CHANNING TATUM!!

EEEEEEE!!!!!! Channingggg!!!!
I'm in love with Channing Tatum again. Di najud ni mausab, di na mailisan... Period Ever!!!

I have forgotten every other man in my life. Gigi who?? Superman who?? Si Channing nalang ang nabilin.. Walang kokontra! This is my final answer! No Call a Friend, no 50-50 choice. Final! 100%!!! Haaaayyy...

This is how my Desktop looks like right now:



Igat kau sila no?? And look at that biceps.. Ako unta nang bae oi.. pistot. nganong naa man ko dire pinas oi, ahak. Aww. HAHAHHAHA!!

Here's some Channing Tatum links:
http://www.moviewallpapers.net/wallpapers/stepup/1_1024.jpg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRViFfv8slg&NR
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3rd8glWbZds
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hW577JFWxwo

Ah basta. search lang mog "Channing Tatum" sa Google, Yahoo, Youtube and etc and you'll get it.

No time to think something to write in pure English.. Ang buto-buto sa akong kasing-kasing dili maapas sa paglihok sa akong utok.. nyahahaha!! Oh my God I'm going crazy.. hahahahahah.. kiata nako oi.. Haaayy.. Channing.. kung magkita ta, layatan ko gayud ikaw!! hahahaha...

Mao ra to.. Naa pa untay daghan pero murag buang naman ko paminawon.

cheers..

On prose and poetry

I was browsing a website designed by our company (PODD) titled Pinoy Poets and I came across this poem:

A Love Letter
by Dwane Arboleda

Sometimes I see shadows
where there shouldn't be.
Movement
when everything is still.
Sometimes I think
I'm going crazy
all alone.

And then I met you
and loved you.

Now I see glimmers
in the shadows,
Serenity in a
raging storm.
I still think
I'm going crazy
at least now
I'm not alone.

I love its simplicity and directness. It is a short poem but I was touched. Anyways, this post is not about that particular poem, LOL. I browsed over several of the poems and I noticed that most of the poems posted on the site were written by men. So do most of the poems I loved like Manggang Hilaw and Worms. This made me think and wonder since our perception is that women have the expressive, emotional, and sensitive nature compared to men. And poems, I think is one of the best media to convey emotion.

Then I thought, many of the best poets in history are men. Shakespeare, Robert Frost, Robert Browning, Edgar Allan Poe... I'm looking at a list right now and I'm seeing a lot of men's names. Maybe men are better at putting emotions into words. Maybe they are more creative with using them while women just throw it all out without finesse.. hehe. So with this in mind, I asked Gigi to make a poem. Let's see if it is any good.. hehe.. :)

I was searching for more poems and I found this cute one:

Scrambled

I climbed up the door and
I opened the stairs.
I said my pajamas
and buttoned my prayers.

I turned off the covers
and pulled up the light.
I’m all scrambled up since
she kissed me last night.


Awww.. how sweet. Hehe.

And I also found this poem written by Queen Elizabeth Tudor I.

ON MONSIEUR'S DEPARTURE

I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly to prate.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned.
Since from myself another self I turned.

My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.
His too familiar care doth make me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be supprest.

Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind.
Let me or float or sink, be high or low.
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die and so forget what love ere meant


Finally, here's my favorite Haiku:

Snow melts.
Suddenly, the village
is full of children.

That's all I wanna write.. :)

cheers..

Ramblings of an unfit mind

STUCK, TRAPPED, HELPLESS

Please..I can do this
God bear with me
Im holding tight to slim hope
Blindness envelops me
Surrounding, consuming, constricting

Endless line
Infinite loop
Im stuck without direction.
Sinking in a quicksand
Drowning, grasping, dying

Tired of drifting
But can't seem to move
Im sick, when will this end?
Want to run back home
Comfort, contentment, love

Finding Nemo

Judging from the comments of friends from the previous post, I think I'm better at writing sad stories.. I'd love to make one right now, but I'm not in the mood. And honestly, I dont think I can take that too much drama anyways. I guess, there's a little of Kathleen in me when it comes to matters of the heart. Too emotional and too sensitive.

Well anyways, I had a great weekend. One of the best. Patrick invited us to his joint bithday celebration with one of their kaberks. We went island hopping at Mactan Island and snorkelled at the fish sanctuary. Needless to say, I enjoyed it a lot, first one to jump in the water.

I really didn't know how to snorkel, even wore the gear upside down with Sam-sam as witness. I know.. I'm ignorant. But with little practice and practically doing gums-to-gums with the previous user of the snorkel, I managed.

There were a lot of fishes! Blue fishes and brown fishes and red fishes and striped fishes and big fishes and tiny fishes and medium fishes and other fishes. Did I mention there were a lot of fishes? There were a lot of fishes! hehehehhe..

We fed them pieces of bread and schools of them went attacking them in just minutes. It was cool and it was scary at the same time. Specially when the big ones went to the crumbs. Much like a piranha movie.

I loved swimming there. I'll bully Gigi to bring me there again. Even if it means he has to paddle, hahaha. Really, I would love to go there again. Next time, I'll come prepared. I'll bring my own snorkel so I wont have to put something in my mouth that comes from other swimmers, I'll bring sunscreen lotion so I wouldn't be as red as I am now, maybe a pair of fins for my feet would be cool.. hehe.

I want to go to the fishes.. huhuhuhuhu.. I want to find Nemo..
Charness. Hehehe.

cheers..

a letter to someone

I never wanted to keep you away from them, I was only asking for a little attention. You spend 24 hours with some and more than 10 hours with a few. What is an hour or 2 compared to that? I even encourage you to not miss any of the hangouts you do with them.

I wish this ache will disappear. I never wanted to hurt someone because I never want to be hurt, who does? And yet I am aching without compare. And hurting someone, too. I barely can take this. I can barely take a breathe without having the urge to cry. It's eating me minute by minute of my waking hours. I do not know how to sleep, if ever I could. I wish I could sleep with someone to watch over me who cares. I wish for a white senselessness.

I was never this needy. I was never this vulnerable in my entire life. I miss the comforts of my family. I miss the embrace of loved ones. I want to be with familiar faces, familiar touch and familiar scene. I dont want to keep a face, pretending I'm okay when I'm not. I want to cry on friendly shoulders.

I depended on you. And I ruined everything. Is it so bad to ask for attention when I need it? Maybe I didn't ask correctly. Maybe I was too demanding, maybe I was too stupid to just expect it. You have your life, I know. I seem to forget that.

Why does it have to hurt this way? I wish for heart to stop beating. I want to apologize. I did. But it seems you arent taking it. I understand. I will try to bear this. It's just that I don't know how.

Where did I go wrong? Where was I wrong? Was I wrong to depend on you, I'm sorry. Was I wrong to ask for something you are not willing and able to give anymore? I'm sorry. Was I wrong to give you too much and you're stifled? I'm sorry. Was I wrong to expect something I was not working to deserve? I'm sorry. Was I wrong to love you too much? I am sorry. And I am guilty.

Maybe this all for a reason. God knows my relation with Him and maybe He is giving me a lesson. Or maybe a punishment. I know I deserve one. I just don't know how to get through this. I can't see.

Maybe I am being over melodramatic. Maybe it's just my way.

I know he will never read this. But I just hope he will. But I don't care. I don't want to care.

The least I could ask is for you to accept my apology. Even just a simple "Hi". Is it too much to give to someone you used to care? Everything I wish for is your apology and a promise to TRY to be better. But if I have my way, I wish everything will be alright. But I know I can't wish that, I know you don't feel anything anymore. And I'm devastated.