Blog of the Month - Showbiz Predictions 2009

Kong Hei Fat Choi!

It's the year of the Ox and I've just learned from a Feung Shui expert in one of the Toastmaster meetings that I've attended that I will be lucky this year. Perhaps I just need to wait a little longer for me to get a better job.

Anyway, let me set this straight that this topic is totally not my idea. Ha ha! And I don't possess a single Watt of psychic power in my blood. This is just for fun so don't take me seriously.

• Another young actress will get impregnated due to premarital sex.
  
• Another actor will pass away.
  
• Marian Rivera and Dingdong Dantes will finally admit their relationship.
  
• Vicki Belo and Hayden Kho will be back in each others arms. Then they'll split. And get back together again. And the cycle goes round and round. Hayden will realize that his narcissism needs him to be worshiped by girls, old women and gay guys, thus, he will re-enter showbiz.
  
• Kapuso stars will jump over the fence and be a Kapamilya and the other way around. It's a career move.
  
• GMA and ABS-CBN's claim to be the number one network will still continue.
  
• Oh my God! Another sequel of Shake Rattle and Roll.
  
• Another non-singer will release his album.
  
• One more dance album.
  
• Lutuan issues on awards nights.
  
• Couples will get married. Married ones will separate.

Blog of the Month - Survivor

Outwit. Outplay. Outlast.

After seeing several episodes of Survivor Philippines, I've realized that this reality show is not for me. Being very picky with everything, introverted, candid, outspoken and hard to please, I know my tribemates would immediately connive to have me ousted on the very first elimination. I don't think I could survive moving my bowel on a hole that I need to dig. That makes me different from cats. Sure I love the beach but I don't think I am capable of those physical challenges that await me (but then that's what I also thought before joining that rigid two-month CAT officership training but passed). So there. Patani has already gotten her much-awaited "exfosure" and I'm still here in front of the TV criticizing every teledrama I'm watching.

At this time where I'm being drowned with debts, and debts and debts and still haunted by guilt that I would be the reason for my sister's imprisonment, I have second thoughts of writing this blog. But since I have to start looking at a glass half full, I need to see the brighter perspective of everything. I have work, I am still breathing, I am healthy, I have somewhere to live in, I have family and friends who I think love me, and I know how to speak and write in English.

I am a survivor because the fact itself that I still exist right now is already a proof that I have survived from all the challenges death has threatened me. Enriqueta's so heavily-guarded egg cell was still penetrated by Eduardo Jr.'s sperm cell. During the first trimester of her pregnancy, she has tried to abort me, but still, she was able to born me - healthy and well. I've almost had a lockjaw, been almost drowned several times, had so many injuries, and got bumped by a speeding vehicle which led me unconscious for three days, but still I'm alive. Whoa! So I'm already living my nth life where n is approaching positive infinity.

I am a survivor because I was able to stand from my fall. I was kicked out of my the College of Engineering of my university because of so many flunked subjects. Bearing that very bad feeling, I transferred to a mediocre school and able to graduate on time. Among the 12 graduates of ECE from that school, I was the only one who passed the board exam. And one graduate from the university that kicked me out failed.

I am a survivor because I know that I am guided by special forces Science can't explain. Foremost, though I know that I'm a very very very bad person, God still directs me to the right path. I know that my father also guides me. As what my Mom said, "Hilabtunon ang Ginoo" (God meddles and interferes in a not so nice way).

And then again, I am a survivor because I can. Because surviving is a decision.

Blog of the Month - Anniversary Issue - Why Blog?

Why blog? Let me count the reasons.

I blog because the world is full of solid wastes and writing in a diary contributes to it. Because my penmanship in cursive is not as neat and great as it was in my school years and reading my entry in a hardcopy irritates me more and makes me hear my mom behind me criticizing my handwriting.

I blog because I am narcissistic and I love it when people read my entries and appreciate my work even though some of them are just pulling my leg. In this world of papparazzis and undercover agents, I don't believe in secrecy and confidentiality anymore because sooner or later, my secrets would ultimately be revealed so I might, as well, reveal them myself.

I blog because I'd rather write than blow my head with a piece of gun whenever I'm mad at the world.

I blog because I'd rather give people the choice - to visit my blog or not and have them read about what I think about them and the world rather than hurt them by saying to their face how they suck. But sometimes, I couldn't really help but say it.

I blog because blogging is in and I must embrace this trend before it goes passe.

I blog because I have a lot of things in my mind that I want to write - not really to share but to express them.

Most of all, I blog because I can.

Blag ng Buwan - Ako ay Pilipino

Ako ay... Pilipino. Sa pagkakaalam ko, ako ay Pilipino, ayon sa nakasulat sa katibayan ng aking kapanganakan. Pilipino ang aking mga magulang kaya ako ay purong Pilipino.

Ngunit ako nga ba ay isang Pilipino? Mahal ko ba ang bansa ko'ng sinilangan? Mahal ko ba ang aki'ng mga kababayan at ang produkto na kanilang ginawa? Ipinagmamalaki ko ba ang aking lahi?

HINDI.

Unang-una, ang ating lahi ay wala'ng sariling pangalan, wala'ng sariling kultura. Dahil sa ating anyo, hindi natin masasabi'ng tayo ay Asyano. Madalas na napagkakamalan tayo'ng mga Latino ngunit hindi naman ganun ang hitsura natin. Noong nagsimula na ang sibilisasyon, kung kailan ang mga bansang Griyego, Roma at Tsina ay mga mauunlad na mga bansa na, kung saan ang kanilang kultura ay matatag na, tayo ay hindi pa alam kung ano ang nangyari sa bansa natin.

Kung may kultura man tayo, ito ay ang kultura ng pagiging utak-talangka, pagkakawatak-watak, kawalan ng disiplina sa sarili, pagsuway sa mga batas, at pagiging huli sa napagkasundua'ng oras. Oo na. Tayo naman ay kilala sa ati'ng pagiging magalang na kahit mali ang mga nakatatanda ay sinusunod pa rin natin, sa ating pagkamaaliwalas sa pagtanggap ng mga panauhin sa punto'ng mangungutang na lamang para may maipakain sa ating bisita, ang ating pagkakabuklod bilang isang pamilya na kahit walang makain ay hindi aalis sa probinsiya at pumunta sa ibang lugar kung saan may naghihintay na trabaho, at higit sa lahat ang ating pagkamaka-Diyos na kahit wala nang ipambuhuhay ay anak pa rin nang anak dahil ang isang pirasong kondom ay isang kagamitan ni Satanas.

Panay ang pagsaway natin sa ibang mga bansa dahil sa kanilang pagmamata sa mga hindi nila kalahi. Mas mabuti na iyon dahil pinapakita lang nila ang kanilang pagiging makabayan samantalang tayo, mas binibigyan natin ng halaga ang mga dayuhan na parang sinasamba na natin sila at hindi binibigyan ng kahalagahan ang ating mga kababayan.

Sinikap kong tangkilikin ang ating mga sariling produkto ngunit hindi pa rin ganoon kagaling ang mga kalidad nito. Sinikap kong mahalin ang bansa ko ngunit hindi ko natikman ang pagmamahal na dapat kong matikman mula sa kanya. Ang kawalan ng magandang trabaho, ng magandang oportunidad upang magamit ko ang aking napag-aralan, ang kakulangan sa mga oportunidad para mga interes ng mga tao, ang kabulukan ng ating sistema at ng ating pamahalaan, ang kapangitan ng ating kapaligiran - ang mga ito ang nagtulak sa akin upang hindi ko maipagmamalaki ang aking pagka-Pilipino.

Sabihin man nila'ng ako ay isang Doña Victorina sa kasalukuyan, wala na silang magagawa. Oo na't lahi nina Lapulapu at Dagohoy ang nananalaytay sa mga ugat ko, oo na't Pilipino ang nakatatak sa noo ko, kung may pagkakataon man ako na baguhin ito, gagawin ko sapagkat ayoko nang maging Pilipino.

P.S.
Char lang ito.

Blog of the Month - Answers

• If you could turn back time what would you change?
  Perhaps being more pushy when it comes to choosing my desired school. I shouldn't have that sore feeling everytime I pass by UP Diliman.
  
  
• If you could go back and relive history, what part of history would you want to live in?
  The Renaissance. I think my romanticism and cynism would fit well in that era. Though I believe, like Shakespeare and other artists, I would also be unappreciated but then I love to speak in Old English. How shallow. Ha ha!
  
  
• If you are a magical/mythological creature, what would you be? Why?
  Dragon so that I could breathe fire to all people that I want off my sight.
  
  
• Why do you like a particular Roman or Greek God?
  Zeus because he's the God of Gods and therefore in control of everything.
  
  
• Why do older people always say enjoy your youth, especially your singlehood?
  Maybe because they've made use of their youth and singlehood to the fullest or they never tasted a bit of it at all.
  
  
• Do you really HAVE to be IN love to get married (not due to other extenuating circumstances)?
  Yes. I'm an idealist and marriage is a realism of a couple's love for each other, to have that love develop to a higher level and raise a family.
  
  
• What would you want to solve...epidemic, oil spill, or prostitution? Why?
  Oil spill because it's only something that concerns the environment. The environment is more important to me because it is something that the future generation will use. Our marine ecosystem needs to be protected and properly taken care of because it's one of the primary sources of livelihood in our country.
  
  
• What of the five senses are you willing to give up? Why?
  My sight so that I could stop criticizing people's appearance and appreciate them beyong their superficial beauty but hopefully it won't be for good.
  
  
• If you have only one of the five senses left what would you chose? Why?
  That's really a difficult choice to make but being sick two weeks ago made me realize that my sense of taste is something that's most important to me and is something that I couldn't afford to lose. I don't think I could survive without eating the normal amount of food I usually take because everything I ingest tastes the same - nothing.
  
  
• Who would you rather be with? The one you love or the one who loves you? Why?
  The one I love because men, in nature, are emotionally weak and rigid. Women are emotionally rescilient and learn to love the one they don't after some time of feeling that they are loved, needed and treated well. Men are stone-hearted that they always go for the one they love rather than the one who loves them.
  

Blog of the Month - My Ideal Wedding

It's the love month. With the least number of days among any other month, it goes with the false generalization that people who are born in this month are somewhat lunatic. Hypothetically, I think February is chosen to be the love month all because people go crazy when they underestimate and misinterpret the power of love.

But since I am compelled to talk about the positivity of love, I'd better work on the best adjectives and widest imagination that I could muster in order for this entry to work out right.


THE BRIDE

Since this blog is all about ideals, I'll be talking all about MY ideals.

I'm imagining my bride to be beautiful - her nosebridge high enough to be identified as a nose but not too big that her nose would be her face; her eyes deep-set, it won't matter if they're almond-shaped or chinky as long as they're pleasing, long lashes, I won't mind if they're just brown; her lips red that they won't need much lipstick; I don't care much about her complexion as long as her skin is smooth, especially her face; her face should be contoured, jaw bones, if possible, should be prominent. I don't want to see a very round face; her hair long, and shiny, not necessarily straight but not curly; her fingernails not long nor polished; her fingers slim and long; her teeth well-aligned; She should be slim because I don't want to look slimmer than her; I don't care if I'll be shorter than her, because after all, I am Tom Cruise. Ha ha!

I need her to be understanding, patient, strong-willed and independent-minded. I don't want her to be so dependent on me because I hate girls who are like that - the hatid-sundo, the type who couldn't do anything without the help of a guy - because my mother and sisters are never like that. I'd like her to be slightly obsessive compulsive so that I would be reminded in putting things in the right place, including my finances. I'd prefer her to be my financial adviser and analyst. Most of all, I need her to be smart and proactive, the type who could see the positivity in every darkness that we could encounter, the one who could neutralize the negativity in my system.

Of course, she has to have talent in music - maybe she could play an instrument or that she has a nice voice maybe. I'd like her to be low to medium maintenance but knows what's fashionable from not.


MOTIF

I love blue but since this is a celebration of love and purity, I'd prefer the motif to be red - bloody red - to make it more elegant and also white. The theme could either be contemporary or 1950's, where a cadillac would be rented, the video and photos, the songs and the decorations are all set in the 50's era. People should abide with the motif, else, they won't be allowed to enter the reception area. I'll have somebody, my friends for sure, assigned to take charge if their attires could pass my standards or not.

The entourage, especially the bridesmaids and maid of honor should not be in uniform. While it is courteous for these ladies to make the bride as the most beautiful spot, it is also their right to be pretty by wearing the dress that would suit them best. I don't want to see any of the ninangs wearing that overused "ninang dress" in off-white kimona and cheaply-beaded skirt made of satin. I want them to be wearing bloody red and/or white.

While the girls are in their gowns, men should be in black coat and red tie. I've had enough of the barong since I was in preschool and I think I could add some volume on my body if I'll be wearing this not nationalistic attire.


INVITATION

I don't have any idea yet but I want it to be simple but classic. Maybe a little ribbon or any accessory would do. I don't want to much embelishment. With the help of my artistic friends, I could create a good one without hiring somebody to print it for us.

The primary sponsors should not be more than ten. I don't want any politician nor celebrity who doesn't even know the two of us. Guests are limited to 50 only. Aside from the obvious austerity measure, I want it to be intimate and I only want to share this very special event of my life to people who are dear to both my wife and I.


VENUE

It should be a church wedding. The aisle should be long for everybody to take the chance of walking long enough before reaching the altar while some worthy-to-be-called singer is singing our special song as the bride walks down the aisle. If I could have the confidence, and enough vocal coaching, maybe I could do the singing as I watch her walking with her dad. That'll be romantic I think.

I'd like the reception to be held in a not-so-expensive but still elegant hotel hall or restaurant where everybody could be whacky while still maintaining the formality and elegance of the occasion. I'd like the serving of food the Russian way so that everybody could have a fair share of his food.

I'd assign my friends to take charge of the program. I don't want it to be just the typical program with the cake-cutting, wine-drinking, dove-releasing, money dance, etc. It has to be more than that. After all, it's a party. Maybe a little surprise to my wife would add color to it. Some performances, slideshows, funfare. He he.


MISCELLANEOUS STUFF

I couldn't picture out yet how the cake would look like and how the souvenir items would be. Those are very easy to find.


THE HONEYMOON

Since this is ideal, that means that we are still pure. Let me just emphasize that I don't demand for a virgin partner. We also commit mistakes in the past. What's important is we have asked the Holy Spirit to grant us the spiritual virginity and that we have already repented for those mistakes and He would redeem us.

I'd like the honeymoon to be at the beach. Camiguin would do. If somebody generous could give us a ticket to Seychelles, that would be very much better. But I'm already contented with Boracay. I just don't know if my wife would be. We both should be contented.

But then again, it is supposed to be honeymoon. A weeklong stay in one cozy room is already enough to spend it.

See also:

Joanna's Blog of the Month

Janice's Blog of the Month

Blog of the Month - How Can I Make Butuan a Better Place to Live in?

Boasting its claim "In the beginning, there was no Philippines but there was Butuan," our city is said to have existed long before other famous places in this country emerged.

At present, where is Butuan? Geographically, it still exists. Economically, it is in limbo.

Though I don't possess any drop of Butuanon blood, I still love the city where I was born, grew up and got a degree and I want it to improve. That love made me come up to write this entry.

To begin with, Butuan is a nice place to live in. That is why we used the word "better" to stress out that it's already a good place - not so polluted, simple, quiet, smooth traffic, food aren't expensive, peaceful. It's too peaceful that the city becomes dead at 8 p.m. when Gaisano Mall is already closed. I want it to be better because there will be no other place where I could imagine myself retiring and raise a family except Butuan City.

In "The Art of War," the success and defeat of a team depends on who leads it and it's a fact that we are losing. The economy hasn't improved. Yes, there are some establishments that have arrived, bridges and highways were constructed, the city hall looks new, but those are worthless to be boasted on. They are not enough. I believe that this city could be a lot better if people would be wise enough in choosing its leader. But since the Plaza's are dominating this place and I don't think they have plans on stopping from doing so, it is better to invite a triggerman to gundown all, as in all of them so that their regime will be put to stop, for good. This step is far more humane and realistic than singling out some people who keep on voting for them and let them choke to death in the gas chamber. At least, in this way, we could lose a race of crocodile-pig who constantly gain weight from the Butuanon's hard-earned money.

Secondly, the Local Government Unit should take the tax system of the city into consideration. For how many years, the biggest investor that penetrated so far is only Gaisano. Pepsi plant has closed, Coca-Cola has backed out, Lim Ket Kai and SM have been put to hold and are heard to totally back out. How many millions have we lost because of it? How many citizens lost their jobs and how many more could have been employed if some other establishments were opened? Butuan has a very vast area of unused soil and with the kind of climate that city has and the quality of its soil, I think having some buildings built in it could be the best thing to be done instead of making them as agricultural land.

It is good to observe that the squatters along the Agusan River have already been relocated. At least, those eye sores have already been gone. What needs to be done here is to make some recreational parks along the river bank and make it look like Roxas Boulevard. If I would be rich enough, I would put up a restaurant at the Freedom Park.

Lea Salonga said in her recent blog that an airport gives the first impression of a place. Sadly for Butuan, it gives a very terrible first impression of the city. Once the plane sets its wheel, people have the feeling that the runway isn't concrete at all. Quoting the "Philippine Dragonfly:"

plane at Bancasi Airport in Butuan was the roughest Tutubi has had possibly due to the short runway of the airport. The plane felt like it slammed on the runway as if it skidded before taxying to the terminal.

I thought it's already improved after it closed for almost a month due to its rehabilitation. What happened? Maybe it needs to be rehabilitated again, and this time, make sure that the amount budgeted for its improvement would surely go to the project itself and not to somebody else's dining table.

Fifth, I strongly suggest a weeklong seminar and workshop on proper customer service to all employees of government and private companies in the city. They really don't know how to value and treat the primary reason of their existence as employees of their offices - the customers. I've had several bad experiences with them since childhood and I don't want the next generation to experience the same things that I've had with them. The last time I've had was with that city hall employee who kept on reprimanding and shouting at the people who were processing their business license. I've told her to read the credo written on their office wall and reminded her that they are not giving us a favor, instead, we are the reasons why their families are still being fed until now.

Lastly, I really think that Butuan could be a lot better if the laws have to be strictly enforced. What happened to the anti-littering and anti-smoking (in public vehicles) policies? If Puerto Princesa and Davao Cities were able to do it, why can't we? I could remember a symposium we've had in high school when then City Councilor Angie Calo said that it's difficult to impose our laws because there are only a few policemen. What a great alibi! Then why do they keep on making laws if that's the case?

As the slogan of the city aptly says, "Historic Butuan: Ato Kini, Kadyawon 'Ta (This is Ours, Let's Treat it Well)," let's better take good care of it. Aside from its historical claims, we don't have anything more to boast - no good tourist spot, no gimmick places, no other else except a city hall (that I don't even understand why we have to take the elevator to go to the basement) and a new bridge that looks like the Golden Gate. I hope that Butuan could grow and develop itself into something more than a prehistoric place, make it a better place to live in by me and my future family.

See also:

Joanna's Blog of the month

Janice's Blog of the Month

Blog of the Month - Why I Hate PBB

Isn't it obvious? I am not a kapamilyucks. Recalling my entry last year, criticizing all those so-called celebrities, I thought I delivered my piece. It's not enough. I really don't watch it because other than the fact that it's not entertaining, it doesn't give me helpful things to learn, it's a waste of time, and yes, I don't know these celebrities, although, I must admit, this batch is better than last year's. By the way, this blog of the month is never my idea, but Janice's. I'm just writing this as an obligation (devil's laugh).

Why do I hate PBB? Let me count the reasons.

First, it is fake. Regardless if it is scripted or not, the fact that these challengers stay in this heavily-guarded house is already far from being normal. Since this is a battle of votes, of how many more will like you or not, one serious housemate should have a gameplan on how to win - faking - being a goody-goody, religiously doing the tasks, looking like the one being oppressed to the point of dehydrating oneself from an ocean of tears, just to get the people's votes. Even I could appear nice, abused and responsible, when in fact, I am never one. Even if one is a notorious girl-beater, he could still get people's sympathy by saying that he's the one being left or what. I'm not mentioning names, just symbols.

Second, this is state where a capitalist is extorting the population that is supposed to be living within and below the poverty line. This whole damn country is undeniably living in inconsistencies. We see people in the streets protesting and accusing the government for not helping them out in improving their lives, monetary-wise, but here they are, wasting several 15 pesos to save their bets from being evicted from the house. How much does a text winner receive? 1 Million? Thousands of pesos? How much does the network get?

Third, these so-called celebrities are almost and are already career-less and joining this stupid contest is a way of reviving their sinking state. Megan Young. I know she's pretty, she's talented, she's tall and she was my bet when she was still in Starstruck but her bitchiness and immaturity led her to her loss. Ethel Booba. She's funny, fine. But she's nothing but a floating plastic who put her popularity aside and opted to cuddle, catfight and be scandalous with her boylets. Baron Geisler. Another talent put to waste. From being a child actor, to a matinee idol, to a Hollywood Dream contender, to a notorious drunkard, to a housemate. Then there's this noisy Mariel Rodriguez who opens her mouth wide before uttering a single word. Some models like Will, Gaby and Victor (whose lips look like the mouth of a catfish) try their luck. Obviously, they want exposure. Hopefully, they'll succeed. So far, nobody from last year's celebrity edition batch became more popular. It's either they maintained their stature of being an endangered species or they became extinct.

Fourth, Kuya is nothing but a corny gay man who has a dark childhood. He must have been beaten badly when he was a kid. Or his father, or mother, or the entire family must have dominated over him that he didn't have any choice but to follow them. Unfortunately, he's not pure-hearted like Cinderella that even the mice and a fairy Godmother chose to get rid of him. Now that he's older, and has acquired a bit of power, he's taking revenge.

Fifth, the challenges are corny. Their slogan says "Ang drama ng totoong buhay" but the challenges are not realistic and never funny. While The Sweet Life was on break the other day, I was switching channels and saw these two silly people acting as Saint Michael and Lucifer on the roof. What the? I could remember several months before that some housemates were praying using a giant rosary on a Good Friday. If they really respect other people's beliefs, they shouldn't have done that.

Sixth and most importantly, I hate PBB because I have a brain, I've got good taste and I know that there are still other things that I could do in this world than watch that senseless program.

Janice's blog of the month

Blog of the Month - Top Five Friends One Should Have

Friends may come and friends may go
But true friends never go
They'll never leave you
True friends never go because they love you

REFRAIN:
You're the kind of friend
Who's always hard to find
Very good at listening, warm and kind

RAP:
I'm the kind of guy who needs someone like you
To share my happy moments
To cheer me when I'm blue
We're the kind of friends who could never break apart
Because our friendship is the kind that warms the heart

CHORUS:
What are friends for?
For better or for worse
It will last forever, it'll never end

RAP:
A true friend is understanding, truthful
And never jealous to his friend
So good, so natural and the best among the rest

Friends may come and friends may go
But true friends never go
They'll never leave you
True friends never go because they love you

Repeat refrain and chorus

I'm reminded of this song we've performed in high school where its [shallow] lyrics are written by no less than yours truly. At that time when I wrote it, I didn't have any [true] friends I really considered. I already met them at that time but you know, the commitment wasn't still there. I just treated them as special classmates I got to bond with more often than the ordinary ones. But "in partial fulfillment of the requirements in English II," I had to extract my thoughts to come up with this song. As for its theme, I don't have to state the obvious.

This should have been written in the early part of this month. Janice thought of this entry even before my birthday. It's just too difficult to categorize them because to begin with, my heart, and not only my will, chose my friends, and God helped me light my way.

This gives me a lot of pressure. Honest. In no particular order, these are Eduardo's top picks. (Jan, I hope the blog of the month for November wouldn't be a list of things anymore. Ha ha ha.)

• Spoilers
  
  They're the type who go with whatever stupidity and madness I have in mind - some harmless trips I do, like entering a bank for no reason at all except following their request to "Please come in" because they're open or shouting out loud inside a mall after seeing the sign "Sorry we're closed." I love to go with them because our creative minds coordinate with each other in making up funny stories that only us would laugh at them because we're the only one who would understand.
  
  
• Parents and/or Older Siblings
  
  While I love to be spoiled, I also love to be reminded that I'm not perfect and that I also need to grow up, be responsible, wake up and be realistic, those stuff that a sane person need to do. They're the type who would tell me to wake up from my deep state of insanity, push me to study, or to even clean my clutter and even to take a bath because I already stink.
  
  I'm a dominant type and I hate it when some people are trying to drive me but when I know that what they're doing is for my own good, I really appreciate it. They just don't want to spoil me to my ruin. Without them, I wouldn't have graduated and ended up being an endless member of a fast food crew instead, or I wouldn't have passed the board exam until now, or I might be swimming in the eternal ocean of fire at this moment.
  
  They are also my defenders, the type of people who would fight for me when I already feel weak enough to face my opponents. They're there to have the fist for those who made me cry, who have the logic and facts to defend me from my prosecutors, or those with the look saying don't mess up with my friend, or even the nice words telling the person to stop teasing me.
  
  
  
• Believers
  
  I am a person filled with insecurities inside. My self esteem isn't really that good. Thanks to these friends who keep on encouraging me to do things that they think I am capable of doing, those who tell me I am not fugly, and those who remind me that there's always a silver lining after the great flash flood. I'm already getting sentimental here but I really owe them a lot for my achievements because I've never had reached this far without their motivation.
  
  Truly, they've really lifted my soul to a level I never thought I would reach. Thanks a lot guys.
  
  
• Listeners
  
  What women really don't understand much with men is that we only open up our problems when: One, we've already exhausted all possible means to resolve the problem alone but still it wasn't solved; and Two, we know that the person we're confiding it with knows how to solve it. We don't talk just to be listened with. We need action.
  
  But sometimes, they are there just to listen. You know, the feeling of security that somebody is there when you whine, curse and all without them uttering a single word. They're just there. It reminds me of a text message my friend sent me:
  
  

  Friendship isn't about being there to discuss each other's problems. It's just about being there. She need not open up for you to know there's something wrong and you need not say anything to let her know you're there for her. Sometimes it's when you're both silent that you say the most meaningful things.

  
  Ayan. Pang-forever na yang quotation na yan.
  
  
• Talkers
  I am not really the type who calls, e-mails, or texts much. I only do it whenever I feel like it or when there's something I need to say. My Ate and Aunt feel bad about me failing to keep in touch with them. I honestly appreciate those who don't mind spending their pesos just to tell me that they're there. But whenever we meet, I love the endless conversation. Time is too short that our discussions wouldn't reach tae. It's the exciting debates, the ruthless criticisms, the funny things, reminiscing childhood years, embarrassing moments, politics, showbiz, science, everything.

Actually, there are still a lot more. Brevity isn't really born in me. There are still more that I would like to add. If there would be some additional numbers, I would like to include those na nagpapautang, nanlilibre, nagpapakain, nagpapaloko sa akin, and again, nagpapakain. Hehehe.

See also: Janice's blog of the month