bipolar disorder.



Animals know what other animals are thinking... I don't see why humans (with our big brains and heart) can not.

I realized that while my goal has always been to understand people-- ask questions to know how their minds work-- some people (even family sometimes) really just choose not to sympathize.

I don't think that they have the inability to feel other people's pain. They just choose not to put themselves in that person's shoes... Or sometimes they're so overly self-righteous that they say things like "oh but if I was in her shoes, I'd be doing it so much better!".

But the funny thing is... with their inability to sympathize, they expect the world to mourn with their pain. Those that refuse to feel the discomfort (that others feel) are usually the once who cry out the hardest when they have the smallest of problems.

By sympathize, I don't mean you offer it to just about anybody. Mass murderers (while they might have had their own reasons for doing what they did) don't deserve any understanding (in my point of view) because they obviously never thought of the effect they'd have on a daughter or a son who would never have his/ her mother/father back. Whatever excuse they might have, I don't wanna hear them (see? I choose not to understand).


So who should we sympathize?


Take time to feel the pain of the little kid who has lost his mother to an abusive father...
... Or the battered wife who cannot fight back because of the obvious size disadvantage...
... Or the disheartened lawyer who wanted to fight for truth but eventually fell into the corruption that was expected of every lawyer...
... Or the person who just wants to sincerely make a difference but gets eaten up by the norms of tradition...

Everyone that understands, deserves our sympathy. Everyone that can't fight their own battles (by default) should be given a chance to have at least a weapon...



This entry goes out to every silent tear...
Every fake smile...
Every wrongful conviction...
Every broken heart...
Every hopeful child...
Every unfulfilled dream...
Every overused facade...


And every person who feels like today is the end of the world.

Day 4: Favorite Book

Harry Potter Books! (now I'm putting 7 instead of 1! cheating again!)


I am a big fan of the books but not of the movies (let's just make this clear).

I really don't know why... haha!

Day 4= DONE!!!

Day 3: Favorite Television Program

These three are my favorite television series! (Yes... I am cheating and putting 3 instead of 1... nyahahaha!)




Why do I like these?

1. They have funny-looking lead actors and pretty supporting women.

2. They have abilities that are close to my own. (Psych- his ability to pretend he is psychic. Mentalist- his ability to put pieces together. Lie to me- his ability to detect when someone is lying.)

3. The story lines and background are well-researched.

4. You don't need a super high IQ to understand their jokes... but you do need an above average one. Otherwise you would be laughing hollowly at a very witty joke (hence, giving away the fact that you did not understand a single word that was said...^^). Just because other people are laughing (coz they obviously understand the joke) doesn't mean you have to laugh too...

5. They rarely practice farce humor. Farce humor= for morons.



So yey! Day 3 is done!! Woooooot!! (I highly recommend you watch these... torrents are available when you search them...^^)

Day 2: Favorite Movie

If Only


There are so many movies I've seen (in my lifetime) but there are only a few that I would consider "favorite"... this particular movie is one of them.

If Only is about love. The kind of love that you can only find when you're in the brink of losing something/ someone very important to you (saying more would be a spoiler). The love that doesn't ask for anything more than the happiness of the one you're devoted to... The kind of love that some people would wait a lifetime to find (only to lose to their pride and selfish notions).

I realize that guys are particularly stupid when it comes to our feelings, wants and needs. They're either too dense, too stubborn or too lazy to even make an attempt to understand us. Sometimes they don't even notice that they hurt us (unintentionally?). This movie is a living testament of that.

Why this movie (out of all the other favorites)?

I like this movie because it's not pretentious nor preachy.

The guy is genuinely confused how to show his love for his girlfriend, and the girlfriend really wants to be her boyfriend's priority. Guys and girls think differently and expect different things from each other... sometimes, things that contradict each other. (example: guys want space to play games and have fun... girls want more time with boyfriend... etc.)

I had to review this movie with Don last night (because I needed inspiration in writing this entry.) and I cried (like the pathetic little girl I am).


So that's it for DAY 2 (which is actually VERY late.)

Day 1: Favorite Song

Going Back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
saying, "if you see this girl can you tell her where I am"

Some try to hand me money, they don't understand
I'm not broke I'm just a broken hearted man
I know it makes no sense but what else can I do
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you

Cause If one day you wake up and find your missing me
and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street
So I'm not moving, I'm not moving

Policeman says, "son you can't stay here"
I said, "there's someone I'm waiting for If it's a day, a month, a year"
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go

Cause If one day you wake up and find your missing me
and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinkin maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street
So I'm not moving, I'm not moving,
I'm not moving, I'm not moving

People talk about the guy that's waiting on a girl
There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world

Maybe i'll get famous as the man who can't be moved
Maybe you wont mean to but you'll see me on the news
And you'll come running to the corner
cause you'll know it's just for you
Im the man who can't be moved

(Chorus 2x)

Going Back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move
 



I heard about this song when I went on facebook and found its lyrics on a friend's status. I was intrigued and decided to find the music video on youtube (just out of curiousity, which I am always burning of). I highly recommend every guy in the world to listen to this song. Seriously. Not. But anyway, it's not like I'm REQUIRING people to hear it... hahaha.


The line "I'm not moving" seems to tickle my skeptic self with questions like "what if you need to pee?" or "don't you have plans on taking a bath?". Seriously, I am THAT crazy. But beyond the invitation of cynism (due to lack of logical consideration... as you find in most songs anyway), the weird falsettos and the generic melody (and by generic I mean it could possibly compose of at most 8 notes... but I haven't tried playing it so I'm not so sure... I'll keep you posted when I do decide to play it...); I found myself completely moved by the song.

Yes, I do admit from the bottom of my (diseased) heart that I have cried ONCE (only once ha). I was in a fragile state and this (stupid) song was on (I had no idea who played it... *innocent look*)... and I guess every girl sometimes wishes that their guy (or... girl? whichever sexual preference you have... I'm not one to judge.) would sing them the same devotion to wait (because waiting is probably the most annoying thing to do... especially if you're hungry... I am serious about this one. I'm very cranky when hungry.)

There is something about a man waiting on a girl (who might or might never come) that just pleases the ever-so-sadistic nature (that I believe sleeps in every girl).


So why is this my favorite song?

I'm not sure of it myself. I'm pretty sure I can find other songs that contain mushy and heart-wrenching lyrics, but I do know that as of this moment (14:35, March 31, 2010).... This is my favorite song.

30-Day Tumblr Challenge

 I know this isn't Tumblr but I'm feeling a bit bored this summer...^^ So I'm doing their 30-day challenge right here.^^ isn't that great?!?!?!


30 Day Tumblr Challenge.

Topics to post about:

* Day 01 — Your favorite song
* Day 02 — Your favorite movie
* Day 03 — Your favorite television program
* Day 04 — Your favorite book
* Day 05 — Your favorite quote
* Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy
* Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy
* Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad
* Day 09 — A photo you took
* Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago
* Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently
* Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy
* Day 13 — A fictional book
* Day 14 — A non-fictional book
* Day 15 — A fanfic
* Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
* Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
* Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy
* Day 19 — A talent of yours
* Day 20 — A hobby of yours
* Day 21 — A recipe
* Day 22 — A website
* Day 23 — A YouTube video
* Day 24 — Whatever tickles your fancy
* Day 25 — Your day, in great detail
* Day 26 — Your week, in great detail
* Day 27 — This month, in great detail
* Day 28 — This year, in great detail
* Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
* Day 30 — Whatever tickles your fancy


weeeeeeeeeeeeee... I'm getting excited!

Random LOVE thing!

I may forget a lot of things but never my tradition...
So this is my essay on LOVE (2010 edition).


"To the Fallen"


    It seems like only yesterday I was a young teenager looking desperately for "the one". I can remember all too well

the feeling of hurt and rejection, whenever a crush liked someone else.
    Is this feeling normal?
    Is falling in love supposed to give you some kind of insecurity and desperate need for self-assurance?

    This is dedicated to the fallen...
    To the left behind...
    To the one who loved true yet lost...
    To the happy...
    To the one patiently waiting...
    To the heart that's always breaking.

    Love is one of the many mysteries in life we would never fully understand.
    At first you'd think that words were enough...
    That hugs would suffice...
    That kisses would express what you feel...
    That gifts would satisfy your loved one...

    But there's always something missing, isn't there?
    There's always that pain...
    That question...
    That heartache...
    That unanswered question...
    That issue...
    That woman...
    That guy...
    That feeling that there's something not right...
    That sacrifice you always have to do that you feel isn't fair.

    So where do we stand in this?
    When we feel like giving up?
    Like love isn't enough?
    Like things aren't fair?
    Like she should treat you better?
    Like he should call more often?
    Like the words "I love you" should mean more than just this?
    Just this cycle... With pain and anger...

    Love seems meaningless sometimes.
    But sometimes it seems like it's the only thing that makes us feel a little better...
    A little more human...
    A little more vulnerable...


    And a little more alive...

    Happy Valentine's day! (2010)

-Gama Rae
   

Backtrack 1: Ry's birthday

It has been almost two months and it feels nostalgic.

I've written this entry (in my head over) and over but I couldn't seem to find the time to put it in cyberpaper. (cyberpaper? making-up terms much...!?)
An event passes, and then another... Things i have forgotten, that i would have wanted to remember.
Maybe if I tried reliving the days one by one I might recall?

Let's see...

The last date on the blog said November 22, that's 2 days after Ry's birthday and yet I wrote about our "beloved" teacher.

Since I failed to write about Ry's birthday, I will write about it now!

NOVEMBER 20, 2009

Ry is officially one year old! So, like any parent would do on her child's birthday, I gathered up my friends for the party. As did Don his. I invited a few others but I guess the invitation got lost in the mail since none of them ever made contact...

So yeah. I just discovered that taxi drivers are really really "annoying" (I would've wanted to use a more accurate term but refrained since the term is considered "profanity"). They wouldn't let us ride just because there are 5 of us, then they wouldn't let us ride (when there were 4 of us left) because of the destination (Consolacion) which is roughly a hundred or so pesos worth of taxi fare. It was a saturday so I guess their greed got the most of them. We waited for almost an hour for a taxi and even got there a little later than Don and his friends who just went there by jeepney. (I promised myself I would not rant about taxi drivers because they contribute a lot to society so I will end my rant here.)

If November 20 seems like a familiar date to you, that's probably because you've heard about the Voyager Tournament, which was postponed from the 13th. It was a big DotA (Defense of the Ancients... that's a game played in Warcraft...) tournament in Cebu with a 10,000-peso cash prize for the champion.

So if you were in my shoes, how do you tell your husband to give up the chance of winning 10,000 pesos (and possibly alienating his friends in the process) so he could spend more time with his daughter at her birthday?

You can't, Without any consequential drama or grudge-holding.

So I kept my mouth shut about it and just let him (and his friends) leave. And while he was gone, my parents thought of him as an irresponsible father.

In his defense: Firstly, I know a LOT of fathers (including mine) who don't stay long enough to endure birthday parties. Secondly, they have NO IDEA whatsoever what he was going to do with the money... or that they have been having budget problems at his house.

But eventually the deed was made into an issue. One that I can't quite forget. When Don's mom asked him where he was headed to and if he had class, Don's sister made the comment "DotA class." Of course my parents heard it. They detested DotA. Made my life hell for playing it.

So imagine my "delight" upon hearing the comment.

Yes... keep imagining...

I fueled, fumed and spontaneously combusted. I walked throughout the entire village just so that my head would cool down but how could it? I knew what was going to happen next (I can predict the future...^^)... (and I was right about my prediction then by the way...)

So yeah. I got accused of being a bad host because I wouldn't go and entertain Don's relatives.
In my defense: I have always been a person who expressed myself openly (regardless of how embarassing it might be), and I knew myself enough that I would end up saying harsh words to his sister... and the in-laws would think sourly of me. So rather than  destroying the relationship between me and his relatives, I chose to keep my mouth shut and just let them "judge" me for not entertaining them. Because I don't talk when I know that what I'm about to say could be permanently scarring (unless I absolutely loathe you then I could perhaps make the necessary exemption).

Just for the record. Had she not spoken that tactless comment, I would have entertained them rather than my own friends (most of which I haven't seen in ages by the way...).

I also knew then that they would make some kind of whatever about me. And I was right. Of course I was furious when I found out. Like "wow... now it's MY fault." She should know better than anyone that my dad punched me and kicked me in front of people in an internet cafe just for standing there. How can she expect me to smile and "entertain" like nothing has happened?

So yeah. As usual, I'm the bad guy for defending him.


But of course, Ry's birthday wasn't all bad... Well, except maybe for THAT part... But at least long-lost Lei came! I had to call her to guilt her into coming...^^ hahaha.


Hmmm... maybe I am bipolar. I'm going from angry to happy much too fast methinks.