Posible.

Maybe I’m not the richest kid in the world nor the smartest and the most beautiful, but I know that even the most minuscule blotch in the map can dream big enough. And I mean big—quarter-pounder- like- big… BIG. Huge. Massive. Enormous. Me? I’m nothing but a mere nudgehead who happens to be one of those map blotches who hates and loves things in this world at the same time and dreams absolutely just anything possible. Hmmm..

Did it ever cross your mind that someday you might own an international airport? No? Well… you’re a loser! Hahaha! NONONO. Kidding. I didn’t mean that. You see, I want to own an airport someday. I want to be in possession of numerous airplanes and private jets. I want to see my name painted along the landing strip so passengers will see my feeyownah as they arrive. Er. Scratch the last sentence. Okay, see, having your own airport doesn’t only mean MONEY but WORLD TRAVEL. Can you imagine yourself flying to different places you wish to go to, taking loads of pictures and congesting your Multiply with numbers of me-in-here, me-in-there, me-in-somewhere until your account curses you?! Can you also imagine yourself meeting different kinds of people from Ni Hao Mah to Konnichiwa to Bon jour to idjfbgjbogbibe (what the hell?!) and learning their languages to boast in your country?

Well, I’d love to.

Now, what about your own chocolate factory? Yeah, like that Charlie and the Chocolate factory thing with those mini people singing in chorus. Having your own choco fac means nonstop sweets and I know endless calories too but SCRATCH THAT! I’m trying to make a point here okay?! Okay. See, how would you want to have sweets served in front of you the way you want them to be? How would you want to have a sweet morning and nighttime? How would you also want to give free chocolates and candies to kids in your hometown and nearby cities especially during Halloween’s Trick or Treat and Christmas without spending a single centavo? Now that’s something nice. Hadiha. And isn’t it nice to have free sweets anytime you want especially when you need a picker-upper during your broken-hearted depressed or emo kuno days?

Well, I’d love to.

Okay. You might think I’m a bit going nuts but unfortunately for you, I ain’t going nuts. Point is, most of us stop right away of yearning things we deem impossible. But why? Why do we stop right away? We say, “tsk, imposible naman!” but hey, I can testify that anything is possible. If I want to own my own chocolate factory like Willie Wonka’s, why not? I can sure work hard for that. If I want to own an airport, then I must work harder! If I want to be a star, then I will show what I got and work for it.

It all comes down to saying never let things make you think that certain things are impossible. I have realized this last night and see, I’m now more open-minded to things I want to do and I now have a clearer vision of my future.

dream big.

You, fellow blogger, what are your most possible unbelievable dreams? Go and share!

The Romance I had with IT.

Our paths crossed a year ago while I was going through with the restaurant's carte du jour. It was a hot afternoon and a cold, refreshing drink would be the best drink for me that time of the day. I was unmindful of what I chose that when the maître d ‘served a tall glass filled with this yellow-colored something that looked so ever yummy, I just went with an enormous W-O-W.

Love at first sight.

I decided to move it close to me so I could taste this yellow-colored-something a bit. I held the tall slim glass and felt as if its chilliness was running through my sacred veins. It was unbelievable. And I moved it close to me. So close to me.

The first touch.

I positioned the straw in my mouth. Then I sipped a little.

First kiss.

I sipped again. Then as it gushed deep inside me, I felt the refreshing chill of this yellow-colored-something as if telling me every little detail about it for the first time. It tasted so sweet and the taste was remarkable. I loved its texture, I loved everything about it.

Getting to know each other better and deeper.

That was when I fell in love with it; and that very day commenced my undeniable liking for this special yellow-colored-something. I became totally obsessed with it. Everyone around me needed not to ask me what I wanted. It was the only thing I wanted. My comfort.

Then memories started building up in my constipated mind. I had bad stuff going on around me while I’m with IT. IT didn’t like it. And I didn’t like IT to be involved.

The fight.

It came the point that every time I’m with IT, my stomach would cringed as some recollections of some bad things invaded my mind. Then that’s when I realized I had enough. It’s time to end this special bond.

Break-up.

I ditched IT. I didn’t bother looking at it anymore every time I went through a carte du jour. In fact, I completely kicked the once yellow-colored-something out of my life. It only gave me the creeps.

Moving-on stage.

Then I found my pink-colored-something. And I know I will be forever in love with this new penchant of my life.

I coined this pink-colored-something as the STRAWBERRY DAIQUIRI.

And my past, my yellow-colored something, is none other than the Ripe Mango Shake.

Bwahahaha. Whatever. Ang exagge mag-kwento. Laughtrip. Hahaha.