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Although I was kinda’ busy with my
work, once in a while, I took some time checking messages in my
phone, basin man gyud naay importante didto na mensahe.  I got 5
messages.  That was great! But, no… it wasn’t great at all.
Kabalo kay unsa sulod adto?  Out of those 5, tag-ana pila kabuok ang
forwarded messages… You bet! 5 pud tawon kabuok.  I thought,
I think, I am thinking… I will think of it nothing but a BULLSHIT!
Ngano?  Sabagay, there were times na tsada ang gaipang-forward, pero
please lang, puno na kau akong inbox.  It was one of the things I did
not like anang free text/unlimited text.  Gasinamok lang gyud.  Do
you think it was nice nga pirmi magbasa unya taud-taod, mag-erase NA
SAD og mga messages (na mga walay klaro)? Bisan pa cgurog free
text ko pirmi, I won’t waste my time texting people sa mga bisan unsa
na lng nga mga messages.  Haaayyy… buhay nga naman…

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I
already saw the Mr & Mrs Smith movie by Angelina
Jolie and Brad Pitt.  It was a funny movie, I suppose.
It was my first time to see Brad Pitt “sing” a song (Making
Love… out of nothing at all)… very unusual, but it was
really, really… errr… funny? (redundant ba kau) I like the visual
effects and the tandem of the two stars was excellent.  It caught my
attention and made me realize na bagay man diay sila (well, after
what happened with Brad Pitt and her ex-wife, Jennifer Aniston… you
know… the Splitsville thing…) and try to take notice of the Mongo
Bongo soundtrack… tsada sad kau

(Warning! The title of this post is not directly related to the content. Ang magwonder, ‘wag mag-minasi… hehehe…)

Another week has just passed…2mrw’s gonna be a Sunday and I was kinda’ figuring out what would I be doing for the rest of my "day-off." (Murag genibib!) Tomorrow’s Father’s Day…I don’t think i’ll be going home…la pa mi sweldo,e.  Haaayyy…I got lots of plans for my salary that’s why when it comes, la na jud mabilin sa ako para akong ma-save.  There’s a lot of things that I need to take care of, but so little money to sustain ‘em all.  Sometimes, I’d like to complain but it isn’t just right at all… yeah…ummm…complain on my responsibility being the eldest, complain on my work, complain on how lousy I am…in-ana na jud ko…buangets kau…Buti na lng, my sanity hasn’t gone that down yet — kanang nawala na sa passing…

This next Sunday diay, I’ll be attending my friend’s wedding.  She’s an old classmate of mine way back in high school sa Gingoog.  She’s 20. She’s young. And my, she’s getting married already!  I don’t have any right to tell her not to, I know it…but can’t you just see the logic of it all?  Basta ako? I’m still too young to think about marrying somebody…I believe, there’s a lot for me to do still…dami ko pa la na explore sa life.  I think tying knots together is like getting yourself handcuffed…it sucks!

    

  Peter Pan Syndrome… it was in my 4th year in college that i was then diagnosed to have been suffering such "abnormality."  It was not really a doctor who told me so… a friend of mine was the one who did.  You might be wondering what kind of malady was that?  Oh, well, it was that friend of mine who originally crafted such term.  Peter Pan Syndrome is a psychological disorder,a.k.a. "Growing-Up-Phobia." 

        Remember your favorite cartoon character, Peter Pan?  (let’s just assume you like Peter Pan para madali) He (my friend) told me I was like Peter Pan…in short, wala daw koy buot!  Eventhough he said that somewhat rudely-slash-cynically-slash-sarcastically, I could not argue with what he thought that I was.  I was tired then to reflect on such matter.  It was only later that I was able to realize that what he accused me of was not really that bad at all.  I was just pissed off by what he said to me before because I did not want anybody trying to change me for who and what I was then (pero dili buot pasabot na OK na sa ako karon na pirmi lang ko pakialaman karon)…   I wanted to just be me, me without pretending to be someone I wasn’t.  I hope he was just being kind to me for telling that right in front of my face.

Today’s just another day for me… arang-arang na lang ganing kay dili tantong boring karon sa office. Oh, well, dapat lang sad jud para naa ko mabuhat daw para dili ko katulgon.  Am I making sense here?  Obviously, wala jud… may be someday if you get to work na (syempre after graduating… ay applicable diay gihapon to do who are alreday working bisan ga-skul pa)… it takes time to understand everything.  It’s like asking unsa kaluag ang universe… see? It’s bogus…