blabbermind

forgive these randoms thoughts in my mind that am about to put into writing.
am tired, almost always tired.  have no energy most of the time, and am always wishing it’s night so i could get some sleep.  and no, am not pregnant, but am always sleepy…sleepy, sleepy, sleepy.
saw 2012 yesterday.  it was a freakingly good [...]

his father’s son 2

if there’s one thing that gords and niko palpably share, it’s the fact that they have the same “habits” at night.
gords, deeply asleep…
me:  “gords, get up.  you still have to secure the cars.”
gords:  “it’s right here.”
me:  “what?”
gords:  “the socket where sir long plugs in his devices.”
me: “eh?”
gords:  “the socket!  the socket!”
me:  “wake up!  you’re talking [...]

day and night

you see reason…i feel emotions
you try to understand…i sometimes resent
you think before you speak…i speak before i think
you forgive and forget…i tend to bear a grudge
you see the glass half full…i see it half empty
you’re patience personified…and i’m impatience made flesh
you’re the voice of reason that always pulls me back when i have allowed my [...]

the harassed mama

the slipup that was mine
gords and i noticed that niko was having some difficulty breathing at night these past few nights, and he would often wake up irritated and crying that it would take us (gords mostly) some time to calm him down and put him back to sleep.  anyway, he would wake up, screaming [...]

the night of the flying fucks

have i told you the story about the flying insect, btw?  no?
anyway, it feels like the same night eons ago, only this time, it was a different insect.
the first insect
gords and i were about to go to sleep when he suddenly jumped up from his side of the bed and flung his blanket onto the [...]

his father’s son

just want to share these pics with you, guys. hehehe
…the father…

…the son…

restaurant and carenderia faux pas

you might not think much of it, but there are some embarrassing blunders that do happen once in a while in restaurants and even in carenderias, and here are my favorites.
when i was still working in textswitch, gords once visited me, and we ate lunch at this carenderia located near the office.  so there we [...]

the taste of a cake gone sour

didn’t work the other day.  not ‘coz i was feeling lazy, but ‘coz i had a sour cake.
woke up on the wrong side of the bed.  started late with everything kulasito-related, and when i sat down to work, security alert balloon popped up saying my antivirus program was not up to date.  so i looked [...]

our deepest, darkest fears

we all have the same fears. we fear the death of a loved one, running out of money, natural calamities (still hitting myself over the head for not witnessing the hailstorm last month!), pain, dying, cockroaches, spiders, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. but, of course, we all have our very own deepest and darkest fears. [...]

gords the yosi rat

just bought a pack of reds the other day but only lit one cig ‘coz still have the dunhill to savor. hehehe. btw, i always leave it by the bookcase for easier access, especially after every meal and, syempre, kopi time.  what is kape without yosi, eh?  kape at yosi…makes sense to me.
anyhoo, after i [...]

us down to a tee! well…almost…

. . . j i n x . . .

Reliable Realists are down-to-earth and responsible-minded. They are precise, reserved and demanding. Their most prominent quality is reliability, and they will always make every effort to keep any promise given (not true. i sometimes promise just to shut the other person up and promptly dismiss [...]

14 years after

it’s funny…this thing we call life. just when you think you had everything all planned out, it doesn’t turn out quite that way.
i remember when i was back in high school and we were asked to write an essay with exactly this title “where do i see myself ten years from now.” and [...]

corny ka, gords!

this is gords’ corniest joke ever.
“kung si cesar montano may bandble bee sa singing bee, ako igwa man. mama-bee!”
nyah! gords, ang corny-corny mo! but i love you anyway, corny jokes and all. hahaha!
so i answered back, “ako palan may papa-bee man?”
to which he answered, “iyo, pero maiiba si kulasito ta sya [...]

some secrets that i keep from gords

ei, bi, there are some things that i don’t tell you. but since you don’t read my blog, you’ll probably never know them. hahaha!

if am too lazy to go to the bathroom to get my toothbrush, i use yours.

i sometimes tell you that i already took a bath, but i just moisten my hair [...]

what he didn’t know didn’t hurt him until…

have been meaning to write about this for months now but kept on forgetting. anyhoo, this happened naman last year pa…another fiesta incident…but still very much fresh in my mind.

gords and i were on our way home, dealing with the fiesta traffic and still talking about the mother who lost her child sa simbahan (remember [...]