Introducing, my Partner in Crime.

Before you read on, allow me to clarify: I AM NOT INTO DANCESPORT. =)

The recently concluded University dancesport competitions in NORSU is worth not only for a simple come-and-watch but its really worth the watching-all-over-again. But it's not only because the competitors blew our minds and put us all in great and awestruck hush in our amazement, but simply because the "she" won it ALL OUT!

These two friends of mine showed me what real dancing is. I may not be into dancing, but watching them groove, i guess I'd be into working in for a practice hopefully.

Michelle was desperate to make it that she even had a hard time convincing me to invite Michael, Dennis and Bryan, my three close friends from outside. Good thing they win, else, I'd get into a shameful situation. =) =)

But it was a special and pensive night to me and my bestfriend, because I know how much she loves dancing.. She may have proved to many how great she could be. But being her bestfriend, I know there's really much more to say.

Here's a picture of her that I've kept a hardcopy in my closet:

She's my partner in crime. She knows both the dimmest and lightest side of me. We share the same thoughts that in fact, we need no word to say but just a wink of an eye, an expression on the face and a gesture to relay a message. I would have become Michelle Eleccion If I were a girl. =)

We talk like there's no tomorrow and we see each other as If we've not see each other for a very long time. She's even been mistakenly tagged as my girlfriend for the Nth time now.

Before, i was think there is nothing really special with this beautiful woman except the fact that she knows how to dance. But there is something that puts us in place together - something really the same that makes us stop after long hours of talking about almost everything and say, and we obliviously chorus, "Bestfriend jud tikaw."

My bestfriend's beauty and grace speaks of her intelligence and talent, and her intelligence and talent speaks of her generosity and wisdom.

And for that, "Bes, " NORSU system's dancer, (ehehe) I count you one of the best women of my life.

"I am just sooo proud of yah!"




Royalty ambisyozo
Copyright 2008

Bisyoso Ako!

Ambiyoso is finally here!

Aside from blogroyalty web logs, I have just created another blogsite (this one) to relinquish the other side of my personality through my postings, aside from being a royalty (kuno) in my own light. The 3 words that just spurred from my mind while typing this posts are, perhaps, enough to distinguish and describe myself, as a being, entirely:

Ambigious. I'm gonna crack it! My being is somehow vague to most people who knew me. Some are puzzled of even the most commonly observable attitudes and character that I possess. Ambiguous - in the sense that I have, for all these days, kept alot of things that I have reserved and kept. And this time, in this page, I shall open it all up.

Ambitious. Not a bad thing! Nothing to really explain further. I have been sinking into an obsessively illusive dream of being a royalty, and that, alone, speaks how ambitious i could get.

Vicious. A bad, good thing. Vice or being vicious for me does not necessarily mean having the nature or quality of vice or immorality as merriam webster defines it. But I could be dangerously aggressive, or marked by violence or ferocity.. My vice though is marked by being obsessively ambitious and i'm definitely thinking much (a vice) of dreaming of many things that may come along the way in the near tomorrow.

Yeah, those three things do speak of me. Whatever it is... I can't write something here anymore.
I'm ambiguously, ambitiously, vicious. BE COOL!

Why Can't Love be Fair?

My bestfriend CeeJ never learned his lesson - never to get too attached to an uncertain love. But he was too sure it was the love he was needing in his lifetime, even changing his entire life was the harshest thing he has decided upon, after hearing the words, "Let's just be friends."

He gave up. Perhaps, just almost. But seeing him bruised and scathed, I think he had just given everything up - his life, his time, his priorities to have a love perfect. He has told me often about how happy he was - like how eloquent he delivered his report at school, or how grateful he was with his newly styled haircut (even if it looks like the worst Halloween hairdo).

But he was the happiest person I've known. He was good to his friends, even good as a person, as a student, as a son. But I learned from him that not all good people get good lives.

But lately, there was a different story I have heard - it was as If my bestfriend was seeing someone that i guess, he was extremely sure of. He admitted that she was different among all he have had loved. That time, I came into believing that my bestfriend has finally found that one true love. I came into believing that not all his stories closes in a tear-jerking stage drama.

He have tried and failed, and then failed, and failed again.

Time shifted its path again for my bestfriend that I even get tired of all his seemingly unending stories. I heard enough of what Ceejay has to say. I was his soul-partner. He talks to me like there's no tomorrow. He taps my back when he wants to say something or even question me again, "Why can't love be fair?"

But I always believed in him. For my bestfriend, forgetting her is the hardest thing to do but he knows that forgetting her won’t be the hardest by the time he rebuilds his life again.

How lucky I am for not having experienced love at all even if I look pretty gorgeous.


-Oozer, the ambitious motorcycle