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I am having weird feelings since friday. Paranoia.

My mamoi and papoi were not supposed to name me ‘Joanna Marie’. I am supposed to be named after my late grandfather named Juanito. Guess now. My name should be ‘Maria Juanita’. What a tragedy. Oh no!
If that happens, my friends may call me ‘Juani’ or ‘Nita’ or for chic and hip, ‘Hey, I’m Niteenitz’. Now, I’m glad, well rather, blessed for the name ‘Joanna Marie’. Got nicks like Jo, Joan, Joms, Jomags - derived from my whole name - which I already welcomed and will always acknowledge in my life. Now, my unfavorable scenario, if I were named after my grandfather or if my name is different from what I am using right now,will I still be ME if things turned out that way?
Who will be me?

Sometimes me think what is love, and then me think love is what last cookie is for. Me give up the last cookie for you.- Cookie Monster

It’s my first time in Trinoma. Happy day with Teriyaki Boy

Live your life with so much love in your heart that if, by mistake, you were sent to hell, the devil himself would deliver you up to paradise. - Paulo Coelho

Lagi na lang ingles e, mag tagalog naman. Maiba lang.

Bakit ang mga Pilipino e laging *late* o laging nahuhuli sa mga tagpuan at mga usapan? Parte na ng pagiging Pilipino at kultura natin ang maging mapagmahal sa pamilya. At mahirap sa atin ang *magpaalam* sa ating mga kasamahan sa bahay.

Isa sa mga Halimbawa ay:

Bibili ang isang bata ng suka sa tindahan, sabi “‘Nay, punta ako ng tindahan, bibili na po ako ng suka”.
Nanay: “Abay, bumili ka na”.
Bata: “Nay, aalis na po ako”.
Nanay: “Bilisan mo dyan at wala pang suka itong niluluto kong adobo”.
Bata: “Wow adobo!!”.
Nanay: “Oo anak, adobo ang ulam natin sa ating tanghalian”
Bata: “Yehey!”.
Nanay: “Ano pang tinatayo-tayo mo dyan, bumili ka na”.
Bata: “Sige po”.
Nanay: “Sige”.
Bata: “‘Nay, aalis na ako”.
Nanay: “Sige mag iingat ka”.
Bata: sabay halik, “Nay, bibili na ako ng suka”.
Nanay: “Mag ingat ka sa mga mang iinom sa tabi”.
Bata: “Opo ‘nay”.
Nanay ….

Hindi pa rin nakakabili ng suka ang bata. Alas kwatro na sila nakapag tanghalian.

Isa pang halimbawa:

Unang pakikinayam sa trabaho ni Juan sa isang malaking korporasyon sa Makati ng alas dyis ng umaga.

Kasalukuyang oras: Mag aalas nwebe ng umaga.

Juan: “Aalis na ako”
Tatay: “Aba, unang interbyu mo ba anak?”.
Juan: “Opo tay, kinakabahan nga po ‘tay”.
Lola: “Galingan mo apo ko, awa ng Dyos at maka swerte ka”.
Juan: “Opo lola” .. sabay halik sa pingi.
Nanay: “Ipagdadasal kita anak, palarin ka sana” .. labas ng rosaryo.
Ate Nena: “Naalala ko pa ang unang interbyu ko, nakakaloka.. hindi ako nakapagsalita”.
Juan: “Malandi ka kasi, nagpapa-kyut ka lang dun sa nag iinterbyu sayo.”
Ate Nena: “Tse”‘
Nanay: “Tigilan nyo na yang dalawa..”.
Tatay: “O sige na Juan at male-*late* ka na.. ”
…. Alas nwebe kwarenta’y singko.
Juan: “Aalis na po ako, mahuhuli na po ako”
Tatay at Nanay “Sige mag iingat ka..”
Humalik si Juan sa kanyang mga magulang at sa kanyang Ate Nena
Nagmano naman sya sa kanyang Lola at Lolo..

Umalis na si Juan. Taga Novaliches si Juan.

Mahirap talagang magpaalam sa ating pamilya, gaano man katagal ang ating pag-alis. Tumagal man ito ng isang oras o ilang taon man tayong mawawala sa kanilang mga piling. Mahirap talagang magpaalam.

Ikaw? Ganito ka rin ba?

Dito na nagtatapos ang aking katha. Sige, mag iingat kayo
Sige na.. dito na nagtatapos. Totoo na ito.. Ito na talaga..

Tapos na talaga..

Mirror mirror on the wall

Broken pieces on the floor,

Tell me now, tell me when..

Will I ever be patient then?

Mmhhmm, I can already smell June.

At 12:01 am of June 1st, its official, I am ‘IN’ the month of June. Flirty wind send bliss to my neck, caressing every part of my skin. With the touch of its lips, i know, I am engaged with this month. I am one of Juno’s daughter, brought into life under twin’s constellation.

I now declare June as my OWN month.

Enough with my expository.. Hey, It’ s my birth month, and I want to make a list. I am priviledge to make a list of my 23 things I want to receive, things I want to do or rather things I hope for.

1. I am itching for a Victoria Secret’s Pretty in Pink scent for a month now.
   
2. Hong Kong Disneyland with Mamoi and Papoi.
3. Haircut [fyi: hair length: waist length, hm, i'm 5'5 in height]
4. Re-paint the house.
5. Re-paint my room to apple green.
6. An out of town trip before the year ends.
7. Divisoria shopping spree on September.
8. Finish at least 4-5 books this year. I’m in my 2nd read.
9. Master sudoku.
10. Buy materials for *our* scrapbook.
11. Invest time and effort for #10.
12. Have a cup of joe in one of the coffee shops where I can watch the sunset, plus a good book and my rubik’s cube
13. Jog with my cousins at 4am in one of batangas’s overlooking sceneries. Then, when we reached the top, we’ll just have to wait for SUNRISE. Sunshine. Sarap, Saya. Super.
14. Ipod Video.
15. Rubber shoes.
16. White Birkenstock
17. Beautiful by Patrick Nuo.
18. Flowers.
19. A day with no stress, no hassles, no conflicts, no headache, no compromise, no pain, no sadness.
20. “Take the time to live, life is too short.. Dance naked!”
21. Videoke all night!
22. Still, I want to wish for World Peace.
23. That *one* celebrates this number with me. Poof. It’s gone.

Reminder: Then again, I mentioned ‘hope for’.