Things most girls dont know

–"Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" ~ two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone.

–Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.

–Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they’re gonna say so there aren’t awkward pauses, but once he’s on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes.

–Guys go crazy over a girl’s smile.

–Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.

–Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they’re goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.

–A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.

–Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they’re still loved.

–Don’t talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.

–Guys get jealous easily.

–Guys are more emotional than they’d like people to think.

–Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh…nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he’ll assume he did something wrong and he’ll obsess about it trying to figure it out.

–Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.

–Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway.

–Girls are guys’ weaknesses.

–Guys are very open about themselves.

–It’s good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don’t let him wait too long.

–Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.

–If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don’t need to give advice.

–A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.

–Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.

–Guys will brag about anything.

–Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful.If a guy uses that, he likes you a whole hell of a lot.

–Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.

–Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.

–Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn’t notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.

–Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy’s confused, then we’re all confused.

–Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships.

–Try to be as straightforward as possible.

–If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.

–If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he’s probably faking it and is spazzing inside.

–When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.

–When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he’s just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."

–Guys don’t really have final decisions.

–If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn’t happen that often, so when it does, you know something’s up.

–If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you’re with your boyfriend, he’s probably jealous and likes you.

–When a guy tells you that you are beautiful, don’t say you aren’t. It makes them want to stop telling you because they don’t want you to disagree with them.

–When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he’s definitely thinking something.

–Guys like femininity not feebleness.

–Guys don’t like girls who punch harder than they do.

–A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.

–Don’t be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.

–Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much.

–Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.

–Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.

–If you are going to reject a guy, just do it. Don’t say they are like a brother or just good friends, it just hurts even more. Tell them that you aren’t interested in a relationship and they will respect you.

–Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.

–A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl’s mind for a day.

–No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He’s just too stubborn to admit it.

–Not all guys are assholes. Just because ONE is a jackass doesnt mean he represents ALL of us.

–We don’t like girls who are too skinny.

–Always make sure you know what kind of stuff your getting into before making out with a guy …like whether it’s a one time deal or not ….

–Believe it or not shy guys are the most easiest to talk to..it may not seem right but trust me they will start opening up like books after you just ask them questions about their lives and unnoticable tell them about yours…

–Even if they refuse it all guys are ticklish on the ribs..

–Guys love neck rubs and if he lets you keep doing it ..it means that he really likes you or his neck really hurts…

–Guys will test the waters to see how far they can get with you. Even if he doesn’t intend to it will happen. Know how far it is you want to let him go and he will respect that…after you let him know a couple times.

–When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.



> baka sakali makareflect un iba jan ~_~` oh basahin na.

Confession of a Tightwad Grown-Up 3 (Topsy-Turvy)

Here I am. Coughing over a pack of cancer sticks. Still hoping that if I would smoke today, I would surely die by tomorrow. And with that I won't quit chain smoking.

I still wonder what would Des and Lad be acting by the time I meet them at our rendezvous on the next day. I forgot about them already, about what happened to us - they're history. All I'm thinking right now is blank. Really.

A cup of coffee in this gray December night would be nice (especially if it would be paired with an angel by my side). Ella, still sleeping like a night-blooming cereus - a cactus that keeps its beauty overflowing with her flowing that only blooms at night. I'm not saying she's the opposite of a morning glory. Well in fact, she's my morning glory - she will always be. I still can't refuse looking at her.

And everytime I step out right through her door, a smile would be painted in my face. It's enough for me if I see her happy. Does it make sense? We've share a glimpse of our lives. But everytime that I would know more of her, little by little my heart would feel that it is squeezed by somebody. Ella's heart belongs to someone now, and I couldn't help it but listen to her stories. I almost forgot that she can make anyone love her if she would only do it for purpose. Gravity.

I made a short note just for Ella, but decided not to give it. I can't stand the agony.

---O---

Ella,

I wish to take your picture so I can dream of you tonight.
I wish to give you a bunch of roses but what's the use?
I wish to hold your hands but if I would do that, you might vomit.
I wish to hug you tight but you won't need it anyway.
I wish to love you more but somebody owns you now.

It's the same way of saying I couldn't reach your heart Ella. Wishful thinking didn't matter alot but it sure helps - it always do.

I have nothing more to say... I wish you all the best in life. =)

---O---

Life is tough. Love is burden. All are ruined, so forget about life and forget about love for now. Suppress. It's not a sign of giving up. It's a sign of being strong. Though making myself more serious about this stuff is telling me that I'm sick.

Everyone's wishing to have a long-lasting healthy relationship, and so do I. However, I must build a strong foundation with my princess before reaching to that point. I still hope for the right time... and that I can be rigid until then. And when that rightful time would come, I would give my very all just to ask for her hand. More than writing her letters from time to time just for her to know that I think of her every minute of my life. More than giving her an hour of piggy-back ride. More than singing a song dedicated only for her, even if I'm out of tune, I'd surely sing. More than standing for several hours outside her gate under the heavy thunderstorm, just to give a bunch of roses. More than kneeling in front of her with a signboard saying 'I Love You'. More than catching for her when she's on a running tricycle and when I'm on my running shoes. More than screaming 'I Love You Ella!' in the middle of a crowd just for her to hear me out. More than what's her definition of love. More than all of me...

But Ella and I have our own destinies to make. She already found hers, I'm still struggling for mine. Too bad, it wasn't cordial as it should be.

The world revolves. As it goes, it was too late for me to realize... I can never make thinks happen all according to my way.

To The Girl I Once Adored

down in the ricefields, hand in hand,
we've walked together
In that spin-a-bottle
we've shared our laughter

In the seashore
where i wrote your huge name
And in the heart
where it was detained

a bunch of flowers
i picked in that mountain
five pieces of roses
given under the sparkling rain

i believe dreams are still existing -
way back then was very inspiring

it's been years since i last saw you
or maybe i just missed you

please wait for me...
i'm coming home.

Coward in Warrior's Cloak

My father, well-known for his bravery and wisdom, is a great strategist and commander. Many of them adore him and look upon him as god of war.

Battlefields, war cries, battle cries, corpses, bloodshed and glory - his experiences on all of these are very rich. His story must have been written in the books of our history. He never fails to amuse me. But many didn't knew, I am the opposite of my father.

I never wished to become just like him. I dream of becoming a painter someday. But it is a disgrace in the family and in the eyes of the clan if I would negate their decisions for me and if I would pursue my ambitions. All of them call me coward (the awful truth).

All the gentlemen in our clan - when getting on ripe age - would surely join the army. Just like my elder brothers - they garnered nobility because they were soldiers like my brave father). The medal of honor and prestige marked in the clan's name was the valid reason why I was forced to join the army.

Many times I have been on war zones. But through all those battles and victories, my cowardice remains. I had live to fill the expectations of others, but they didn't have any idea that everytime a battle begins ... i usually hide myself, afraid of being slaughtered. Oftentimes I would hide under heavy dead bodies or just play dead.

One night came, we were set to camp in a war zone. I pleaded to my father - the leader, not to continue the battle and just fall back now for we are incapacitated to fight. But my father's will is strong. He agitated the army to continue the fight against the enemy's horde. To him, it was always an honor to fight. Not even I, his youngest on, could break his command. Afterall, he's famous in delivering his army to the mouth of triumph. I was still afraid, I am always afraid. But now, not for myself, but for my father and elder brothers.

Daybreak blooms as the enemies came nearer. The battle has began. Flying lances, galloping horses, wails and clashing of swords were heart from almost every corner. I was attacked and i learned to defend myself - living for the sake of my father and brothers. But as i saw my comrades butchered, the crippling fear was crawling to get me. I got hurt, not with bruises and wounds, but by watching my elder brothers fall down unto the ground ... one by one, slain. I came to look for my beloved father. But it was too late to save a life. Not from distance, there i saw a body covered with blood in the face, lying on the floor, it was my father. My beloved father.

War is over for me. Seeing my brothers and my father dead, I had enough. My heart is sad and sick. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more. I felt something hard stabbed me from behind, flashbacks ... my dream of becoming a painter, fades.

I never wanted to be like my father. I wanted to live, they call me a coward. I died a coward, they call me hero.

Dali Kauban

Dali kauban, magkuyog ta
Atong tan-awon ang kahimtang nila;
Mga tawong nawad-an na ug paglaom
Sa gagmayng relief goods na lamang gipasalig ang kaugmaon

Dali kauban, magkuyog ta
Tan-awon ta ang mga mag-uuma
Nga ang mao-mao nilang sinaligang umahan,
Gibomba ug napugos nalang nga biyaan

Dali kauban, magkuyog ta
Sa Munai, Tangcal, ug Poona Piagapo
Ang lugar nga gikahilunaan sa mga lumulupyo,
Ang mga gipansunugan ug balay
Ug sila nga ang pangpangabuhian gipampatay

Dali kauban, magkuyog ta
Atong pamatud-an kung tinood ba ang ingon sa gobyerno -
“Basta adunay mga Moro, buhi ang terorismo!”
Atong timbangon kung kini husto ba,
Dili ba kaha gobyerno ang tinuod nga terorista?

Dali kauban, magkuyog ta
Atong pawinawon ang walay unod nga mga storya
Sa mga naghari nga walay nabuhat nga mga lakang
Para kalinaw ug hustisya maiasdang
Ang ilang tubag sa mga rebelde –
“All-Out war ra ang solusyon niini!”

Dali kauban, magkuyog ta
Aron masaksihan sa imong mga mata
Ang mga kasakit ug pag-antos nila
Mga masang tawhanong katungod giyatakan
Mga labing dinaug-daug ug pinahimuslan

Dali kauban, magkuyog ta
Makigbisog ug maghiusa alang kanila!


>The US-Arroyo government spent 1B pesos in the current All-Out war campaign against the MILF rebels. Asking for another 2.6B of budget for military offensives in Mindanao. This was reported Nov. 19,2008 by TV-Patrol World. I don't wish for Mindanao to become the next Iraq or Afghanistan, how bout you?

SINING NG KABATAAN

Ang himig ng aming musika,
Panaghoy ng magsasaka
Silang pangunahing pwersa,
Binhi n gating paglaya

Ang bawat tulang aming likha,
Lakas ng uring manggagawa
Silang hukbong mapagpalaya,
Panday n gating pag-asa

Ang bawat indak n gaming paa,
Handog naming para sa masa
Ang galaw ng aming mga kamay,
Sa kanila naming inaalay

Ang kuskos ng gitara
at guhit ng pintura-
Aming obra maestra,
Alang-alang sa masa

Ang sining ng kabataan,
ay para sa kinabukasan
Ang sining ng kabataan,
ay kultura ng mamamayan
Ang sining ng kabataan,
kalayaan ng ating bayan!

Mantigue

Dugo at pawis aming ipinanday
Lambat ng buhay, sa alon sumasabay
Ipaglaban ang islang sa amiý bumubuhay
Kapalit man nitoý aming kamatayan

Chorus:
Mantigue (8x)

Hampas ng mga bula sa mukha
Ng mapuputing Kristal
Ipagtatanggol sa mang-aapi
Hinding-hindi aatras



> the original composition of this one is a poem. it's all about a place called mantigue island in camiguin. people who live there were bribed by the local government to leave their sanctuary, but they refused. the local government made their decision even harder, there were 2 options to choose from, 10,000 pesos for leaving the island or imprisonment as penalty for declining the present mayor. those people who insisted not to leave were imprisoned then filed with cases such as trespassing and squatting. but the previous local mayor recognized their existence and stated that they really were residents of the island. mantigue island was planned to be made into a resort area for foreigners. and so with that, they need to get rid of the people who were living there for almost 15 years... the poem, blended with melodies, it turned into a song.. haha :)

Alter Ego

A clench in the fist
A roar in the shadows

To hurtle the wall
is for withdrawing temper

A barricade fence surrounding,
bulwark of the fragile crystal

Again and again,
I hold the arms of my soul - swap!

He's now talking - I tell you
Harken: a whisper in my eyes

Reading the lips of sissy
Shrilling sounds licking the eardrums

Recalling the retro...
You were not the same prodigy

I accede.
Because this is the other me.

Numbers

Thousands and thousands,
those thoughts that run,
over and over the head

Hundreds and hundreds,
of hearsays overheard,
clenching the eardrums

Tens and tens
feelings that play,
inside this grounded heart

One by one,
Creeping slowly,
eating me alive...