You’re my first romance
my first kiss and dance
You’re my first love
my first true I love you
You are my first heartbreak
my first moving on
my first the one that got away
You’re my first happy story
and sad story.
You’re my first history.

Everyone but Me

I look around
Looking at people
and how I see their lives

How I wish I was them

The girl with the beautiful hair
With slim arms and long neck
That girl wearing laces
and she still looked nice
The other girl with glowing skin
and holding a nice book

I look at these girls
I badly wanted to be them
To be everyone but myself

I look at people
and ask myself
why cant I be them

That girl with her boyfriend
wrapped around his arms
Or that girl sitting next to her guy
Look at each other, knowing
Even that girl waiting in line
suprised by a boy with flowers

Im so aware of them
of the existence of love
of self worth
So keen in observing
the world im in
yet so afraid
i dont belong in it

Film: 27 Dresses

I cant remember when was the first time and for how many times Ive seen this Chick Flick. I just love to watch it everytime I get to catch it on TV. So here's a quick taps and flicks of my fingers to express my love for this movie.

The film is about sweet Jane. How she never says 'no'. How she loves wedding and helping everyone she knows arranging this special day in their lives. She had been a part of a wedding for 27 times. Theres this line from the film that goes like - "Always the bridesmaid never the bride" and she was all that. Jane's a hopeless romantic. Hoping that next time it will be her turn to walk down the aisle and that finally her one-sided love with her boss George will be it. 

But then, one night in her life, she has to attend two weddings at the same time. That's when she meets cynical Kevin, who tries to wake her up from her delusional idea of marriage. And Jane, not knowing that he is her favorite wedding columnist writer (and by favorite, I mean really really really love!) kinda became friends with this Kevin. Who is super cute and smart BY THE WAY.

A general part of the movie I exceptionally like was Jane's relationship with her younger sister, Tess. Their mother died when they were young and their father raised them. So typically, she took care of Tess. I adore sisterly like stories!

But then Tess just has to fall for her sister's one true love! Tess and George fell in love (what a bummer in Jane's part right?!) and decided to get married.

Typical sweet Jane has to help them right? But it was hell hard for her, arranging this wedding for the love of her life and her sister who's life's been so easy because she is pretty-funny-and-charming. and to find out that her favorite wedding columnist writer will be scribbling this wedding too for the news papers.

So with all the wedding preps, her bitch sister to be married to HER George and a writer Kevin Boyle who took so much interest in her bridesmaid life, Jane just had enough. For once in her life she had to say NO. and the way she did it was not so very nice. She messed up her baby sis' wedding!

At the end, she and Tess made up and finally understood each other. And she figured out that she was no longer in love with George. Jane got her long waited wedding with Kevin Boyle. A guy who was broken and cynical at first but fell in love with Jane and changed him back to his softy side.

The combination of romance, comedy and drama in this film is what makes me watch it again and again. I love movies about weddings! I agree with Jane that one of the most beautiful parts of weddings was when the bride walks in the aisle and that smile on the grooms face, that's something! It's like a genuine proof of pure love.

One more thing, before this post ends, I pray that someday I'll get to meet a young smartass writer and make him see me beyond my flaws and fall for me. Just how Kevin did. Damn! I really do have this thing with writers. (and also Im such a fan of Katherine Heigl. I guess, I had seen all of her RomComs films.)

I (kinda) feel for Jane here. How she was so nice and people expect a lot from her (since she is pretty damn nice). Sometimes it's crazy that those who have put so much love and effort gets to be on the sideline of things. Like how Jane was to her sister. But for Jane it seems all worth it in the end. She got her walk in the aisle paired with her anticipated romantic look from his groom.

This film made me more hopeful (more of hopeless romantic) that someday someone will come and sweep me off my feet. Someday.

Why I Love to Read Shoujo Manga

Just to give you a brief intro, Shoujo Mangas are Mangas which target readers are females, most likely those at 10 to 18 yrs of age. So these mangas actually showcase friendship and love or more of the young girls' feelings and challenges. Characters in shoujo mangas are usually highschool girls.

So, why do I love reading Shoujo Manga?

1. Because of its ART! Characters here are drawn so pretty and leading men too are darn good looking! This is the most important factor when im looking for new mangas to read. I make sure that it has quality art that I love so much. That will keep you on flipping those chapters!

2. It's simple and easy to read. When I was younger, I used to read Shounen (Mangas for boys!) but may be I got busy and I lost my drive to read them. but in reading Shoujo, I find it very easy since plots in these kind of mangas are into drama, love, school life and friendship which I find not dragging at all.

3. Its MOMENTS and quotable quotes. I tell you, read a chapter or two of these, you'd surely remember some of its scenes! They have this simple yet sweet moments in them. Even though some say that Shoujos nowadays are having the same old plots and scenes, I still find them sweet and touching. I must tell you, Guys in shoujos are super romantic! You may find it very fictitious, but in reality, if he is the right one and you are to him, then it is not impossible to be in those moments of kilig.

4. Its life lessons. They're might be just mangas to you but somehow they're like guide books in being a girl, in how our feelings really works, how we can't always control them. In mangas (or may be in Japan per se), girls are usually the ones who confess their feelings to the guys they like. I find that very cool and hard at the same time (esp in the culture I grew up with). So in Shoujos you'll find yourself reflecting on how the lead characters think and act.
There are so many reasons why I love to read these mangas but I just cant explain, really. 

My all time favorite shoujo is Kare Kano. Addition to that are Bokura Ga Ita, Lovely Complex, Strobe Edge, Koizora, Marmalade Boy, Daa Daa Daa and... I'd love to name all my favorite but that would take me forever to decide. I'm currently reading Ao Haru Ride, Horimiya, Kimi Ni Todoke, Hirunaka No Ryuusei, Suki Tte Ii Na Yo, L-Dk, Mairunovich and a lot more.

Naglahong Pag-ibig

When I was in highschool I used to be part of the group who represents our school in regional competition. And this piece is one of the memorable pieces I've perform for an oration.

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Naglahong Pag-ibig
by Josephine F. Corpuz

Sana’y muli kong marinig
Awit mong kay tamis at kay lamig,
TinIg mong sumasabay sa hangin,
Pag-ibig ang sigaw ng damdamin.
Sana’y muli mong sambitin
Pag-ibig mong alay sa akin,
Panagko mong ‘di ako sasaktan,
Sana’y hindi ito malimutan.

Ngutnit ikaw ay biglang nagbago,
Pinaluha’t sinaktan ako.
Pag-ibig sa puso’y tutluyang naglaho,
Lubusang naparam pati ang pangako.

Sabi mo noo’y ako lang ang mamalin,
At tanging aawitan ng tinig mong kay lambing.
Bakit ngayo’y tila di ako nakikilala?
Pag-ibig bas a aki’y sadya ngang nawala?

Masdan mo ako, aking sinta,
Lumuluha sa hirap at tigib na dusa.
Binulag mo yaring mga mata,
Ako ba talga’y wala ng halaga?

Nasan ang pangakong ako’y aalagaan?
Wika mo sa aki’y isa kong kayamanan.
Ang pag-ibig mong aking pinaniwalaan,
Ngayo’y hinuhukay ang aking libingan.

Akala mo yata’y di ako mag tatampo,
Ngunit mali ka, ako’y marunong mahapo.
Ibinigay ko ang lahat ng ibig mo,
Wala ngang naiwan kundi pawing bakas ko.

Talino mo’y tila may hated na lason,
Inilulugmok ako’t hindi binabangon.
Inaakay sa aking kamatayan,
Kalian matatapos ang iyong kalupitan?

Sa pagsikat muli ng araw,
Sana’y muli mo akong matanaw.
Sa pag-ihip muli ng hangin,
Ibulong ang sigaw ng damdamin.

Sana’y muli mo kong marinig,
Awit ng iyong tunay na pag ibig.
Sana’y muli mo akong mahalin,
Pangako mo sana ay tuparin.

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Nobody takes me seriously! Literally.
They told me it was because of my perkiness
(which is so hard to resist)!!
Then let me say my 'thank you's.
Thanks to my new found friends
of kiddos, ates and kuyas at work,
To my best friends that i could easily chat with
anytime-anywhere-ANYHOW of any randomness
And to the wonderful relatives and family I luckily have.
Thanks to all these great people around me
for making my smiles beam the brightest,
my laughter the most honest,
my patience the most understanding
and all my giggles the sweetest.
So I don't really mind,
If some don't take me as serious as i try to be.
I take it as a compliment.
It is to remind me how fortunate i am.
It is a reflection of how I try and strive to live.
It is the universe telling me 'keep smiling'.
and thanks to these people in my life,
i am peachy! :)

It was like in the movies, but this time it's REAL

ANC Report (a link to a short News Report)

First, Lord thank you for this second life. It is because of You that i’m still alive.
Was on my way home last night. Seated beside the window. at the mid-center of the bus. I couldn't clearly remember, but I was wide awake, looking outside. Suddenly I saw this fast approaching white vehicle towards our bus. Then, it hit us.
Then at that moment, I know I was going to die, I just shut my eyes closed, thinking “am i really going to die? Lord, Ikaw na bahala.”
It only took a minute or two but believe it or not it was like a slow-motion scene, i couldn't hear anything, couldn't feel anything. I was thinking of my parents, my brothers, my family. May be, this was all a dream.
But it was not. It was real. It is happening.
So thankful to the Lord, I was able to open my eyes. My mind was shocked! I’m alive! I started hearing people crying for help. Kids. Men. Ladies. Elders. We were inside a wrecked-turned-over-to-its-side bus. Everyone was shocked and scared. And hurting. Instinctively, I was struggling to find my phone. Thank you Lord, I found it hanging and  earphones tangled along the lights and pipes of the bus.
We were able to got out the flipped bus through its shattered front glasses. Broken glasses. Crying-in-pain people. Bloody men and kids. Were all that i’m seeing at that moment along the wide highway. I couldn't speak nor cry. Felt numb yet feeling this weaken head, leg, back and being.
Then, I started praying to the Lord and thanked Him for saving me and everyone. I really thought it was the end for me. I was more than grateful that i'm alive and just had some minor injuries and a little trauma. It wasn't easy to sleep last night, it keeps on replaying inside my head. But knowing that I was able to reach home and sleep on my bed was comforting enough.

from the movie Waiting for Forever

Dear Emma,

Those two words, ‘Dear Emma’ take me away to way another time when we use to write to each other after mom and dad died. I used to tell you about my new friends and my new life. And you used to tell me about the grand time my mom and dad were having in heaven. Truth is nothing. What you believe to be true is everything. And the main thing that I used to believe was that I would be with you forever. Forever. The reason it is taking me so long to write you is that I have seen that I have been a fool. I have spent my life fooling myself. Every letter I’ve ever written to you has been a love letter. How could they have been anything else? I can see now that all of them, except this one, were bad love letters. Bad love letters beg for love back. Good love letters ask for nothing. This, I’m pleased to announce, is my first good love letter to you. Because there is nothing more for you to do. You already done everything. I have enough of you in my head to last forever. So please don’t ever worry about me. I’m peachy! I really am. I have everything. If i had one wish, it would be that your life brings you a taste of happiness that you have brought to me. That you could feel what it’s like to love.

Your friend forever,


Warm Bodies: This is not a Review

It was my first time to go watch at the movie house alone.
To be honest, it was really hard for me to decide whether to do it or not. First, I don’t want to waste money in a movie if I wont enjoy it. So I was scared that I wont be able to enjoy it because I’m alone. However, I really really really want to see this film because Niholas Hault was in it and the fact that it is a new form of RomCom. But my friends and family can’t come with me, i understand though.
Gladly, I had the courage to go in there and just do it! Or I guess, watch it!
I was late but good enough kind of late. Luckily, the theater wasn’t crowded so I get to choose where to sit. The center. Not too far. Not too near. No one seats on either sides. There was silence.
So the movie is kinda different. But it still is funny, sweet and thrilling. So I laughed, smiled, got thrilled in a very discreet manner. That was the sad part.
I really loved the movie. No questions asked. But as I laugh, smile and be thrilled and be amused and be all kilig-ed, I was also feeling sad because I hope there’s this special someone who could I laugh with, be kilig-ed together with, and be scared along with.
But that part of me was outshone by the enjoyment i got from the film. So yeah. It was a bit sad experience but I’m not saying it isn’t fun though. :)

I wish I could forget how I could never let myself to forget.

I wish I could forget how he never fails to cheer me up. How he tries to distract me from reality with his lame jokes. How his handwritten love letters make my days. How his messages brighten up weekends. How he held my hand that first time. How he told me he loves me and this would last.
Oh, How I wish I could forget how he would never answer my phone calls anymore. How he never gets mad anymore. How he never replies to my ‘I love you’s anymore. How he told me he fell out of love. How he never really explain why.
I wish I could forget how she smiled and said ‘hi’ that very first day we met. How she was so nice to me. How she told me she feels the pain I’m into. How she told me everything will get better in time. How she understands what I’m going through.
Oh, How I wish I could forget how she asked me if she got his shirt’s size right. How she was suddenly the girlfriend. How she was now someone I couldn’t like anymore. How she never really intend to hurt me.
I wish I could forget how I took everything he did for granted. How I didn’t appreciate love at first. How I didn’t make things work for us. How I just let things happened.
Oh, How I wish I could forget how I played around with love.