Liebster Award Froi Dencio 12:27

"The Liebster Award is given to up and coming bloggers who have less than 200 followers. So, what is a liebster? the meaning: liebster is German and means sweetest, kindest, nicest, dearest, beloved, lovely, kind, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing, and welcome. Isn’t that sweet? Blogging is about building a community and it’s a great way to connect with other bloggers and help spread the word about newer bloggers/blogs.”

 

1. Thank the person who nominated you with a link back to his/her blog.

2.Answer the questions given to you by the nominator.

3.Nominate (and notify) other bloggers for the award that have fewer than 500 followers.

4. Create 11 questions (or less) for your nominees.

5. Let the nominees know that they have been nominated by going to their blog and notifying them.

6. Display the Liebster Award logo on your page. List these rules on your post. 

(mula kay steve, http://stevevhan.blogspot.com na galing naman sa nagnominate sa kanya.)

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          Ayt!Ayt! Limang buwan na ako sa barko at medyo nawili sa pagsayaw ng Nae Nae (abangan ang nakakaewang vid). Medyo nananaba na rin ang utak ko sa mga trip ng ilang kasamahan ko pero ayos lang. Isang buwan na lang naman at masisilayan ko nang muli ang Pilipinas!

           Me nagnominate pala sa akin sa Liebster Award. Salamat Steve, haha! Pero nung una kong mabasa ang salitang "liebster," naglaway ako. Eto kase ang naiimagine ko:

Pucha, liebster pala, hindi lobster.

          At dahil me mga tanong nga na kailangang sagutin, eto ang sagot ko sa tanong ni Steve:

1.What is the most nasty thing you did and said while you dine with someone?

• Sinita ko yung kaharap ko sa kainan, subo kasi ng subo ng pagkain kahit me laman pa yung bibig. Sinabihan ko ng, "alam mo pre dalawa lang yan. Me lahi kang macaque o pufferfish ka sa previous life mo."

2. What's the craziest thing you did while you're on a public place?

• Sumayaw ako ng "We Can't Stop" sa labas ng Timezone.

3. If you're a superhero, what is the power that you'll choose from the following: SPEED: WORM CRAWLING, LICK:  SUPER LONG TONGUE, FLY: MOSQUITO WINGS.

• Yung me mosquito wings na lang. Wala eh. Buti yun nakakalipad.

4. What will you choose, zombie apocalypse or end of the world?

• Zombie Apocalypse. At least, me world pa rin.

5. Choose what you like to pet: Crocodile, 15 ft. long Anaconda, Vulture, Piranha.

• Anaconda

6. Action movie or horror movie while riding a horror themed speed train.

• Horror movie. 

7. If you're gonna die later, what will you do, who will you say sorry to and what type of death would you want?

• Eat a lot of spaghetti, to the last person I have a misunderstanding with and hmmmm, pagkahulog sa bangin na 100 miles deep.

8. Talk to God in 1 hour, what are your 3 questions?

• What is His personal name, What's His purpose for human beings, When will all suffering end.

          At ngayon, by the power vested to me by mollusks, crustaceans, echinoderms, fishes, sea mammals, sea nymphs and King Neptune himself, I nominate the following: Sir Jo, Fiel-kun, Yccos, Niss/mem'ries, Sepsep, Zaizai, Lalah, Sir Rolf.

          Me nagsabi sa akin na madali lang daw sumagot ng tanong pero mahirap gumawa nito. Kaya medyo hihirapan ko na lang ang tanong ko.haha! Eto ang mga tanong ko:

1. If by some chance you turned into a talking toad, what are you going to do aside from talking?
2. What Filipino food best describe your love life today?
3. This is related to no. 1. You turned into a talking toad but can only blurt 6 words. What are you going to say and to whom are you going to say it? (Note: Only a kiss from a human being will turn you back to normal.)
4. Aside from world peace and forever, what are you going to wish for if a genie grants you a wish? Bawal magwish ng another wish.
5. What are you going to do if you were trapped on an elevator with the man/woman of your dreams for 24 hours? (Note: walang signal ang phone nyo at lobat na rin kayo pareho)
6. What obscure English word best describe youself? (Give three with definition please. >_<)
7. If you are going to change the scientific name of human beings, what would it be and why?
8. What facial feature of a person appeals to you the most? (exclude the eyes, nose, lips and teeth.)
9. What is your favorite '90s TV program?
10. How are you going to react if you were crowned the titleholder of a prestigious international male/female pageant? Show your reaction using a gif.

         Sampu lang ang tanong ko. Haha! Pero para mas masaya, ititreat ko sa ArmyNavy ang me pinakanakakatuwang sagot. Seryoso. haha!

        

LOXODOGRAPO Froi Dencio 03:31

Matagal ko nang gustong palitan ang pangalan ng blog ko.

Wala lang talaga akong maisip kaya lumipas ang araw, linggo, buwan at taon na di napapalitan iyon.

Pagkalipas ng mga araw, linggo, buwan at taon, me nakita ako kanina sa mahiwagang Dictionary of Nautical Terms.

Napaluha ako sa tuwa at naramdaman ko na unti-unting umi-expand ang mga bagay-bagay.

Umexpand ang kalawakan, mga bituin sa kalangitan, pati yung noo ko.

LOXODOGRAPH.

Dumaloy ang luha sa mga mata ko.

LOXODOGRAPH.

Dumaloy ang uhog at dugo mula sa ilong ko.

Sa ilang taon kong pagbabarko ngayon ko lang nalaman na me ganyan palang instrumento.

"A device for recording ship's oblique course or to record a ship's travels," sabi sa diksyunaryo.

Siguro ginagamit iyan noon ng mga sinaunang marino.

Anu't ano pa man ipapangalan ko yan sa blog ko.

Tatanggalin ang H at papalitan ng O.

Para maging tunog Pilipino.

Tulad ng James na naging Santiago. Bert na naging Berto.

Lahat sila sa dulo may O.

Kaya kahit korni, gagawin kong LOXODOGRAPO. yey!

Marino Diaries Froi Dencio 00:07

 People may never understand his plight, but one thing is for sure: he always got a friend in me.

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By S.E.

          I've been working as a seaman for some time now. From time to time I have to deal with my crew mate's attitude towards me. I have to conform to the standards that may not be written but implied by the industry whose patriarchal complex and machismo is at large. Like most people who struggle in their workplaces trying to be themselves, trying to avoid discrimination, mine is of no exception. Let me share my story, a story of personal journey to self-acceptance in a world where the definition of the word acceptance is elusive.

           I remember when I was still a kid. I was innocent and carefree. All I wanted to do was play and have fun, until I grew up and the world introduced me into their set of rules. Boys are supposed to do this and girls are supposed to do that. If you won’t conform to the society’s expectations then you will be labelled like an object and be a subject to never-ending insults, making you beg for what is supposed to be given free to everyone-LOVE.

           Sometimes I ask God why He allowed me to be like this. Why do I have to see the world differently? Why would His creations hate me and tell me that I am nothing but garbage in the society, a disease. Does God really despise me? Am I not His son? Have I really been sent by Lucifer to lead mankind’s extinction? These perceptions are the very same barriers that hold me down. I am a prisoner of sexist ideology, tied to the ground their stereotypical judgments.

           For a guy who’s always been in constant struggle in finding affection and acceptance, life is not easy. While I’m up fighting an endless battle I’ve always had for more than half of my life, people around me will never cease to enjoy ideas regarding sexuality in which they have declared themselves masters at. Little do they know that it’s more than a What-you-see-is-what-you-get situation. Sexuality is a complicated puzzle. Being a hard one to decipher, in some cases, it had lead for some to question self-worth and their existence. It had even claimed lives because of the society’s pretentious idea of righteousness and godliness.

           The only way of moving forward is by suppressing every thought and emotion, practically everything about my genuine identity. I admit I would want myself to break free from the barriers that have been holding me, but I am afraid of the things that would come after. I am afraid that I would turn out to be the same generic gay guy the society had stereotyped. I am afraid how the world is going to receive me, and of course my family, whom I have always lived for. Will all my efforts of trying to be a good son and a brother go to waste? Will they still see me as the same person they have shared home with? Will I all of a sudden be a stranger to them?

            Self–acceptance is freedom or so they say. But being under the scrutinizing eyes of the people who refuse to understand how it is being on my shoes don’t seem to make that valid at all. I am torn between what I feel is right and what the society imposes to be the only way of living. I don’t see the significance of choices and living one’s own life.

           From then on, freedom is out of reach, but now as I think of it, I am not the problem. I was never the problem but the world is, blinded by too much light shed on it, failing to see the person that I really am. The guy who wants to succeed in his life and be capable of giving his parents the life they’ve always wanted to give their children but couldn’t. The guy who laughs at silly things and cries when his soul is beaten down. The guy who wants to find someone whom he will spend his life with. Have kids and a home. Go to the mall. Eat at ice cream shops. Watch sunsets. I want to be with someone I know I am going to be happy with and that is not a bad thing because to love was and will never be wrong for God is Love.

           All I have ever done was love and that is the only thing that I deeply needed. But why is it that all I ever receive is hate? I have never harmed anyone. I have always been silent, tried to be somebody whom nobody cares about. I have always been avoiding attention but when they do realize my presence, it will be the start of my never ending struggle. Emotional and mental abuse can lead me to self-destruction. But I won’t let it be my end. I just couldn’t.

           God is love, I remembered and all of a sudden I am awake. God is love. I keep on repeating it to myself like a long forgotten mantra.

         I am all that and gender will never dictate my relevance in this world. I will never fear destructive comments from people who don’t know a single thing about my personality for I am not a bad person. I will never seek revenge to those who did me wrong for I am better than that. No, I will never declare myself holy nor will I deny being a sinner. The world can judge but they can never destroy me because I have faith in God for I am His son. I will always remember that there is no evil in honesty and it shall never be called acceptance of fault. I am choosing happiness and freedom for the person that I genuinely am. Besides, I didn’t choose to be gay, I woke up like this.