Is it ok to not be a friend to a friend without them knowing?

I've been thinking about friends and other friends and their stories about their friends, and I couldn't help but wonder....

"Can you stop being friends with your friend just cause?"

Just cause you have a difference in opinions, just cause you have different priorities now, just cause the jokes doesn't seem that funny anymore... just cause you've moved on but they haven't... or is it your fault you're feeling this way?

Why do friends fight? Doesn't it start with a little misunderstanding that someone just thought of it as a big deal? Isn't it? I wonder how those friends become friends again... Quite intriguing...

How can you be friends with someone when they haven't tried anything to keep in contact with you? When you did try to reach out but all you got back was dead air... Is it still your fault to feel this way? I wonder how many chances you're willing to give, how many jokes you're willing to fake a smile, how may times you have to suppress your feelings so you don't hurt someone else's, how many conversations you have to start, drive and finish...before you realise that the same topic comes back and you all laugh at the same stupid joke as the last gathering...

When you're feeling down and sad and you try to talk to a friend and they don't respond back.. how should you react when they don't have time for you but you have all the time for them? It doesn't necessarily mean that they are important for you than you are for them..... Or is it?

Friends they say complete the other half of your wing so you can fly together... Uhm... Sure... What if they take your wing with them and they fly away with out you?? What would you do??

SG

going to singapore soon!! woohoo!!!

Moving Out!!

I finally found a house!!

I'm Moving out!!!!!!

Independence here I come!!!!!

Well........ technically I've been independent since I moved here in Australia but that doesn't really mean I'm independent.. Did that make sense?? Well, let me explain, it's because I've been living with family and they have been providing most of the things I need.

A house, a bed, a tv, a fridge, food, etc etc...

But now, I'm really going to be alone... (well.. with my cousin Michael but no adults!!)

Now that I think about it, its a bit scary..

I was taking photos of the house today, so when we move out, we can prove that the marks on the walls were there before we moved in, that there was a crack there, that the shower door has a crack, that there are only 3 down lights instead of 4 as stated on the contract thingy... Well, you pretty much get the picture, I just wanted proof of everything before all our things arrive!

Hang on, "things".. I don't even own anything!!!

Haha!!

Silly me, I tried to buy a bed today but I wasn't approved, stupid expensive loan.. I guess it's God saying, "Don't buy too much, you can't afford it for now" Good thing that happened.. got sad for a while but after a few minutes I was ok again.. I think I picked the wrong bed, expensive doesn't really mean better for my back! Haha! I think I'm about to change my mind!! Haha!!

Shopping this weekend!! Yiipppeee!!

Anyway, I'm glad July 1 I can take Cupid and live with him!! I'm so stoked with that!! Woohoo!! Things will get better when I have everything at home.. A Bed, tv, fridge, washing machine.. It's going to be awesome!!

Oh well.. Enough about the house.. I'm about to go on my first ever Overseas Holiday!! Yippee!!!!

Much love from Perth,
k00pid

Inspiration

What inspires you?

Songs, movies, poems, can inspire me... It changes the way I think about things when I read something meaningful.

When I was younger and new to the internet having signatures at the bottom of every email was "a must" I don't know if it still matters now so every now and then, I think it was in grade 4 when having an email address was compulsory.

I have a few I can remember:

“Life is not about the breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away”

This line made me daydream a lot... I tried to recall what moments took my breath away, what times made me say “Awwwwhhhhh”.. What scenes made me teary eyed... and what movies made me cry... Still amidst all the daydreaming, I couldn’t remember a specific “moment”. Was something wrong with me that I can’t feel strong emotion towards something mushy? Are my “moments” too common to take my breath away?

Then I really thought about it, I was just kidding myself. There were a lot of moments that took my breath away. The simple things that made me smirk, and laugh to myself. The common things that made me remember with the thought that “hey, I want that to happen to me when I get older”

Like how a guy tries everything just to get a girls attention. How he asks all her friends for “tips” on how to get her to like him. When an elderly couple goes to the mall and both of them walking slowly because they both have arthritis and yet, they still have the sweetness when you see them holding hands I want to have that. Even now, it makes me smile..

“Everybody smiles in the same language”

Now that’s an easy one. It shows that we are all living in the same world, breathing the same air. We shouldn’t discriminate. We should be together in peace.

How about songs that inspired you?

How about the poems?

How about the text messages?

Have you thought about what inspires you?

Oh Crappy Day

Crappy day, what a [inset swear word here] day.

It's one of those days that even if you started your day with a smile, you can't expect it to flow through the day. I rarely get offended with people say to me. (Well, at least that's what I think..)Anyway, eversince I started working, I felt better when I work with men. They seem to careless about what they say, and say it as it is. I've been lucky enough to work with guys that didn't take advantage. They even appreciated my work so I loved working with them it didn't matter the pay. I only moved if it really called for, like the company closed it's Australian office, like I had to move interstate, like there wasn't any favourable transportation at night. Those kind of things. But all in all, I loved working, I considered myself lucky cause when I wake up each day, I actually wanted to go to work. Considering the long trip to work, it didn't matter because I liked what I did. I also liked the fact that I'm the youngest so, I felt invincible in a way. I always had my way and learned from my mistakes without really getting the shits from the boss.

Well, that changed NOW. Eversince I reported to this new girl at work. What a [insert swear word again] tragedy. I am learning a lot but the way I'm learning is not how I focus. It's more learning from being nagged... that's the worst way to learn. I am a fast learner but learning with her doesn't seem to be going anywhere and she's considered to take on another admin person to "help out" because we're going to be "busy because it's the end of financial year". Yeah right psycho, it was as if she was telling me indirectly that I'm not fast enough so we need somebody else to help out. I guess everyone can see a different reason to how she said it, what she was trying to say and what she really meant. But for all I care is that, I'm doing my job right, I know what I'm doing is helpful to the guys and I know one way or another they appreciate what I'm doing for them.

I think it's silly to share my thoughts over this blog, but it's just burning inside me that I needed some words out of my brain so it can occupy more swear words. It's how I can release frustration and anger I guess. But everything else was ok. I had the same laughter with the other guys, ate chocolate with my cubicle buddy, had spicy tuna and rice for lunch yum! and bought my ticket for my holiday in June!

Another thing I'm crappy about is how they don't let dogs in houses. What kind of cruelty is that! I wish I had a house already. Just a normal, small house with floorboards or tiles and a small backyard for Cupid during the day. He can stay inside when I'm there he doesn't shed anyway. He gets groomed every 4 weeks and bath depends on his situation. I miss walking with him and feeding him everyday. Oh, how 6 months have passed.

Have you ever seen a dog pull on his leash while walking with his owner in the park because its so excited to be out of the house? That's what I'm feeling, that I'm struggling to get out and just want to be out there with Cupid. I really wish I can have a house I can rent.

Oh, what a crappy day.

ten things you don't know about me

1. i CAN stop eating chocolate.. if i need to..
2. im secretly OCD.. HAHA!!!
3. i can't sleep without 2 pillows.. (at least!)
4. mas nakakatulog ako agad pag nakatapat sa paa ko ung fan...
5. shopping is not my thing..
6. if i was to choose with thai food or japanese food, id go japanese food hands down! woohoo!
7. my brother has his own web dev business
8. i can make the best nachos! *wink*wink*
9. i want to be a flight attendant
10. i miss jollibee!!!

Death of a Grandfather

Why do people have to die? Always the question when someone in your family dies, I recently lost someone I was close to, my grandfather left us last September 28,2007. I still say recently eventhough it's been almost 7 months because I dont think that memory will fade away.


My grandfather was a layminister for our Parish in the Philippines. He would be "serving" every Tuesday and Thursday at 6:30am and Sunday's at 5pm. He was never ever late. My grandfather was there about 20-30 minutes early to help out set up and be sure everything is all ok.



That made going to church unbearable for the next few weeks. Everytime I see a church or going inside a church, I'd be fighting back the tears. In Resurrection, all layministers would go beside the priest during the song Our Father.. So in my mind, whenever I see church I would automatically think, Daddy singing, praising the Lord at the top of his voice singing the Our Father... and soon he would be serving the body of Christ.. but no... it's not going to happen anymore...




Daddy Mat as we all call him has been an inspiration, has been my inspiration. He lived a simple life, simple needs, simple food, simple clothing, simple everything. Daddy was always there to help, he was there when I was a teenager and we didn't have a maid anymore and someone needed to look after me, I would be dropped off at their house and my parents would pick me up after their work. So that afternoon, I would eat merienda with my Daddy and watch TV with him. Fondest memories? Hmm... there's a lot, but I remember the feeling of happiness everytime I remember Daddy.




I remember when I was about 5 or 6, during Christmas when all the gifts have been given and its time to give out money, we would line up to Daddy and he would give me a whole heap of 5peso bills! As a young one, I thought I was rich already! That I could buy practically anything I want! But I always gave it to my parents so I can put it in my bank account and all that.. But about an inch thickness of 5 peso bills! Haha!! My Daddy loves to whistle at night, he whistles anything, although I dont know the tunes he whistles to, everytime I see him he'd be smiling.. My Daddy also loved walking, he takes public transport all the time and doesn't even complain one bit!



My Daddy is special in every way but the most memorable of all would be his voice. He has this grandfather voice, that when he talks to you and tell you its going to be ok, even though you think its the end of the world, you'll actually believe him. I can still hear him everytime he answers the phone and its for Mommy, he'll shout and say "Mommmeeeeeeee!!" then Mommy would reply back "Honeeeeey!!" Damn.... I miss his voice...



There is no other way to end a conversation with Daddy except for the words I love you, he sees to it that every phone call, those would be his last words... Daddy will always be remembered as the Man who was always there....