Usapang Gitara ft. Bugs

Mag-o-AudProbs na kanina eh tinamad na kami sa ginagawa namin sa buhay namin kaya nag-usap kami saglit ni Bugs.

BUGS: Gusto kong matutong maggitara.
AKO: Turuan kita.
B: Kaso ayoko kasi masakit yun eh!
A: Eh ganon talaga. Hindi ka matututo kung hindi ka masasaktan.
B: (glares)
A: Ano? Totoo naman eh. Pa’no ka matutong maggitara niyan? Iba kasi iniisip eh.
B: Eh kasi gusto ko kapag naggitara ako yung manhid na yung daliri ko.
A: Ay hindi pwede yun. Mararamdaman mo muna yung sakit sa umpisa tapos sasakit pa ng sobra kapag lumaon. Pero in the long run, di mo na iisipin yung sakit, sa puntong yon, sanay ka na. Siguro ayon nga, manhid ka na.

Hahahaha! May pinaghuhugutan ata ako. AudProbs pa!



The Best Feeling

For some people, the best feeling in the world is savoring the drops of rain on their faces, or watching the sun as it sets in the horizon, or waking up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, or simply cuddling with a loved one in front of the television. While I love and would love to experience all these, the best feeling in the world for me is keeping my eyes open and battling sleep when I desperately want to finish reading a book.

reading blankets

Have you felt that way before? You want to close the book because it’s already midnight and your classes start at eight in the morning but you just got hooked on a scene. You’ll say it will be the last chapter you’ll read for the night. And when you finish that chapter, you’ll read one more because it’s just that good. Your eyes start to itch because it’s starting to tire and your vision starts to get blurry but you fight the urge to sleep because there’s only a few more pages ’til the end. The moment you close the book you will let out that satisfied sigh– the way you always do after reading a great book–and look out your window. That’s when you notice that the sun is starting to rise and you’ll remember your eight a.m. class and you think that you should probably be freaking out because you will be getting less sleep and probably be groggy the whole day. But instead of feeling the regret of wasting a good night’s sleep, you lie in bed and let the covers shower you with their warmth. You feel your muscles relax until you fade away into dreamland, the remains of the book you read are in the corners of your mind, lulling you into that blissful sleep. 

For me, that’s the best feeling to have. Being absolutely carefree in reading and so much absorbed in the story that I don’t even have to think about anything else but the story. I love the feeling of getting lost in a different world where I can forget about the worries of my world. If you haven’t experienced reading until the wee hours of the morning, then you haven’t experience life at all. 


Maybe In Another Universe, I Deserve You

What if, in another universe, I deserve you?

Hear me out. There’s this philosopher from the 1890s named William James, and he coined this theory about “the multiverse” which suggests that a hypothetical set of multiple universes comprises everything that can possibly exist simultaneously.

Are you following? The entirety of space, time, matter and energy is all happening at once in different timelines: It’s the idea of parallel universes. Right? So okay, let’s presume the multiverse is real.

Well then, maybe somewhere in those infinite universes is one, or several, where I deserve you.

Maybe there’s a universe out there — happening now — where we end up together and when I close my eyes at night, I’m not dreaming the way a normal person would. Instead I’m seeing flashes of our lives in the multiverse. They’re not simple dreams because I miss you, right? They’re scientific, anachronistic visions.

For instance:

In this universe, I don’t want a family, but maybe in another, I’m more of the type to settle down. Maybe there’s a universe where you hold my hand while I give birth to our daughter in a white hospital room with pink flowers and fuzzy teddy bears on the window sill. Where we take family vacations and pose for dorky pictures in our neon bathing suits on the sands of a Florida beach. Where we curl up to watch a cheesy movie at the end of a long day in our big, green, suburban house once the kids have fallen asleep.

Maybe there’s a universe where we are middle-aged and taking our child to college and bickering over where to put her dresser or what posters she should hang up. Where you kiss her on the forehead ‘goodbye’ and we drive home in contented, proud silence, your fingers grazing my knuckles, our wedding rings glistening. Where we both have gray hair and we laugh and smile and hug and drink lemonade on the porch.

Maybe there’s a universe where that’s the life I want. Where I don’t second guess everything and I’m not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe there’s a universe without all the noise in my head and the pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence.

Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you. A universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you. Where no one becomes a doormat. Where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues. A universe where we’re happy — without wondering if that happiness is some messed-up Jenga game ready to topple at the slightest quiver. A universe where we’re comfortable and sure, and we have cats.

Maybe there’s a universe where we fall asleep next to each other every night like spoons, like two innocent bunnies — my face buried in your neck, hugging your warmth — and we both don’t want anything or anybody else. Where we don’t want more, we just want each other.

Maybe there’s a universe where I don’t covet so much all the time and where I’m content and where I don’t wonder about picking up and moving to Japan without saying anything to anyone and where at this very juncture, I can just know I’ll always want to come home and cook dinner with you.

If you think of it all this way, then it’s like neither of us did anything wrong.

You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline. Everywhere else, nay, “everywhen” else — us in the Civil War, us in Ancient Egypt, us in the swinging ’60s — we are happy.

If this theory holds, well, by the law of averages, there had to be one universe — just this one — where we don’t end up together. Here and now just happens to be it. If you think of it this way, nothing is our fault.

So see, that explains everything. We’re not together anymore because of the multiverse.

Well, isn’t that comforting?

If you’re sad, do like I do and just think of the other ‘verses. The ones where I believe in love and where I don’t hate myself and where I never feel the need to kamikaze relationships. A universe where we can have nice things. It’s helpful, right?

Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you


Gaby Dunn; Thought Catalog

Hell Week Is Over

Hell Midterms week is over, finally. After all the frustrations and stress of the previous week, I finally got the first full day of relaxation. Although I wouldn’t really say that this is a break fro me since we have a lot of readings to do for our Law subject and additional ones for our Auditing Problems (AP) subject but I’m taking it easy today. I deserve this break and no one can freaking stop me if I want to stay in front of the computer the whole day or finish the forth season of Doctor Who or eat the stress away.

I want to rehash the week but my brain may have trashed all the bad memory of taking this years’ exams that I seem to have gone into a post-examination shock. All I know is that I badly need to change my studying habits. My old study habits seem to be lacking. My AP subject needs more focus than anything else since it’s the class I’m having a hard time catching up on. Taking the exam last Sunday, I was so dumbfounded to find that there was only thirty minutes left to take the exam and I was only finished with half of it, I panicked and blindingly shaded different letters hoping that I’ll pass the exam. 


I saw the result yesterday and unfortunately, I did not. There is only a limited amount of luck swinging my way and passing this test did not swing in my favor. That is why I need  to up my game and ace the second half of the term. 

I don’t know my scores on the other exams. Maybe I’ll get news this Thursday but for now, I’m going to shut down and maybe clear the cobwebs in my head. It needs more space if it’s going to accommodate more AP lessons. 

After the last exam, my friends and I went to the mall to unwind. We ate pizza and rented a room for karaoke. But even that did not calm me down from the hell week’s stress. Still, it was nice to hang out with my friends. 🙂


(Photo by Trishia) 

Dream Boyfriends and Crunching Numbers

I just woke up and I had to write the remains of the dream I had woken up to.

I have this boyfriend (in the dream, of course because obviously, real-life boyfriends are overrated) and he was throwing a party for a friend. So all of us were there (but I don’t know anyone in this dream, not even my boyfriend. I can’t remember his face anymore) and he got distracted until he got wasted and everyone goes home because… come on, he’s wasted get the hell out of my dream!

I was comforting him, cooing from beside the couch he was lying in and then I became angry for an argument that I can’t remember now. So I went out of the house and walked. I think I walked for about three days in the dream because my outfit kept changing and the background also changes…

Then I came to a stop in front of his house–which is throwing another party. I was about to pass it and go on my walking streak when suddenly someone grabbed my arm. And tada! It’s my boyfriend. Then we were inside the house, now spotless. No sign of humans within the space of his living room. He took out a book, placed it on his lap and then started crunching out numbers. He was calculating the reasons why we should not break up. HE WAS CALCULATING IT! My dream self was offended and gave an ultimatum along the lines of, “I am not an equation to be solved, and so is our relationship… Blahs… If this thing can be calculated then I don’t even want to stay here.”

And before I can make my grand exit, I was woken up by a knocking on the door. It was my cousin with my nephew.

So anyway, despite my lack of knowledge in the relationship department, my dream-self-in-a-relationship kicks ass. She gives nice ultimatums and takes no shit from everyone (at least I think I do). And come on! My dream-boyfriend is what? A party animal with a knack for numbers. That’s like the opposite of my dream dream boyfriend. I live in numbers everyday, I don’t want my other half to do that, too.

But what am I saying? I think this is just hunger. I better eat breakfast first before the deep-thinking.