Showing posts with label literary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label literary. Show all posts

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

All different girls

By: Sabrina Smith

Pretty girl, who is to blame
Frightened girl, they don’t know her name
Saddened girl, who cries at night
Distant girl, who’s out of sight
Psycho girl, with scars on her wrists
Fairytale girl, who don’t exist
Silent girl, without a name
Ignored girl, who’s filled with shame
Faking girl, with plastic smiles
Freakish girl, from a thousand miles
Emotionless girl, cant feel much pain
Darkened girl, who brings the rain
Crying girl, tears start to flood
Psychotic girl, who drains her blood
Hated girl, who no one loves
Such a weak girl, who’s no longer though
Angry girl, there is no cure
Happy girl, she is no more
Hidden girl, she covers her scars
Prisoned girl, lived behind her life’s bars
Crazy girl, who bleeds so much
Lonely girl, who’s out of touch
Stupid girl, who no one likes
Beaten girl, who always fights
Pretty girl, don’t give up now
Suicide girl, there’s someway, somehow
Scared girl, don’t be afraid
Distant girl, don’t go away
Morbid girl, don’t die tonight
Worried girl, it'll be alright
Stoner girl, tonight she'll smoke her sorrow
Alcoholic girl, she'll drink tomorrow
Furious girl, who has no more faith
Depressed girl, who cries and aches
Fallen girl, with broken wings
Disturbed girl, fell off the swing
Pretty girl, you are my friend
Aching girl, just try to mend
Ugly girl, not like before
Beautiful girl, she is no more
Pretty girl, who made her life end
Pretty again...


Just wanna share to you this simple but effective quote I just read somewhere over the net.

Which kind of different girl are you?

-Tinay xx

Monday, June 18, 2012

Date a Girl Who Reads

Read this post a while ago. Someone from my Facebook timeline posted it and it def caught my attention. Had to read it and share it with you lovely readers. :)

Read it first then I will tell you how I relate myself to it. Go on.


“Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”

I read it from this site by Rosemarie Urquico.

Lovely, isn't it? :)

Maybe most of you know that I myself is a wide reader. I post a lot about books I buy, books I read and books I want to read.

Here, let me show you some of the books I arranged on my table yesterday.

While this is how it looks like now.

Let's go back to the article. It basically describes me. Like where it says about the proposal thingy. I seriously want my man to propose himself for me at a rock concert. That's my dream proposal. Totoo at walang harong biro. Someone on formspring already asked me what kind of proposal I want and I answered, at a rock concert. Because that totally rocks!

Plus the coffee and the books, it's so me. :)

And by the way, I also write. Hahaha. Besides my blog, I write fictions, but not that much. My first fiction isn't even half way. Still a beginner.

I am a certified girl-who-reads. Are you too?

-Tinay xx

Monday, April 16, 2012

25 Tasks for Self Esteem

Task/Day 1: Do not say anything bad about yourself all day.

Task/Day 2: Do not say anything bad about anyone else all day.

Task/Day 3: Look at yourself in the mirror. Don’t leave until you find five beautiful things. List them.

Task/Day 4: Listen to an uplifting sing each time you feel bad about yourself or think bad thoughts. Count the number of

times you have to do this.

Task/Day 5: Compliment yourself three times, each time you have a bad thought.

Task/Day 6: Show a part of your body that you are uncomfortable with.

Task/Day 7: Hug your friends and family.

Task/Day 8: Smile today. Remember, you’re beautiful inside and out.

Task/Day 9: Say “thank you” when someone says nice things to you. Say something nice back.

Task/Day 10: Don’t reject or downplay any thoughts or ideas you have. You’re not “stupid”.

Task/Day 11: Sing a song out loud to yourself, but not a sad song. The happiest song you can think of.

Task/Day 12: List five things you’re proud of.

Task/Day 13: List five “facts” about yourself. Ask two close friends to comment on all of your thoughts.

Task/Day 14: Think of three people you compare yourself to. STOP IT.

Task/Day 15: List ten good qualities about your personality.

Task/Day 16: Think of five bad things you’ve done, or big mistakes you’ve made. It’s time to forgive yourself.

Task/Day 17: Don’t say anything bad about yourself again. You do this too much, so you have to repeat this task.

Task/Day 18: Give every person you talk to a compliment.

Task/Day 19: Do things you love ALL day. DO NOT to anything you truly hate.

Task/Day 20: Praise yourself 10 times. List these praises. Don’t feel like you are bragging. You deserve this.

Task/Day 21: Think of five good things you’ve done. Remember THEM.

Task/Day 22: Look people in the eye. Why? You’ll learn more about them by seeing their faces.

Task/Day 23: Read an uplifting poem or book and think of it if you get down on yourself.

Task/Day 24: Let yourself experience the feelings you’ve always denied yourself.

Task/Day 25: Remember those good feelings and thoughts? Keep them. Forever.


Found this also on tumblr. These might help you to find your self esteem. Why don't you start with day 1 and see what happens? :)

-Tinay xx

5 Signs You're Headed for a Breakup

If your guy is suddenly saying no to potato chips and yes to the gym, you might want to ponder with whom, exactly, he’s envisioning sharing this revamped physique — it might not be you. And if you’ve been spending more time working out lately, you also might be contemplating the single life, according to a new study.

1. You don’t have anything to talk about. If you find yourself bored and disinterested, or feel like he’s not putting as much effort into conversations as he used to, Kerner says you’re in shaky territory.

2. You don’t care about the people who are important to him (and vice versa). If either of you starts showing a real lack of interest in your partner’s friends and family, or stops making an effort to do things that are important to the other person, that’s a clear sign at least one of you is checking out.

3. Someone’s suddenly a workaholic. ”Throwing yourself into work and making yourself a lot less accessible than you used to be,” says Kerner, “or doing anything, really, that upsets the schedule and rhythm the two of you might have established together” — is a clear warning sign.

4. You only seem to hang out in big groups. When romantic dinners for two turn into endless occasions for socializing, chances are there’s a reason you’re avoiding intimate moments as a couple.

5. You’re not supporting each other. Is he making underhanded or passive aggressive comments that chip away at your confidence and self-esteem? Or do you find yourself belittling him in front of his friends or denigrating his ideas? In a healthy couple, each partner has the other’s back.


I just found this on tumblr. Thought of sharing this to my readers. It might be helpful you know. :)

-Tinay xx

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

True Love pt.4

It's been so long since I posted an excerpt from Robert Fulgrum's True Love. Here's my 4th favorite love story. While here's the other 3, pt1 pt2 pt3

Actually, I haven't finish the book yet and that makes me such a loser, I know.  I only have like 30 pages left. I must finish this on Monday! Swear. Anywaaaaaaay.

          My mother is forty-five and I'm twenty-five. She and my dad met and married and had me while they were still in college, and as far as I know, they've had a good marriage and a good life.

          When she was going back to her twenty-fifth high school reunion a couple of years ago, she got out her high school yearbook and all her keepsakes from those years and showed them to me. I was amazed to see how much my mom and I looked alike at the same age. We went through the whole yearbook. When she came to one boy's picture, she began to cry.

          The boy's name was Benny, and she went steady with him for three years. They were madly in love, but her parents and his parents were against the relationship because he was Jewish and her parents were Baptists. Benny and my mom wanted to run away together or elope and get married or at least go to the same college. Their parents arranged things so they would go to colleges on the opposite side of the country. Benny and my mom tried to keep things going, but it didn't work. Mom fell in love with my dad, and Benny went to medical school and became a flight surgeon in the air force.

          They met again at the reunion. I don't know what happened. My mom didn't talk about how she felt about seeing him. But I did find out he wasn't married. About a year ago, my mom gave a dinner party and invited me to come and meet some old friends of hers from high school days. When I walked into the living room, I saw one of the most attractive men I've ever seen. Truly tall, dark and handsome. He was introduced to me as Dr. Benjamin --------.

          He was my mom's Benny. And it was love at first sight for him and me.

          To make a long story short, we had a wonderful romance. We kept it a secret at first. It seemed such a crazy thing. We even went to see a psychologist and a marriage counselor. I wanted to make sure it was really me he loved and not my mom. Finally, we decided to get married. We told his parents first, and they said it was fate. When we told mom, she cried and got hysterical and then she laughed. I think both she and my dad are relieved at the way things turned out.

          We got married two months ago. So far, so good. Only time will tell if we did the right thing, but that's true of any marriage. He may have been my mom's Benny once, but he's my Benny now.

-- S.F.G., Louisvillle, KY

The story's a little creepy but hey if it's true love then why not? :)

-Tinay xx


Saturday, February 4, 2012

30 Things to Stop Doing to Yourself

  1. Stop spending time with the wrong people. – Life is too short to spend time with people who suck the happiness out of you.  If someone wants you in their life, they’ll make room for you.  You shouldn’t have to fight for a spot.  Never, ever insist yourself to someone who continuously overlooks your worth.  And remember, it’s not the people that stand by your side when you’re at your best, but the ones who stand beside you when you’re at your worst that are your true friends.
  2. Stop running from your problems. – Face them head on.  No, it won’t be easy.  There is no person in the world capable of flawlessly handling every punch thrown at them.  We aren’t supposed to be able to instantly solve problems.  That’s not how we’re made.  In fact, we’re made to get upset, sad, hurt, stumble and fall.  Because that’s the whole purpose of living – to face problems, learn, adapt, and solve them over the course of time.  This is what ultimately molds us into the person we become.
  3. Stop lying to yourself. – You can lie to anyone else in the world, but you can’t lie to yourself.  Our lives improve only when we take chances, and the first and most difficult chance we can take is to be honest with ourselves.
  4. Stop putting your own needs on the back burner. – The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.  Yes, help others; but help yourself too.  If there was ever a moment to follow your passion and do something that matters to you, that moment is now.
  5. Stop trying to be someone you’re not. – One of the greatest challenges in life is being yourself in a world that’s trying to make you like everyone else.  Someone will always be prettier, someone will always be smarter, someone will always be younger, but they will never be you.  Don’t change so people will like you.  Be yourself and the right people will love the real you.
  6. Stop trying to hold onto the past. – You can’t start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading your last one.
  7. Stop being scared to make a mistake. – Doing something and getting it wrong is at least ten times more productive than doing nothing.  Every success has a trail of failures behind it, and every failure is leading towards success.  You end up regretting the things you did NOT do far more than the things you did.
  8. Stop berating yourself for old mistakes. – We may love the wrong person and cry about the wrong things, but no matter how things go wrong, one thing is for sure, mistakes help us find the person and things that are right for us.  We all make mistakes, have struggles, and even regret things in our past.  But you are not your mistakes, you are not your struggles, and you are here NOW with the power to shape your day and your future.  Every single thing that has ever happened in your life is preparing you for a moment that is yet to come.
  9. Stop trying to buy happiness. – Many of the things we desire are expensive.  But the truth is, the things that really satisfy us are totally free – love, laughter and working on our passions.
  10. Stop exclusively looking to others for happiness. – If you’re not happy with who you are on the inside, you won’t be happy in a long-term relationship with anyone else either.  You have to create stability in your own life first before you can share it with someone else.
  11. Stop being idle. – Don’t think too much or you’ll create a problem that wasn’t even there in the first place.  Evaluate situations and take decisive action.  You cannot change what you refuse to confront.  Making progress involves risk.  Period!  You can’t make it to second base with your foot on first.
  12. Stop thinking you’re not ready. – Nobody ever feels 100% ready when an opportunity arises.  Because most great opportunities in life force us to grow beyond our comfort zones, which means we won’t feel totally comfortable at first.
  13. Stop getting involved in relationships for the wrong reasons.– Relationships must be chosen wisely.  It’s better to be alone than to be in bad company.  There’s no need to rush.  If something is meant to be, it will happen – in the right time, with the right person, and for the best reason. Fall in love when you’re ready, not when you’re lonely.
  14. Stop rejecting new relationships just because old ones didn’t work. – In life you’ll realize that there is a purpose for everyone you meet.  Some will test you, some will use you and some will teach you.  But most importantly, some will bring out the best in you.
  15. Stop trying to compete against everyone else. – Don’t worry about what others are doing better than you.  Concentrate on beating your own records every day.  Success is a battle between YOU and YOURSELF only.
  16. Stop being jealous of others. – Jealousy is the art of counting someone else’s blessings instead of your own.  Ask yourself this:  “What’s something I have that everyone wants?”
  17. Stop complaining and feeling sorry for yourself. – Life’s curveballs are thrown for a reason – to shift your path in a direction that is meant for you.  You may not see or understand everything the moment it happens, and it may be tough.  But reflect back on those negative curveballs thrown at you in the past.  You’ll often see that eventually they led you to a better place, person, state of mind, or situation.  So smile!  Let everyone know that today you are a lot stronger than you were yesterday, and you will be.
  18. Stop holding grudges. – Don’t live your life with hate in your heart.  You will end up hurting yourself more than the people you hate.  Forgiveness is not saying, “What you did to me is okay.”  It is saying, “I’m not going to let what you did to me ruin my happiness forever.”  Forgiveness is the answer… let go, find peace, liberate yourself!  And remember, forgiveness is not just for other people, it’s for you too.  If you must, forgive yourself, move on and try to do better next time.
  19. Stop letting others bring you down to their level. – Refuse to lower your standards to accommodate those who refuse to raise theirs.
  20. Stop wasting time explaining yourself to others. – Your friends don’t need it and your enemies won’t believe it anyway.  Just do what you know in your heart is right.
  21. Stop doing the same things over and over without taking a break. – The time to take a deep breath is when you don’t have time for it.  If you keep doing what you’re doing, you’ll keep getting what you’re getting.  Sometimes you need to distance yourself to see things clearly.
  22. Stop overlooking the beauty of small moments. – Enjoy the little things, because one day you may look back and discover they were the big things.  The best portion of your life will be the small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to you.
  23. Stop trying to make things perfect. – The real world doesn’t reward perfectionists, it rewards people who get things done.
  24. Stop following the path of least resistance. – Life is not easy, especially when you plan on achieving something worthwhile.  Don’t take the easy way out.  Do something extraordinary.
  25. Stop acting like everything is fine if it isn’t. – It’s okay to fall apart for a little while.  You don’t always have to pretend to be strong, and there is no need to constantly prove that everything is going well.  You shouldn’t be concerned with what other people are thinking either – cry if you need to – it’s healthy to shed your tears.  The sooner you do, the sooner you will be able to smile again.
  26. Stop blaming others for your troubles. – The extent to which you can achieve your dreams depends on the extent to which you take responsibility for your life.  When you blame others for what you’re going through, you deny responsibility – you give others power over that part of your life.
  27. Stop trying to be everything to everyone. – Doing so is impossible, and trying will only burn you out.  But making one person smile CAN change the world.  Maybe not the whole world, but their world.  So narrow your focus.
  28. Stop worrying so much. – Worry will not strip tomorrow of its burdens, it will strip today of its joy.  One way to check if something is worth mulling over is to ask yourself this question: “Will this matter in one year’s time?  Three years?  Five years?”  If not, then it’s not worth worrying about.
  29. Stop focusing on what you don’t want to happen. – Focus on what you do want to happen.  Positive thinking is at the forefront of every great success story.  If you awake every morning with the thought that something wonderful will happen in your life today, and you pay close attention, you’ll often find that you’re right.
  30. Stop being ungrateful. – No matter how good or bad you have it, wake up each day thankful for your life.  Someone somewhere else is desperately fighting for theirs.  Instead of thinking about what you’re missing, try thinking about what you have that everyone else is missing.


-Tinay xx

Monday, December 26, 2011

True Love pt.3

Keeping myself busy by reading Robert Fulgrum's book True Love.

Borrowed this book from She. Thank you for lending me! I promise to return this on the first day of classes. Sorry for the huge delay. :)

          This is really my mother's love story. I asked her to tell you, but she's too shy. It's too good not to pass on. It explains why me brother and I say we owe our existence to peanuts.

          When she graduated from high school my mother had everything going for her but one. She was pretty, smart, and came from a well-to-do family, but she was terminally shy, especially around men. Boys didn't like to take her out because she was so quiet. She went off to the small college her mother went to and to please her mother, she agreed to be rushed by her mother's sorority. At the first rush party, she sat out of sight at one end of a room, in a corner by a table that had snacks on it. She ate a lot of peanuts out of nervousness.

          She began to notice a waiter, who seemed to be as shy as she. He never said anything, but he was taking care of her. He kept her glass filled with nonalcoholic punch and he kept her peanut bowl full. From time to time their eyes met and they smiled at each other.

          When the dancing started and the party got rowdy, she walked into the kitchen and out the back door to escape. As she was going down the alley, she heard someone calling, "Wait, wait, please wait." It was the waiter, running down the alley after her with a paper bag in his hands. They stood in awkward silence, just smiling. Then he reached into the bag, pulled out a whole can of peanuts and offered them to her and said, "I only wish they were pearls."

          He ran back up the alley and into the sorority house.

          Well, one thing led to another.

          Twenty-five years later, on the silver wedding anniversary of my mother and the waiter (my father), he gave her a sterling silver jar marked "peanuts." She thought that was the gift and was really pleased. But there was more. When she lifted the lid, inside was a string of pearls.

          No gift ever pleased her more. She wore those pearls as her only jewelry for years. When my father was killed in a traffic accident, she put the silver peanut can in his coffin with him. I've never seen her wear the pearls since. I think I know where they are, but I'm too shy to ask.

-Marilyn, Tacoma, WA

Lovely isn't it? :'>

-Tinay xx


Thursday, December 22, 2011

True Love pt.2

Got nothing to do today so I decided to continue reading Robert Fulgrum's book entitled True Love. I posted one short story from this book months ago here.

If you want to be all giddy, read ahead. It will only take a few minutes from your time. And I promise, you'll never regret reading this. Go ahead. Help yourself. :'>

          Margery and I were childhood sweethearts dating off-and-on from the time we were thirteen until about age twenty. We were pretty serious about each other. We graduated from high school and our ives changed and separated. She went east to Connecticut and then to college in New Mexico. I went to Ohio, then Hawaii. In time we would marry different people although I would also always consider her my first and strongest love.

          Some fifteen years later (about 1978) my life was a mess. Not the sort of life one would deliberately set out to create.

          I was suffering from chronic alcohol abuse, a disease which runs in my family. I nearly died from withdrawals and subsequently committed myself to a hospital.

         Upon release from the hospital three weeks later, I was physically, emotionally and financially bankrupt. I had no idea what would become of my life.

          In short order, I would legally divorce and take custody of two sons aged nine and ten. I would strike off into single parenthood vowing never again to marry.

          Several weeks after being released from the hospital, I was sitting around with my mother one evening reviewing a box of family photos. I came across a picture of me and my childhood sweetheart taken before a school dance. We were about seventeen and deeply in love at that time.

          I said, "God, why did I have to have that eleven-year marriage. What a disaster. Why couldn't I have married Margery and lived a more normal life instead. I loved her so much. It never even occurred to me to ask her to marry. Why did I have to go through that other marriage: Why did I have to go through all that other stuff?

          "I think I will try to find her," I said to my mother. My mother said, "Maybe you'd better go back to the hospital for awhile. You're not even finished with the divorce you're going through. This is not the time to be thinking about another relationship."

          "Besides that," she added "you haven't seen nor talked to Margery for how long - fifteen years? She's probably happily married, has four children and lives in New Mexico. Forget her and just concentrate on raising those darling boys."

          I reached for the South Bay telephone directory and began looking up people by Margery's maiden name, Southworth. There were a dozen or so of them in the Los Angeles area. I began telephoning them to see if maybe, just maybe I might reach a sister or aunt or someone who might know where she was. I felt very, very strongly about this - compelled to act.

          I did not reach her or a relative that night but I reaffirmed to my mother how strongly I felt that I would be seeing her again.

          The next morning I left Rolling Hills at 7:30 am to cross the Los Angeles basin for Hollywood, where I worked. For no apparent reason I decided to go a different way. I took a left, I headed for the San Diego freeway, a direction I seldom went since it was a long way to get to work.

          As I approached the freeway (along with millions of other commuters), I was stopped by the red light that meters people onto the freeway system there. I waited for the light to change to green.

          While I was waiting a tan van pulled up alongside me and began honking. I couldn't quite see up into the van, but I could tell there was a person with large dark glasses driving.

          She raised her dark glasses up over her forehead and it was her! Margery Southworth! I was stunned. I put my forehead on the steering wheel and began to cry. Then I started to laugh, I just couldn't believe it. The light changed and I had to get on the freeway. I stayed in the right lane and put on my right blinker to get off the freeway. She responded. We were still communicating, I thought.

          We left the freeway and pulled into the parking lot of Mattel Toys. I got out of my car, walked over to her and we gave each other a big hug. We talked and asked each other a few questions (she had been single for fourteen years). I asked for her phone number. Later in that day, I called her and we made arrangements to have dinner the following Friday night.

          Eight months later we had a large wedding on a hilltop overlooking our elementary school and Los Angeles. Sixteen years later we are still happily married living in the Federal Way area.

          We have both accepted this relationship as a gift, a very special gift from God. A miracle.

-Patrick Godfrey, Federal Way, WA

What did I tell you? It's so lovely, isn't it?

If you really are destined to be together, love will find it's way to keep you together. :'>

-Tinay xx


Saturday, December 10, 2011



  • Pick her up and pretend you're going to throw her in the pool. She'll scream and fight you, but secretly, she'll love it.
  • Hold her hand while you talk. Hold her hand when you drive. Just hold her hand.
  • Tell her she looks pretty. Look her in the eyes when you talk to her. Protect her. Tell her stupid jokes.
  • Tickle her, even when she says stop. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her.
  • Let her fall asleep in your arms. 
  • Get her mad, then kiss her. Tease her and let her tease you back. 
  • Kiss her on the cheek. Kiss her on the forehead. Just kiss her.
  • Let her wear your clothes.
  • Go slow.
  • Don't push anything. 
  • When you fall in love with her, tell her.

-Tinay xx

Friday, November 4, 2011

God knows

God knows you. Be strong! :)

-Tinay xx


Rules for texting a girl

  1. Don't take 40 minutes to reply
    - It will only make the girl feel like you're not having fun exchanging messages with her.

  2. Use good grammar.
    - Education can take you far enough.

  3. Ask questions.
    - Or else she will get bored with you. And also to keep the conversation going.

  4. Use emoticons, but not too many.
    - So you may not sound absurd or sarcastic at times.

  5. Don't make her fall for you unless you love her.
    - In short, wag paasa!
Helpful? :)

-Tinay xx

Friday, October 28, 2011

Date a Guy Who Writes

Date a guy who writes. Date that someone who doesn’t concern too much being the best looking man in the world. The guy who doesn’t toil for minutes or hours in front of the mirror. He spends an ample time in his room, or on a solitary bench in a public park, or on train and bus stations with his pen and notebook formulating the perfect words, putting life in his lines through wordplay, writing the loveliest poems. He doesn’t mind being alone on weekend nights in the back-alleys or risking his life climbing the roof just to have an unobstructed view of the sky, to muse with the stars and summon a conversation with the moon. He doesn’t mind battling the cold that bites his skin as long as he tunes the right melody for the song he’s writing for your anniversary,or a guaranteed chapter entry on his book, that he is anticipating to give you on your birthday. Yes, he doesn’t loathe the fact that he is stuck in that place, in that moment in time, squeezing his brain, while his friends are out there, in the open drinking to the high of weekend parties, dancing in smoke-filled bars and drowning to barrels and barrels of liquors.
Find a guy who writes, a walking cliché of kill-you-with-words, and when you do, make no mistakes letting him go. His wit, his spontaneity, rapture and heart for aesthetics will suffice for all those romanticism you have in mind. Date that someone who doesn’t kill himself in gyms, just to have the perfect body, the manly facade and never go for the too neat, too clean— you will discover over time that it is dragging and lame having a partner, a man who spends on shower threefold longer than you do. Date a guy who doesn’t dream having the Brad Pitt’s face, but the one who reads, learns and writes like of John Keats romance’s. The one who seeks for Stephen King’s thrill and the war stories of Ernest Hemingway. Date a guy who doesn’t give you a litany of promises lost in the haze of cheap talk, date that someone who acts, who makes you feel you are special even before you find yourself versed in one of his poems, resembling one of his story characters. Date that someone who stays with you, dream with you and writes random nothing on your palm or on your arms, because he fears that the words won’t come out right when he starts speaking them.
Date a guy who writes, the one who can skim the oceans in your eyes and write a line about it, that someone who can swim in it just to string those lines to make a stanza and can drown there if that’s all it takes to combine those stanzas into a beautiful work of poetry. Date a guy who can translate the amber glow in your face into haiku and sonnets. That someone who never tires scribbling his pen in dire search for muslin haze for streaks of clarity.
When that guy asks for your hand, give a sureshot “yes”. He sees life in a general scheme and weighs all the options from there, the same way he chooses the right words, the best point of view and perspectives just to incorporate beauty in his writing. Jumping into conclusion is not his game, he probably learned that it is not practical from a thousand fictional dilemma he wrote. And you will not live in monotony and routines, he can put colors in your days the same way he resorts figurative languages, the same way he puts flowers and butterflies in his words. And your leisure times will not be spent on themed parks, signature shops and wherever-transatlantic-cruise that is, spending the money you saved for a year in just one day. He will teach you to appreciate God’s creation and find happiness in the most mundane of things— on the sun rising behind the trees, the music of birds chirping and the dance of leaves in graceful sways, the breeze that kisses your cheek, your face, touching your heart with a magical feel, all the way to your bones, sunsets and silhouettes, the placid sea and the story behind a seagull or a fishing canoe that blemishes the scene. This list can go on forever, and the guy who writes is birthed with utmost appreciation to this, with sheer gratitude and he has an innate understanding that this whole divinity is meant to be shared with someone.
He might get lost in conversations, and becomes remote in an instant, but you are willing to make it up, because you know, at the back of your head that you are already transcending the touches of reality, lost in the not-so-distant world of make believe, living in the beauty and power of imagination, the world behind the written words.

Saw this blog post on my Tumblr dashboard and I want to share it to my readers, especially the ladies. This might help you. :)

-Tinay xx

Monday, October 10, 2011

True Love pt.1

Today I started reading the book my friend She lend me, True Love by Robert Fulghum. Found my self smiling every now and then. I know I can finish the book in one sitting but I don't want to yet.

The book suggests that readers should not read it straight through because it could give you a heartburn. And that the books us best of it is read a few at a time.

This book is actually a compilation of the different love stories of real people. What Fulghum did was to put a sign that says "Tell me a short love story and I will buy you a coffee and make you famous" in some coffee shops. And people started to crowd and share their own love story. These people's love stories made up this book.

I read 3 short love stories already and I want to share to you my favorite among these three. I was all "awwww" after reading it and I want you to feel the same way as I did. :)

          When I was a junior in college I took a course in the writing of D.H. Lawrence. I know this sounds really stupid, but I thought this was about Lawrence of Arabia, you know - the eccentric British desert warrior guy. I had seen the movie and I wanted to be him. I was not fully alert in college.

          I went down to the local used book store to get everything they had. I was a little surprised by the titles: The Rainbow, Women in Love, Sons and Lovers, and lady Chatterley's Lover. There was a side of Lawrence of Arabia I didn't know about. The clerk explained. Whoa. Bad news, but I had registered for the course and now I had the books and I needed the credits, so I was stuck. I went home to read.

          Like a lot of college students, I bought used books hoping someone else would already underlined the important stuff. The Lawrence books I bought were thoroughly underlined, and when I flipped through and read some of the paragraphs about making out, I was blown away. This was really hot stuff. To hell with the other Lawrence and the desert, this Lawrence was my kind of guy. And I figured that any girls who were taking this course would be my kind of girls.

          All the books I bought had the same female name in the front. I figured this girl must have taken the course and then sold the books. She really knew what to underline - not only the juicy parts, but the really beautiful passages that were about love, not just sex. I looked her name up in the telephone book and she was there. I figured I'd just call her up and see what happened. I was hoping for anything from a date of the papers she had written. College guys play all the angles.

          I called her up, introduced myself and told her what I wanted. Whoa, again. She was not a girl but a retired college professor of English literature. These books were extras she had sold when she moved to a smaller apartment. She laughed and said she would be glad to have a date with me and she would explain about Lawrence and tell me how to pass the course.

          We liked each other right away. She lived alone and her eyes were failing. She said if I would drive her to the grocery store once a week, she would tutor me in Lawrence. During that semester she woke me up about love and sexuality and women. I spent a lot of time with her. I'm a better man because of her. A long time later I told her if she had been 20 instead of 70 I would have asked her to marry me. She said she would have accepted. She's dead now. I still have her books and her wisdom and her kind love. I got an A in the course, too.

-as told to R.F.

See? That was so lovely. :'>

The next time I got to read another wonderful love story, I'll never hesitate to share it with you readers. :)

-Tinay xx

Friday, October 7, 2011

Pa-Peysbuk nga!

Read this somewhere on Facebook. And I just had to blog it it's so true! Kudos to the one who wrote this.

“PA – PEYSBUK NGA!!!!”. Linya ng estudyante na uubusin ang baon para makapagrent sa isang internet shop. Linya ng isang empleyado pagkadating niya sa opisina at naabutang ginagamit ng katrabaho ang office computer. Linya ng kapitbahay na gustong maki gamit ng internet sa kadahilanang hindi siya nakapagbayad ng bill. At kung sino man ang sinasabihan nila, malamang ang isasagot nito ay.. “teka, log out ko lang..”. Nagpe-facebook din pala.

Facebook. Ang social networking site na lumamon sa myspace at friendster. Ito rin ang pilit kinakaibigan ng ilan pang aspiring forms of social media. Pansinin mo, yung mga bagong kumakaribal sa Facebook e may feature kung saan magrereflect din sa FB account mo ang kung ano mang post mo, gamit ang site nila. Gaya nalang ng twitter, tumblr at kung ano ano pa. Parang pelikula. Pag pinalabas ito sa sinehan sa guadamall (ang mabagsik na mall sa guadalupe), ipapalabas din ito sa sinehan ng MOA. Nagkakaiba nga lang sa level ng urine aroma at dami ng surot sa upuan.

Sa sobrang popularidad nito ay pwede na itong iconsider na necessity. Iba na ngayon. Humans need food, water and facebook. Clothing? Ano ngayon kung nakahubad. At least. nakaporma ka naman sa bago mong profile picture. Pwede na ngang iconsider ang kasalukuyan bilang “The Facebook Era”. Ang panahon kung saan tangap na ang mga bading at tomboy (kaya ikaw, wag na magpanggap, ok na daw, di mo na kelangan mag gym kuno), kung saan mas mahal nang mga tao ang aso kesa sa kapwa nila tao (inday!! ibigay mo ung ulam mo kay brownie, mag skyflakes ka nalang!!!), kung saan lahat ay tumatakbo sa mga marathon, kung saan lahat ay may necklace na ang pendant ay isang mamahaling camera, kung saan papalitan na ng cobra at sting ang dumadaloy sa mga tubo ng NAWASA, kung saan lahat ng statement ay dapat magtapos sa isang uri ng emoticon (uy, tang ina mo, joke. (“,) ). Lahat ito ay bahagi na ng social norm. Lahat tangap na. Pero huwag. Uulitin ko. HUWAG NA HUWAG mong sasabihin, lalo na sa isang pampublikong lugar na. “Ay, wala akong Facebook eh..”. Patay ka dyan brad. Kiss of death yun. Baka bigla kang paskilan ng papel sa noo mo na may nakasulat na EEEWWWW!!!. Baka biglang magkaroon ng caste system sa pinas at lahat ng walang FB account ay mga untouchables. Pwede ring i-ekskomunikado ka ng simbahan katoliko at ipapakalat ito sa mga tweet ng arsobispo.

Kung stalker ka, di na kelangan ng paliwanag kung bakit adik na adik ka sa FB. Pero para sa masa. Ano bang meron dito?

Bukod sa green joke na ibinulong sayo nung tropa mong adik, pwede ka ding magshare ng pictures (aka pix),videos, notes at mga links mula sa iba pang sites. Makikita ito ng mga “friends” mo at pwede silang magkomento dito. Walang limit ang pagpo post. May sense man o wala. Healthy nga daw ito sabi nung mga sociologist. Exercising our rights to free speech daw ito. Pero lahat ba e post-worthy? O karamihan ay nagdadala lang ng badtrip.

Freedom of speech pala ha. Ito ang post ko tungkol sa mga post ng iba. Guilty tayo dito.

1. Iwasan ang pabigla – biglang pagpapalit ng relationship status. Lalo na kung mababaw lang ang dahilan tulad ng late reply sa text o hindi pag iloveyou sayo ang jowa mo kaninang alas tres (sarili nyong 3 o’clock habit). Dahil pag nagka-ayos kayo, at ibinalik mo sa dati ang status mo, ikaw din ang magmumukhang praning.

2. Walang masama kung purong tagalog ang shout out mo. Wag matakot na sabihan nang “uy makata”. Kesa naman panay nga ang english, sablay naman ang grammar at hindi kakikitaan ng sense ang sinabi. (iba ang you’re sa your).

3. Check in. Ang post kung saan sinasabi ang kasalukuyan mong lokasyon. Positibo. Pwedeng maging safety precaution. At least alam nila kung saan ka huling pumunta sakaling di ka mahagilap ng ilang araw. Negatibo. Easy prey ka sa mga serial killers o sa kaibigan na may galit sayo. (Ingat ka silvestre. hehehe)

4. May “about you” page ang FB. Dun mo isusulat ang mga hilig mo. Di mo na kelangan pang magpost ng magpost ng mga youtube videos nila Ozzy Osbourne, Metallica o Korn para ipagdiinan na rakista ka. Ikaw din, baka mahirapan kang panindigan. Lalo na pag tumugtog na ang paborito mong kanta ni Katy Perry. Napaindak at sing along si kumag.

5. Hindi kelangan magpost ng mga litrato o video nang iniembalsamo o bangkay na durog durog ang katawan at labas ang mga laman loob. Palit kaya kayo nung andun sa picture. Ako naman ang magpopost.

6. Magtira ng konting privacy para sa sarili. Hindi lahat ng bagay ay dapat ishare. Lalo na sa social media. Sarilinin mo nalang ang gusot sa pamilya o away mag asawa. Pribado na yon. Post ka ng post, tapos mababadtrip ka kung gagawing pulutan sa inuman ang kwento ng buhay mo.

7. Ok lang ipost ang mga bago mong gamit. Gaya ng mga gadget, damit o accessories. Natural lang maging proud ka lalo na kung pinaghirapan mo o importanteng tao ang nagbigay sayo nito. Di lang siguro tama na sabihing “hay nakakapagod na magshopping, andami ko kasi pinamili”.

8. Kung sakaling may nagpost ng malungkot o kaya’y tungkol sa isang masamang pangyayari sa kanila, wag mong i-like. Ano yun? Nagustuhan mo pa na sumemplang siya sa kanal.

9. Wag mong i-like ang sarili mong post. Kaya nga pinost mo in the first place. Mas malala kung ikaw din ang magcocomment. Parang loner ka naman nun.

10. Wag kang basta basta magpost ng nakakagagong comment, lalo na sa mga picture kung saan may mga taong di mo kilala. Halimbawa: “Pre, sino yang kasama mo sa pic? si Bella Flores?”. Huli mo na nalaman. Girlfriend pala niya yun.

11. Kung sakaling may nagpost ng matino at informative na mensahe. Magpasalamat. Huwag mag angas sabay comment nang “ay luma na yan, huli kana sa balita” o kaya “wala, kalokohan lang yan”. Wag kang magmagaling. Matalino kaba na parang si Rizal? E di pabaril ka sa Luneta.

12. Wag gamitin ang FB para magpakalat ng maling impormasyon at maghatid ng mass hysteria. Pero kung sino man ang napost na aabot dito ang radiation sa japan. Nagpapasalamat sayo ang manufacturer ng Betadine.

13. Wag sumali at i-like ang isang fan page kung puro kagaguhan lang ang ipopost mo sa wall nito. Halimbawa, nagpamember ka sa page ng isang seksing artista tapos mag cocomment ka lang ng “uy, sarap mo naman, parang mainit na lugaw sa malamig sa madaling araw”. Tapos magtataka, “hala.. bakit ako na banned?”.

14. Hindi lang ikaw ang may gustong manood ng sine. Wag kang mag post ng mga spoilers na maaaring ikabadtrip ng iba. “just watched Nardong Putik: Ang Pagbabalik Ni Totoy Burak, ganda ng ending, napatay nya ung kontra bida sa pamamagitan ng pagpukpok sa ulo ng isang palayok, pero sad dahil huli na nang malaman nya na tatay niya pala yun..”.

15. Di naman ata kelangan simulan ang post mo sa salitang “Damn!!” o kaya “Oh gosh” lalo na kung di naman malubha o kagulat gulat ang pangyayari. Halimbawa: “oh gosh, umuulan”. Taga saudi???

16. Wag matawa at kantyawan kung corny o masyadong romantiko ang isang post. Tandaan mo, magmamahal ka din. Lintik lang ang walang ganti. Dami kong kilalang ganyan.

17. Ok lang siguro ipost kung ano at kung saan ka kumakain. Iwasan lang yung pagpopost ng close up pictures nung pagkain mismo. Marami ang nagpapalipas ng gutom sa pamamagitan ng Facebook. Sino ka para inggitin sila. Parang yung feeling na, asa air-con bus ka, pauwi sa bahay at gutom tapos may kumag na kakain ng burger at fries. Langhap mo ang bawat kagat niya. Di maka tao. Dapat palitan ang pangalan niya. Gawing Lucifer.

18. Ok lang siguro ang mag post sa paraang Jejemon. Trip mo yun e. Wag mo nga lang asahan na seseryosohin ka kahit matino ang gusto mong sabihin. Expect mo rin na lahat ng comment sayo e magtatapos sa “jejejeje”.

19. Wag magimbita sa isang okasyon gamit ang shout out mo, tapos may ita-tag ka lang na piling tao. Bangag kaba? Makikita ng lahat ng “friends” mo na iilan lang ang gusto mo papuntahin sa nasabing okasyon.


21. Sapat naman na siguro ang tatlong exclamation point para ipaalam sa bumabasa na puno ng emosyon ang post mo. Di mo kelangan punuin ng punctuations porket walang bayad ang extra characters tulad ng sa text messaging. Halimbawa. Pakyu ka!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. Mali yun. Dapat. Pakyu ka!!!

22. Iwasang magpost kung ikaw ay (a) lasing, (b) nasa impluwensya ng ipinagbabawal na gamot o (c) hindi tinirahan ng ulam. Walang gustong makabasa ng pag aamok mo na puno ng mali maling spelling. Kung sakaling nakakaramdam ng “FB rage”, magpahid ng menthol toothpaste sa mga palad, at itampal tampal sa mukha mo hanggang sa kumalma.

23. Oo, dapat sulitin ang unlimited surfing na maghapon mong binantayan para lang maregister. Pero di ibig sabihin nun na post lang ng post. Halimbawa, ang ilalagay mo sa shout out mo e tatlong magkakasunond na tuldok. Ano yun? Buti pa quote nalang. Time is gold.

24. Wag trigger happy sa “share” button. Hindi porket di nagappear sa profile page ang mabangis mong status message e kelangan mong tiktikin ang pagpindot. Antayin mo lang. Mamaya ilang beses na pala napost. Paulit ulit. Wag kang atat. Lalo na kung ang ipopost mo e “Patience is a virtue”.

25. Wag mong kakumpetensyahin ang youtube sa dami ng video na nakapost sa wall mo. OK lang siguro kung ishare mo ang isang nakakatawang clip kung saan may nag susurfing na pusa o kaya naman e makabuluhang excerpt ng isang documentary. Wag naman yung lahat ng mtv ng kantang marinig mo sa jeep o lahat ng episode ng wow mali.

26. Wag ipahamak ang sarili. Kung sakaling pwede naman palang acronym ang isang term e wag mo na itong buuhin sa iyong post. Loud out loud!!!!.

27. Hindi masamang makisali sa mga occasional drives o campaigns. Tulad ng paggamit ng picture ng nanay mo pag mother’s day o pag post ng mensahe tungkol sa cancer bilang status message mo. Hindi porket di ka nakisali e cool o mas sophisticated ka.

28. Kung may nagcomment o nagpost sa wall mo na di mo kilala ang pangalan pati na ang picture. I-open saglit ang profile. Wag mo agad replyan ng makamandag na “HU U?”. Malay mo, tropa mo pala yun. Binaliktad lang ang pangalan. O kaya naman e dinagdagan ng H. Mhayhumhi Pharhedez.

29. Kung magcocomment ka, halimbawa sa isang picture, iwasang gumamit ng paghahalintulad sa ibang tao lalo na kung kagaguhan lang ang sasabihin mo. Halimbawa, “baduy ng porma mo pre, parang bisaya lang” o kaya “mukha kang magsasaka”. Tandaan, di ka lamang o nakahihigit sa mga bisaya at magsasaka. Ikaw kaya, magpost ka ng video tungkol sa mga unggoy, tapos may magcomment, “ambobobo naman nila, parang ikaw”.

30. Wag kang magatubiling bumati sa mga post tungkol sa panganganak ng isang ina, pagpapakasal ng magsing irog o pagkatangap sa trabaho. Sa magulong mundo, hindi ba’t masarap ishare ang mga positibong pangyayari.

Code of ethics. Wala. Oo. Walang basagan ng trip.

Pero hindi ba mas maganda kung ginagamit mo to sa matinong paraan?

Pa-Peysbuk nga!!!

So anong trip mo? Trulalu noh?

-Tinay xx

Monday, September 19, 2011

Banat of the day 9/19

You're the apple of my eye 
Mango of my pie 
Palaman of my tinapay 
Keso of my monay 
Teeth of my suklay 
Fingers of my kamay 
Blood in my atay 
Bubbles of my laway 
Sala of my bahay 
Seeds of my palay 
Clothes in my ukay-ukay 
Calcium in my kalansay 
Calamansi in my siomai 
Vitamins in my gulay 
Tungkod when I'm pilay
Shoulders when I cry 
Cure to my aray 

-Tinay xx


Sunday, September 18, 2011

If this were you

..what would you feel?

Lucky enough?

If you were the guy, what could be that one wrong thing you did that can make you do this? The damage has been done. But still, you want to make up for it.

If you were the girl, would you accept his apology no matter how bad his mistake was if he did this to you? Ready to give him the second chance?

Just asking. :)

-Tinay xx

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Our tech-obsessed generation

Everyone's talking about Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr and YouTube! What has happened to our generation?

MTV generation has gone far away. Welcome to the Tech-Obsessed generation!

People a lot these days are not anymore fond of talking or hanging out personally. With the use of these social networking sites, they ended up snuggling at home with their hands busy tapping the keyboard or their phones.

Where are all the face-to-face socialization at?

Reality people. This is reality.

Everyone has gone mad with socializing online. Whatever happened to real-life socializing.

I have to admit that I can surely relate myself to the video clip shown above.

I bring my smartphone and my iPod with me everywhere. With the help of my BlackBerry, I can tweet and update my facebook everywhere I go. But I, fortunately, no matter how addicted I am with twitter, is not obsessed with it. I tweet, yes and addicted to it, but I know when and where I should tweet and update. I don't tweet everything I do nor tweet every single time.

Yes I blab a lot on twitter but not as much as the girl on the video clip. I still hang-out though!

Social networking sites are beyond their expectations already, I guess. They turned human beings to tech-obsessed bodies slowly but surely.

But I guess it's not yet too late to change, is it? We still have access to say "no" and the will to control what we wanted to do.

Now, what can you say?

-Tinay xx

Monday, August 8, 2011


Exactly what I am feeling the whole day.

Besides the fact that:
a. my tooth was aching the whole day so badly that I am at the point of crying already
b. my students were still very noisy today
c. I am so broke
d. it's prelims week and I still have practicum which means double stress
e. I badly want to go home (Naga) already

Now I don't know what to expect tomorrow. More misery, I guess?

August is not playing good cards on me. Definitely not buying in.

-Tinay xx


Sunday, June 19, 2011

Outside vs Inside

This is truly an inspiring picture. It only goes to show that no one should be deceived in what they can only see by their naked eyes.

No matter how someone looks in the outside it doesn't show what he really is in the inside.

You only see what you want to see and not what you should see.

No matter what you look in the outside, it's about what's in the inside that counts.

-Tinay xx