The Abnormal Power of Love

You can stay up all night texting your BF/GF

But not for tomorrow's exam

You can wash the dishes and sweep the floor when your

BF/GF is coming over

But cannot when your Mom asks you to do so

You listen to your BF/GF's endless stories

But not when your Dad advises you to come home early

You'd rather spend the whole day with your BF/GF

But not with your parents who have spent half

their lives making sure that you grow perfectly

You love your BF/GF more than your parents when they

have ceased loving their own selves just to show how entire their love is for you.

That is the POWER of LOVE.

But that's a little off.

TO THE READER (nonexistent)

The title of this blog is just so stupid.

And I'm pathetic.

No one's reading my blogs, anyway.

WHY PUBLICIZE?!

What's so interesting about my life, really?

My life is NO fun

I'm NO fun myself

Who would follow a NO fun blogger like me?

Oh gosh, life's hard.

This is one of those times when shrinking to the center of the Earth is the easiest.

Gravity's pulling me down.

UH NO- not gravity. that's my self-esteem.

FTW!

Way To Start The End Of The World

I feel extremely bad today. I think I'm having a really bad day and this SUCKS because it's the first day of the year. This isn't a good way to start and not really the best topic to talk about but it just sucks and I can't help but get it off my nerves. 

Woke up (fine actually) with my cat biting off my remaining flesh away.

Got up and went straight to get my camera.

Went back to bed and viewed the photos taken the night before.

I got up again, now I went straight to the computer and uploaded the photos.

I heard my mother mumbling about new year and the house being dirty and us not keeping it clean.

It wasn't long though when I finished uploading the photos when my camera fell (HIGH) from on top of the lower bookshelf down the (HARD) floor--- broken. 

I was like-- oh my. I'm dead.

And then I heard mother yelling at me and lecturing about how it fell and why the heck did I put the cam there when I should have placed it on a surface a little nearer from the floor, she did repeat that for like a hundred times plus one.

I felt bad about it, at me being stupid and about my mother being mad.

I KNOW RIGHT, it's all my fault.

Sometimes, SHIT HAPPENS.

This isn't actually about the camera being broken or me being stupid.

This is about WORTH.

That cam is worth thousands of pesos. 

I felt bad, really. I was yelled at. I'm stupid.

Now, how much do I worth after that?

Maybe thousands less than that camera. That non-living camera that doesn't even know how to wash those dirty dishes. That non-living camera that doesn't even know what it feels like to be just a pathetic second rate trying hard, copycat.

Hello 2012.

HAPPY NEW YEAR. boom.

Dear Santa

        You know how much I love receiving gifts from you every Christmas even though I know very well that you’re just some big imaginary creature that parents use to push their children to be good or else Santa won’t have gifts for them. I’d have to confess that I did believe in you one Christmas when I stayed up the whole night expecting to see you climb down the roof and down the tall window of my grandmother’s house in the province. I saw no traces of you and then I fell asleep, but I did wake up with gifts on the foot of the bed and outside the window in the living room. Maybe you just didn’t make it, did you? Or is it because there was no chimney in Lola’s house?

        

                                                                                Love,

                                                                                AIRA

She's Tryna Be Nice You See

Meet NoToothbrushSinceBirth

She's pretty much enjoyin lookin at the camera. She'd been doin that for almost 30 minutes already I guessed until I saw her and asked her to leave my seat or she'll drive my Facebook friends away. She's so cute though. Cute lil creature.

One of those Legends.

Filipinos are really great story tellers. (chismosas are included) Halos yata lahat ng prutas at gulay may pinanggalingan-- may Alamat. (Legend)


(Lets go back reminiscing)


I remember Kuya arriving from school, naghihimutok. Sabi nya napagalitan sya ng English professor nya.
They were having a fun discussion he joked something about "tortang talong" his professor got mad and asked him to show her a legend of this talong he was joking about or else he won't pass the class.
We surfed the internet for the legend since I really don't know anything about it when I am a big Filipino book reader. Unfortunately, we found none. we saw no traces of talong's legend except for this nasty story with a touch of green-mindedness.


And so I ended up writing one. Here it goes.

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In a far away barrio there lived a handsome young man named Telong. Almost every woman in their barrio wanted to marry him because aside from being so good-looking, his family owned the biggest tobacco plantation. Everything would've been perfect if only Telong was not so aggressive. All the compliments he received went into his big head and started to look at himself as the "authority." He never listened to anyone else and whoever gets in the way will surely taste the fury of his rock-like fist. Telong became very good in handling their land. he believed that his aggressiveness contributed in his success. But his parents were getting old and they started to worry about their son's condition. They feared that the day would come and Telong will eventually regret every bad thing he has done, it wasn't long that they realized they weren't wrong after all.

Two weeks after the death of Telong's father, he was supervising the  plantation when he saw one of his field workers sitting under the shade of a big mango tree in the middle of a long working day. Telong got really mad and hurriedly approached him. The worker was startled as he felt Telong's fist buried his left sweaty cheek He cried aloud but the angry boss kicked him harder on the face. The same one he usually does to his other workers. Blood and purple marks were left on the poor worker and he cursed, "I WISH YOU CAN FEEL THE PAIN. I HOPE ONE DAY YOU'LL WAKE UP AND FEEL THE SAME WAY--THESE PURPLE MARKS ALL OVER YOUR FACE AND DRAINED FROM BLOOD." But Telong just laughed and yelled at him to go back to work and just walked away as if nothing happened.

The next morning, Telong was gone. Weeks passed but not one in the barrio ever heard of him. His mother mourned in desperation and tried to look for her son everywhere. The barrio people decided to make rounds and look for the missing Telong but he was nowhere to be found. Until one day, Telong's battered worker saw an unusual plant growing not so far from the tobacco field. It stood up from the ground with hairy leaves and bearing a fruit in deep purple. He then immediately informed Telong's mother and confessed everything that happened between him and her son weeks ago. Including how he unintentionally cursed him. The mother wept and said, "It was never your fault. I know it happened for a reason and that's a lesson he'll keep forever." Since then the plant which was believed to be Telong was later on called Talong.

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I guess I have to give the credits to my brother's professor, if not for her, the Legend of Talong won't be put to life. 


Anyway you know what happened? 
His professor forgot about it.


crap. 

What do I really mean?

Ngayon ko lang yata ulit naisip, ba't kaya Aira pangalan ko?

I remember when I was 5, I had this homework that asked where my parents got my name. I don't know why but I went to school with this homework undone so i just copied my seat mate's work saying "My name came from my Grandmother." (Eh, Teodora pangalan ng lola ko sa father's side, tapos Thelma naman sa mother's side, panong naging Aira? let's just say -ra from Teodara, okay so how about -ai. c'mon, buti na lang hindi tinanong ng teacher ko. yari pala ko.)  Wondered where mine's from. I went back home and asked mother why my name's my name and remember her answering me, "Kay Sharon Cuneta." And I was like, really? I didn't ask further though.

When I turned older I asked her again, "Mama san nga ulit galing pangalan ko?"

Still she answered "Kay Sharon Cuneta."

And I was like "Ba't kay Sharon, mama?"

Nagkwento sya.

Kasi daw, nasa "tyan" niya ko no'n, e lumabas sila ni Papa, get away. Nanood sine. (sa sine lang pala)

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1993 Movie: Ngayon at Kailanman
Sharon Cuneta as Ayra Noche


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s i g g g g g h


LONELY WORLD WHY? of all people ba't si Sharon Cuneta pa.
Pero sige okay lang.
Okay na, kesa naman kay Diamond Star, worse kay Ate Guy.



:)