What could be a more fitting welcome than a big (and I do mean big) bowl of kare-kare and two succulent slices of tuna belly grilled to perfection plus the spicy smell of sinamak -when you get home?

If the prodigal son was my mom's very own? that dumb fart wouldn't have ran away in the first place. He would have sat his prodigal ass at home and thugged it out he's whole life just so he could sit his behind every night at the dinner table and enjoy the simple home cook feasts of mi mama.

Call me a mama's boy, I don't care, because in our family -even my dad is a "mama's boy." There's nothing like having a cooky-cook-ky mom. She's our princess, queen, general, slave driver, cosmic karmic bringer, cashier, accountant, bank, pawnshop, judge, clown, conscience, heart and soul. She's all that and everything else in between.

Humans can be everything ang anything all at the same time.


They can also mean nothing which can happen sometimes but can last for a lifetime.




Ano daW?

Youd think that people would have had enought of silly love songs.
But I look around me and I see it isnt so.
Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs.
And whats wrong with that?
Id like to know, cause here I go again

I love you, I love you,
I love you, I love you,

I cant explain the feelings plain to me, say cant you see?
Ah, she gave me more, she gave it all to me
Now cant you see,

Whats wrong with that
I need to know, cause here I go again
I love you, I love you

Love doesnt come in a minute,
Sometimes it doesnt come at all
I only know that when Im in it
It isnt silly, no, it isnt silly, love isnt silly at all.

How can I tell you about my loved one?
How can I tell you about my loved one?

How can I tell you about my loved one?
(I love you)
How can I tell you about my loved one?
(I love you)

Kung nursing ka, di ka special. Part ka ng sangkatutak na nursing students and registered nurses sa Pinas. You come by the buckets, trucks and any other container that big enough to accomodate thousands of you.

So don't act like one.




Hehehehe... sensiya na mga nursing friends kelangan lang ilabas, nothing personal. hehehe...

It's my birthday today. I am broke, tired, sleepy and I am nursing a terrible hangover and body malaise. But, I bumped into my crush this morning though, I mean literally bumped into her, I was late and was rounding the corner when out of nowhere she came gliding into my sight and wham. I think I might have ACCIDENTALY grazed her mammaries in the process. Sorry crush.. Anyways, we both managed a weak smile and a couple of murmurs of apologies and off we went. I hope she'll remember my perfume as she takes her noon siesta today. hehehehe....

Tonight, beer will not flow, foam will flow from the foam party but not beer... I am broke but on March 1 livers will swell and throats will burn from regurgitated meat and fish from assorted pulutans. And just for good measure, mouths will hang open and drool will drip from two of the most devilishly daring ***** ever to enter OTSO.

I swiveled my head just fast enough to catch a glimpse of a red and shiny thing go pass, I tried to follow it with my gaze, but all I saw was a blur and a tail of sparks in its wake. I shouted in my excitement and exclaimed, "Whoa! What the fart was that?"

She turned her head and look at the spot where I was pointing my not-so-well-manicured fingers, I wiggled it to stress my shock and she squinted her doll eyes to get a better view.

"I think it's love." She said as we move in a bit closer to investigate. She held my arm as we were moving forward at a slow and steady pace, I knew she was scared and believe me I was scared too, but I didn't let her know. (It's a guy thing.) Thoughts flood my head as we got closer and with them came questions, what if it really is love? Is it wise that we should go hastily at it? Is it possible that we could get hurt? Are we ready for love? What shampoo is she using? Her hair smells nice.

I parted the stuffed toys that cushioned the landing of the red and shiny thing, I can smell smoke and the probability of fire and something burning now seemed so real, yet strangely enough, I wasn't afraid anymore. I knew that as long as she was holding my arms, as long as I can smell her hair and feel her breath on my shoulders I'd be alright. She gripped my elbows as if sensing my burdened thoughts, turned me around and said in her soft narrators voice, "Let's leave it be."

I turned to look at her and answered, "leave it be? What if it is love?"

She fidgeted with the thought looking as if she was unsure what to say, then she said, "If it's love then it will happen, we don't have to go and look for it right?"

“Well, I think love just found us wouldn't you agree?” I argued half-heartedly, I could never find it in my heart to argue with her.

She fixed me with her gaze and she let her eyes do the arguing and as expected, I fold just like last time.. just like all the time. Sadly, she's right, I gave a silent nod of agreement. Then she smiled, bounced up close to me and kissed me on the cheeks and said, "Don't worry, I love you anyways, it's just not the right time."

I sheepishly smiled and said, "I guess you're right, let's just enjoy what we have right now and let nature take its course."

She smiled, pinch my nose and gave me another kiss for good luck.

I held her hand and we both smiled as we made our way through the promenade under the noisy stares and darkened thoughts of a thousand green-eyed dream weavers.

They say that drinking is the haven for the weak. If that's the case then call me helpless...

For the past couple of days I noticed that missing you, doesn't affect me that much anymore, unlike before or maybe I just miss her more...



Maybe I just don't miss you at all?



I don't know, I haven't tried opening this door before, specially not with anyone as special as you or at least some who used to be as special like you... I think!



It's no secret anymore, I am looking at you as something of a chore, a semi-lost cause waiting for the last push from you obviously.



Maybe I just don't miss you at all?



Maybe I don't love you like before? Or maybe I just don't love you anymore?

I was sitting there, trying to explain what I can't express and you were looking at me, I think you were listening or at least I am hoping you were. I couldn't really talk much because I was kind of worried about the class I skipped just so I could hang out in this starlit field with you, plus the mosquitoes are bothering me and my stomach's grumbling.

We stood up to chase the two stupid cats who came into our little corner of the world, then you started dancing in the middle of my astrology lecture about Orion's belt. You where so cute, swaying in the beat of the distant drums from a street dancing practice not to far away. You were laughing your breathe out, throwing pillows at my heart with every giggle and for a fleeting moment, I was silently wishing that I could see myself in your eyes or hear my name in your voice.

The school bells peal and the melody of "Edelweiss" fills the gloomy field, single handedly erasing every trace of romanticism in the air and in follows the "Elephant Dance," a reminder that you must do a Cinderella.

School bell sucks...

Is there such a thing?