12 February 2011


Speaking of love letters, I would like to post the best love letter I've ever encountered.

It is from a movie I've seen way back in '99. It is called "The Love letter". I remember watching it with my high school friends. And I also remember being the only one to like the movie.

Here's a transcript of the letter:


Do you know how much in love with you I am? Did I trip? Did I stumble - lose my balance, graze my knee, graze my heart? I know I'm in love when I see you. I know when I long to see you, I'm on fire. Not a muscle has moved. Leaves hang unruffled by any breeze. The air is still. I have fallen in love without taking a step. You are all wrong for me and I know it, but I can no longer care for my thoughts unless they are thoughts of you. When I am close to you, I feel your hair brush my cheek when it does not. I look away from you sometimes, then I look back. When I tie my shoes, when I peel an orange, when I drive my car, when I lie down each night without you, I remain, 


By the way, the movie starred Ellen Degeneres. And I had no idea back then that she'll become this big. Like Ellen big.

Anyhow, I found the movie really cute. Hope you'd have the chance to watch it. Especially as the big V is approaching.

(photo courtesy of www.palzoo.net and transcript courtesy of www.imdb.com)

10 February 2011


Do I like feeling awful?

Many months ago, I met J. J makes me smile. J takes care of me. And J is simply everything I could have ever wanted. But J isn't.

J is simple. Simple-minded. Meek. Down-to-earth. J is loving. And J is good for me. J has the qualities of a person I want to grow old with.

But I couldn't give my heart to J. Not even if I badly want to. How can I hand it to J? When I have already given it to you.


I hate to write more about this. That big lump just keeps on growing. I wish it will just go away.

Thanks for turning me into a monster.

09 February 2011


A couple of weeks ago I learned that my ex-officemate in Citi, BJ Borja, was diagnosed with leukemia. I don't know what stage he is in (are there stages in this illness?). All I know is that it is a type of cancer that has something to do with the amount of white blood cells in your body. Mrs. Tenchavez will kill me for forgetting her lessons. *grin* I am not sure but I think I remember that this illness is terminal. I hope I remember wrong. *frown*

Anyhow, I heard that he is confined currently in St. Luke's hospital, undergoing necessary chemotheraphy sessions. His weakening immune system allows no one to go near him, much less enter his room. It was that bad. Also, his medical bills are skyrocketing, way beyond his health cover.

And so with this, my ex-officemates (ex-teammates at Citi), initiated an event that would help him cover his expenses. It is a run at BGC called, I RUN FOR LIFE. I urge you all to please join the run. it will not just promote a healthy lifestyle, it will also let you help a brother in need. See poster below for details. If you are interested, please contact me at +639279747659.

02 February 2011


You should know that for more than one reason, it is obviously the month. Or maybe you have already forgotten? Read on and you might remember why I wrote that first sentence.

I am sure it is there. I feel it. The cold monsoon intensifies it even further. I am pertaining to this ugly creepy gloom lurking in my shadowy parts. You know what, sometimes it even takes over my better parts that it would at random moments make my mind flip into subconscious. It is like having lapses. Really. I'm pretty sure my recent historical timeline has micro-discontinuities in it.

Not a cheesy item. It was my roomate Jap's gift to me and my other roomate Mat since we both celebrated our birthdays last month.
You did notice the new add-on on my header, didn't you? No? Well now you do. I am putting that there hopefully only until the month ends. I am putting that there because I am beginning to lose my purpose in setting this blog up.

I have recently been pondering where this blog should be heading. I was having a hard time though as I couldn't remember why I set this blog up in the first place. I can conjure a bunch of reasons but I know that they're not exactly the right one. And then I recalled all the entries here that mattered to me the most. I noticed one common point in all of them: I was writing them to you. I may be half aware of it when I wrote them, but yeah, it doesn't matter. I was writing them to you.

I can say that I am maybe subconsciously doing this to update you of all the things that happened to me while you're gone. (Argh!) I meant, when you left.

I can say that I am doing this hopeful that I'll grow tired of you. God, it has been over a year. Talk about being pathetic, yeah? But I admit that I still want you. Sometimes I still dream of you. And what's more sad is that I feel warmth when I do. I also admit that I still believe in you. I have to say that, because no matter how hard I deny it, it is the truth. But I want all of these to be over. Soon. So, if they say that talking about it is one of the methods then I'll desperately head that way.

I can say lots of other different things but they're not necessary at this point. I have already established that starting now, this blog will be a love letter to you. Yup. February is not just everycouple's month. It also was our month. It contains our anniversary that never happened.

a product of my boredom in the office many months ago. Oh! the Bank and the shape, another allusion to the second person.. sheesh

To add insult to injury, our "employee welfare" committee in the office have started sending a daily memo with a dancing cupid in it. Yesterday it read "13". Today it has the big number twelve on it. Maybe they prepared a surprise event or something. That's a good initiative to be honest. But a Valentine countdown!! ... Really?! I mean, who does that?
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