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April 3rd, 2005

when boys become a girl's best friend

by Pamela Angela Salomon Pastor
Inquirer News Service


CONTRARY to the popular belief that men cannot have purely platonic relationships with women, today more and more females have found best friends in their male counterparts. Of course, even more women have gay best friends, but hey, that's a different ball game.

We all know that women outnumber men. So why can't women stick to tradition and just giggle with their girlfriends? Let me tell you why:

While most guys are terrible at being good boyfriends, they can actually be great friends. Without the stress of jealousy, commitment, looming anniversaries and other dates that should-never-be-not-even-once forgotten, women and men can have pretty good relationships.

They're not afraid to get their hands dirty. While most women squeal when being splattered with mud, men like rolling in it. They don't worry about ruining their manicure or getting dabbed with spaghetti sauce on their shirt. They're more relaxed, less conscious. That makes them more fun.

They don't spend too much time going on bathroom breaks.

They don't constantly complain that they're getting fat.

They think like guys. How else will you be able to dissect the head of that guy you've been drooling for without your male best friend's analysis of the situation? How will you snag Mr. Perfect without his guidance? Your male best friend knows what and how guys think - he is one.

They give great advice. While women tend to be more flowery with words, men tell it as it is (unless of course, they are in the middle of courtship or are trying to sweet talk girls into something). They jolt you back to reality.

You feel protected. Now I do not mean that women are weak, weak creatures. I am a feminist myself. But it's nice to know that if someone starts beating you up, your male best friend will be there to help you cream them.

They act like big brothers. They warn you about no-good idiots who are after you. But of course, they're actually all big babies, which brings us to the next reason:

You can mother them. Let's face it. Men - whether they're 16 or 60 - are kids. It's a given fact.

They don't fall in love with guys. How many friendships have been ruined because of pals going after the same guy? Countless. This will never happen between you and your male best friend - to each his own.

They're not afraid of calories. For most girls, pigging out is unheard of. Guys live for buffets and enjoy food more. That makes them great companions for eating out.

They don't like boybands. (Most of them, anyway.)

They're sweet.

They don't shriek or scream.

You can be yourself. Forget about crossing your legs and dabbing at your little mouth with a napkin. You can relax and chill and do whatever you want. You can be a guy with them.

They don't get PMS (pre-menstrual syndrome) - ever.

They don't talk about getting married - at least, not to you.

They're not too clingy.

They won't get mad when your phone is busy. Then again, in this day and age when almost everyone has call-waiting, who does?

They share your love for computers and passion for the Internet.

You can talk about the NBA - and not just about how cute the players are.

They don't easily freak out. They can handle gory and morbid stuff. They don't get terrified.

Their parents are not strict with them. Unlike most girls, they don't have curfews and can do what they want when they want to. That means more time for you to hang out.

But, of course, like everything else in this world, having boy buds also has its downside. Here are a few:

Their girlfriends get jealous of you. Admit it, sometimes, us girls can be pretty unreasonable. Some females would not be 100% comfortable with the idea that you're hanging out with her guy a lot.

They forget you're a girl. They've been calling you "dude" for such a long time that they've forgotten your gender. This is why you'd hear your guy friend say, "Whoa!" when he sees you all dressed and made up.

This is why they think it's okay to salivate over other girls and comment on their bodies when you're around. This is the reason they tell disgusting jokes and expect you to laugh with them. Don't expect them to open doors for you and yes, don't expect them to carry your things. And unless you start wearing skirts to show off your legs, it will probably take a bump on their heads to remember you're a girl.

They can be pretty obnoxious. They can rattle off endless curse words for minutes. They can tell sexist jokes and can be pretty sarcastic at times. But once you sharpen your tongue and prepare your own vocabulary of insults, you may just beat them at their own game.

Sometimes, they can take you for granted. You've been with them so long that they expect you to hang around forever. If they blow off your plans because they suddenly got a date with some hot chick, they expect you to grin and bear it. If they ask you to befriend this girl they've got the hots for so they can get on her good side, they expect you to do it for them even if you hate her guts. Let's face it. Most men really need a dose of sensitivity.

You may end up as a girlfriend substitute. This happens a lot especially with males who are afraid of commitment. You end up going to his prom or to his all-important office function as his date. He introduces you to his parents just to stop them from asking about his almost non-existent dating status. He finds security in your friendship and seeks comfort in your companionship. You become his ultimate excuse for not going out with other women.

You have to endure their burping contests. And when you tell them to say, "Excuse me," you get chided for being too prude.

They may scare away boys that you like. Having other boys around you all the time may cause a hottie to think twice about asking you out especially if he's the type that scares easily. One, he may think that any of the guys are more than just a friend. Two, even if they are just your friends, he probably knows that if he screws up and hurts you, he's going to be in trouble. Then again, why should this bother you? If the potential boyfriend cannot even stand up and face your friends, how can you expect him to be strong when it is needed?

Your boyfriend can get jealous of them. In the same way that their girls do not appreciate your presence, your guy might not like the idea of you hanging out with your close male buds. The male ego is a very, very sensitive thing. More so if the owner dotes on it. As bad as this sounds, sometimes, it boils down to a difficult choice - your boyfriend or your boy-friends?

They can dump you when their girlfriends get too jealous. Since you are expected to always be the perfect and understanding friend, they don't think you're going to mind if they stop hanging out with you. "She doesn't understand why we have to go out and watch movies when I can do it with her." But you've got to understand the guy. He's probably pretty sick of hearing her whine, "Why is she texting you again? Doesn't she have any other friends?" and "What! You're going out again? But you just went out with her last week!" And just in case that particular relationships ends, they expect to be able to pick up from where they left and resume the friendship like nothing happened. Yes, friends make sacrifices. Even hard ones.

They can fall in love with you. If I'd get a peso for every single time this has happened in history, I can probably buy that Ford 150 now. Unless you feel the same way about your guy friend and you want the friendship to become more than just that, the situation may not be pretty. Either you forget about it and laugh about it when you get older or your friendship goes ka-put. Definitely not a good way to end things.

Or worse yet if you find yourself up falling in love with them. Guess that's why for security's sake, always keep a handful of girl friends. That way you have people to run to in case you lose your guy best friend.

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April 4th, 2005

circa 1920s

Noong unang panahon, mayroong dalagang nagngangalang Emerenciana. Galing sya sa isang mariwasang pamilya sa lalawigan, kaya naman nagawa syang pag-aralin sa isang eksklusibong paaralan sa Maynila. Nasa ilalim sya ng pangangalaga ng mga madre.

Nakilala at minahal nya ang sakristan ng eskwelahan, si Lope. Di nagtagal, nagbunga ang pagmamahalan ng dalawa. Dahil isa itong malaking eskandalo noong mga panahong iyon, hindi muna ipinaalam ni Emerenciana kahit kanino ang kanyang kalagayan, kahit kay Lope. Sa kasamaang-palad, nadestino sa Bulacan ang among pari ni Lope. Natural lamang na isama sya nito sa bagong parokyang pagsisilbihan. Nagkahiwalay ang magkasintahan, at nawalan ng komunikasyon. Mag-isang hinarap ng dalaga ang mga unang buwan ng kanyang pagdadalang-tao.

Sa Bulacan, nagkaroon ng koneksyon ang amo ni Lope kay Donya Trinidad, isang mayamang biyuda. Kasing-edad lamang ng sakristan ang donya, kaya naisipan ng paring ireto si Lope sa kanya. Naging maayos naman ang pakikitungo ng dalawa sa isa't isa bagaman may dalawang anak si Trinidad sa namayapang asawa. Marahil ay may pagtitinginan ring namagitan sa kanila. Sila'y nagpakasal.

Habang ito'y nagaganap, napag-alaman ng mga madre sa eskwelahan ang pagbubuntis ni Emerenciana. Ipinatawag nila ang ina ng dalaga sapagkat hindi na ito maaaring magtagal pa sa lugar na iyon. Pinauwi nila sa probinsya ang dalaga.

Lalong sumidhi ang kaguluhan nang salubungin si Emerenciana ng kanyang ina, si Donya Trinidad. Ang kanyang kasintahan noon, si Lope, ay kabiyak na pala ng kanyang ina.

Upang maayos ang suliraning ito, naghanap sila ng isang lalaking tatayong ama sa anak ni Emerenciana. Natagpuan nila ito sa katauhan ni Nicolas.

Ang bata ay pinangalanang Damaso. Dinala nya ang apelyido ni Nicolas. Nang sya'y tatlong taong gulang pa lamang, sumakabilang-buhay ang kanyang ina, ngunit hindi naman sya napabayaan pagkat itinuring sya ni Nicolas na parang tunay na anak. Pinag-aral sya nito hanggang kolehiyo.

Bago sya magtapos ng pag-aaral, sumakabilang-buhay na rin ang kanyang Lola Trinidad. Matapos nito, ipinagtapat ni Lope ang katotohanan sa kanya. Nais ni Lope na sya na ang kilalaning ama ng binatang si Damaso, at dalhin pati ang kanyang pangalan. Nais nyang maging magkaapelyido na sila ni Damaso.

Ang binata ang pinagdesisyon nila sa bagay na ito. Nagkaroon ng diskusyon sa korte. Ang ang kanyang pasya? Ang apelyido ng kanyang ina - CERVANTES - ang gamitin. Ngunit dinala pa rin nya ang apelyido ng kinilalang ama, si Nicolas. Ito ang kanyang ginawang panggitnang pangalan. Si Damaso Cervantes Santos ay naging Damaso Santos Cervantes na. Paano naman ang apelyido ni Lope, Meer? Hindi na ito nabigyang-pansin.

Si Damaso Santos Cervantes ay lolo ng aking kaibigang si Rochelle. Sumakabilang-buhay sya noong ika-28 Marso ngayong taon. Sya ay inilibing sa Cavite matapos ang limang araw na lamay.

Nawa'y nasa piling sya ngayon ng ating Panginoon.

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April 9th, 2005

sa wakas

Right now I am watching Charles and Camilla's wedding. Grabe, it's almost unbelievable. Three and a half decades rin ang hinintay nila for this moment. Ang dami na nilang pinagdaanan.

Sila pala talaga noon, kaya lang sumali si Charles sa Navy at matagal nawala. Akala ni Camilla he will never propose kaya nagpakasal sya sa iba. Then Charles married Diana. Pero as we all know, nagkikita pa rin sila ni Camilla. Marahil ito ang dahilan kung bakit hindi naging masaya ang buhay may-asawa nila with their respective partners.

Years later, with Camilla divorced and Charles a widower, finally, nakapagpakasal rin sila.

A real love story. Nakakalungkot nga lang, may mga tao pang kailangang masagasaan bago sila malagay sa tahimik.



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(Love Moves In) Mysterious Ways

[written by Tom Snow and Dean Pitchford]


Who'd have thought this is how the pieces fit
You and I shouldn't even try making sense of it
I forgot how we ever came this far
I believe we had reasons but I don't know what they are
Don't blame it on my heart, oh

[CHORUS]
Love moves in mysterious ways
It's always so surprising
When love appears over the horizon
I'll love you for the rest of my days
But still it's a mystery
How you ever came to me
Which only proves
Love moves in mysterious ways

Heaven knows love is just a chance we take
We make plans but then love demands a leap of faith
So hold me close and never never let me go
'Cos even though we think we know which way the river flows
That's not the way love goes, no

[REPEAT CHORUS]

Like the ticking of a clock two hearts beat as one
But I'll never understand the way it's done, oh

[REPEAT CHORUS]

Love moves... in mysterious ways....

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April 10th, 2005

all we need is love... love is all we need...

All that is necessary to make this world a better place to live is to love -- to love as Christ loved...
Isadora Duncan

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April 24th, 2005

habemus papam




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Sa susunod si Gregory IX naman...
Mabuhay ka, pare...

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Ooh boy, ooh boy - is it crazy
Look, I wanna know now
For I to knock some more
In life I know there is lots of grief
But your love is my relief

Tears in my eyes burn
Tears in my eyes burn
While I'm waiting
While I'm waiting for my turn

It's your love that I'm waiting for
It's my love that your runnin' from

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April 29th, 2005

plastik

Maaga akong umuwi kagabi. Originally tatapusin ko dapat ang trabaho ko, pero pagdating ko ng bahay, bigla akong tinamad. Mas pinili kong matulog na agad at gumising na lamang ng mas maaga kinabukasan. Alas-nuwebe pa lang, nakahiga na ako.

Nananaginip na ako (I'm not exaggerating) at apat na oras nang naglalaway (OK, this time I am exaggerating) nang mag-ring ang cellphone ko.

Smart yung number, unlisted sa phone ko, pero ewan ko kung bakit ko naisip na *SYA* yun. Sabagay, wala naman kasing normal na taong tatawag sa akin ng ganung oras; sya lang ang bukod-tanging gumagawa nun sa akin.

"Hello?"
"Uy..." Sya nga. "Tulog ka na ba?"
Tangina, obvious ba?! Parang bigla syang natawang nahiya. Naramdaman siguro ang epekto ng walang pakundangan nyang pagtawag.
"Ano?"
"Usap tayo."
"Bakit?"

Ewan ko ba kung bakit tinanong ko pa sya. Pinapahaba ko lang siguro yung usapan... deep inside alam ko naman kung ano - o sino - ang magiging topic.

"Basta."

Gusto kong magprotesta, pero alam ko namang wala ring kabutihang magagawa yun. Kahit hindi ko sya kausapin, hindi rin ako makakatulog habang alam kong sya ay nalulunod sa kaiisip ng kung anu-ano. Kaya gaya ng dati, halos gumapang ako pababa ng kwarto at idinayal ang numero nila sa bahay. Ang bungad ko: "Ano yun?"

"Uy, napagalitan ka ata..."
"Ano nga yon?!" Malapit na akong magmura.
"May kwento ako."
Hindi ako sumagot.
Nagkwento sya. Tahimik lang ako. Maya-maya, "Uy, gising ka na ba? Baka tulog ka pa ha."
"Nakikinig ako."
"Di nga?"
"Nakikinig nga ako!!!" Pasigaw na.

Nakapikit ako the whole time na nagkukwento sya; bangag pa kasi ako sa sobrang antok at pagod.

Mahaba yung kwento. Pero it all boils down to one thing: itong bago nyang kinukwento? Hindi ito basta-basta. Hindi ito panandalian lang. Iba ang pakiramdam ko eh; mukhang tinamaan nga sya.

Walang babala ang pagtulo ng mga luha. Hindi ko alam kung masakit lang ang mata ko sa biglaang paggising ko, o may iba pang bahagi ng pagkatao ko na sumakit bigla.

Meron din naman kaming ibang pinagkwentuhan. Magana ang huntahan; nawala na ang antok ko eh. Pero sa kalagitnaan ng pagkukuwento, ibang pangalan ang nasambit nya. Pangalan nung isa, sa halip na pangalan ko. Natahimik kaming dalawa.

"Hay naku... sya na lang kaya ang kausapin mo?" Aba, mag-drama daw ba.
"Hindi... pinatulog ko na."

So bago pala ako kinausap, sya muna. OK lang naman yun eh. Kaya lang, parang hindi ko na kaya kung lagi yung nangyayari. Lahat ng emosyon, sa akin itinatambak pagkatapos.

"Buti pa sya, pinapatulog. Samantalang ako, binubulahaw."
"Syempre. Close naman tayo eh."

It reminded me of a quotation from Margaret Atwood's poem: "I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary."

I used to believe that. But I guess there really comes a point when being unnoticed yet necessary just isn't enough.

Selfish ba ako?

I always wished na sana, magka-girlfriend na sya. I told him of that wish. I even prayed for it. Pero bakit ngayong may posibilidad na yung mangyari, hindi ako makapag-react nang tama? Hindi ako maka-react ng dapat kong i-react?

Happy naman ako for him ah. But why do I feel so empty, and why is life suddenly so dull?

Natatakot raw syang masaktan. Wala akong masabi kundi ihanda nya ang sarili nya sa kung anuman ang mangyayari sa hinaharap.

Namuhay na naman ang isang hiling sa puso ko: na kung nakatakda syang masaktan, let it leave an impact enough for him to learn a lesson, but not to hurt so much as to close his heart from loving again.

Ang dami nyang plano. Maganda lahat... kinilig nga ako eh. Nevermind na practice lang muna itong naririnig ko.

"Alam mo, ang swerte-swerte nya."

Parang gusto ko na namang maiyak nung sinabi ko yun. Natigilan sya. "Bakit naman?"

Syempre, kasi hawak nya ang pinakapinahahalagahan ko eh. "Syempre, kasi ngayon ka lang nagkaganyan eh."

"Hehehe... oo nga. Tingin mo, nararamdaman nya? What do you think?"

I can't think. "Ang tanga naman nya kung hindi. Pwede ba, girl, makaramdam ka."

*Kung pagiging mapagkunwari ang ipakitang masaya ka kahit durog-durog na ang puso mo, ang plastik ko pala.*

Alas dos y medya na. Tumikhim ako. "Hindi na ako matutulog... nag-uwi kasi ako ng work. Tatapusin ko."

"Matulog ka kaya. Mahirap yung walang tulog. Maaga pa'ng pasok mo bukas."
"Eh... marami pa 'kong gagawin noh."
"Kung hindi ka matutulog, hindi na rin ako matutulog."
"Nge... natulog ka na ba?"
"Hindi pa nga ako nagdi-dinner eh."
"Ano?! Ano ka ba?! Kumain ka nga!"
"Wag na... wala akong gana."
"Wushuu... nakausap mo lang, wala ka nang gana. Dapat nga mas ganahan ka eh."
"Tinatamad ako... matutulog na lang ako pagkatapos nating mag-usap."
"Kumain ka." Tonong nagbabanta na.
"Ayoko ngang magligpit."
"Eh di bukas mo ligpitin!"
"Sabaw kaya yun... papagalitan ako."
"Wala bang tinapay dyan?"
"Walang tinapay dito."
"Kumain ka nga eh."
"Mamaya na lang ako kakain paggising."
"Bahala ka... matulog kang gutom." Pause. "Sige na nga, thirty minutes. Tapos tulog ka na."
"Sige."

Kwento pa.

"Hoy alas tres na. Tulog ka na."
"OK."
"Kumain ka."
"'Yaan mo na. Matutulog na 'ko. Walang gigising sa 'kin bukas."
"Mag-alarm ka. Sige, tulog ka na..."

Nanaginip ako. Lahat ng teleponong hawakan ko, sya yung nasa kabilang linya.

Pagpatak ng alas syete: "oi gcng na"

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