This is A story of a Boy

There is really something in me that sync with the sea. If for the instance that I never knew my true parents are, I would really think that Poseidon puked me out fresh from the salty water. During the conception of my mother to prepare me in coming out in this weird world, I was never associated with water or any liquid at all. But it is really interesting where I got this love of sea when in fact both my mom and dad never ever talked about if some time in their entire lives, they love the waters. Drinking water excluded of course.

When I was young and full of decaying tooth, Mr. Jerry, my father decided to bring home an aquarium made of leftover glass from a friend. The glass is so thick that sometimes you will need to use your third eye just to see through the glass even if we just cleaned it days ago. Nevertheless, the new found obsession from paps was a breath of fresh air compared to our pets: lassie the dog and Sharon the cat.

Mr. Jerry also bought a couple of fish to compliment with the little world he created on those four glass walls. You know, people have a weird tendency to name those speechless animals like a real human. He bought 4 of those gold fishes and a janitor fish, which names I already forgotten long ago. I used to stay beside the aquarium watching them doing their own businesses while wondering how on this world that God created organisms so much different from one another. And on some occasion, I would wish to be like them; no not the janitor fish that is so lazy and only spend the day eating moss and dirt, but those gold fish that are swimming carelessly. They tend not to care with the world, the only obligation they have in mind is to catch algae, plankton or whatever they can stuff on their mouth to eat. I realized, those fishes will enjoy more if they are on their natural habitats. And that is the sea.

That might be the reason why even at the young age I already fell in love with the water. From then on, I love myself being called hydrophilic. I love the sound of it. Its makes me smile, and it always makes me remember my love for the sea.


I can live without seeing any buildings for a month, but you cannot let me live for a year without letting me have a glimpse of the sea. They are the extension of my soul and the fortress of my solemnity. My sweetest escape from the harsh reality of urban living.



Credits to: toma_album

One major drawback in getting used to something is the difficulty of letting go of it in the end. The more you spend time into something, the more pain you have to gain when in time it will ask you not to hold on to it anymore. I always despite letting go, just in time when all the memories you have with that something/someone are purely bliss. And at one blink of an eye, you’re starting to move on and learning that you can’t have them permanently. Just heartrending.



Sad news broke the laughter on the floor last week. The management finally decided to let go of the employees they deemed not beneficiary to the account anymore. As a usual reaction to such input, I was first shocked and as the days goes by, I became so depress I wouldn’t want to come to the office anymore. I would ask my boss if I could only render half-day at the office and go home instead Sadly, she would not let me.



It would have been 3 years already of having the same people in the team if this decision did not push through. You know, they are the same people I sit with during trainings, had fun conversation while on lunch and the very same faces I am with during drinking sprees. But I guess life has its own momentum of saying goodbye. And as for us, it is now.



I just want you to know guys (even if you don’t know I’m blogging), it was always been a pleasure to work with some wacky employees. You are all the perfect representation of fun at work. I will always remember you guys, God bless us all to our own separate endeavors. See you all at the cross road.

When I get old, I wish to put my home near the shore with my porch facing the beach.I will sit on my chair every morning with my coffee beside me as I watch the waves gently touching the sand as if they miss each other all the time. The hopeful rays of the sun will welcome me as I feel them caressing my face with love, my heart will gently smile with the nature all around me acting in accordance to its beauty. I wish to be on that time already, while I currently stare at my computer doing my job as an agent.

Daydreaming has been my past time every time God will pity me and give me minutes of avail while waiting for another call from the people who does not even know where the power button of their device is. Sometimes, it customers are kind enough, they will take advantage of you and make you a talking manual like they doesn't even care if you are running out of saliva or not. I wish tech gadgets now a day has a warning sign at the box to inform idiots not to use them if their IQ's are below sea level.

I'm tired thinking of my future, especially now that almost what I have planned before was never achieved nor near the desired results. I always fail whenever achievements or status in life is the subject. One time during my shift, I talked to a very angry customer. He is so angry that if only I'm near to him, he might have chopped my head off without even giving me a chance to speak my opening spiel. That's so rude you know. And me, being the tried and tested irate agent of all times, wonder why I did not fight back.

He became calmed and open during rest of the call to me. Why? The reason is this. Sometimes, you don't need to be angry to fight back another angry soul. It will just heat up the conversation and eventually will end up both exhausted and toxic. There is one saying which I really do sorry about not pasting the author at the back of my mind that goes like this, "kill them with kindness". It works, but will not all the time. There are some instances that they will take advantage of this tactic.

Anyway, he asked me about my age and where I am located. We talked about his retirement and his plans after that. He told me that he wants to go to Australia, and the first thing that came into my mind is the Kangaroos. Sounds silly, but I guess it's a boring stuff to do watching the kangaroos jumping while seeing the babies pop out of their pouches. There we are, while waiting for the device to finally work out, two men on opposite poles and ages, talking about life to its fullest. He told me stories about the river, his family, the president and all the things in America which until now, I find it impossible if ever I can step into that land.

At the end of the talk, I was surprised that he gave me a farewell message. It was too special for me, thinking that he crafted those words to form a sentence and give it to me as a present. He imparted that, I am still young for the age of 24. There are so many things, opportunities and adventures that might come along the way.Just be patient, and enjoy each day because we can never turn back what were happened on that day. He told me that, sooner or later I can travel the world just like him. Not only Australia but the rest of the world.

I ended the call with a pleasant smile, though unseen but still obvious on my words and tone. Silently, I told myself..someday...someday.

I always make sure that I pamper myself from time to time whenever I have the resources. Last month was my birthday but too bad I did not have enough money to throw a party with my friends. I still have my bros and sisters who are in college that I need to cater, so I decided not to have a party anymore.

However, there are so many things I am thankful of even if the birthday boy doesn’t have any party at all. My friend Tony visited me and flew directly from Boracay all the way to Cebu just to cheer me up on my big day. He also gave me a Globe Tatoo mobile broadband as a gift which I am currently using for blogging. Thanks, thanks so much for this.

Also, as a gift to myself, I bought my first luxury fragrance which I don’t usually do. This is a complete box set of perfume from Hugo boss XY. The package comes with a shower gel and an after shave which I really really love to wear during dates and parties. He he he. The smell is even good when blended by sweat. Or is it just me? Im a long fan of Coolwater but I guess I made a right decision by shifting to Hugo for the meantime. Dont get me wrong, I still love coolwater.



I also bought myself a grey v-neck shirt from Refill. I don’t know why, maybe its because Hugo boss XY also comes with grey packaging? I love those embroidered logos on it. Sort of medals attached on it, just so good for a good boy like me. Ha ha ha. So what do you think? Simple eh?

Training officially started last monday for my new account. Not that I really love my old account, but I can't really help to differentiate between my old and new job. New people to meet and a same old brand new environment to adapt. The new account is very nosebleeding and a lot of processed to memorize.

Since the shift is already at night, I have been dealing hardly with sleepiness all the time. For the past three years here in the company, my duty is in the mid morning but had enough time to go on party at night. Now that the shift is new, then I guess I just need to accept the fact that I'm starting to live a no life already.

Great part of our body is composed of liquid. Mine? It's not really that amazing if caffeine has been my blood eversince I worked in a call center industry. For most of us here working, coffee and carbonated drinks have been our favorite drugs to keep us alive and awake.

I'm not really a coffe drinker until such time that you should drink it because you need it not because you just want it. I always tell my mom to stop drinking coffe since I read a lot of references and most of the time read about the bad connotation of drinking coffee. But my Mom would only reply, "I feel weak when I can't drink one".

Sun comes up just a few minutes. Maybe I should sleep now.

Im tired and I feel like crying. I've got lots of mixed emotions right now and I really want to puke them out of my system. Never been this sober enough, enough to feel that I am starting to feel pain. And that mean that I am still alive. Capable of hurt and bliss.

I've been drinking a lot these past few days with no apparent reasons at all. The blood that is pumping all over my body is already composed of alcohol which somehow let me escaped from the moment of torment, our at least prolonging the agony.

My life is stirring not into the proper direction but in the avenue that I never should be in the first place. I put on my mask, a beautiful mask enough to be flamboyant in this game of masquerade, which in the end I won. But in the end of the party, it is me who feels empty, drained, lonely and used.

I really feel sorry for myself now. I screwed everything and even blew up all the people around me. I really don’t know myself, as what my best friend told me before. Nothing is right for me right now, and I am asking myself if all of these were really meant to happen.

Why can’t we just love someone and stay like that forever? Why do we feel change of hearts from time to time? Why can’t someone I love can never love me in return? Why do I keep on hurting the people who love me as if I never cared for their feelings? Why do I hate myself of having this life?

I want to drink again tonight. Drown myself in the abyss of darkness where all I can feel is me. Myself and its emptiness, I want to feel my cold heart pumping. Be sorry for all the people I hurt.

I’m wishing that somewhere along my silence, there will be someone who can tell me, “Come out. Its over”.

I wanna shout to the world how b*tchy this life can be soetimes. On how lousy the people around me and how sick their lives that it made me puke.I have been too nice up to now, and I think it must be time to show how ass kicker I am.

I ran out of money, I don't know why but I am not really a pro when it comes to budgeting. My mom is, and actually a tyrant if we are talking about money and I did not even got .01 percent of her personality. I guess overspending always comes with the happy go lucky persona that I have.

I asked my used to be "best friend" via yahoo chat if he can lend me a thousand bucks to pay my long overdue credit to my office mate. I was hoping for some death threats already from her since I am already two months delayed and she might be thinking I'm running away from her. Thank goodness that never happened cos I might be in the street now covered with a bandera news paper drowned in blood.

OK. That's gore and way beyond imagining.

What pissed me off is that he told me he has the money but cannot do so since he is busy in the office. Will it hurt to go out and deposit the money for less than half an hour? I even laid all the options how he can send me the money, but still refused for the love of his office and choose to let his friend suffer. I think it must be the new definition of friendship now from my dear ol' webster. Would it be easier and less hurtful if he'd only slapped me in the face with the word NO?

I even pleaded I can wait till Sunday, and I guess he already has an ample time by the weekend for my request. But again, I received a negative reply.

Sometimes, we should learn to say no to something if we really intend to say no. Come on, whats the use of fabricating your answer when all of it will end up to refusal? I guess it is also a wake up call that, in due time you will know who your true friends are, when one of you has fallen. Some of them will turn their back on you, but their will always be someone who doesn't mind to fall too, just to see you get back on your two feet again.

Now I know.

I am really wondering how ordinary people can be sometimes so influential to us. I have been asking myself most of the time if it is luck that brought them on their pedestal or just merely their will and sacrifices for other people to notice them.

We can see a lot of stories of people that became heroes in their own ways mostly in magazines or in televisions. One common factor from most of them is their humble beginning which did not fail to amaze me. How?

I have lots of personal favorites of set of people that influenced me. There's Princess Diana, Luther King, Gandhi and Mother Theresa of India. They are only a few people out of hundred that influenced most of us and shaped humanity and strive to make the world a better place to live in. For me, they are the emblem of beauty, knowledge, faith, love and peace.

Another person who is starting to influence me a lot is the current President of the USA. President Barrack Obama who is the first black American president in the history of the state. His story is a living example that someday, change is there in a least unexpected way even if some of us thinks it is impossible to happen. He gave us hope that all of the people should be equal and should have the rights as what is written in law and in the Bible.

There are still more things we are expecting to happen in this world. By whatever it means, I hope it is a positive change. All we need is change.

I got this poem from Ricardo F. Lo (Philstar News Service, www.philstar.com) who posted this poem in Yahoo Philippines. The poem is so good, I even wondered If I have done those things. The poem was made by a boy dying in cancer in New York.

Slow Dance

Have you ever watched kids

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down,

Don’t dance too fast.

Time is short,

The music won’t last.

Do you run through each day

Or do you fly?

When you ask, “How are you?”

Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done

Do you lie in your bed

With the next hundred chores

Running through your head?

You’d better slow down,

Don’t dance too fast.

Time is short,

The music won’t last.

Ever told your child,

“We’ll do it tomorrow?”

And in your haste,

Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch

Let a good friendship die

‘Cause you never had time

To call and say, “Hi?”

You’d better show down,

Don’t dance too fast.

Time is short,

The music won’t last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere

You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through

your day,

It is like an unopened gift...

Thrown away.

Life is not a race,

Do take it slower.

Hear the music

Before the song is over.

I am sick. This very hot weather and the air condition in the office makes my lungs weak. This just started yesterday when I woke up having a very bad head. Feels like tens of workers are drilling my head. I don't like the feeling of having flu this summer. I hate it, plus the fact that I need to go to the office still. Feels like a suicide to me.

Good thing is that I already joined my friends for summer outing just last week before this flu attacked me. I can't afford to say at home with the thermometer at my mouth while those bitches are enjoying the sea and pool. It's really unfair when I have been a very good boy all this month.

What's so devastating today is there's no nurse nor available meds at the office. Where the hell are they? Imagine, I need to buy remedies for my nose out of my pocket because there's no nurse on duty and the guard on duty don't know where the meds are. What I really want to express here is that there should always be a nurse on duty even if it's holiday. What if some of the workers here got accident and needs some first aid? Who will we call? Saints?

Geh, I feel my head pulsating. Need to sleep early now. Oh oh oh! Wait, I wanted to join a summer dance workshop this summer. Anybody here who knows some information about that here in Cebu?

Notes: Thanks tistelblomst of photobucket for the pix

Why is is that sometimes we need to decide on things even if there are no choices available for us to choose? Why is it that sometimes, we need to do decisions against our will and in the end, face regrets for the outcome of it?

Decisions have been part of our lives since the day we decided to tell our parents we can do things we wanted to do. To tie or shoelaces, to eat Gerber or not or to go to school alone.Decisions on when to let go or when to hold on.

Growing up means taking responsibilities to one self and acting on decisions we are planning to make. We no longer rely on things or reasons from other people, and sometimes the things that we choose are not the result of what we are wishing for. Not all decisions are bound for success, but most of the time, learning comes after our decisions got failed.

My teacher in elementary always tell us to grow up and be mature in everything that we do. That of course include the responsibility of owning up decisions and facing them with dignity. But what did our teacher fail to tell us is that mistakes were part of our lives and it is OK to commit mistakes as long as we are learning out of it.

I don't know. There are things I wanted them to go back and relationships I want to rekindle. But some things should be left as what they are now. I have made my decision and there's no turning back. I have no regrets, but only lessons from the past that I will carry on for the future.

I just ended a three year long relationship with my girlfriend last night. I just don't want to pretend I'm OK for too long when in fact I am not happy anymore. It's kinda sad for me to do it. but I don't have a choice. It will be us who will suffer someday knowing that I'm running out of love and just keeping it in the silence. I don't want regrets, I don't want "if's" in the future, and I don't wanna lie to someone.

I really appreciate the effort that my girlfriend exerted towards the relationship just to make it work. I know I can never find a girl like her that loves me so much. She loves for who I am, for what she sees in her eyes and for accepting me as a man and the imperfections in me.

I don't know why but I think I am not really ready yet to commit my self wholly to someone as of this moment. I have so many plans in my life that I need to achieve yet and somehow, sadly to say, I prefer to be single now. I love the freedom that I am giving to myself and the guilt free things that I am doing without thinking that someone is hurting because of what I am doing.

I have learned to let her go from the moment I told her the word goodbye. I am hoping she can also do that. I don't want her to be sad and I don't want her to cry for me because this relationship is not wasted. I am still happy to be her friend. I am still hoping we can find happiness amidst finding our own comfort niche in this world.

I'm letting her go.

My office mates knows me well by how i dress up myself. Sometimes, people will judge you on how you look physically and how you carry yourself in the public. That's why I really make sure everyday that I don't look bad when I step out of my door.

I have lots of clothes in my closet. I am a self confessed clothes addict back then. Dressing up myself is one way of expressing myself to the public that's why I always buy clothes if I have time every payday to add to my collection.

I received an email about this new guy called George McCracken. And boy! I just love his creations. they are something you want to wear everyday.



Damn. Would love to get that look! Nao.

I was inspired by the book of Randy Pausch entitled “The Last Lecture” to write my own, let’s say small speech to the imaginary public. Though I haven’t read the book yet, there are lots of excerpt taken from the book in various websites for reference. The book somehow tells us about his famous speech while battling cancer and expecting his days to end soon because of his illness.

Once in a blue moon lang ako nag popost ng serious posts. So I might give it a shot ngayun. Maganda kasi ang idea. So here I go….

Once in my life, I became a teacher, a tutor and a mentor to souls I never had direct relations with. People or I might say students that imparted a small amount of their lives, entrusting them to me for a short period of time. But that shortness of time can never equal the amount of memories that I will carry through my days as I meet new people to play and be part in my circle of life.

I was never a perfect teacher for my students nor a perfect son for my dad. I live my life thinking if what would Ill be now if my dad only stayed longer to see his son grow up. Maybe a doctor? A priest? A policeman? Or just a simple boy living in a happy home. But mom, as always been the positive energy giver in our home told me that everything has its own reasons why it happened. Sooner or later, even though how bad that thing is, time will soon place all things into its proper places in its own proper time. Then that’s the time I will understand how the hand of God works.

It was never easy to grow up knowing that a part of you is totally missing forever. It’s like having a home with no roof at all. Up until now, I never attended a family day at school since my father passed away. But I never felt bitterness in my life because I never given a chance to experience proudly introducing my dad to my classmates and tell them how cool my dad is. Not bitterness, but I guess its being envy that is slowly killing my heart. But I never let it got into me, I faced my life with no regrets and be happy for what I have and what I don’t have. That’s what my life is. Acceptance.

The feeling of loneliness never stopped me in doing what I need to do. Life must go on, and I need to move on. I never let myself stopped for a moment and let it stagnant because I know it is myself that I’ll be hurting in the end. I still remember that after dad bid his last breath, it was only once I wasted my tears for that young goodbye and untimely death. From the moment I burst into painful tears, I told myself that it is not a cry of grieving but more of a cry of winning the remaining fights in my life.

How will you feel standing at the stage, receiving your medal and awards with no parents beside you unlike the rest of recipients standing with you at the center, showing their smiles as camera flashes to immortalize the moment? I wished I was never there.

I never thought of being a rebel to my mom since I know she also has her work to be done. I keep on feeding my conscience that it is selfish to demand something to my mom just because I don’t want people to feel that I’m lacking a part of myself. That I want them to know I’m perfectly fine and happy amidst those medals and certificates that I have been receiving each year. Never in my whole life had I told my mom about this. And I guess she will never will. Life is too short to dwell and focus on life shortcomings. But nevertheless, I know mom is proud of his boy. Even though she never saw me walking up in that stage.

I always tell to my students that there is more to learn in life than learning life thru a book. I don’t know, but for me the best teacher would be the experience it self. You will never know how the apple really tastes by just reading how people describe it. You need to taste it by yourself savoring its sweetness inch by inch. How will you know love if you are only reading how Romeo loved Juliet? How will you know the pain of failing? Only by failing itself.

Truly, what really I am today is the product of what I am in the past. Though dad was never there to teach me how to tie my shoe, he never saw me celebrating my youth, how I attended my first ever prom, and how his son became popular at school still the reason why I am here, to the place I ever wanted to be is because of him. It was never because of me why I triumphed in my life, but because of the will my dad told me before he finally climbed to his deathbed. I need to finish school, no matter what since that is the only treasure he can give to me. And gladly I did.

Then how being a teacher and life related to each other? It is because life is our teacher, and we, being the learners should be also the teachers to others sharing the knowledge of what life has given us. I was never been a perfect teacher I told myself here for a second time. But the tears, hugs and smiles from my students when I left them is enough to tell them that I have embarked small lessons in life in them. That I was an effective mentor to them as well as how they teach me that youth is not something you can measure by age, but on how you view yourself.

Before I end this post, I would like to share a reflection that I have read this morning from my book:

There is rawness and a wonder to life. Pursue it. Hunt for it. Sell out to get it. Don’t listen to the whines of those who have settled for a second rate life and want you to do the same so they won’t feel guilty. Your goal is not to live long; it’s to live.

Jesus says the options are clear. On one side there is the voice of safety. You can build a fire in the hearth, stay inside, and stay warm and dry safe.

Or you can hear the voice of adventure,- God’s adventure. Instead of building a fire in your hearth, build a fire in your heart. Follow God’s impulses. Adopt the child. Move overseas. Teach the class. Change careers. Run for office. Make a difference. Sure it isn’t safe, but what it is?

-He still moves stone

I really don't know but there is a hopeless romantic guy just sleeping within me. People might never noticed it, since I really not into actions, including my Princess. I really find it too mushy for that stuffs that is why I never have the guts to show it too much through my actions. But indeed, I am a self proclaimed hopeless romeo.

Last night, I decided to buy a DVD for myself instead of going out to have some booze with my friends. Its new year and I don't want to start the year being wasted. So i tried to be a good boy and locked myself in my room the whole night with the help of the DVD's that I bought.

I am bit choosy when it comes to buying things, most especially DVD's since it is not only for killing time but for my collection as well. After an hour of choosing and scanning the DVDs that are lined up in a cool organized way, I decided to buy two of it: Tristan and Isolde and Monster Inc.

Well, honestly I have tried to watch Tristan and Isolde before when I was still in my dear hometown way back circa 2006, but unfortunately due to a bad copy since it is pirated, I ended up frustrated by not finishing the movie since it is acting crazy. Imagine the movie jumping from one scene to another, freezing up for minutes and the going back to step one. Result: phucking cd!

I never thought the movie can be more beautiful than Romeo and Juliet, which I didn't find soo good so I end up ejecting it out from the player during the first part. It moved me, though you might say to my face that it is another tragic love story. And it opened my eyes to view the different side of being in love.

There's a scene in the movie that breaks my heart after hearing it. It was when Isolde wed King Marke and after the ceremony, Isolde passed Tristan and said these words:

Isolde: If things were different, if we lived in a place without duty, would you be with me?
Tristan: That place does not exist.
Isolde: [sobs] I'll pretend it's you.

Rejection is part of our lives, and whether we like it or not, it hurts us a lot. What can hurt as more is when the one who promised us beautiful things is the one who will reject us in the end. Life's been like that before my Princess came into my life. And I have learned a lot from it.

There are things more than life. Not death, but love. Love is a powerful thing than can change our lives from just a moment of savoring it.Love creates no boundaries, it always looks beyond on what seemed to be limited with our own eyes. Love is a process of owning someone, but also having the courage to let them go in the end.

We cant have all forever, all good things must come to an end. When that time comes we all must be ready to let go. Letting go is painful, but it is always the consequence of loving someone. I may never know how long I can have my Princess, but one thing for sure, I will love her till my last breath.

Too bad, the ending is tragic.

Indeed, before Romeo and Juliet, there's Tristan and Isolde.