How to…

Get to Know Someone in a Hurry

Dear readers,

            I remember hearing people, especially couples, complain that they didn’t know “him/her” as well as they should’ve. Now, I’m no expert butt I’m pretty sure it’s important to know people around you unless you don’t want anything to do with them (no, duh!). This got me to thinking. What if people didn’t have the luxury of getting know a person…I mean really get to know someone? That would take a lot of time. So how do you get to know someone if you don’t have the time to be “BFF’s”, childhood friends, and partners-in-crime? Well, here are my suggestions…

WARNING! Some suggestions maybe hazardous to your health.

#1 : I am not called the Queen of Darkness for nothing. For my first suggestion, I find it very effective when you tie someone up and put them in a life threatening situation to get to know them. Fair warning, you may find out more than you bargain for as some will tend to plead for their lives or ask for forgiveness for their sins. Nevertheless, you got to know them!

#2 : Feeling senti-mental? An old crush shows up again and you don’t know what to say (even after seven years they still get you tongue-tied)? Hmmmm…kinda hard to be mushy if you’re not sure of their status. You don’t want to go all-out then find out they’re engaged. So, if you want to get to know someone for the sake of catching up, it helps to think of old things. You can try the movie-famous antics of taking them to a familiar place with familiar music and familiar people and…OMG! Discover both of you have completely change. Scratch that, drive them around and make sure your fuel tank goes empty when you’re a considerable distance from any help. Or take a hike when you know it’s gonna rain. The best way is to find a serial killer who tries to kill both of you but you both eventually escape. That way you’ll have something in common, something you’ll talk about, something that binds you together… MISERY and FEAR!

#3 : TIE THE KNOT! This 3^rd tip is especially effective during fairs and carnivals. No, I’m not talking about the marriage booth. You know the jail booth? They have these handcuffs or ropes, you know, something to trap people in. Some even have a make-shift jail cell. Well, nothing like just you and a person (locked for a whole day ‘cause both of you don’t want to pay your bail) alone in a cell or tied together against your will to get to know one another. I mean, c’mon, what else are you going to do when your friends don’t want to help you out ‘cause the cool coaster’s line’s getting longer? The beginning of the conversation could go like this: “Don’t you just hate jail booths and back stabbing friends?”

#4 : TAKE IT SLOW. Ok, fine. This would be the most decent if not the most boring suggestion. Well, it’s boring if it’s on paper, but what happens is dependent on the people involve. Ah yes. Take it slow. First you walk up to them and say “Hi!” you’ll be surprise how many respond to this simple sentence.

And that’s about it. But honestly #1 will probably be the most effective. Just don’t expect that person to reciprocate your desire to get to know them.

Will You?

Will you still love me

If you knew all my faults

All my inconsistencies

All my incapabilities

All I believe in?

Will you still hear me

Even if I do not speak

If I refuse to speak

When I have nothing more to say?

Will you still see me

When I’m invisible

When I’m hiding

When I’m not there

When I no longer exist?

Will you still choose me

Someone who wouldn’t

Even choose herself?

Yes?

For how long then

If to me,

time does not exist?

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Thank you very much John Godfrey Saxe!..Coudn’t have said it better myself.

this is nothing extraordinary. but it’s definitely something i want to share…when you feel so down and damn wrong, what happens nxt? your slippers suddenly breaks..

that’s right folks..one day..can’t really remember haha..i went to my highschool…i got together with Sir wolf and we got to talking. he likes to walk and i don’t like to sit so we end up going in and around SM San Lazaro..there i told him what i wanted to tell him…and did not tell him what i didn’t want to tell him. I wasn’t looking for advice and he wasn’t my adviser..anyway, we decided to walk home. then, when we were just a few blocks away from my house (2-3 at most) the main pin or something that makes my slippers functional suddenly comes off..and we needed to cross this really wide street. I managed fine at crossing but i took both slippers off. sir was sorta worried and ask me if can be fixed. I shook my head saying that i would walk barefoot. i was shocked when he called me crazy and how dangerous it was to walk barefoot in that particular area ( he was right of course, i knew that for a fact. but i didn’t want to be a bother). I wasn’t really embarass since im kinda used to those awkward situations. I don’t mind it. Then sir asked if i could cross just two more times. and we managed to get to this place where there are many tricycles. He hailed one and told me to get in. i told him i will not go alone. he asked if i would like for him to come..i nodded. anyway, i got home, he paid the fare then he walked himself. i was continually apologiziong and thanking him..the end

To My Dear Readers (wow i have readers!!!):

     This entry is a little different since it does not contain creative writing that I usually post.  But it is an essay so i guess it can still be considered.

     I think I was not a year old when i had said my first word. But before we go straight to it, here is the reason why i decided to write about the first word i had ever spoken.

     Now it is a fact that most of us (my siblings and I) had said “dada” as our first word. Or so i thought, until our parents enlightened us. As it turned out, only saul and josh had said “dada”. Sophie had said “mama”. Jill had said “Ate” and I had said “ako” (me). These revelations caused alot of teasing, comparison, debate and just plain good family bonding.

    As fun as that sounds, what i really intended to write about is how our first words seem to foretell who will be (well, atleast in the family) in the future. Why? Some of you may ask. Well, here goes.

    First off, my brothers saul and josh had said “dada”. And they certainly seem like dad, in many ways. Saul, looks a lot like dad, handsome, chick-magnet, adorable, sweet, funny, meticulou, smart and athletic. But he’s also hot headed and is pretty tough. Joshua, also handsome, smart and athletic, is also pretty sensitive. But like daddy, he’s suplado and masungit and doesnt take to strangers to often. He doesnt like anyone touching his things and such. So much for the boys.

    Soph, on the other hand, said “mama”. No surprise there since she’s closest to mommy, physically. She was the only one who was breast-fed for two years completely. Like mommy, she’s also a fashionistah. Beautiful, talented, smart and a social being (for it must be confessed me and jill don’t prefer company as much as her). However, she sometimes have “proud” issues, which i’m trying to fix.

    Onwards to the not your ordinary first words. I mean seriously, mama and dada is the language quo so how did jill end up saying ate? Well, for starters, I was an only child for almost two years. then jill was born, smaller and weaker than i am. And there were only us for about 3 years. Dad had medschool, mom had allianz francais, and so jill and i wud be left mostly on our own. Not that we complained. I guess, it cause jill to be closer to me than our parents. She never spoke much and when she did she could speak in sentences already. But her first word is and always will be “ate”. I would mostly joke around with her, saying that ever since then i knew she had pledged allegiance to me and only me. For it must be said that jill is my assister (assist and sister). She would be there to make me my daily dose of coffee and/or milo. By far, she is more beautiful, more intelligent and taller…did i mention TALLER? hehe. But she has social-phobia, unless im around. Can’t imagine life without her, really.

     Now yours truly, had said “Ako” or me. Surprising as that sounds it kinda makes sense, after all. I am the eldest and kind of the mediator (parents to children, sibling to sibling). I am also the moral support. Then again, i am more or less the black sheep of the family. Haha…

     So there, our first words more or less defined who we are. I mean, i did have a theory that ever since we’re born we had already chosen a great deal about our lives, but this has been the first i’ve ever speculated about any of it. Well, who cares…i don’t! haha..cause it’s my world and you people just live in it (in my darkened world anyway).

A series of odd and annoying events

when you think it’s all over, it started once again

just when you closed the door the window starts to open

when you finally reach the  finish

only to realize you made a wrong turn

when you just entered the court

then to find it adjourned

When you wake up early so not to be late

and find it’s a holiday, according to the date

when you gave it your all

then see that a little was enough

when you waited before finally doing

that which wasn’t that tough

when things don’t work out according to plan

when the bitter world becomes like flan

sweet and sticky and not really what it is

my friend, it’s just a state of mind

whatever, whenever, whoever it is

same species may not be the same kind

And just when you thought this article has lost all cohesivness

you’ll see that it’s merely like the others, were you put to the test?

Goodbye

I enter the darkness, blind and obedient

Hoping you’d be the one to guide me through

I descended the abyss, uncertain but decided

Wishing this love was true

But alas, as fate would have it

Deep down I must’ve known

Trust is but a simple factor

But it can stand alone

And that placed next to me, it seems

More powerful and strong

For though what I say, I feel is right

When it hurts, it’s wrong

And yes truth and trust are different

And if one would only see

It doesn’t matter what I do or speak

Though true, if you don’t trust me

And now I’m back in the labyrinth

Back into my own little world

Darkness and night surround me again

Until…until…silence be heard

LOSING MY GROUND

losing my ground once more

faith, wavering in the depths of the see

I see him very clearly, does he see me?

standing in the shadows I feel the pain

as I see the moments past, the visions of then again

and in the twilight of my life

I seek shelter from the cold

and yet I found myself once more losing my ground

these hands I see in front of me

I knew they were once mine

and in the wind I feel his love,all caress divine

and so with shattered thoughts

I awaken from my sleep

only to discover that all was not a dream

and I shake, I cry for help, I sleep less and less

oh when will it stop, oh when will it end

this hell or maybe heaven (for it must be confessed

together with the uncertainty

I found complete and total rest)

it would simply not fade away

is it because I found another

or is it because of that fateful day?

I stare at nothing and I cover my blood stained hands

for I can never decide who lives this life

is it her, or me ,or them or he?

and I found myself losing my ground

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I just had this dream..hayzzz…it was of Lawrence..don’t want to go into details. i just want to document it. It was the first time i dreamt of that guy…i’ll update this soon

There was a time for the entire world when everything turned upside-down; When facts became fiction, when truths became lies and laws became theories. Some call it the "Intellectual Revolution" others the "Paradigm Shift". Some refer to it as the dawning of the new century, others call it universal awakening.

   No matter what they say, it’s just the same thing..change, i mean. They say the only thing constant in this world is change (i beg to differ but in this entry i would say fine).

   What an intro when all i want to say my mood has changed…no longer depressed, people! Well, it was nonetheless lessened (as if mawawala talaga ung depression). Hayz…that’s it..

    I just had a sudden shift myself. (period)