naked, and turned another life's sheet

Hottest Ring Card Girls -- now I know why boxers are eager to fight big time.

noreply@blogger.com (rommelgarcia) — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 03:55:00 +0000

Since Manny Pacquiao will be fighting again this coming May 2 against Ricky Hatton, I've been trying to browse the net to follow the news regarding the fight and what are the chances of Manny winning the fight. I then came across to this site's forum linking these HOT pictures.

And Yeah, being me... of course, got curioused and checked it out and Man! got impressed to the pictures. :) well, check it out to see more so you'll know what I mean.

I'm still not finished looking the pictures since I'm here at the office and I can't focus working while looking at the pictures. Too. damn. hot.. ^_^ Haha! Better practice my ALT+TAB'bing skills.

PS: Good luck to Manny for his coming fight. I'll watch. Go Pinoy!!! Woohooo

photo reference:
http://www.perezstart.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/hot-ring-girl-7-150x150.jpg
http://www.perezstart.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/hot-ring-girl-41.jpg
http://www.perezstart.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/hot-ring-girl-17.jpg
http://www.perezstart.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/hot-ring-girl-24.jpg
http://www.perezstart.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/hot-ring-girl-30.jpg

Deadliest toxin heals (Botox... Botox. anyone?)

noreply@blogger.com (rommelgarcia) — Sat, 21 Feb 2009 05:03:00 +0000

I just browsed the internet and found out this site. This site features the "World's most powerful things", and one on the list that fascinates me is the world's most powerful toxin thing called Botulinum toxin which is said that can kill 1 million people with only 1 gram.

And the funny thing is...

It is known to be used with cosmetic stuff like botox. haha!! Now I know why its called "botox". Its BOtulinum TOXin. :) haha!

I just wondered how many amount of botulinum does botox have.

Due to copyright reasons, I cannot show you some picture so I might as well give you the link where you can see other picture of the poison. Follow this link

Muni-Muni Ulit (Matapos ang mahabang pagtulog)

noreply@blogger.com (rommelgarcia) — Sat, 21 Feb 2009 04:38:00 +0000

Pag nakita mo ang pagkakataon na makita siya. Nakita mo na nga ba talaga siya?
Pag kinanta mo ang awit ng mang-aawit... Mang-aawit ka na rin?
Pag naglakad ka kasabay ang mga taong tumatakbo. Makakarating ka pa rin ba sa pupuntahan mo?
Pag nagpatawa ka, at may tumawa.. Tumawa ba talaga sila dahil sa joke mo?
Pag naglinis ka at may natirang dumi... Malinis o madumi pa rin ba ang tawag?
Pag nagtanong ka... At walang sumagot... Tanong pa rin ba ang tawag dun?

anong pinagkaiba ng perseverance at makulit?

At pag nag-isip ka tulad ng ganito...

Wala ng tanong tanong...
Malakas ang trip mo...

To A Cherub (Epilogue): Eulogy

noreply@blogger.com (rommelgarcia) — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 03:48:00 +0000

(If it’s your first time reading this, it is best that you read the part 1 and the part 2 first. Please.)

"Nakangiti ako ngayon kuya, kasi... Nakangiti ka. Hindi po ba pwede yun?" --'Pare'

Video Info:
Artist - Sigur Ros
Song - Svefn-g-Englar

To A Cherub: A Memoir

noreply@blogger.com (rommelgarcia) — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 03:40:00 +0000

(If it’s your first time reading this, it is best that you read the part 1 first. Please.)

One of the treasured meetings we had was when I was to come home one evening. She suddenly stopped playing with her friends after she saw me coming from work; and based from the way she looked at that time, I knew she recognized something. She then slowly walked towards me without saying anything; she then grabbed my hand, held it firmly and we walked together.

She never said anything so I started, “Pare. Ano problema?” (What’s wrong?) I asked her. “Huh? Wala. Ano ba’ng dapat problema kuya?” (Nothing. Should there be any problem?) She surprisingly replied.

I didn’t answer her. I didn’t say anything. Not because she tapped my pride low, but because she got a point. I don’t know what to tell her. The question told is not a question but a statement. She is right. She just wanted to hold my hand and walk with me. What any other reasons to think?

I don’t know why I didn’t go home directly at that time. There’s nothing special to feel at that moment. It just came to me to sit and stay outside for a while. So I sat with her watching her friends playing. That night, she was into something.

She suddenly asked me, “Kuya, anong problema?” (Something wrong?). I was bit surprised. Was she really three years old? Well, one thing’s for sure, she made a real question and I had an answer; so I grabbed the opportunity and answered immediately, “Wala naman, Pagod” (Nothing. Just tired) and began to think about the person that I’ve became; the time spent working my ass to earn money, and the months to earn more; Add the fact that I realized that I don’t have the time to spend and hang out with my friends plus, putting too much effort for the things I always dream to materialize--immediately. Yeah, I AM TIRED INDEED.

She asked again, “Talaga? Pagod?” (Tired? Really?). “Oo. Hehe! Pagod pare.” (Yes, really tired), I replied.

Something will come after that. It’ll strike to me point-blank unconsciously.

She paused, came near me and hugged my arm for a while. Then she stood up, looked straight to me, held both of my cheeks with her hands, and beamingly said, “Edi ‘wag kang magmadali!” (Then slow down!).

That one line, that simple one line made by her, made me recollect “me”.

It struck me wide-open. She would always say the right words at the right time. She was certainly right again. Here I am, so eager to accomplish my dreams, really trying hard to achieve them all; constantly wanting for growth, another after another to the point that I’m not enjoying it anymore. I missed that part—“being able to cherish and enjoy every part of that development”; and my friends, I’m losing them.

Yes! Certainly, I am living fast.

I felt weird. I was out of words. Just a thought in my mind—To slow down.

We bid goodnight after that. She was called by her mother since it was already late and I was left pondering her statement.

So what else not to love about her? If you were me, wouldn’t you love her?

....

That Thursday, mother handed me the detail:
She got a high fever in the morning and late at night "Pare" has slept completely for unknown reason. She never said goodnight to me.

A cherub had died; a cherub could have been an angel. She's three.

It IS Thursday.

It's different this time. I wake up today from a good slumber— I dreamt of her.

-- To the memory of :

the beautiful little angel in front of us (3)

jason bonus (25)

ate roaxelle (25)

and all the angels we didn't know we've already met.

"Death ends a life, Not a relationship" --Morrie Schwartz

To A Cherub: A Union

noreply@blogger.com (rommelgarcia) — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 03:26:00 +0000

It WAS Thursday.

I called my mother to tell her that I will not be coming home at that day; I was too excited to get my hands on my newly bought computer.

My mind was set. I was not to ask questions. I'll just to tell my mother how excited I am that time.

After all has been said, with the usual goodbyes and "ingat";

---"Someone left."

This is unusual.

There are two things I usually do if mother opens a topic. Either I said "OK" in response to all that she said. Or, we argue.

This time, it was different.

I was not shocked but got stuck, I was not sad either for I don't believe my mother ‘til she handed me the detail. She was referring to the little child in front of our house, our neighbor’s daughter. The one I called "Pare".

....

Pare is beautiful. With those eyes which smile always (yes, I'm a sucker over beautiful eyes), a voice so little and the unforgettable grin that she always does as if she's in to something. She does it without hesitating. Even when she's crying, hehe I don't know, but I laugh when I see her cry. Maybe in the way she cry or the way she said things while she's crying. ^_^

Our first meeting was a little awkward. I've been eating my lunch that time when I saw a movement on our door and noticed it opened slowly. I felt weird so I didn't approach the door to see what it was but was curious enough to wait who or what causes the movement. So I waited; it opened a bit and nothing else. I did continue my lunch but this time, I was facing the door and still waiting for something coming out of the door. The door moved again, opened the same as little as before, open enough to put one's eye and look through it.

What happens next really made my day bright.

I saw a little person peeping. It was little strange and funny at the same time. I acted like I didn't notice her; turning my head away to the door but closely watching her next move. The little person suddenly puts her tongue out, put it back, and then let it out again. She does it every second, not slowly and not too fast either. She did that at least 5 seconds I think. Have you noticed the goldfish's mouth when it swims? Yes, like those except that she uses her tongue and not the whole mouth.

I bought the scene. The peeping little child on a narrow-opened door with her tongue coming in an out, oh well, I just can't hold my laughter. I did laugh forgetting that I was eating my lunch. Yes, you're right. My nose spitted bits of rice (imagine a gun). The floor has a mixed splatter of rice and of course my saliva. I got teary eyed and my nose was burning that time.

Then suddenly, I heard a giggle, then laughter, and then high pitch laughter. I looked to the side where the sound was coming from. I knew it, that little person is laughing--- nooon-stooop. She can't be stopped. She sits to our floor pointing at me--- still laughing hard.

After getting the strength to stand up, she got out. She went to their house (some little meters away from our house), left our door wide open and, intentionally shouted to her father giggling, "Papa papa... hihihihi! si Kuya hahaha! ang daming lumabas na kanin sa ilong niya hahaha! hihihi! Parang bazooka yung ilong niya eh. Kulay red pa. hahaha” (I saw many bits of rice came out to Kuya’s nose. His nose was like bazooka and it’s too red! *laughing)

What the..! Her father became silent. I felt it. Her father had his share of laughter. What can I do? Tsk! A little soldier came to the castle uninvited; laughed at the prince point-blank; and the prince cannot do anything but smile and laugh at himself too-- bitterly.

I was speechless. I’m embarrassed by her and she made an impression. She knew she's being liked. I don't know how and why, but she just knew and that I liked on her. Oh well, since then I always greeted and called her 'Pare'.

10 Things I've Noticed and Learned This Day

noreply@blogger.com (rommelgarcia) — Mon, 10 Dec 2007 17:27:00 +0000

Today is: 12-10-2007

1. On each page of my 11-page list in friendster, I did not personally know at least one of them.

2. I still love Yano's music.

3. I now like beers more than hard drinks.

4. I just love being in a band performing rather than working in the office.

5. My first ever blog post for TrendLabs (Trend Micro) has been quoted in some IT News website (eWeek). Others need some membership so I didn't bother. Google it if you want. :p. You can check here for the actual post (only if you didn't believe ^_^)

6. I may have to change my name (in friendster, in my blog) since it is already in the internet.

7. I am not the only [ my name inserted ] in the world.

8. I had a hypertension/high-blood, so i should lessen (i said 'lessen' not stop) from eating sisig.

9. I am. a. sloppy blogger.

10. There's someone reading this right now.

Runner up:

- I'll be doing this 'my tens' from time to time.

- I should be working right now

- I should be linking the blogs that I'm also reading.

What the Web Can Tell About My Birthday

noreply@blogger.com (rommelgarcia) — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 13:29:00 +0000

If you want to try it on yourself click here

(A day in) November 1983

Your date of conception was on or about 14 February 1983 which was a Monday.

You were born on a Monday
under the astrological sign Scorpio.
Your Life path number is 3.

Your fortune cookie reads:
There is a true and sincere friendship between you and your friends.

Life Path Compatibility:
You are most compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 3, 6 & 9.
You should get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 1, 2, 5 & 11.
You are least compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 4, 7, 8 & 22.

The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2445645.5.
The golden number for 1983 is 8.
The epact number for 1983 is 16.
The year 1983 was not a leap year.

Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 2/13/1983 and ending 2/1/1984.
You were born in the Chinese year of the Pig.

Your Native American Zodiac sign is Snake; your plant is Thistle.

You were born in the Egyptian month of Tyby, the first month of the season of Poret (Emergence - Fertile soil).

Your date of birth on the Hebrew calendar is 1 Kislev 5744.
Or if you were born after sundown then the date is 2 Kislev 5744.

The Mayan Calendar long count date of your birthday is 12.18.10.8.1 which is
12 baktun 18 katun 10 tun 8 uinal 1 kin

The Hijra (Islamic Calendar) date of your birth is Monday, 1 Safar 1404 (1404-2-1).

The date of Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 3 April 1983.
The date of Orthodox Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 8 May 1983.
The date of Ash Wednesday (the first day of Lent) on your birth year was Wednesday 16 February 1983.
The date of Whitsun (Pentecost Sunday) in the year of your birth was Sunday 22 May 1983.
The date of Whisuntide in the year of your birth was Sunday 29 May 1983.
The date of Rosh Hashanah in the year of your birth was Thursday, 8 September 1983.
The date of Passover in the year of your birth was Tuesday, 29 March 1983.
The date of Mardi Gras on your birth year was Tuesday 15 February 1983.

As of 11/27/2007 8:07:17 AM EST
You are 24 years old.
You are 288 months old.
You are 1,255 weeks old.
You are 8,786 days old.
You are 210,872 hours old.
You are 12,652,327 minutes old.
You are 759,139,637 seconds old.

Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 3.43874755381605 years old. (Life's just a big chewy bone for you!)

Your lucky day is Tuesday.
Your lucky number is 9 & 11.
Your ruling planet(s) is Mars & Pluto.
Your lucky dates are 1st, 10th, 19th, 28th.
Your opposition sign is Taurus.
Your opposition number(s) is 6.

Today is one of your lucky days!

There are 346 days till your next birthday
on which your cake will have 25 candles.

Those 25 candles produce 25 BTUs,
or 6,300 calories of heat (that's only 6.3000 food Calories!) .
You can boil 2.86 US ounces of water with that many candles.

Your birthstone is Citrine

The Mystical properties of Citrine

Citrine is said to help one connect with Spirit.

Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources)

Yellow Topaz, Pearl, Diamond

Your birth tree is Walnut Tree, the Passion

Unrelenting, strange and full of contrasts, often egoistic, aggressive, noble, broad horizon, unexpected reactions, spontaneous, unlimited ambition, no flexibility, difficult and uncommon partner, not always liked but often admired, ingenious strategist, very jealous and passionate, no compromises.

There are 28 days till Christmas 2007!
There are 41 days till Orthodox Christmas!

The moon's phase on the day you were
born was waxing crescent.

Copyright © 2006 Paul R. Sadowski (http://www.paulsadowski.com)

Of My One-Day Salary

noreply@blogger.com (rommelgarcia) — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 12:46:00 +0000

I wake up again this morning. Realizing that I'm still able to breath, instincts told me that I must be alive.

And while I woke up today without an idea of where to go and what to do, a sudden sense of just being alive in a standby mode is too idiotic that dying anytime today would be pointless.

So I dress-up for work (because I need to), then it started with the mirror.
I did see myself, so now I'm sure.

I'll go outside and work for 1-day salary while surrender my reveries without charge.

"To combine your waking rational abilities with the infinite possibilities of your dreams."

A Bedroom Drama

noreply@blogger.com (rommelgarcia) — Wed, 19 Sep 2007 14:12:00 +0000

I've been writing blogs. I think it's already been three years. I know, I haven't written or post that much, but of of all those posts, I've noticed that it had been always about me. From about what I felt, about what I want to say, to what I wanted to say but don't want others know that it's me. They have been always about it.

I just felt that in some point of the blogs posted and soon-to-be-posted, at least dedicate one of my posts to the ones I knew and special to me.

As what the title says, it's a bedroom drama. It's not because I'll be dead soon (w/c is convincingly possible), also not because I'm drunk right now. And no! I am not that in mode (senti) if you think so. It's just drama. A drama moment where you were in your room ready to sleep but your mind is still wandering around and have a sort of realization.

Yes, this time, I want my post to be different. A somewhat form of dedication and a thank you post to all that is special to me.

This post is a drama and a song (never mind the video, just the song);

and dedicated to:

* My mother
* To my father
* To my brother
* To rest of my family
* To all of my childhood friends.
* To all of my "kainuman simula pa nung bata".
* To all people who I have argued with.
* To all the friends I had in elementary, in high school and college
* To all whom I've been connected with in friendster but I really didn't know them.
* To all the friends who only knew me when they need something or when I've become big.
* To all the friends "na ang hirap yayain"
* To the one I had crush on elementary days
* To the one I had crush on High-school years
* To the one I had crush on college. (I still do until now and want to tell you someday)
* To the one(s) that have a secret crush on me (If there was/is) ^_^
* To the last last girl I deeply said "I love you" to. (more years ago)
* To the last girl I deeply said "I love you" to. (some years ago)
* To all angels to meet and already met.
* To all people who never knew they've been an angel. (at least for me.)
* To the last girl whom I WILL deeply say... "I love you".
* To her, who at some point, just came out of nowhere and digged-in a marking inside me--Tienshi.

"The diffrense from a person and an angel is easy. Most of an angel is in the inside and most of a person is on the outside." --Fynn

of the things in repose--the unsaid and left unheard. (words are inert)

noreply@blogger.com (rommelgarcia) — Wed, 25 Jul 2007 10:39:00 +0000

A blast--I had a blast. I'm drunk. I am...
If I'm not, then you're not reading this by now. I may have thought right then that I shouldn't be posting something like this. But since I already planned to do this way before, and me, being drunk right now, would not care if somebody would be bored to read this at all (unless you're her).

I must tell,

This will end with a line that's one of my biggest excuse, if not lie ever. (Dare to skip lines f*** you!).

Since I cannot sleep well tonight, with some finished bottles of beer, and since I cannot think of things I'd be doing next, I should be sleeping soon (It's just a matter of one day-dream, hundred of sheeps to count and doing nothing). But then I've realized that Coheed and Beatles are still giving me an LSS to sleep right away so it would not be a bad idea to sing inside the bathroom, find words to post, and be half-awake while half-dreaming.

So I did sang some songs. Four of them as I've remembered. I had great gig until I grew tired seeing the four walls of the bathroom. Then I went up to my room, lied to my bed and began counting sheeps.

I knew there was something coming. Someone was visiting. Someone will stay for a while.
. .... ... ......

I prayed. I don't know, but I have just included her there. All of a sudden, I had just created a picture of her.

She is different. So different that I always thought of her as a cherub--the one who'll stay with you inside, in your middle, in your center. If one would ask me what is extraordinary with her, I can just think of one answer--That she let me know her the way someone would demand to be known. I've known her in her own terms, in her own way.
...

She's passing by; just walking. Not so quickly but not so slowly either. The distance from me was calculated, so exact to make a perfect glimpse of her. Even I expect her to pass by, whether she added a smile or not, her ability to make every step on her way was so polished that you'll feel there was something not ordinary. I don't know, but she always does it as if she always knew how to get the most out of that moment. They were spectacular. At least for me.

Me unaware, would wait for that moment... always.

She sometimes do it differently. Walking towards me, wearing a hair band or a ribbon on her hair. Most often she would say something to me, but even she wouldn't, I would bobble my body like a wave of static had just touched my feet--knocking them. Should I stare at her a minute longer would make her notice that I was fumbling. Was it because of her extraordinary grins or the special smile, or her ribbon, or her scent, or her eyes, all of our meetings always made me defenseless.

That was them exactly as I've often remembered.

This time it was different. She's invading my sleep. Yes, she was on my dreams. Not that always but again, she just knew when she would visit me there. As always, she had a knack of prolonging them. It would start as her being so clear, her twinkling smile was still there and me not changing, was still fumbling. Then everything on her will become blurry. Dimming little by little until she become a silhouette. Should I try to sleep again would not do it. As if she was giving a memo: that she would rather be not forgotten rather than to be remembered. Well at least, there in my dreams, we're closer.

Given a different place on every dreams, even though I try to change the place; or the way we meet, it's always her turn to say things. And me the dreamer, who can do anything in my dreams would always just smile and stare at her.

And now she's here--in my dreams. This time we're walking. We're just separated by our arms length, she was not perfect but she was just enough to make me not to look on anything beside her. I let her do and tell what she wants so she'll not see me looking at her. I thought I'm doing good until I felt that she had noticed me. So she look back at me, pause for a moment, and while grinning she said, "Why? ...you like me?" She then make another pause, smile, and then: "Rommel, You love me. Don't you?". Then everything on me stops. How can I forget, she had a knack of doing things driving you defenseless. She caught me and that was it for me.

Had she finally noticed that it was the moment I always waited?
That it was the words I always wanted to tell her?

She had just asked. Whether it was a joke or just a plain question, I must answer. She had handed me my turn.

"Yes!"

I could answer that on her. There were so many words to choose to have the same answer. I don't know but I would just smile. I would stare at her as if I'm waiting her to say something again. Was it because I had sensed that it was only a dream or that I want to tell her personally, I know I was overwhelmed. I'm stucked and I did say nothing.

Everything will be blurred after... always.

Well, see, I've been thinking; What things would become today if i've done past things the other way around. I really don't understand why I'm fumbling right then, But, Tsk, If I just said things already; I don't have to write it like I do tonight. Or, that maybe I'm in not the right side of that day. Nah, I'm just drunk.

Or maybe I'm not.

If only this is one of the things that would be easy to show or just tell, then I could ease back tonight and say 'hey man. I've done it already and whatever will come out doing those, I'll be alright tomorrow. So goodbye if it is or, hello and bye bye my favorite and maybe hello again if you'd like to hear it once more'. Get that? Yup, Pointless. F*** it!

Can't I just say it to her straight? Like, 'Hey, It's been weird I know, it may be out of the line to say it. it's just that it's been too long, and this maybe be unexpected for you, but you know, I miss you here. I'm missing you' or like, 'I miss you. I don't know why, But, I'm liking it. And Umm.. For whatever reason, I like you. Even before.' As straight as that. No more metaphoric, song-like, poetic, bull$#1*!

...Why is it just so different with her?

I'm getting nowhere fast and there are things I should have said before. Would I be expecting me to write an open letter? In here. As open as this.

Or was I already?

Okay, I'm convinced, I could just always forget her. Well, my mind was saying me that.

"My mind may be right."

If only I have felt the last time when I saw her, that it would be a despedida. At least, one thing seems right then, I did not hear her say goodbye; and so did I.

Would it be weird for her to ask her for a second despedida?

I wanted to tell her, so she'll know every thing the way I demanded these things to be known. All of these things, all of the unheard, and all these unseen; In my own terms, in my own way.
. .... ... ......

Though I can pretend it's nothing and though I'm able to not remember her, I could not forget her.

"...But a heart would never be wrong."

I. do. like her.

Nah, I'm just drunk. And, as I've said, I could just always forget

a two-minute moment

noreply@blogger.com (rommelgarcia) — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 05:48:00 +0000

I'm bored and lazy at the same time. Have you ever felt the same?
Weird isn't it?

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= -o0o- =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

....Haayyy. --in trance

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= -o0o- =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Tick... 4:21:05 PM

Unaware of the world around me,
Steadily watching on something which I'm not looking,
My thoughts are now wandering and creating a universe at the same time.
I'm now somewhere in that universe--My world.

Something has caught my attention. It is certain. I am happy.
I feel home. laughing, exstatic and cherished. I have seen you and myself.

I want to stay a little more, so I did ask 'me' to not to move. I did try but still the world has faded so quickly.

Tock... 4:23:07 PM

My already uncovered eyes opened. I came back. No. I have awaken.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= -o0o- =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

There were silence when I woke up. Something must be going on. Until it hits me, I've felt the looks of some eyes. Now I have sensed it, they are laughing.

Who will not? I really got stucked up. ^_^ (If I am at their place I probably laugh too. And, like them, I'll probably hide it also.)

Oh well, nothing I can do so I laughed too.

And then I smile.

They didn't know,
Two minutes of that moment.... I WAS IN HEAVEN.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= -o0o- =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Can you imagine? Isn't it funny?
My boredom and laziness takes me to heaven.

...And I wrote something that makes you still read up to this point. ^_^

hmmm... weird.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= -o0o- =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Muse

noreply@blogger.com (rommelgarcia) — Thu, 19 Jul 2007 12:45:00 +0000

Daydreaming...

I remembered a book I've read with its own curriculum,
The admiration to the story of a man I never thought that existed.
A man in the hearts of everyone..

Memories just came in. A Recollection.
Appreciation to death and life.
I admire love. My life is waking. A man admired.

More than beauty, More than perfect, I admire Morrie.

"All the love you created is still there.
You live on -- in the hearts of everyone
you have touched and nurtured while you were here.
Death ends a life, not a relationship."

--Morrie Schwartz in "Tuesdays With Morrie", by Mitch Albom

whoa... (when I browsed and ended in friendster, a story)

noreply@blogger.com (rommelgarcia) — Thu, 19 Jul 2007 10:42:00 +0000

The monitor has my reflection. A flaw, Of course. I took a glimpse of it.
The reflection is no admirable... But an admirer.

7 hours prior, nothing is active except boredom itself. My fingers were inattentively playing until it landed on the letter-board. Letters start to appear on the browser.
A word was forming... A word has formed -- "friendster".

Nothing new, except that I browsed. My eyes has never been this big -- excited.
I admire the faces I saw on friendster... with them -- a family.

Amen.

I did admire her. I wish I am no stranger to her eyes. to such beauty, to such smile. Bitten by reality, aarghh shhh---oot! She is never new, I am new to her.

I am a fan.

An admirer begged to fit in to her circle.

I wish she would.

Even to a stranger.

muni-muni ng tamad, tamad at ang muni-muni.

noreply@blogger.com (rommelgarcia) — Tue, 17 Jul 2007 11:13:00 +0000

May nahanap ako. Walang kasing halaga. Bagong tuklas.
--Ang aking sarili.

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Kung ilagay ko kaya ang buhay sa isang script. At, sa loob ng isang kwento, nandun tayo. Tayo mismo, nasa script sa isang libro. --may kuwento.

Wala kang mukha, pangalan lang. Hindi ikaw, pero ang iyong pagkatao. Hindi uso ang maganda at panget, kasi nga wala kang mukha. Magugustuhan o Aayawan ka hindi sa iyong itsura kundi kung anong klaseng pagkatao meron ka sa ilalim ng storya.

Wala kang kapanganakan, intro lang. Hindi ka mamamatay, pero may ending ang kwento mo.

Dun ka nakatira sa ideyal na mundo, Nakapaligid sayo ang ideyal na mga tao. At ang buhay mo--Isang ideyal na kwento.

Walang langit. Walang multo. Walang Diyos. Well. depende sa storya.. Pero sa script na gagawin ko, Wala. Ako. Ako ang Diyos. Ako gagawa ng kwento mo.

At sa kwento ko.. Ikaw ay mulat. Magsusulat ka. Parang ganito. Diyos ka rin sa kwento ko. Ikaw ang Diyos ng sarili mong mundo... Tulad ko.

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**pop
tao1: uy, tol.. balita? hehe!! kumusta?
tao2: uy men, long time no hear ah. ok lang ako.. nasa opis ako ngayon.. kaw? balita?

tao1: ok lang din.. papasok pa lang.. dun na ulit ako sa opis mag oonline.. kelan tayo inuman?
tao2: oo nga noh!! kita naman tayo.. tagal na tayong hindi nagkikita eh..

tao1: lagi ka bang online tol?
tao2: umm.. hindi naman lagi.. minsan lang.. pero siguro ngayon pwede ng lagi. pde pala siya sa opis eh.
tao1: talaga? ayos.. at least.. magkakabalitaan tayo.. tapos pwede kita yayain mag-inuman.

tao1: oo.. 'tsong.. para magkita-kita ulit tayo!!
tao2: ayos yan.. cge.. try kong yayain yung iba..
tao1: oks.
tao2: ikaw tol? lagi ka bang online?
tao1: oo tsong pero lagi akong invisible..
tao2: invi? bakit naman?
tao1: wala lang.. oo nga pala.. mag-iinvisible lang ako ha? w8 lang..
tao2: oks.. may tinataguan ka noh?
tao1: haha!! wala ah. Wala lang.
tao1: Parang Ok kasi mag-invisible eh.. Hindi nila alam na online ka tapos alam mong online sila. Parang nag-oobserve ka lang. Inoobserbahan mo sila sa status nila.. Parang nakikita mo kung gaano sila kasaya o kalungkot sa status nila ^_^ Parang Diyos.
tao2: ayos ah. Parang Diyos. :)
tao1: hehe!
tao2: ma-try ko nga rin..
tao1: hehehe! ayos!

tao2: pero 'tsong parang baliktad ah?
tao1: baliktad? .... huh?
tao2: yung sinabi mo kanina... Tayo yung laging invisible. Yung Diyos lagi siyang online. Alam natin nandiyan siya. Alam natin kung anong status ng Diyos. Tayo.. Tayo, lang yung namimili kung kelan natin siya ippop ng msg. Kung kelan lang tayo may gusto sabihin, o kaya parang may gusto tayong hingan ng tulong.. Lagi siyang online. Lagi siyang naghihintay ng makaka-chat.. ;)

tao2: parang ikaw. Pwedeng nakita mo na akong nag-online dati.. tapos online ka lagi, pero invisible. Ikaw. lang namili ng oras na ngayon mo ako kumustahin.. Para kang tayo.. --TAO. :D

tao1: ....
tao2: hehehe! tsong.. taagaay.. :)
tao1: hehehe!! ayos yun ah. Ako representasyon ng tao.. Ikaw, ikaw ang Diyos..
tao2: hehe! hindi ah.. :) Hindi naman ako laging online eh.

tao1: hahah!! ayos.. ang galing ng sagot ah.. pero may pagka-Diyos ka pa rin..
tao2: wenk!! huh?? ayos ah? pano mo nasabi?
tao1: alam namin online ka.. Ppop ka namin.. Pero minsan... hindi ka naman nagrereply.. ^_^ Buti nga ikaw eh, minsan lang.. eh si Lord.. hmm.. hindi man lang sumasagot ng.. "o ano yun? bakit?" o kaya "o . kumusta?" hehe!! diba? kahit kailan wala.

tao2: wahaha!! oo nga naman! well hindi ko alam.. ewan ko.. hindi naman ako Diyos. Wala naman akong lahing Diyos.. Pero meron ako.. umm.. Ugaling Diyos..
tao1: Ugaling Diyos? ano un?
tao2: naku.. alam mo un noh.. meron ka rin nun noh.. Hindi mo lang namamalayan.. pero parang pag-ibig.. Hindi mo alam nandiyan lang.. wahahaha!
tao1: tagay pa!! hehehehe!!
tao2: hehe!! tagay pa.. :D

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