Who is Miss Glitchee?

WHO IS MISS GLITCHEE™?
I am who I am, I am in the act of creating myself, and I can only do that in the space of who I am not--
and so I have carefully created who I am not in order to experience who I actually am.^^

Thursday, December 26, 2013

FAREWELL TO THE YEAR THAT WAS ☻




This year, I have been through so much.
I almost hit rock bottom, or so I thought that time.
I have  been through so much pain, but I managed to rise from it all.
Not because I am strong.
Not because I am invincible.
I am weak, and that, I had issues admitting during the hardest days of this year.
But  I was able to overcome through everything because of the people who never ceased sharing their strength with me.
They have wrapped me with so much love that I soared from all the challenges of 2013.
To all of you, thank you so very much.
Because of you, my supposed to be worst year ever bounced back to be one of the bests.
And to the ONE who has never stopped showering me and my loved ones with too much blessings,
I owe you everything, thank you.
Indeed your love is everywhere and in everyone. ♥♥♥



Thursday, December 12, 2013

MERALCO-- MGA KWENTONG HIKES ATBP.


December nanaman, panahon na ng mga Christmas bonuses, 
pero imbes ma-enjoy ni ordinary Juan ang kaniyang 13th month pay,
mas problemado siya sa P4.15 per kilowatt hour power rate hike ng Meralco.
Kulang kulang Php 500 - 1000 (o higit pa) na dagdag gastos yan kada buwan sa isang ordinaryong pamilyang Pinoy.
Pero wag mag-alala, in tranches naman daw yan eh, para di tayo mabigla, slowly but surely para walang aray ika nga.
Mararamdaman lang natin ang buong dagdag singil pagdating ng March, in time sa summer,
kung kailan pinakamataas ang konsumo ng kuryente natin.
Perfect timing!

Wala tayong choice, aprubado na yan ng ERC (Energy Regulatory Commission).
Dahil daw yan sa mga system loss at kung anu-anong loss ng bigtime kompanya.
Na pag-aari ng mga multimillionaires, top ranking earners ng bansa,
na biktima lang rin daw ng palpak sa Malampaya.
Magkano ba ang net worth nila? 
Nga naman, kabawasan yan sa 9-digits nilang pera kung nagkataon.

Habang andyan sina Manong Driver, na dahil sa sunod sunod na ring  oil price hike, pagtaas ng presyo ng mga spare parts, tuition fee ng mga anak, sabon na panlaba ni misis, etsetera etsetera,
ay humihingi rin ng additional P2.00 para sa minimum fare ng jeepney.
Magkano kaya ang madadagdag ng P2.00 sa kita nila? P500 kada araw?
Yun ay kung walang hapit na kotong cop sa kantong dadaanan nila.

Di ko alam kung kulang lang ako sa panonood ng balita, pero tingin ko higit ang ingay at pagtutol, di lang ng gobyerno, kundi maging ng masa sa P2.00 minimum jeepney fare hike na ito kesa sa daan daang taas din ng singil sa kuryente.
Mas duwag nga ba tayong labanan at kontrahin ang Meralco,
mas madali nga namang magreklamo laban sa ordinaryong mga tao.
Madaming kesyo kesyo, di pa raw napapanahon ang fare hike,
di pa raw sapat ang oil price hike para magreklamo (dahil taas baba naman daw ito),
kaya pa naman daw mabuhay sa halagang P8.00 pasahe sa jeepney mo.

Oo, domino effect ang mangyayari sa presyo ng ibang bilihin sa pagtaas ng minimum fare,
kaya nga higit na dapat pang pag-ukulan ng pansin ang pagpapababa ng presyo ng diesel para sana maiwasan na ang paghingi ng dagdag pasahe.
Dahil sa totoo lang, mas malaking "loss" ang kailangang bunuin ng mga mamang tsuper para disenteng mabuhay.
Disente lang, hindi para magkamal ng yaman.

Hindi ako komunista, ni hindi ako naging aktibista, pero hindi ba sa ganitong mga sitwasyon mapapaisip ka?
Gatasan na lang ba tayo ng mga Forbes listers?
(Aside sa money machine tayo ng mga corrupt na politiko.)
Kung iisipin, sino nga ba ang higit na nakikinabang sa laman ng payslip mo?

Ewan ko, pero kung tutuusin, mas masarap sa bulsa kong magbigay ng dalawang pisong dagdag bayad kay manong driver kada sakay ko ng jeep nya.
Wala pa yang hidden and addtional charges, walang interes pag nadelay ang pagbayad mo.
Pwede pa nga yang pakiusapan pag kulang ang barya mo o pag naiwan ang wallet mo.
Pwede ring sumabit pag kulang ang baon mo.
Pwede pang kandong pag nagtitipid ang nanay mo.
Kaya di ko lubos maisip bakit mas apektado pa tayo sa baryang hiling na to.

May nabasa ako dati, something about big government, small people.
Sabi sa pilosopiyang yun, pattern nga daw na mas naseset-aside ng gobyerno ang concerns ng maliliit na tao.
Mas pumapabor sila sa mas malalakas na kompanya (with or without direct intention).
Sa dami ng sinabi ni BS Aquino kailan lang, isang bagay ang tama at tanda ko, na hindi dapat umasa ang tao sa gobyerno.
Tama nga naman si Mr.President.
Lalo kung palpak na ito.

Sa ngayon,
"Bahala kayo sa buhay nyo!"




**This photo does not include the recent figures of price hikes.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

LOVE LETTER OF AN UNBREAKABLE HEART


The more you love a person, the greater is the risk of getting hurt.
For we are most sensitive to the people we love.
It is like every detail counts.
Every small gesture would make us smile.
Every joke would make us giggle.
Every small disappointment would pain us.
Every minute apart would make us miss them.
Ever time together would leave that little spark of joy in our hearts.

When you open yourself to someone, when you make yourself vulnerable to him,
that is only when I guess that you fully let him love you,
and you fully love him in return.
That risk, that fall, that is the best part of loving.
Not all risks may end up in favor of you though,
but it will all be worth it in the end.
It is not just being able to say that you truly loved,
nor that you have given your best, that you gave it what you can.
It is not just making the other person feel cherished and happy.
It is the magic of finding that part of yourself that is capable of doing so,
discovering that you have it in you.
You may surprise yourself even on how much you could really give,
or to what extent you would be willing to go to and how brave you can actually be.

It is but a pity how some people pass on that opportunity to share themselves to someone whom they love and loves them.
It is like it is there, yet then they were too scared to take it.
Yes, it is true that we should be careful, we should be wise,
but whether it fails or not, what difference does it make if you had not taken that leap of faith.
If you had not trusted your heart in what it is supposed to do,
if you had not allowed yourself to that magic,
if you kept on fighting it, instead of fighting for it,
would it not even hurt more?

We all love, we all will , we all must.
And one time or another, we will all face pain.
And yes, your heart may seem broken for awhile, 
but the beauty of it is that your heart will always learn how to cope up,
it will re-learn to be okay, for it is in fact unbreakable.
And in the end, it is how much you loved that will matter more,
it is how happy you've been.
The pain, the hurt when it fails, through time, it will go away.
But that strength, that wisdom and that self-discovery you've gained will always stay with you.
It is a win-win scenario all the time.
So yeah, risk up, take that chance, do yourself a favor, stop being scared and just love. <3



Monday, December 2, 2013

STARFISH IN MY CHEST



I have a starfish in my chest. 

Beyond being brainless dumb like Patrick,
(yes, they literally don't have brains)
and having such a distinctive shape, sea stars are famous for their ability to regenerate. 
Awesome right?
They can grow their damaged parts back and they can even shed limbs as a means of defense.
Just like the one in my chest.

She's been shattered quite a lot. 
From time to time, she has lost pieces of herself--
partly coz she's a dork, she's brainless anyway. 
She kinda finds it difficult to be trained often times, she hardly ever learns. 
So yeah, she hurts herself every now and then, shedding fragments of her.
At times too painful even, like a huge slab of her was gone, that she thinks she couldn't bear it through.

Happens mostly after letting someone in, after sharing herself, after giving a part of her to them-- and then being left behind.
They walk away with a part of her, leaving her altered, diminished. 
It's not a smooth task to grow back, it takes times, takes prowess, yet just like the star that she is, she always regenerates. 
And not only that-- she always shines. <3



Tuesday, September 24, 2013

CHEATING 101 Volume II

DEAR UNFAITHFUL GUYS and CHEATING HUSBANDS,

You are dating another girl even when you are committed to someone else.
You go out and have a relationship with another woman even when you are a married man with kids.
The worst thing is that (sometimes) you ploy the mistress, that other woman, into your sick sick past time.
She is now branded a bitch, a scar in the society because of your dirty trickery.
You are the reason that these two girls have sleepless nights crying.
You are the reason for their pain.
You are the wrecker of your own family and relationships.
You are the destroyer of your own home and affairs.

And every day and night you go through your nasty scheme,
asking God not to make the girls know,
so you can keep both and avoid making a choice,
and end up losing either one or both (hopefully).
You pray for their patience, love and ignorance.
You wouldn't want them to know.
But fate has a way of catching up on every one of us.
In time, they will see that you are nothing but a treacherous act and a hideous betrayer.
And though you have succeeded in crushing the love and care of these women,
who have trusted their hearts in you,
though you have temporarily ravaged them,
know that they will continue to rise without you-- despite of you.

For they know you are nothing,
and they won't feel anything towards you.
No, not even hatred.
They'll get past hating you,
coz you won't deserve any part of their hearts.
Not even the darkest side of it,
not even their lowest emotions.
And you will just be nothing to these women,
to the bitchy other woman and to the martyr wife,
that the world labeled them to be.




From an FB post:

This one goes for all the BITCHES, MISTRESSES, MAKIKIRENG BABAE NA SALOT di lang sa lipunan but most importantly SALOT sa mga PAGSASAMA ng mag-asawa/mag-partner in short pesteng sumisira sa isang pamilya... kaya dapat sa inyo pati na rin sa mga lalakeng pumapatol sa inyo ay INA-ASINAN at WINIWISIKAN NG MURIATIC ACID!

THIS IS FOR THE LADIES: 

You are dating a married man with kids,
you are the reason his wife sleeps late at night,
waiting for him to come home late,
you are the reason his wife cries every night,
you are the reason he does not come home to his family,
you are the reason he does not take care of his family,
you are the reason he does not eat at home anymore, 
You are the reason he has not touched his wife fro months, 
Yet everyday and night you kneel down and pray to God 
to give you a faithful husband when you are making another woman's husband unfaithful.
You pray for a caring and loving man 
when you have succeeded in diverting the LOVE and care of another woman's husband.
You pray for a good home when you are destroying another woman's home.

Ask yourself this question:
"WITH THIS KIND OF ATTITUDE OF MINE,
WILL GOD GRANT MY REQUEST ?"
WILL I BE HAPPY WHEN I GET MARRIED? 

To me I know my God does not grant selfish request and prayers, (James 4:3)
"God said in His word that we should do unto others, that which we will want them to do to us (Matthew 7:12).

DEAR LADIES, Wake up, wise up, grow up and say NO to sugar daddies, do not be deceived by money and material things, you have nothing to benefit, for everything is VANITY upon VANITY! (Ecclesiastes 1:2) THINK ABOUT IT.
What goes around comes back around!


CHEATING 101 Volume I
http://missglitchee.blogspot.com/2013/05/cheating-101.html

Thursday, August 29, 2013

MAGNANAKAW LABAN SA KAPWA MAGNANAKAW


Ginang Janet Napoles,

Lubos kong ikinagulat ang inyong biglaang pagsuko kay Pangulong BS Aquino III kagabi. Aaminin ko, kahit papaano ay mayroon akong konting respeto nadama para sa iyo, sa kadahilanang hindi mo ginamit ang gasgas na diskarte ng maraming high-profile corrupts na pagsuko laman sa isang wheelchair at pagdaing ng karamdaman upang makapagbakasyon lamang sa isang pagamutan. 

Subalit alam kong tuso ka, bilang nagawa mong nakawan hindi lamang ang mga taong bayan kundi ang pinakamatataas na sangay ng ating pamahalaan. Kaya hindi magiging katakataka kung isang araw ay malusutan mo rin ang gusot na ito at makaisip ng bagong high-profile corrupt escape act.

Pinagiisipan ko pa rin hanggang ngayon kung maniniwala ako na nagawa mo ngang isahan ang mga senador at kongresistang nagpatuta sa iyo, o ikaw ang biktima nila bilang isang epic fall guy.

Isa sa mga araw na ito ay maaaring ipatawag ka sa kongreso o sa senado, na minsang naging mga gatasan mo, at bilang nakapagpasasa ka nanaman at ang iyong pamilya sa limpak limpak na pera naming lahat na sa malamang sa malamang ay hindi na namin mababawi pa, maaari ba Ginang Napoles na ikanta mo na ang lahat ng tunay na nangyari at i-deny mo ang pagiging isang state witness kung sakaling ialok ito sa iyo. Konting hiya lang naman po ang hinihiling naming lahat.

Sana ay hindi parte ng isang lutong plano ang pagsuko mo upang makatakas ang mga mas makapangyarihan pang kurakot kaysa sa iyo. At kung ito man ay isang stratehiya lamang nila ng paggamit sa inyo, sana Ginang Napoles ay gawin mo na ang tama sa pagkakataong ito. Hindi porket magnanakaw ay hindi na pwedeng manindigan pa laban sa mas malalaking magnanakaw.
Magbabantay kami sa iyo. 


Tuesday, August 20, 2013

PINOY OPEN LETTER



Sa aking empleyado na nagsabing BOSS nya ako,

Ayos lang ba kung tawagin na lang kitang BS?

Tutal initials mo naman yun at sa araw na to ganyang ganyan din ang tingin ko sayo at sa mga minions mo-- total BS.
Di ako makatulog kasi ang ingay ni Maring, pero mas di ako makatulog sa mga nakita kong balita tungkol sa di na matuwid tuwid na daan mo.
Siguro naman kilala mo si Janet di ba? Ayon BS din yun. Di ko lang nga alam kung sinong mas BS sa inyo. Di ko din tiyak kung epic fallguy nyo lang sya, pero isang linggo na rin yata akong badtrip sa kanya.
Oo alam ko sabi nung may bookbound na report, yung bilyones daw ni janet naipon nya nung di mo pa 'ko boss, pero duhhh gang ngayon naman pork-fan pa din kayo di ba?
BS lang kasi pag naiisip ko gaano ka-BS pakiramdam na yung nakakaltas sana sa sahod ko na ninanakaw naman pala nyo eh nagamit ko na lang.
Ilang manicure pedicure din yun. Ilang perm at rebond.
Ilang sine with popcorn. Ilang buwang pambayad sa mga bills na may hidden at overcharges.
Ilang budget pambisita sa Divisoria.
Ilang pantaxi na sana yun para nakaiwas man lang akong mamaltos.
Ilang sarsi float date na yun kasama ang nanay ko.
Ilang workbook na ng kapatid ko. Ilang litrong diesel na sana ng tatay ko. 
Hindi kaya madaling magtrabaho.
Ilang kili-kili muna sa MRT ang aamuyin mo bago ka makapasok.
Prerequisite pa ngayon ng empleyado ang pagiging waterproof at buoyant sa panahon ng bagyo.
See? Di lang namin pinagpawisan yang pini-PDAF nyo, pinaglanguyan din namin yan.
So sana kung kami nga yung boss mo, bilang dapat ang mga boss naman ang madalas masusunod, tantanan nyo na ng mga minions mo yung PDAF.
Husto at sobra na naman siguro yung mga naipon nyo. Ilang generation ba kse pinag-iipunan nyo?
Eh malapit na nga daw yung end of the world di ba, so wag na kayo masyado magreserba para sa mga apo ng apo ninyo. Wag masyado bwakaw, greed is a sin kaya. Iwas na sa pork, ma-cholesterol yun, try nyo rin mag vegetarian pag may time. Para everybody happy, hindi yung kayo-kayo lang. 

Mula sa iyong dismayadong BOSS.



Friday, May 24, 2013

THE INSOMNIAC MACHINE


I wish there is a machine that could possibly
scribble your thoughts automatically.
Like a written record of your each and every idea.
For due to some reasons I cannot fathom,
the greatest thoughts come after the lights are off.
When you are off to bed half dreamy--
that is when the writer in you wakes up.
And for insomniacs like me,
who takes forever just to be in the sleepy state,
it is but a great risk to get up again and jot down my thoughts,
knowing that I will then sacrifice another night's sleep.
For when I shook off the yawny state,
it will again take forever for me to be sleepy once more.
But then this flood of ideas ambush me and then after some internal deliberating,
still and as always, the writer in me wins.
So I get up, turn the lights on and write.
For as often as it happens, 
I am always overpowered by the insomniac machine within my reckless brain.


Monday, May 20, 2013

CHEATING 101**

**The lies and the art of overcoming it.^^

It all starts with a lie, then it grows into something bigger,
something a bit messier, when it  evolves into cheating.
Cheating is something that even the worst lunatic of us shouldn't dare do.
It is worse than anguishing someone.
It is an utter betrayal of trust, a tenure of promises made.
It is more than just deceit.
It's a treason to commitment, which may cause unfathomable pain.
Cheating is something that one shouldn't consider engaging upon--
especially not to the people we claim to love,
and never to the people who loves us truly.
Cheating roots from selfishness.
Every cheater is nothing but an arrant self-interested individual.
Someone who's daunted and afraid to lose,
too weak to decide which to hold on to and which to let go.
Too greedy to claim both .
A cheater is someone who is not man enough to respect and commit to his own true emotions.
A person with no respect for others, and too little for himself.



The dilemma of cheating is that it does not only weakens one's trust in the future, but more regretfully, it showers doubt to every memory and it taints everything that you've had.
When you've been cheated upon, you will first try to run away from the truth, you'll tend to go blinded and embrace the lies.
You'll deny yourself of reality because as we all already know-- 
the truth freaking hurts.
You will withhold judgement even if every single doubt is already proven true.
You'll blame yourself for being that stupid  to let your guards down and believe deceits.
You might then ask repeatedly until you understand,
though this time you are never sure if what you'll get again are lies.
The new found secrets will sure as hell tear you up--
and after that, it will never be the same.
After awhile you will realize that the cheating doesn't really hurt,
it is seeing that someone you have loved in a light that makes you hate what they have done that hurts.
That is what's painful.
For the truth changes everything, the truth changes you.
You may deny yourself of the truth.
But then again the truth, no matter how ugly is still better than a beautiful lie.
And breaking free from that lie is the hardest part of it,
not everyone may have that courage to walk out from that,
but everyone can certainly do.



It will hurt, and you'll be angry, you will feel hate.
But never allow yourself to be blinded by that hatred.
Never allow yourself to be burdened by others' failure to be human.
Do not blame yourself, for it is never your fault.
It was never wrong to have given your trust.
It was never wrong to have believed.
It was never wrong to have loved.
If you have been cheated, betrayed or lied to, it is never your fault.
And remember that you are more than that dishonesty,
you are beyond all those crazy stupid acts.
You are more than that pain it caused.
You are far better than all those disappointments.
You are larger than all those pretentious memories.
You are bigger than all the half-meant promises.
For you are not, and will never be defined by the cheating and who he was to you.
You are defined by who you became after that, despite of that.
So chin up, and face the world.
For it is way better and more beautiful now.
Now that you are free of all those lies.^^



Tuesday, May 14, 2013

PINOY-- AYAN TAYO EH!**



Browsing through the different social media sites today,

I have read a lot about our people's different reactions regarding the outcome of yesterday's election.
Many were criticisms on how the election turned out, name dropping the same candidates who we deemed unworthy of winning a senatorial post.
Which may seem ironic somehow, when in fact millions have casted their votes for them-- I mean where are these people?
I honestly haven't read anything nice about these certain candidates all day long nor heard any supporting remarks about them from people around.
The good thing here though is knowing that a lot of Filipino netizens actually still care about our country's politics.
PINOYs as always, make the most out of the situation.
We may make fun all we want about the senatorial results, but sooner we will have to carry on with a government  to be ran by who the majority of our people has voted for,
and we just have to deal with them painstakingly for another six years.
Another six years, that hopefully would be better ones for most of us.
So to these new soon to be dear senators, may you prove us, all your detractors wrong.



**AYAN TAYO EH is a popular Filipino expression to show dismay or disappointment in a funny sarcastic manner.

*The Philippines just had its senatorial and local election yesterday, May 13.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

YOU ARE MY SUPERHERO MAMA**


My ever dearest Mama,

I have known no one more loving, more considerate and more selfless person in this world than you are.
I know sometimes that I have failed to show you just how dear you are to me, how much I love you and how important you are in my life,
but Mama, no words could ever describe how thankful and how blessed I feel that I was born and raised by you.
And I sincerely hope, with all of me, that I make you feel half as lucky that I am your daughter.
I will be forever grateful of everything you have done for us.
We could never ever repay even a bit of what you have sacrificed and given up just for us your family.
You have taken care of us all and given us love way more than what we deserved.
You are indeed my superhero Mama, you know that.
I've told you again and again how you have saved me everyday.
It makes me feel shame to think of the disappointments I have caused you.
And it pains me a lot knowing I could have been a better daughter for you.
But being the wonderful person that you are, you have always loved me unconditionally, and supported me no matter what.
You have never complained, never put me down.
You have never failed to make me feel that I am doing right.
You have always made sure I feel good about being me,
and reminded me all the time that you are proud, despite of all the mistakes and shortcomings I may have had.
That line saying "Mothers know best," that is perfect for you,
for you just always know what is best to do, and it has always amazed me how you do it.
You always know the answers, you always know what to say and even when not to say anything at all,
but just hug us and shower us with your magical love.
You are beyond amazing Mama, and I LOVE YOU,
and it would never be enough to show just how much, even if I tell you that everyday.
Remember before when I was way younger,
I told you that my song for you is the ever cliched "Wind beneath my wings," 
well, that's definitely what you are to me.
You are my strength, my inspiration and my best friend.
I would never ever wish to be someone else's daughter for I have the best mother there is, and that is you.
I say that without any sense of bias or flattery for you,
for you are indeed the best Mama, and I hope you know that.
Happy mother's day Mama,
I LOVE YOU with every part of me.

Lots a love,
Your little baby girl^^



**to the most beautiful woman in the world and the person who holds the biggest and most special part of my heart-- Mama, I love you, happy Mom's Day. mwaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! <3




Friday, May 3, 2013

SAY IT LOUD



When you love someone-- let it be known.
Claim it.
Utter it.
Articulate it.
Yes, actions may speak louder than words they say,
but words are still the clearer voice of our emotions.
They verify how we feel.
They guarantee our intent.
So when you love, say it.
Even if you think that it won't be all right.
Even of you are scared it's not gonna be worth it.
Even if it may cause trouble.
Even if you are not sure it will be accepted,
Do not falter.
You say it still, and you say it loud.^^



Wednesday, May 1, 2013

BELIEVE IN HAPPILY EVER AFTER**


Last weekend, my mom went to her province to attend a family affair.
My dad, for some reasons, cannot accompany her, and so my youngest brother went to escort my mom.
This is one of the few times when my parents have to be away from each other for days, and that is not an exaggeration.
My mom and dad have been together for about  30 years already,
and literally, they  have always been together ever since.
Growing up, I cannot remember having my dad or my mom away.
When my dad has to go somewhere, my mom will be with him and vice versa.
Many may find that chokey, but it is not as worse as that.
There are just people who, I guess, cannot stand being away from each other.
And for one, my mom and dad are like that,
even after three decades of being together,
after four awesomely and annoyingly great children--
they managed to put up the romance and the love they've had for each other.
They are totally in love with each other-- needless to say,
they are an inseparable duo.
After 30 years, they still tease each other and giggle like high school sweethearts.
They still always hold hands in public, and more so in the house.
They cannot stop hugging each other, that at times make us feel that it's so cruddy sweet.
They are amazingly still head over heels over each other.


So as I said, my mom went away for awhile for some family matters last Saturday afternoon and she'll be back that Monday morning as well.
I woke up before noon that Sunday morning and as I went down the stairs I heard my dad talking over the phone.
His voice almost flirting-- that kind of voice men use when talking to pretty girls or the ladies they like.
I, of course, being the nosy papa's girl kinda eavesdrop.
I heard the woman's voice on the other line somehow giggly.
Their chat went on for awhile about just sweet nothing at all.
My dad saying how he has been thinking about her all night, he almost didn't have any sleep and that he misses her dearly.
And they went to their endless goodbyes-- like when you don't want to hang up yet while talking to your boyfriend or girlfriend.
And finally  they say their I LOVE YOU's and hang up.
The woman on the other line was of course nonetheless my mother.
And that little eavesdropping project just actually made my Sunday super special.
Having parents so in love like that, it just gives a very nice pinch to your heart.
Actually, just seeing any old couple together does that-- but it is uber exceptional if they are your mom and dad, lucky me I guess.
Having two people so faithfully in love is a very nice thing to know.
They are the living fairy tales that make us still believe in a magical once upon a time.
My mom and my dad-- they are my fair share of  a happily ever after.^^


**outdated blog anthology

Monday, April 29, 2013

CHANGE**

** CHANGE (v.) make different; cause a transformation

CHANGE is always a good thing--
that's what many would often say.
But for some of us, change is a scary word.
It is overwhelming, like a drowning force that can sink us.
Especially when we are not yet ready for it,
or when we are caught off guard by it.



At times we push ourselves to change not because we want to,
but just simply because we have to.
That's a hard phase to undergo.
Harder even is when the change is  forced into us.
When we are left with nothing to do but to deal with it.
What we fail to realize at times is that we change everyday.
We constantly find new ways to fix ourselves,
to tramp the old versions of us.
We change to survive and to get through the day.
We change and we render a new and better us,
and we hope that this new one would be suffice somehow.



For people's noblest endowment is our capacity to change.
Armed with reason-- we can see two sides and get to choose.
We can be divinely wrong,
but being wrong is also one of our most telling gifts.
We have the right to be wrong,
but we don't have the right to linger still.
Life is so short and fast that we cannot afford it.
We cannot just wait, we cannot just hold off.
Not particularly because we want to postpone what we sure is inevitable.



By reason, we must choose, we must decide, we must change.
Change is hard.
Change may take a lot of time.
Sometimes, it may even consume all of our hearts--
but we must not lurk when we know otherwise.
Change maybe everything that scares us,
but we must decide to start somehow.
For there must always be a start for something new.
So believe in your ability to change.
Believe that you are capable of attaining something better.
Believe without fear that you can.

^^

Friday, April 26, 2013

GRATITUDE

** GRATITUDE (n.) a feeling of thankfulness and appreciation


Always be thankful of those people who have the ability to
bring out a better version of you.
For those people who have consistently put effort just to make you happier.
Those who have their means of touching your life in ways you don't expect.
People who surprise you by making you feel emotions
that you never thought you have in you.
Those who almost drive you into tears for making you so incredibly happy.
People who know you amazingly well enough,
that they could conjure up your very own thoughts and emotions
into words that can magically shed some light into your uncertainties.
People who know what to say and when to actually say them to you,
having the perfect timing to enlighten you a notch more.
Giving you time to learn by yourself,
but always being there for you throughout your learning process.


Those who have that certain light in their lives that exudes to shine over you.
People who are generous enough to share the warmth of their hearts,
who rekindle your faith in the basic goodness of people.
Those who make you want to be better than who you are now.
People who make you so happy you've got no other way to cope to it
but to share it away. making you want to pay it forward.
For these people in my life--
you all perfectly know who you are,
THANK YOU.^^
I am nothing but grateful and fortunate to have crossed path with you all.
GOD must have been really looking after me and sent you.
You are the best gifts for my birthday.



*especially for that someone who has always been a ray of light in my life--
I am nothing but blessed to have you around. Thank you.^^

**written 17 April 2013, on my birthday

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

ANOTHER SUNDAY MORNING** CHAPTER II

ANOTHER SUNDAY MORNING
CHAPTER II

The alarm went off early that Friday morning. Carl got up to prepare breakfast for them. She's there, still sleeping soundly on her side of the bed. She must have been so tired all week long with work and all, so Carl decided to to give her some more time to slumber before waking her up. She's still got a couple of hours more before her shift in the office anyway, and he would want her to have her chance to rest a bit more.

As always, Carl tended on his usual everyday routine. He has to make sure everything's ready in the morning before she wakes up and before he sends her to work. A lot would say differently about this set up-- but Carl had grown up accustomed to such harsh commentaries. He couldn't care more about what other people are saying about them, nor about him. All his life, he has been a target of people's coarse judgement, and he can't remember when he mastered how to shut them all out of his system. Somehow, as he was growing up, he perfected the art of not caring at all.

Growing up in a not so typical family, Carl got used to hearing teasing remarks about his life. He never met his father or knew much about his old man other than his name. He remembered wanting to find him when he was younger-- but then just like the many things that he wanted before in his life, somewhere along the way, he also have let go of that as well.

It is a tiresome battle-- to always hope for something, to wish to be better and to be disappointed again and again in the end. That's how Carl feels most about his life. Just like how he hoped to have a family to really belong to, a family that will truly be his, and yet no matter how hard he tried, he always felt like an outsider in his own home. With his mom's new family, Carl wasn't able to learn how to fit it. He loves his mom-- more than anything in this world. She actually is the only family that he has got, and he is sure that she loves him back as much-- he has never doubted that. But he also understands that she has to pick up on her own life after his great father abandoned them. And for that, he can never blame her. But since her mom started to write on the new chapters of her life with her new husband and new sons, Carl seemed to have started to lose his place in those pages. 


That was the start of his solitude. He closed himself up to anyone else after that. He became passive-- so as not to hurt anymore. If you care less about things in your life, about the people you are with, then the chance of being hurt will be less as well. He is happy with this scheme. He lives his life as he was suppose to, not attaching himself that much to anyone he encounters. He just did what there is to be done-- passing through his day by day life casually going by with the flow. He has learned to just leave everything to fate and destiny, whatever life brings, then that's what he'll deal with. He forgot how to have vision, how to have wishes, how to have dreams for himself. He forgot how to really want and really love.

He can't even remember the last time he really wanted something, or dreamed and wished for anything. He doesn't even worry about losing anything at all, that's the beauty of it. Without wanting anything, there will be no fear of losing anything, too. That's a nifty credo to live by. No one gets to be left behind, no one gets to be loved less, no one gets to be hurt-- he doesn't get himself  to be hurt. 

And so when Kim got into his life three years ago, he just let it be. This girl loves him. They can be together and he'll have his someone. And when Kim asked him to move with her a few months later, he did. Maybe now, he will have his own home, his own family, something he can call his.

Breakfast is ready and everything's been taken care of, so he went to wake Kim up. This is the least thing he could do for her. He takes care of her this way. And just like their typical day, they ate breakfast together, she reminded him of some things to be done through out the day and off she went to prepare for work again, and he'd wait 'til night time to come when she gets home.

Link/s:

CHAPTER I
http://missglitchee.blogspot.com/2013/03/another-sunday-morning.html



**a short story version of my novelette project for this year^^
please read on for new chapters to come...

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

PAPA'S LITTLE GIRL**


I am a self-confessed papa's little girl--
and that is something I am very proud to be.
That's one of my most favorite versions of me.
When I was younger, my mama would always jealously joke proclaiming that I love my papa more, which of course is not true.
First, because I love my mama with all my heart.
And second, because  my mama would surely see this as well. :)



My papa and I almost share the same birthday,
I was born only a few hours before his special day.
I am his first child,
and so I always believe that I am special to him.
I am his favorite, everyone says so as well,
but my papa is just so modest to admit it--
well at least that's what I think.^^
(excuse me little sister and brothers)
Chaffing and bias aside, 
my papa has always been a fair and loving father to all of us,
always in the middle, not meddling, not overmastering.



I always believe in my papa.
When my papa says there are no ghosts--
which is the thing I am most scared of childishly,
I instantly become braver, for my papa says so.
When he says I can be the top of my class or
I could win the first prize because I am better than all the other kids,
I at once turn into an Einstein, just because my papa believes so.
When he says I can do something,
surprisingly like a magician and his abracadabra,
I could definitely do so.



My papa is a man of few words,
so when he speaks we all listen.
He is always a step forward,
he always considers and decides with reasons.
My papa is a man of values, of honor and of dignity.
Yeah, that may sound hard core-- but it is indeed very true.
He prizes his standards highly and
stands for them as much as he can.
He is a man that honors his words.
He keeps his promises, no matter what it takes.
He seldom falters.
And as he always says--
we should be extra careful choosing and adopting
the principles we want to live by, and once we did,
we must never waver and have the heart to uphold them.
He is my role model, my prototype of an ideal guy.



My papa is my superhero.
He scares me at times--
like I am terrified to fall short of what he expects of me. 
And yet I feel safe all the time knowing
that if in any way I fail, he will,
as he always had, have my back.
He makes me want to be better to deserve his pride.
For there is no feeling more lifting in this world than of my papa being so proud of me, boasting about the little things I have done.
The least I can do is try my hardest not to disappoint him,
(which I think I more often do than I want to)
for my papa, as in any superhero, has never let me down.



It is indubitable how much I admire and respect my father,
but how can I not?
He managed a family that I adore with all of my heart,
he loved and protected my most favorite people in this world.
I LOVE MY PAPA--
and somehow that will always be an understatement.
And so on his very special day,
I wish nothing but more happiness for him,
more love, better health and the same old him--
the best man in the world.^^
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPA.
I love you and I am proud and blessed to be your little girl.^^


**for the greatest father in the world on his birthday^^


EPILOGUE:

Aside from being the best father in the world, my papa is an equally good and loving husband to my mama, which of course I think are co-requisites--a good man, a loving husband, a wonderful dad.
I had this conversation with him a few weeks back about infidelity and this is what he said:

Me: Pa, have you ever cheated on mama?
Papa: No, never.

Me: Have you thought of it?
Papa: (shook his head, paused and thought reconsidering)
Temptations come, but I dare not to entertain it.

Me: Well, how could you not?
Papa: Three things.
First, I love your mama and all of you my children and you wouldn't want to hurt the ones you love don't you?
Second, I am scared of no man, but I am terrified of a woman, so I would never dare give her a reason to be angry.
Third, because I am sure that if I did, she would know. She will ask and I will never be able to lie to her, that I cannot do.


Did I mention that I love my papa?^^

Monday, April 15, 2013

IN YOUR ARMS**


IN YOUR ARMS

Too much of you baby gets a hang on me
Too much of you lately sets my heart on glee
Yes I want to be with you, oh can't you see
Just take some time and look through me

I've been alone for  awhile, now set me free
From these chains that I've built inside of me
You see I was scared and I thought I shouldn't try
But for you I am willing now to cross that line

Oh I can't pretend anymore I don't love you
No I can't hide anymore what I'm going through
Oh my baby in your arms there's tomorrow
And now I'm willing to let go of sorrows

So come and drive me now away from these
Come let's share all our love and live in bliss
For nothing in this world right now I'd wish
But to be in your arms , to be in these arms just like this

Oh I can't pretend anymore I don't love you
No I can't hide anymore what I'm going through
Oh my baby in your arms there's tomorrow
And now I'm willing to let go of sorrows

In your arms baby
Right where you're holding me
In your arms baby
In your arms I see
In your arms baby
All I want to be
Is to be in your arms arms arms
To be in your arms
Right here with me.


**song written on 13 April 2013

I SHOULD HATE YOU MAYBE



I SHOULD HATE YOU MAYBE

I thought what I had is gem
I thought what I need is you
I thought we can pull this through
But I'm wrong and you're nothing
But a shame for loving

Cause you lied when you said you love
And you lied every time you look at me
You lied every time you kissed me
So maybe maybe maybe
I should hate you maybe maybe

You thought that I am your fool
You thought I'll just stick with you
You thought I can't go on without you
You are wrong and I'm stronger
That I can just leave you anytime


Cause you lied when you said you love
And you lied every time you look at me
You lied every time you kissed me
So maybe maybe maybe
I should hate you maybe maybe

Maybe I tried too much
Maybe I should have not
Maybe you thought you won this
But baby you're wrong
I am better than all these
And now I can go on with my life


Cause you lied and you said you love
And you lied every time you look at me
You lied when you said you love me
You lied every time you kissed me
Ohh you lied, you lied
So maybe maybe maybe
I should hate you maybe maybe

I'm so sure I'm better lately
Now that I hate you maybe maybe
I'm so sure I'm better lately
When I hate you maybe maybe



**song written on January 2013