Pack your Bags!

Dear Anonymous reader,

Pack Your bags, cause we're moving! Hoooraaayyy!!
well, since I actually am starting to take this blogging thing seriously, I have decided to use a new website, one that is more practical and better looking! I hope you will like it (that is if I have any readers).

Nonetheless, I present to you my new blog:

http://nunuunleashed.wordpress.com/

Unfortunately, however, for those of you who have been on my mailing list, the new blog site doesn't have a mailing list; so you won't be able to tell when I write a new entry; you're gonna have to keep checking it from time to time (those of you who actually care which I'm guessing none lol)

So see ya at the space! (Hopefully :P)

Adios!

Floating Bubbles

Thought crossing my mind at the moment:

* Tololy tivoly tololy tivoly tololy tivoly to...
(have no idea what it means, but I've been singing this sentence ever since I woke up)

* I miss mama.

* I wonder how I'm going to finish the two books I'm reading. One of them is unbelievably hard and boring; the other just takes me a long time to decipher!

* Wow, I've been uploading this blog A LOT lately! I wonder if mama's lack of presence has anything to do with it.

* My friends suck.

* I'm in the mood for chocolate.

* My tummy hurts :(

* I'm freezing.

* I wish I had a pet. A dog maybe. He would be awesome. Yes, I would get a "he" dog and not a "she. Girls suck. They are never interesting, and they never get me. A "he dog" would solve many of my problems nowadays.

* I think I'm being cheated on. I'm positive actually. I hate the other girl. In fact, I'm so much cuter! AND more sophisticated! Wohoo!

* Most of us live in a man's world. I live in Nunu's world.

* What is my mother is going to get me? I hope something nice. Boots maybe, or a belt. I could really use a new bag.

* The statement mentioned above made me think that I am such a girl! Yes, I guess I am. There's nothing wrong with that I guess, as long as I do have other more important interests. I guess my love for fashion and style generates from my appreciating beauty. I just love everything beautiful.

* I wonder what my husband is doing at this exact moment. Where is he? Does he ever think of me? (I know this is pukish; I just can't help what I think of!)

* I wonder if anyone will ever read this. And most importantly, I wonder what this anonymous reader would think as he/she is reading this entry.

* Tololy tivoly tololy tivoly tololy tivoly to...

* Giraffes are cool, they are so freakishly tall. I wish I was taller *sigh*

* I want to go to Monaco. It seems nice there.

* It's time to cut my hair. It's been a while since I changed the way I look. Maybe I should get a makeover; crazy hair dye and all. Oh that sounds so tempting. I should chuck it on my list.

* Working with Rima is going to be a pain. Maybe I should cancel the whole thing. I don't like dealing with stupid people. They make me angry.

* I love my daddy.

* Turkish drama is pathetic and *puke*.

* Some people are just weirdos. Why would you hide an important fact as you being engaged? What? Would it make it hard for you to get girls? Since you don't live in your country and all. Alongside to being a weirdo, you are a jerk.

* Toloy tivoly tololy tivoly tololy tivoly to...

* Homer Simpson rocks my socks.

* I wonder if you have the same thought as I do sometimes. What do you think would happen if we made the "what-if" scenario a reality? I actually think things would work out. But who am I after all? Someone who is blogging out of boredom I guess.

* The maid just pissed me off. I am not a people's person. I am a me person. I only work with myself and myself only. And I am my best friend. No one is as good as I want them to be and no one will ever be! Damnation!

* Orange juice Orange juice Orange juice Orange juice Orange juice.

Peace out! Transmission over. Stay tuned for another episode of Blurty Nunu.

To Love or not to Love? That is the Question!

Today was nice. Nothing good in particular happened but it was good nonetheless. You may wonder why. Well, my guess is as good as yours. I have absolutely no idea. This has been happening a lot lately; feeling bad for no apparent reason and good for no apparent reason. A friend of mine put it nicely "It's cause you're a schizo!", he said. I suppose he's right. I am a schizo. In fact, I think we all are!

Ok, I'm drifting from my original intention in writing this post. Excuse me! I tend to that sometimes.

Oh yes, today... Today as I was with some friends, one of them (today was the first time I ever have a conversation with her) was telling me about her relationship; a magnificent love story that's been going on for four years. It's quiet fascinating actually; would work perfectly for a Hollywood romance movie. You see, the boyfriend is Spanish, and they only met twice in those four years! And yet, by some great force and magic they are so in love and bla bla bla. I liked the story, and was really interested to know the details. But, yes there is a but. But, it sounded too romantic and too unrealistic to be true. I mean, here I am sitting listening to a love story that is by no means fake and all I'm thinking is: "naah, this is too good to be true! This can never and will never work out. Pffttt, he probably doesn't even love her to begin with!"

This idea kept hovering inside my head all day. It was then that I realized how ugly and perhaps too realistic this thought is. It really made me question myself. What happened to the romantic me? When did I stop believing that love does exist? Not so long ago, I was determined that one day I'm going to meet the love of my life and live happily ever after. What? Too naive an idea? Yes I thought so! Well, don't judge me; I am not that pathetic nowadays. I guess it's called growing up and facing REALITY.

See, these last statements that I just made are exactly what I am talking about. I honestly think it's dangerous; living life without hope. And I'm not only talking about "love." I recently found myself becoming pessimistic and always expecting the worst from people. And I know this is neither healthy nor good.

I repeat my question again: when did this happen? Why did this happen? And most importantly, how did this happen? It just doesn't make sense! I've never been heartbroken before! (Well, maybe a little). Why is it that I never believe any display of affection directed towards me? This has to have a reason, and perhaps one day I'll get to find the reason. If perhaps, I started seeing a shrink (whom I know some of you right now think that I need to!) and he or she asked me to dig up past experiences and situations, then perhaps we may find the source of it all. You know, all that shrinks crap!

So is it appropriate to say that "I don't believe in love"? Do I fit the category of none believers? I remember once reading an argument made by someone to ridicule another who did not believe in metaphysics. The argument said "It's just like someone denying the existence of China just because he never went to China." Is this what's happening to me? Is this why I always poke fun at love stories? Is it that I am merely denying its existence because I never actually been there? Perhaps, but what I know is that I want to believe in it. Because after all, it's just too sad going through life without experiencing such a feeling, that is if it actually does exist.

It's not that I am not capable of love; I know that I love my family for instance. I surely love my mother, nephews and niece, and my friends. But the question is does this count?

It's not that I never had feelings for anyone. But when I really think of it, it seems that I always question my feelings and push them aside. I acknowledge them but I never give them room for growth. I always brush them off as "imaginary" and "not the real deal". Maybe it's just that I am the practical kind. But why is it then that a good romance movie brings tears to my eyes? Is it that I do believe in it but lost faith of me finding it? But then, why won't I allow for my feelings to grow? They are there, I see them, feel them, have to deal with them everyday, but why do I always brush off the idea and suppress them?

R's story was really nice. I really do wish her happiness with her "beloved." And most importantly, I wish that some answer would fall from the sky and annihilate all this wondering and confusion.

Hmm, I really wonder if this should be published or kept private. I know some of you will give me a hard time about this! Well, bring it on!

Rain

Rain,
Pouring, drenching, soaking.

The world's greatest sins,
The most dangerous,
The ones that show themselves
Only to the dreamer,
Dissolve into little particles,
When it rains.

Thoughts, pitch black,
As the darkest night,
Lurk behind the smallest curtains.
Everyday,
New ones spring,
Like little plants;
Full of thorns.
Little drops of poison,
Falling,
Keep on falling,
Crushing, killing,
Destroying,
With the purity of light,
A child's most innocent dream.

And the rain falls down,
And the child remains a child,
Immersed in the moment.
Submerged in imagination,
Fantasy and reality,
Become as one;
Inseparable as the soul and the other.
As the rain keeps falling,
Each single drop,
Bringing closer,
Making wiser,
Enlightening and enriching.

A book, the most beloved,
Wide open,
Leaves fluttering,
Drops staining;
Becomes colorless;
Without identity.
All the parts,
Mix and mingle,
Getting to know one another;
Influencing, transferring
Each one's irrational fears,
To the other;
Who's is listening?
All.

Rain,
Falling, on the little pine cone;
Crushed,
On the sidewalk it presides;
Thoughtless, unaware,
Of the effect these drops,
So full of life, rain,
Has on this limitless brain.
Unaware,
Of how every single drop,
Makes the thought of you,
Enthralling, yet poignant;
A kind of sweet obsession,
To turn to, when the world is still,
And no one else is around.

Play

The fact is well established;
I know,
You know,
The whole world knows.
It’s just a game;
Who will cave first?
Faces, mouths,
Talking, asking,
Non-stop.
It’s far more fun to pretend,
So keep playing;
No one has to lose,
No one has to win.
But I have news for you,
We’re all losing,
Time, effort,
Bits and pieces of our sanity.
It’s there,
Looking at us from above.
Choosing to ignore it,
Wanting to keep it in the dark;
We’re all scared,
Scared of what’s to come,
What’s ahead.
Shhh, don’t say a word!
Your pride might get scratched!
Be careful now,
It’s becoming risky,
Has to be addressed.
But how?
I say keep playing,
'Cause nothing is as exuberant,
It’s just common sense.
Will provide immediate satisfaction,
The kind that’s mixed with emptiness,
Served right on your dining table.
And no one will get hurt,
No one, except us.
So let’s all play,
Play till the ball hits our heads,
Play till knocked over,
Play till drained,
Play till all, but the truth,
Is acknowledged.