pApEt SaNtiLLaNa: ....What I've got In Iloilo.....

Monday, April 12, 2010

....What I've got In Iloilo.....

Last April seven Wednesday seven o'clock in the morning, I am in rushed going home to Baclaran. Ang tagal kong hinitay to! When I reach home, Barber Shop is my next destination. After my hair cut, I’m ready going home to Iloilo. WOW! My two days vacation in Iloilo was so short but I enjoy it! Picture Caption

April 7, I arrived in Iloilo after lunch time. I’m waiting for my father to arrived and while waiting I decided to stay in coffee break (a popular coffee shop in Iloilo city like Starbucks here in Manila) Its just a piece of bread and a cup of coffee and it cost me 80 Pesos! Ang mahal! Anak ng Kabayo!
This is the Title! This is what I’ve got when I went home to Iloilo. Two perfumes (Adidas and Charlie), A pair of Shoes (Adidas), A lock and lock (lalagyan ng iced tea sa opis na!) and new shirt from tatay!
Going Back to Manila! Mga Bagahe! Yung karton na kulay white Wiwins na biscocho yan! Pasalubong ko sa mga ka opisina ko. Yung kulay orange! Linxak! Ang laman nito sangkatutak na ulam! Puro baboy! Ibat ibang uri ng luto ng Baboy! Nakaka praning hirap hanapan ng pwesto sa eroplano.
Hmmmm! I’m waiting for my flight going back to manila. Ito naman ang trip ko first Kape, Second Yosi my precious, and my plane ticket!

That's What I've got sulit ang pamasahe!

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aLL aBoUt Me....

Some cliched introduction would be in order. Most unnecessary, actually, since I intend to blog not anonymously and not let only a few friends know about this. Still, fresh starts for fresh journeys.
I go by Magiting (i dont know what it means in ilonggo).Call me papet if you want.Don't ask why the name 'Magiting' comes about. Crap, you may say. Inspiration out of nothing, I say.
I grow a year older every May twenty seventh. A Gemini. I am Filipino, born in San Joaquin Iloilo. But sometimes people mistake me for a igorot??? (hahahaha maybe i look like igorot).While I cherish personal time, I dislike loneliness. But maybe they are one and the same, are they not, except perhaps that loneliness is personal time for someone who does not wish for it.
I am primarily karay-a speaking, having been raised in an karay-a speaking family. I have an older brother, both parents, and no pets.
I am a person who say what i want to say. Mostly. But I am not one of those guys who talk about basketball, sex,discriminate girls just because they are supposedly the weaker sex and whine about rejections from them, because they are bitter over the fact that they have not gotten laid in a year and have resigned themselves to the sad truth that they will have to wait longer still. I simply think some women are dumb. But I love women; they can be smart/cute in their own ways but lovable, like dogs. In fact, I cannot stand most guys. Most of them think about balls and let their dicks lead them along. However, I am honest enough to acknowledge that I myself have the capacity to be everything I hate about other guys. Still, I maintain my stand.
I like to laugh, I like to write and chill out. I love reading. I am not a sporty person. I like to express myself. I like to look my best, I make no bones about it. Was it not Shakespeare who said, "Vanity, thy name is ***(it's not appropriate to put 'women' hence the asterisks? How very true.
I am realistic to a fault, imminently lazy, cynical, sardonic, acerbic. I tend to look at a picture in as many different views as I can to make a more accurate judgment of it; consequently, I am unbiased in judgment, but prone to confusing myself into contradiction and hence, indecision. By nature, I keep to myself and I value my privacy. I like to have time to myself, I find myself a very companionable companion to myself indeed. I have to have a lot of personal space. I am terribly self-conscious and have very low self-esteem. Often I am disgusted at myself.Relationships are always fleeting for me, because I find most girls my age too demanding in their expectations. I admit my expectations might be a tad too high, either. Worse still, I don't fall in love easily, and I fall out of love far too easily. But that's the way I am, and I won't settle for less. I am self-sufficient enough, and quite adequately emotionally independent not to constantly need a partner.
That's me, that's unabashedly princeofdamnation, and I make no apologies for it.