While I am at home busy with nothing, my soon to be husband, baptized as James Peter, is at the college, working as a registration assistant, and I would like to congratulate him for he’d be trained as future registration assistant head. *cheers*
Since I have nothing to do, I decided to play minesweeper and hell yeah, out of four games, I only won ONCE. It only took me two clicks before a bomb for my first try, I won in my second try, and failed drastically for my third and fourth try.
Frustrated, I closed the game.
I asked myself how the hell did that girl figure out how to play?! I remember him telling me that she taught him how to play Minesweeper. And how could I forget that I ruined his 100% percentage of wins in that game?! DFQ.
So I went to my facebook and decided to make a note stating that I envy that girl whom he first fell in love with (or maybe he’d disagree, should I say, the first girl she knew and REALLY liked). But before anything else, I browsed his multiply for his post about minesweeping, and I guess I’d see posts for his first crush. I know my expectation won’t fail me. These would inspire me to write some words of envy and jealousy.
Unfortunately, I saw my name–the title of his recent post. Then I decided to read backwards, and found out a lot of things from him.
He’s good in English writing except for the fact that he doesn’t know how to spell ‘weird’ correctly. Indeed, he is a romantic writer, and he knows how to make his favorite reader (I) read his whole blog. His opinionated blogs (a lot of his posts in multiply are in this kind) are also interesting to read. As much as I would like to state my comment, the post would say he posted it like a year ago. The topic had died long ago, and bringing it up isn’t really much of my thing.
His micro blogging in multiply is also entertaining especially his letter to his own sanity telling that he needs it back, the blog which he entitled “stalker” and I quote,
There is one creepy little app at the bottom right hand corner of the browser screen. It tells me the most depressing thing. It tells me I have ‘No Friends Online’
Anyway, I laughed at posts where he wrote in Filipino very informally like the blog where he was ranting about cross posts from Multiply to Facebook but unfortunately were for the author’s contacts only. Although I cannot deny that some of his posts written in full Filipino are hard to comprehend. Conclusion: I’m not good in vocabulary both in English and Filipino.
My favorite blogs are those which are addressed to me, his micro blogging, blogs which are very informal with so much censored words like
Kasi ganto yan.
Some time this February, I need to do three things. Simple enough, right? Well, yes actually, but hey, that doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t be horrified of the thought of accomplishing them.
They’re for ED TECH you see.
First off, I have to know what to teach actual first year high school students. So, I have to formulate a topic. Simple enough, well, yeah, it has a template and all that.
Secondly, I have to find a class of actual first year students that’d be willing to actually listen and participate in the said topic. Simple? Yeah, I have around two or three classes in mind; I only need to make letters so I can give a heads up to their teachers.
Last, I have to teach. Simple? **** NO. This ************* part is ******** serious, I’m ******* scared ********. I’m a ******* freshman and I have to ******* teach students.
and his short blogs of his experience like
Everybody is eating
Mom says. “Oy, hindi ako mag huhugas ah! masakit likod ko, marami akong tinrabaho.”
My sister says. “Hindi rin ako, inaantok ako, masakit ulo ko.”
My dad says, “Ako hindi puwede, nagmasilya ako, masakit braso ko.”
I remain quiet.
“O Jimbo, Ikaw mag huhugas”
and this entitled “Winnie the Pooh is haunting me?!”
I have seen about 15 Winnie the Pooh’s today. For the past week, I have seen more. Did I do anything to upset the ghost of Winnie the Pooh? I hope not.
It feels like he’s always there, standing beside me with watchfull eyes. Call me crazy but I can feel his presence, Its like what my mom tells me, “nagpaparamdam”. Is there something that I have done to see Winnie the Pooh’s everywhere? I’m really wondering.
All of them were worth reading. My guy is unexpectedly funny, even though, I think, he didn’t mean to be funny.
If I could only link all his posts to this post. Insert hashtag of frustration here.
As I browse his blogs from recent to the oldest post, I realized two things. One is how he matured in writing. His recent posts were full, detailed, if not romantic, then informative. Since I was reading backwards, I noticed how he changed in writing posts. During 2007, he wrote as if multiply was a status box in facebook, I swear! As far as I can remember, there was no status box in multiply back then. He started a post all in small caps, even wrote with “^_^” and “X(” and “XD” which he rarely uses nowadays, and ended it with an awkward lyrics of a song or a simple smiley face like this “:D” or that cheesy number 14360. Haha. I could imagine the little James Peter writing those stuff.
Two, is how he wanted to be loved by one person emphasing this post entitled “True what J said, or was it Saint Augustin”
What would you give to know the feeling of being in LOVE?
What would you give to feel the knowledge of being in LOVE?
In my most honest and, yet unadulterated opinion…
I believe that it’s better to have experienced that low, then to have never experienced the high that came with it.
I would give up heaven just to know and feel. Come what may if I go to hell, I don’t care. I just want to live in that moment simple happiness, not even trying to regret the shit that would most likely come next.
I am probably not making sense anymore. With this understanding of the utter misunderstanding of what I’m trying to make you understand, I realize that I don’t really care. Who cares what you think, seriously?
I just want to know.
I just want to feel.
Maybe he wrote this after realizing that he can’t just get what he wanted like a romantic love from a teacher? I dunno. Well, in his other posts after this (which I came to read first), I already had an idea. Just so you know, when I had my first conversation with him, my first impression was he’s okay to be single forever.
Weird enough, I got teary-eyed when I read this:
As an ending to my not-so-worth-of-reading post, I would like to reply to his two other posts. This one was entitled “What do you do to feel content?”
Seriously, is there a secret to feeling happy? Is there a secret in maintaining that feeling?
Tell meh plox plox plox plox.
And if so, explain in no more than five sentences.
Keep her, make her happy as you make yourself happy too, and this happiness will be yours forever.
They say that man once had four arms, four legs, and two heads. Zeus, their god, grew afraid of their vast potential, so he split man into two separate beings, having two legs, two arms, and a head. This way, man would be too preoccupied finding their other half, their soulmate, to threaten Zeus, and the gods.
I’m thinking Zeus had the right idea.
A mere greek myth retold had no comment, and I would like to be the first one. If you allow me, may I ask. Have you threaten Zeus?
Because I have.