Surfing net is getting more boring and boring for me tonight. With only this half full glass of apple juice as my chum while waiting for the very slow download of Taylor Swift's Speak Now to finally succeed, I' am totally bored to death. Oh! I remember one thing...it's Markson birthday! Actually, I have already greeted him very early this morning, but there's something I would still want to do, not just for him but also for me, to ease this boredom that is surely a big sloth pain in the ass. haha..
Just for fun, I would like to write something for our birthday boy. A tribute... just a little slice of compliment.
I really don't know much about this guy, but I just wanna share what I know. I just wanna share the things that makes him different to any Markson surviving in this planet.
Before I set foot to the alleged(haha, weird term) Academic Paradise of the South, CMU, I already heard his name. My friend since highschool whose brother resided at Supremo's(boardinghouse where I stay) always nag about his name. She said that there is a cute nursing stud staying in Supremo's named Markson. In my mind, "Hell I care!", but I didn't said that so she kept on nagging about Markson. But I didn't found Markson there, then I just knew he moved to Boystown.
As to Ellen's description, I picture out Markson as a very handsome, masculine, and hot white cutie of College of Nursing. But he fell low to my expectations, I guess. Before the second sem started, my landlady told me that if I would now be open for a roommate, an exboarder named Markson would be my roommate. In my mind, Ellen would really be happy if she heard about this news! But my parents still decided that I would not have any roommate. Well that's okay for me, I'm more comfortable living alone in my room.
When I first saw Markson, my eyes started assessing: he is a short, moderately pimpled guy. He's quite good-looking but, ahem, quite different from the "Hercules-like" description of my friend. I'm really laughing at my room while I'm texting Ellen bout my assessment!
Days moved and I noticed more bout him. He's quite a big eater( as Ellen says), very neat, and, honest to say, but I really thought he's gay. I never had a talk to him for the first four months of us staying in the same roof. But in the last month, March, by the time-being alone, I just found myself talking to him. My first impression: He's kinda cool...not a bad thing if we would be friends.
Suddenly, my assessment changed. He's a guy who I could say kinda picky of friends, but he never turns one down, I believe. He's very nice to my boardmates, whom I find very annoying, and he makes time to have fun with them. He's very transparent as a friend. Like someone who wont be afraid to ask some favor, someone who wont turn down one, and someone who wont be afraid to be frank in front of you. For me, that's a kind of person whom I can say "REAL", not plastic in slang term, because for me, a true friend stabs you in front. He's someone who's eager to share what he have, though somehow he's bossy in a sense, but that isn't a big deal for me. Something I like bout him most, he always let us share with him his fone just to watch PGT.. As what my boardmates say, "Dili sha dalo"... I believe they're right!
As a brother to his sister, I know he's good! I remember he asked me: Carl, unsa kahay tsada na igift sacong manghod ba? Di man gud ko kauli sa iyang graduation. I'm not sure if it's graduation that he said, I cant remember it clearly, but that's the thought. For me, it shows that he really cares more than it shows. If I were him, saying sorry and congratulations to his younger sis would be enough for me. But to him, it shows that he's making it to the point that he could extend his love though he couldn't be there. That's something commendable.
And lastly, as a son, I find him quite good. I remember he shared me something bout his highschool experience about joining a gang. That's really terrible! But in the end, it shows that he respects his parents, though he said at that time he relied to his savings. haha.. And I know he calls his mom Ermat, that's a sign that he's really open to them. And openness is something not all children at teen-hood could assure their parents.
And earlier this morning, we had a short exchange of text messages. I asked him if he already went home then he said he still couldn't. I asked him, for sure you miss your mom now.. he answered "Sobra pa sa mingaw"...That's the time I felt I'm still lucky enough for I had spent Mother's day with my mom but a boy who really loves his mom like Markson simply couldn't.
In totality, for me, he's a fabulous guy. A great, open friend, a caring brother, and a loving son. For sure a friend like him deserves an article of compliment like this.
Personally, I really find him as more than a good friend. He's a "better friend", if that term exists, LOL.. =) That's why just like any other close friends of mine, I waited for 12 am to strike the clock and made it sure to greet him a happy birthday in 12 am sharp. I even tried to called but he's asleep already, then I just smiled for I just want to tell that Ellen would want to extend her greetings through me. She keeps on reminding me that.. haha!
To my dear friend Markson, our God has chose to give you another year to spread more love and plow greener pastures. This year is another roller coaster of smiles and tears, rejoice and disappointment. But there's one thing I just wanna tell you: in this another revolution trip of yours around the sun, don't forget to soar high but kneel to pray, and just keep on ROCKIN'!
My glass of apple juice is now empty, and finally, the download succeed. And shall I say, GOODNIGHT!
Just for fun, I would like to write something for our birthday boy. A tribute... just a little slice of compliment.
I really don't know much about this guy, but I just wanna share what I know. I just wanna share the things that makes him different to any Markson surviving in this planet.
Before I set foot to the alleged(haha, weird term) Academic Paradise of the South, CMU, I already heard his name. My friend since highschool whose brother resided at Supremo's(boardinghouse where I stay) always nag about his name. She said that there is a cute nursing stud staying in Supremo's named Markson. In my mind, "Hell I care!", but I didn't said that so she kept on nagging about Markson. But I didn't found Markson there, then I just knew he moved to Boystown.
As to Ellen's description, I picture out Markson as a very handsome, masculine, and hot white cutie of College of Nursing. But he fell low to my expectations, I guess. Before the second sem started, my landlady told me that if I would now be open for a roommate, an exboarder named Markson would be my roommate. In my mind, Ellen would really be happy if she heard about this news! But my parents still decided that I would not have any roommate. Well that's okay for me, I'm more comfortable living alone in my room.
When I first saw Markson, my eyes started assessing: he is a short, moderately pimpled guy. He's quite good-looking but, ahem, quite different from the "Hercules-like" description of my friend. I'm really laughing at my room while I'm texting Ellen bout my assessment!
Days moved and I noticed more bout him. He's quite a big eater( as Ellen says), very neat, and, honest to say, but I really thought he's gay. I never had a talk to him for the first four months of us staying in the same roof. But in the last month, March, by the time-being alone, I just found myself talking to him. My first impression: He's kinda cool...not a bad thing if we would be friends.
Suddenly, my assessment changed. He's a guy who I could say kinda picky of friends, but he never turns one down, I believe. He's very nice to my boardmates, whom I find very annoying, and he makes time to have fun with them. He's very transparent as a friend. Like someone who wont be afraid to ask some favor, someone who wont turn down one, and someone who wont be afraid to be frank in front of you. For me, that's a kind of person whom I can say "REAL", not plastic in slang term, because for me, a true friend stabs you in front. He's someone who's eager to share what he have, though somehow he's bossy in a sense, but that isn't a big deal for me. Something I like bout him most, he always let us share with him his fone just to watch PGT.. As what my boardmates say, "Dili sha dalo"... I believe they're right!
As a brother to his sister, I know he's good! I remember he asked me: Carl, unsa kahay tsada na igift sacong manghod ba? Di man gud ko kauli sa iyang graduation. I'm not sure if it's graduation that he said, I cant remember it clearly, but that's the thought. For me, it shows that he really cares more than it shows. If I were him, saying sorry and congratulations to his younger sis would be enough for me. But to him, it shows that he's making it to the point that he could extend his love though he couldn't be there. That's something commendable.
And lastly, as a son, I find him quite good. I remember he shared me something bout his highschool experience about joining a gang. That's really terrible! But in the end, it shows that he respects his parents, though he said at that time he relied to his savings. haha.. And I know he calls his mom Ermat, that's a sign that he's really open to them. And openness is something not all children at teen-hood could assure their parents.
And earlier this morning, we had a short exchange of text messages. I asked him if he already went home then he said he still couldn't. I asked him, for sure you miss your mom now.. he answered "Sobra pa sa mingaw"...That's the time I felt I'm still lucky enough for I had spent Mother's day with my mom but a boy who really loves his mom like Markson simply couldn't.
In totality, for me, he's a fabulous guy. A great, open friend, a caring brother, and a loving son. For sure a friend like him deserves an article of compliment like this.
Personally, I really find him as more than a good friend. He's a "better friend", if that term exists, LOL.. =) That's why just like any other close friends of mine, I waited for 12 am to strike the clock and made it sure to greet him a happy birthday in 12 am sharp. I even tried to called but he's asleep already, then I just smiled for I just want to tell that Ellen would want to extend her greetings through me. She keeps on reminding me that.. haha!
To my dear friend Markson, our God has chose to give you another year to spread more love and plow greener pastures. This year is another roller coaster of smiles and tears, rejoice and disappointment. But there's one thing I just wanna tell you: in this another revolution trip of yours around the sun, don't forget to soar high but kneel to pray, and just keep on ROCKIN'!
My glass of apple juice is now empty, and finally, the download succeed. And shall I say, GOODNIGHT!
