Tuesday, July 11, 2006
DOODLES
I love to doodle. For people with A.D.D. like myself, doodling can be your new best friend. Especially when you're in a meeting and you want to look like you care even if really you're back in boracay laughing at the chums who are pretending to be waiting for the bus. And as you stifle a chuckle at that memory, you look down and scribble something, anything, then you look back up and say "uh huh" or "of course" and you're nothing but a dedicated a.e. again.
My alone time with doodling is every tuesday morning where I lock myself in a small room and attend a conference call. I'm not a big fan of conference calls. Meeting with other people scattered around the region via a boomerang shaped teleconferencing device is just about as futile as masturbation. I mean sure we could use the practice, and sure it can be fun, but the only audience you're really trying to please is yourself. And the rest of the peeps on the call are busy playing with themselves also that they dont really pay attention. I know i dont.
But no, I dont masturbate to pass the time during these calls. Our conference room opens to the office of the chairman so i try not to touch myself while in there. I doodle.
Doodling is really a zen exercise ha. You just clear your head of things and trust your hand to create something wonderful. And you allow yourself to be surprised nalang at the masterpiece that awaits you when you snap out of the trance.
My favorite objects of doodling are eyes, flowers, and (for some reason)swastikas.
I also like scribbling down words, or names, or just letters. Of course ETS is a favorite.
This morning, our conference call took longer than usual. So i had more time to doodle. When it was over, I realized that I had written one name over and over in different fonts and sizes.
AIDA.
how strange. I dont even know an aida.
My alone time with doodling is every tuesday morning where I lock myself in a small room and attend a conference call. I'm not a big fan of conference calls. Meeting with other people scattered around the region via a boomerang shaped teleconferencing device is just about as futile as masturbation. I mean sure we could use the practice, and sure it can be fun, but the only audience you're really trying to please is yourself. And the rest of the peeps on the call are busy playing with themselves also that they dont really pay attention. I know i dont.
But no, I dont masturbate to pass the time during these calls. Our conference room opens to the office of the chairman so i try not to touch myself while in there. I doodle.
Doodling is really a zen exercise ha. You just clear your head of things and trust your hand to create something wonderful. And you allow yourself to be surprised nalang at the masterpiece that awaits you when you snap out of the trance.
My favorite objects of doodling are eyes, flowers, and (for some reason)swastikas.
I also like scribbling down words, or names, or just letters. Of course ETS is a favorite.
This morning, our conference call took longer than usual. So i had more time to doodle. When it was over, I realized that I had written one name over and over in different fonts and sizes.
AIDA.
how strange. I dont even know an aida.
Friday, July 07, 2006
RAIN
I had to take a pause last night on my way to the terminal to take it all in.
The smell of the freshly bathed asphalt after a sudden downpour, the raindrops that find me in the mild drizzle that followed, the rustling leaves of the trees that line up benavidez, the distant but still audible howling of the wind, the woman with her blue umbrella and black 2-inch pumps scurrying along pass the men who find refuge in mini-stop and doughnuts, the icky feeling of my slippers absorbing the dirty rainwater puddle that i brilliantly unconsciously chose to stand on despite the dry land that neighbors it 2 inches to its left, the entire gloomy, grey, gotham city aura of makati.
I was standing on X and I was happy.
My geads I really lurveeee the rain!
Sana I have moments like that everyday. Even if it lasts for only 10 seconds. Even if it's followed by an overcrowded shuttle ride, the cancellation of an order after I've bought all the ingredients, and the gas running out in the middle of baking. Because it is these 10 fast, fleeting seconds that take our breath away and make us feel truly alive in a lifetime of an otherwise mundane existence. And not because it is pregnant with meaning and purpose, but because in those ten seconds, you dont need one.
"Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain”
i got this quote from jenni's blog, and i love it. The last time I played in the rain was in majayjay with my chums. Wait let me find a picture. Okay, never mind, I'm so fat pala there. But anyway, I lurveeeeeeeeeeee the rain. Tapos gigi wanted to wash na her hair since we were drenched anyway, but as soon as she lathered up, finish na the rain. So she just played volleyball with shampoo in her hair. Hee hee. So funny. okay fine, i will post it na nga.
And i also found this other quote which will be my mantra from now on in all other aspects in my life.
"The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.”
The smell of the freshly bathed asphalt after a sudden downpour, the raindrops that find me in the mild drizzle that followed, the rustling leaves of the trees that line up benavidez, the distant but still audible howling of the wind, the woman with her blue umbrella and black 2-inch pumps scurrying along pass the men who find refuge in mini-stop and doughnuts, the icky feeling of my slippers absorbing the dirty rainwater puddle that i brilliantly unconsciously chose to stand on despite the dry land that neighbors it 2 inches to its left, the entire gloomy, grey, gotham city aura of makati.
I was standing on X and I was happy.
My geads I really lurveeee the rain!
Sana I have moments like that everyday. Even if it lasts for only 10 seconds. Even if it's followed by an overcrowded shuttle ride, the cancellation of an order after I've bought all the ingredients, and the gas running out in the middle of baking. Because it is these 10 fast, fleeting seconds that take our breath away and make us feel truly alive in a lifetime of an otherwise mundane existence. And not because it is pregnant with meaning and purpose, but because in those ten seconds, you dont need one.
"Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain”
i got this quote from jenni's blog, and i love it. The last time I played in the rain was in majayjay with my chums. Wait let me find a picture. Okay, never mind, I'm so fat pala there. But anyway, I lurveeeeeeeeeeee the rain. Tapos gigi wanted to wash na her hair since we were drenched anyway, but as soon as she lathered up, finish na the rain. So she just played volleyball with shampoo in her hair. Hee hee. So funny. okay fine, i will post it na nga.
And i also found this other quote which will be my mantra from now on in all other aspects in my life.
"The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.”
Thursday, July 06, 2006
INGRID! and CISV
I already heard a lot about her before I even knew what she looked like. Riya constantly talked about her and their adventures in India. So when riya told me that Ingrid was going to be the leader of the norwegian delegation again when it was my turn to go, I knew it was going to be a great camp.
Jenny (the british leader) and I took our day off with Ingrid. And since she's been there before, she knew exactly where to take us. She brought us to this wonderful place where they sold traditional indian shoes. She took us around downtown lucknow in search of various pasalubongs and stuff. She took us to this pub where these two old and drunk indian men tried to chat us up (and while we said yes to free drinks, we said no to everything else.) She took us to Aryan restaurant which, without question, gave me my best taste of indian food yet.
Ingrid can sing tong tong tong tong pakitong kitong off the top of her head, not one syllable mispronounced. She insisted that my kids call her tita. She had the most infectious laugh and gave the tightest hugs. She was mortified of mice and cried several times in camp when this one little one we called pinky ocassionally dropped by quite nonchalantly in the middle of our meetings.
She rode the camel with me and we both screamed like little girls when the poor animal stood up to take us around the football field.
She also has the most beautiful skin I have ever seen.
Her delegation was the first to leave camp. On her last night, I went with her to say good night to the kids and watched her sing norwegian lullabies until they all cried themselves to sleep.
She's just really an all-around amazing person.
And she's coming to the Philippines in December.
Woooo Hoooooo!!!!! I'm so excited.
me and ingrid. woooo hoooo!!!!!
****
anyway, all this talk about ingrid has suddenly made me miss camp.
Every night, we would all gather around the lullaby room and well sing lullabies. (Hoy joel stop rolling your eyes!!!) Anyway, we dont sing naman twinkle twinkle noh, we sing nice songs naman. Favorites were yesterday, leaving on a jet plane, and for some reason, Hotel California.
This song was one of my favorites :-), I will sing it now.
TIME OF YOUR LIFE
Another turning point;
a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist;
directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test
and don't ask why.
It's not a question
but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
So take the photographs
and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf
In good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories
and dead skin on trial.
For what it's worth,
it was worth all the while.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
Jenny (the british leader) and I took our day off with Ingrid. And since she's been there before, she knew exactly where to take us. She brought us to this wonderful place where they sold traditional indian shoes. She took us around downtown lucknow in search of various pasalubongs and stuff. She took us to this pub where these two old and drunk indian men tried to chat us up (and while we said yes to free drinks, we said no to everything else.) She took us to Aryan restaurant which, without question, gave me my best taste of indian food yet.
Ingrid can sing tong tong tong tong pakitong kitong off the top of her head, not one syllable mispronounced. She insisted that my kids call her tita. She had the most infectious laugh and gave the tightest hugs. She was mortified of mice and cried several times in camp when this one little one we called pinky ocassionally dropped by quite nonchalantly in the middle of our meetings.
She rode the camel with me and we both screamed like little girls when the poor animal stood up to take us around the football field.
She also has the most beautiful skin I have ever seen.
Her delegation was the first to leave camp. On her last night, I went with her to say good night to the kids and watched her sing norwegian lullabies until they all cried themselves to sleep.
She's just really an all-around amazing person.
And she's coming to the Philippines in December.
Woooo Hoooooo!!!!! I'm so excited.
me and ingrid. woooo hoooo!!!!!
****
anyway, all this talk about ingrid has suddenly made me miss camp.
Every night, we would all gather around the lullaby room and well sing lullabies. (Hoy joel stop rolling your eyes!!!) Anyway, we dont sing naman twinkle twinkle noh, we sing nice songs naman. Favorites were yesterday, leaving on a jet plane, and for some reason, Hotel California.
This song was one of my favorites :-), I will sing it now.
TIME OF YOUR LIFE
Another turning point;
a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist;
directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test
and don't ask why.
It's not a question
but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
So take the photographs
and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf
In good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories
and dead skin on trial.
For what it's worth,
it was worth all the while.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
Friday, June 30, 2006
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Monday, June 26, 2006
Limang araw, walang juice!
Let's review my last week shall we;
5 days
8 events
7 of which I managed and emceed
3 in pasay
2 in cebu
1 each in olongapo, paranaque, and manila
2 regional reports submitted to Hong Kong
and that was just for 1 client
I have 2 more.
I dont know how to describe the state that I was in at the end of the week accurately so suffice it to say that i was drained to the deepest recesses of my bone marrows. Tuyo't na tuyo't at walang katas at sabor.
Buti nalang may perks rin... birthdays of 3 people I love dearly (happy birthday adi, mama and bobby), a new life for a friend whose despedida I slept through (sorry carmen and rock the u.s. good), 30 hours of sleep over the weekend, and 5 episodes of prison break.
Hindi pa rin naman balanse ang good sa bad noh, pero im okay na rin.
Kasi sometime soon, ayan na ang silver lining after the storm, ang bright light at the end of the tunnel, ang rainbow after the rain, ang window na bubuksan ni lord after the closing of a door, ang grand landing of the majestic eagle.
Kaya ba ni ets?
5 days
8 events
7 of which I managed and emceed
3 in pasay
2 in cebu
1 each in olongapo, paranaque, and manila
2 regional reports submitted to Hong Kong
and that was just for 1 client
I have 2 more.
I dont know how to describe the state that I was in at the end of the week accurately so suffice it to say that i was drained to the deepest recesses of my bone marrows. Tuyo't na tuyo't at walang katas at sabor.
Buti nalang may perks rin... birthdays of 3 people I love dearly (happy birthday adi, mama and bobby), a new life for a friend whose despedida I slept through (sorry carmen and rock the u.s. good), 30 hours of sleep over the weekend, and 5 episodes of prison break.
Hindi pa rin naman balanse ang good sa bad noh, pero im okay na rin.
Kasi sometime soon, ayan na ang silver lining after the storm, ang bright light at the end of the tunnel, ang rainbow after the rain, ang window na bubuksan ni lord after the closing of a door, ang grand landing of the majestic eagle.
Kaya ba ni ets?
Saturday, June 17, 2006
I AM NOT WHAT I DO!
an accounts person should:
1. be organized.
2. be time-conscious.
3. care enough to anticipate client's requirements.
4. give a shit about whether the brand is as big as it should be.
I:
1. am not.
2. really am not.
3. do not.
4. really do not.
It begs the question; what am i doing here?
1. be organized.
2. be time-conscious.
3. care enough to anticipate client's requirements.
4. give a shit about whether the brand is as big as it should be.
I:
1. am not.
2. really am not.
3. do not.
4. really do not.
It begs the question; what am i doing here?
Friday, June 16, 2006
sa itim, sa puti, sa abo.
Last night, while baking my wonderful flourless chocolate cake, i caught bits and pieces of a che-che lazaro feature on the Legenda case.
Legenda is the biggest hotel and casino chain in Subic Bay. It is owned and operated by a malaysian company and managed by this bald and very ma-amo looking non-Filipino (not sure if malaysian or singaporean or korean but definitely not filipino and definitely reminds me a little of pat morita - sumalangit nawa.)
Anyway, last april i think it was, PAGCOR closed them down because of non-payment of taxes since 2001. That's 5 years of operating a business in my country without giving my government what is due them. Thats 5 years of duping us under the pretense of being "lugi" when your bacharrat and poker tables were never empty even on stormy tuesday nights. Thats 5 years that I've been working my fat ass off so i can give my fair share to better this country and you did not.
Mali ka don Legenda. Maling-mali.
Pero teka muna.
Around 500 employees displaced? 500 employees with families depending on them?
BAH --- 500 is a small number compared to what their back taxes can do to our economy. They're casualties of war I thought. We cant win big if we're not willing to lose a little. Right? right.
But damn this che-che with her fair and balanced reporting. She introduces us to two of these 500. Both are women who were dealers at Legenda. Both the breadwinner of their families. Both have mouths to feed and children to send to school. Both now jobless, pesoless and getting more and more hopeless each day the casino stays closed.
In an ideal world, Legenda, who of course claims to be completely innocent of any wrong doing and who is in fact asserting the benefit of their existence by promoting local tourism and economy in Subic Bay, would pay PAGCOR and the government what they should and all these 500 peeps will go back to work and their children back to school.
But it's not an ideal world.
Either Legenda stand their ground and wins and the Philippines will be 300 million pesos poorer for it. Or they stay closed and we have to add 500 to the unemployed millions who are desperating looking for non-exixtent jobs in a struggling economy.
Itim pa rin eh. Pero parang umaabo na rin.
****
Sabi ni house md (who rocks by the way),
"WE ARE WHO PEOPLE THINK WE ARE. REALITY IS IRRELEVANT."
To his employees, this pat morita-ish manager is fighting for their right to survive. He meets with them every night, knows them by name, and reassures them that he will not give up the casino so they can keep on living. He is a hero.
To the rest of us Filipinos, he is an opportunistic foreigner who exploits our resources and does not have the decency to pay for it. He lies and manipulates to get the better end of the deal. He is a thief.
I'm sure he is somewhere in the middle. A combination of everyone's idea of who he is. A hero, a thief, and a pat morita clone. But like house said, reality is irrelevant. Everything is really just perception.
******
Okay, since i was baking while listening to cheche, im not sure sa figures.
******
Flourless chocolate cake available at compulsive eaters for only 380.00. order na.
Legenda is the biggest hotel and casino chain in Subic Bay. It is owned and operated by a malaysian company and managed by this bald and very ma-amo looking non-Filipino (not sure if malaysian or singaporean or korean but definitely not filipino and definitely reminds me a little of pat morita - sumalangit nawa.)
Anyway, last april i think it was, PAGCOR closed them down because of non-payment of taxes since 2001. That's 5 years of operating a business in my country without giving my government what is due them. Thats 5 years of duping us under the pretense of being "lugi" when your bacharrat and poker tables were never empty even on stormy tuesday nights. Thats 5 years that I've been working my fat ass off so i can give my fair share to better this country and you did not.
Mali ka don Legenda. Maling-mali.
Pero teka muna.
Around 500 employees displaced? 500 employees with families depending on them?
BAH --- 500 is a small number compared to what their back taxes can do to our economy. They're casualties of war I thought. We cant win big if we're not willing to lose a little. Right? right.
But damn this che-che with her fair and balanced reporting. She introduces us to two of these 500. Both are women who were dealers at Legenda. Both the breadwinner of their families. Both have mouths to feed and children to send to school. Both now jobless, pesoless and getting more and more hopeless each day the casino stays closed.
In an ideal world, Legenda, who of course claims to be completely innocent of any wrong doing and who is in fact asserting the benefit of their existence by promoting local tourism and economy in Subic Bay, would pay PAGCOR and the government what they should and all these 500 peeps will go back to work and their children back to school.
But it's not an ideal world.
Either Legenda stand their ground and wins and the Philippines will be 300 million pesos poorer for it. Or they stay closed and we have to add 500 to the unemployed millions who are desperating looking for non-exixtent jobs in a struggling economy.
Itim pa rin eh. Pero parang umaabo na rin.
****
Sabi ni house md (who rocks by the way),
"WE ARE WHO PEOPLE THINK WE ARE. REALITY IS IRRELEVANT."
To his employees, this pat morita-ish manager is fighting for their right to survive. He meets with them every night, knows them by name, and reassures them that he will not give up the casino so they can keep on living. He is a hero.
To the rest of us Filipinos, he is an opportunistic foreigner who exploits our resources and does not have the decency to pay for it. He lies and manipulates to get the better end of the deal. He is a thief.
I'm sure he is somewhere in the middle. A combination of everyone's idea of who he is. A hero, a thief, and a pat morita clone. But like house said, reality is irrelevant. Everything is really just perception.
******
Okay, since i was baking while listening to cheche, im not sure sa figures.
******
Flourless chocolate cake available at compulsive eaters for only 380.00. order na.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
I LOVE DOGS!
Around ten years ago, I told someone (jenni i think) that I would be happier if I gave birth to a litter of boxer pups than human babies. If that had happened, I wouldn't have been freaked out. Wouldnt have complained or anything. I would have just assumed that God loved me enough to give me that extra bucket of happiness that only dogs can give.
I recently read an article about a new hybrid of a pug (love pugs) and a beagle (LOVE beagles) christened PUGGLE.
God how cute noh.
When I told my brother bob about it, he told me about this other hybrid of a labrador and a poodle christened LABRADOODLE.
Slight mixed emotions ako dito. I need to meet an actual labradoodle first before i can have a solid opinion of them cos baka lang hindi sila photogenic.
And then, home came pats with his story of a dog with narcolepsy. Narcoleptic dogs - wow. Never have I felt so sad and laughed so hard at the same time. Well, at least, laughed so hard since guy goma.
rusty the dachshundand for the more heart-breaking
skeeter the poodle
And yesterday, I had lunch with riya, therese and jali when in came this bit of trivia (thanks to pretty jali) that the basenji does not bark.
Well color me purple and call me bruce (ha?!? - basta rumide ka nalang) but momma, if a dawg don't bark, would ya still call 'em dawgs?
Ay ewan. Hemingway, eto sya.
Basenji
They don't bark. They growl, they yoddle, and they crow but no barking. ha?!? since all the dog im exposed to right now is the very barky slugger - this is really amazing.
I love these creatures!!!!!!!!
Okay God, you know that thing i said to jenni and repeated again in this blog, feel free to take me up on that.
***
In a related matter (related to promise), my good friend from law school proposed to his girlfriend last christmas.
Here's how he did it.
Christmas eve, he gave her a stuffed toy na dog.
New years eve or day or sometime thereafter, he gave her a ring with this pablo-neruda-must-be-kicking-himself-in-the-head-for-not-coming-up-with-it-himself-proposal.
are you ready for it?
here goes.
"last christmas, i gave you man's best friend. Tonight, I will give you a girl's best friend."
Naiyak yung girl. meron akong feeling na not because of love.
I recently read an article about a new hybrid of a pug (love pugs) and a beagle (LOVE beagles) christened PUGGLE.
God how cute noh.
When I told my brother bob about it, he told me about this other hybrid of a labrador and a poodle christened LABRADOODLE.
Slight mixed emotions ako dito. I need to meet an actual labradoodle first before i can have a solid opinion of them cos baka lang hindi sila photogenic.
And then, home came pats with his story of a dog with narcolepsy. Narcoleptic dogs - wow. Never have I felt so sad and laughed so hard at the same time. Well, at least, laughed so hard since guy goma.
rusty the dachshundand for the more heart-breaking
skeeter the poodle
And yesterday, I had lunch with riya, therese and jali when in came this bit of trivia (thanks to pretty jali) that the basenji does not bark.
Well color me purple and call me bruce (ha?!? - basta rumide ka nalang) but momma, if a dawg don't bark, would ya still call 'em dawgs?
Ay ewan. Hemingway, eto sya.
Basenji
They don't bark. They growl, they yoddle, and they crow but no barking. ha?!? since all the dog im exposed to right now is the very barky slugger - this is really amazing.
I love these creatures!!!!!!!!
Okay God, you know that thing i said to jenni and repeated again in this blog, feel free to take me up on that.
***
In a related matter (related to promise), my good friend from law school proposed to his girlfriend last christmas.
Here's how he did it.
Christmas eve, he gave her a stuffed toy na dog.
New years eve or day or sometime thereafter, he gave her a ring with this pablo-neruda-must-be-kicking-himself-in-the-head-for-not-coming-up-with-it-himself-proposal.
are you ready for it?
here goes.
"last christmas, i gave you man's best friend. Tonight, I will give you a girl's best friend."
Naiyak yung girl. meron akong feeling na not because of love.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Why oh why do I keep doing this to myself?
1. I haven't eaten anything with a face since January 3, 2005. Thats two days short of a year and a half of, if you know me, impressive self-control. And yet why can't I seem to train myself to stop eating when im puking-level full na. Kailangan pa bang kumain pa kung dumating ka na sa point na tapikin ka lang sa likod eh susuka ka na. Hindi na diba? Eh bakit hindi ko kayang tumigil? Ilang beses ko na rin tong pinagdaanan. Ilang beses ko na rin tong pinagsisihan. Natututo ba ako? hindi. HINDI!
2. I have 3 major delivarables and 1 pitch presentation on monday. Naumpisihan ko na ba ang trabaho? Syempre hindi pa. So malamang, mamayang gabi, hindi na naman ako makakatulog sa kaba.
***
Ayoko na talaga maging ganito. Mamamatay ako ng maaga sa ganitong buhay eh. Busog na nga, kabado pa.
2. I have 3 major delivarables and 1 pitch presentation on monday. Naumpisihan ko na ba ang trabaho? Syempre hindi pa. So malamang, mamayang gabi, hindi na naman ako makakatulog sa kaba.
***
Ayoko na talaga maging ganito. Mamamatay ako ng maaga sa ganitong buhay eh. Busog na nga, kabado pa.
Monday, May 29, 2006
Friday, May 26, 2006
There is a land called Passiva Aggressiva...
... and you are its mayor.
-Patrick Dempsey as McDreamy-
Grey's Anatomy. I love this show. It's funny. It's smart. It's honest. It's painful. I just cant get enough of it.
And, of course, this one here.
-Patrick Dempsey as McDreamy-
Grey's Anatomy. I love this show. It's funny. It's smart. It's honest. It's painful. I just cant get enough of it.
And, of course, this one here.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
okay.
i'm gonna say it this once because it has to be said. and then i will bury it in my subconscious again and pretend its not true.
i miss being in love.
there. it's said.
and i have a feeling that the reason why i miss it these days is because of this guy. because i really really really love him.
i miss being in love.
there. it's said.
and i have a feeling that the reason why i miss it these days is because of this guy. because i really really really love him.
Friday, May 19, 2006
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
So why don't you leave already?
exactly.
don't call me unnationalistic, don't call me an ingrate, don't call me a traitor to my country and don't call me an escapist. i want to leave. i've been wanting to leave since the day i found out that the world is so much bigger than isabela. i'm not leaving in search of greener pastures, i just want to see all the pastures out there - green, red, snow-covered.
okay, let me rephrase that.
it's not that i want to leave, i just really really really want to go somewhere else.
i want to ride a camel and see the pyramids of giza,
i want to ride a gondola and smell the waters of venice,
i want to play poker in a casino in monaco,
i want to party in ibiza and look for colin firth in london,
i want to avoid the landmines of vietnam and pose a-la lara croft in angkor wat,
i want to rapel down that clift in palawan and climb up mt. pulag
i want to be somewhere else. and when i get there, i know i will want to be someplace else again.
so why dont i leave already?
exactly.
Note to self: be a doer ets. enough talk. lets do.
don't call me unnationalistic, don't call me an ingrate, don't call me a traitor to my country and don't call me an escapist. i want to leave. i've been wanting to leave since the day i found out that the world is so much bigger than isabela. i'm not leaving in search of greener pastures, i just want to see all the pastures out there - green, red, snow-covered.
okay, let me rephrase that.
it's not that i want to leave, i just really really really want to go somewhere else.
i want to ride a camel and see the pyramids of giza,
i want to ride a gondola and smell the waters of venice,
i want to play poker in a casino in monaco,
i want to party in ibiza and look for colin firth in london,
i want to avoid the landmines of vietnam and pose a-la lara croft in angkor wat,
i want to rapel down that clift in palawan and climb up mt. pulag
i want to be somewhere else. and when i get there, i know i will want to be someplace else again.
so why dont i leave already?
exactly.
Note to self: be a doer ets. enough talk. lets do.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
eh ang saken lang naman
hindi lahat ng away pinapatulan
hindi lahat ng opinyon kailangan isigaw sa mundo
hindi lahat ng opinyon na taliwas sa yo eh kailangan batiin ng asim
baka may matutunan kang iba o makaintindi ka lalo kung shumut-up ka muna at makinig
at kung nakikinig ka muna bago mag-react, baka hindi ka ganyan kataba,
masyado ka kasing umi-eat your words eh
minsan kasi, okay na ang okay lang
in other words, wag masyadong masikip ang bra.
relax lang man.
relax lang.
hindi lahat ng opinyon kailangan isigaw sa mundo
hindi lahat ng opinyon na taliwas sa yo eh kailangan batiin ng asim
baka may matutunan kang iba o makaintindi ka lalo kung shumut-up ka muna at makinig
at kung nakikinig ka muna bago mag-react, baka hindi ka ganyan kataba,
masyado ka kasing umi-eat your words eh
minsan kasi, okay na ang okay lang
in other words, wag masyadong masikip ang bra.
relax lang man.
relax lang.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Seasons of sweat (in collaboration with mamu, inspired by leoy)
to all pinoys who are frying under the philippine sun, sing with me now
525,600 celsius
525,000 people who sweat
525,000 different odors
from people sweating and looking all wet
In greenbelt
In landmark
In sm or even glori
In churches
in kalyes
like shaw boulevard
In MRTs
In LRTs
And even in PNBs
In banyos
In bancos
in our muslim brother's mosques
525,600 celsius
how do you measure the heat in this land?
what about hemps?
what about hemps?
what about hemps?
people with hemps
people with hemps
people with hemps
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Monday, April 24, 2006
A sunday with mommie
Sometimes we forget that people are more than the labels they wear in our lives. That mothers are more than mothers and aunts are more than their sisters. That they lived in interesting times with far more remarkable stories to tell. And that sometimes, the best way to spend a hot Sunday afternoon is to listen to them.
**
Ets:
How did Abuela know that lolo was cheating on her?
Mama:
It was a small town naman. Everybody knew already that papa was having an affair with his secretary. I think that when he wanted to leave her, he couldn’t because she was menor de edad and her father was the chief of police who threatened him. So he just stuck it out with her.
Ana:
I think I know na why tita milagring doesn’t like lolo very much. Didn’t Naty beat her up once tita?
Mama:
Ah yes. That Natividad with her mother and her brother chased after milagring on her way home from school and beat her up. She was only in grade 4 can you imagine. And she went home all dirty and bruised with bald patches of hair because they pulled it out. Buti nalang tunying and quiting saw what happened and stopped it.
Ana:
What did lolo do when he found out?
Mama:
He was in Manila at that time trying to win mama back. But when he came home and heard the stories, he believed the version of Natividad.
Ets / Ana (in unison):
Ha?!? How can he do that?
Mama:
Because this natividad claimed that Milagring was calling her the four-letter word (PUTA!) But actually it was your tita marilou who was really very angry at her and who shouted the four-letter word everytime she would see them. But marilou was the strong one so they couldn’t touch her, so they ganged up on milagring.
And when papa went home and found out, naku, he really beat up marilou and blamed her for what happened to milagring.
Ets / Ana (again in unison):
What?!?!?
Mama:
You know, after that, marilou locked herself up in the room for 4 days and did not come out. She was just in the corner, crying. Lola tried to calm her down but she really wouldn’t stop. She just kept saying over and over that nobody loved her and that no one was gonna take care of her.
So mama called me up in tears cos I was also in Manila at that time and she told me to please come home and look after my sister. So I left school and went home and stayed with Marilou until she was better. Kawawa naman.
Ets:
Ang kapal. Why were they so angry ba?
Mama:
Because my lola refused to let them in the big house. And for Naty that would have been the greatest recognition. But my lola was firm and she really told her one day that the only in-law I will ever receive in this house is Victoria. So Naty was very frustrated.
Papa kept on trying to sneak them in but my Lola never accepted them. One time, this Naty was really crazy ha, one time she even pretended that she was possessed by my Lolo.
She went there to the ancestral house and with a deep voice said “I am Paco. Come here and give me a kiss. And please let Natividad live here so I can live here again.”
My lola just looked at her and said “My god you’re crazy. You’re not Paco. You’re Naty and you’re not welcome here.”
Ets / Ana (laughing so hard):
No way! Really? She pretended to be possessed?
Mama:
Yes. And my God how she got the whole town believing ha. Even your tita marissa went there to the farm to have a conversation with “paco.”
And you know one afternoon, I saw naty in town and I really went to talk to her because I’ve been hearing that Papa wasn’t sleeping anymore because of her craziness. So I told her “hoy, What are you trying to do? Are you trying to kill my father with these ridiculous stories of yours?”
You know what she did, she looked at me and said “Why are you afraid of me? I am paco.”
So I told her “You are not Paco. You are crazy. And you are the kabit of my father do you hear me? You are not Paco, You are the kabit!”
Ets / Ana:
hahahahahhahahahahahahaha. My God she was really crazy noh.
Mama:
Tapos one time, papa tried to bring that natividad and Maryanne to the big house (Maryanne is their first-born child) because Maryanne was sick raw. You know I couldn’t stop myself. I was already married but I went to the big house to throw them out. That was the ultimate insult already. And I knew that the best way to hurt Naty was to hurt her daughter so I drove her out of the house.
And papa was there and he stopped me ha. He had the nerve to tell me that I had no heart. I told him “Why? Where was her heart when she beat up Milagring? Where was yours?”
Ets:
Do you think Abuelo regretted it in the end?
Mama:
Yes. He did. You know, a few months before he died when he was already losing his sight, he started calling out for us and and mama. And naty told him that we had all already died, can you imagine? Naku, how he cried when he was told that. And Zeny (my aunt who lived right beside them) literally heard him howling through the night in agony. So finally the next morning, she went there to ask how papa was doing and when papa asked her if it was true that his children and Victoria had died, she told him that we were all still alive and in Manila. You know, he got down on his knees raw talaga and started thanking the Lord that we were okay and he just kept on crying.
Ets (teary-eyed):
God, really?
Mama:
Yeah. He died a lonely man. How sad.
**
My mother is the 3rd of 8 children. That’s 8 not counting that 2 my Abuelo had with Natividad.
Its funny how the first 4 have such wonderful memories of my lolo while the younger ones had no amor for him at all. They were the ones who were greatly affected by his adultery. They were the ones who walked the streets in old tattered shoes while his daughters with Naty paraded around town with new shoes and matching bags.
**
Men suck!
**
Ets:
How did Abuela know that lolo was cheating on her?
Mama:
It was a small town naman. Everybody knew already that papa was having an affair with his secretary. I think that when he wanted to leave her, he couldn’t because she was menor de edad and her father was the chief of police who threatened him. So he just stuck it out with her.
Ana:
I think I know na why tita milagring doesn’t like lolo very much. Didn’t Naty beat her up once tita?
Mama:
Ah yes. That Natividad with her mother and her brother chased after milagring on her way home from school and beat her up. She was only in grade 4 can you imagine. And she went home all dirty and bruised with bald patches of hair because they pulled it out. Buti nalang tunying and quiting saw what happened and stopped it.
Ana:
What did lolo do when he found out?
Mama:
He was in Manila at that time trying to win mama back. But when he came home and heard the stories, he believed the version of Natividad.
Ets / Ana (in unison):
Ha?!? How can he do that?
Mama:
Because this natividad claimed that Milagring was calling her the four-letter word (PUTA!) But actually it was your tita marilou who was really very angry at her and who shouted the four-letter word everytime she would see them. But marilou was the strong one so they couldn’t touch her, so they ganged up on milagring.
And when papa went home and found out, naku, he really beat up marilou and blamed her for what happened to milagring.
Ets / Ana (again in unison):
What?!?!?
Mama:
You know, after that, marilou locked herself up in the room for 4 days and did not come out. She was just in the corner, crying. Lola tried to calm her down but she really wouldn’t stop. She just kept saying over and over that nobody loved her and that no one was gonna take care of her.
So mama called me up in tears cos I was also in Manila at that time and she told me to please come home and look after my sister. So I left school and went home and stayed with Marilou until she was better. Kawawa naman.
Ets:
Ang kapal. Why were they so angry ba?
Mama:
Because my lola refused to let them in the big house. And for Naty that would have been the greatest recognition. But my lola was firm and she really told her one day that the only in-law I will ever receive in this house is Victoria. So Naty was very frustrated.
Papa kept on trying to sneak them in but my Lola never accepted them. One time, this Naty was really crazy ha, one time she even pretended that she was possessed by my Lolo.
She went there to the ancestral house and with a deep voice said “I am Paco. Come here and give me a kiss. And please let Natividad live here so I can live here again.”
My lola just looked at her and said “My god you’re crazy. You’re not Paco. You’re Naty and you’re not welcome here.”
Ets / Ana (laughing so hard):
No way! Really? She pretended to be possessed?
Mama:
Yes. And my God how she got the whole town believing ha. Even your tita marissa went there to the farm to have a conversation with “paco.”
And you know one afternoon, I saw naty in town and I really went to talk to her because I’ve been hearing that Papa wasn’t sleeping anymore because of her craziness. So I told her “hoy, What are you trying to do? Are you trying to kill my father with these ridiculous stories of yours?”
You know what she did, she looked at me and said “Why are you afraid of me? I am paco.”
So I told her “You are not Paco. You are crazy. And you are the kabit of my father do you hear me? You are not Paco, You are the kabit!”
Ets / Ana:
hahahahahhahahahahahahaha. My God she was really crazy noh.
Mama:
Tapos one time, papa tried to bring that natividad and Maryanne to the big house (Maryanne is their first-born child) because Maryanne was sick raw. You know I couldn’t stop myself. I was already married but I went to the big house to throw them out. That was the ultimate insult already. And I knew that the best way to hurt Naty was to hurt her daughter so I drove her out of the house.
And papa was there and he stopped me ha. He had the nerve to tell me that I had no heart. I told him “Why? Where was her heart when she beat up Milagring? Where was yours?”
Ets:
Do you think Abuelo regretted it in the end?
Mama:
Yes. He did. You know, a few months before he died when he was already losing his sight, he started calling out for us and and mama. And naty told him that we had all already died, can you imagine? Naku, how he cried when he was told that. And Zeny (my aunt who lived right beside them) literally heard him howling through the night in agony. So finally the next morning, she went there to ask how papa was doing and when papa asked her if it was true that his children and Victoria had died, she told him that we were all still alive and in Manila. You know, he got down on his knees raw talaga and started thanking the Lord that we were okay and he just kept on crying.
Ets (teary-eyed):
God, really?
Mama:
Yeah. He died a lonely man. How sad.
**
My mother is the 3rd of 8 children. That’s 8 not counting that 2 my Abuelo had with Natividad.
Its funny how the first 4 have such wonderful memories of my lolo while the younger ones had no amor for him at all. They were the ones who were greatly affected by his adultery. They were the ones who walked the streets in old tattered shoes while his daughters with Naty paraded around town with new shoes and matching bags.
**
Men suck!
Monday, April 10, 2006
COMPULSIVE EATERS - the resurrection
The logo needs redoing.
The products need tweaking.
The line needs finalizing.
And the owner needs some financing.
But the passion and the energy is back baby yeah!!!!
let's do this. and this time let's do this all the way.
The products need tweaking.
The line needs finalizing.
And the owner needs some financing.
But the passion and the energy is back baby yeah!!!!
let's do this. and this time let's do this all the way.
Friday, April 07, 2006
I give you frodo, the light of elindil
President Arroyo had her 12th birthday a couple of days back. In celebration, the New York Times came out with a lovely editorial piece entitled "Dark Days for Philippine Democracy." The editorial pretty much called PGMA a would-be dictator and implored their President Bush to caution ours not to cross over to the dark side.
PGMA's people (from the presidential spokesperson to our ambassador to the US) are, of course, desperately scrambling to defend her. They say that the opposition's "irresponsible political efforts are impacting international perceptions." They are, yet again, justifying the reasons behind the president's actions these past couple of months. They, as expected, refuse to see that maybe, just maybe, the editorial's concerns are valid and should be considered the next time they have a cabinet meeting. That these 'perceptions' are in fact reflections of what is.
I am embarrassed to admit that I've been too tired and too busy to give a shit about what has been going on. When she declared a state of emergency last february 24, I was busy launching a spa. When I heard that she ordered the arrest of Randy David and several others, I remember briefly thinking "Wow! Marcos is back!" and went on ahead to make sure that the floating candles were lit and the ushers briefed. And when i found out that the military were closely monitoring opposition publications, tv and radio stations, i thought "ahhh... that isnt right" and then proceeded to google what hair style i wanted and where i should get it from.
However, now that my hair has been cut (3 times at that) and the spa has been launched and other projects are done, i have no more excuse to ignore what is up with this country.
The truth is that the future scares me. This country is thirsty for a leadership that is bigger than one leader. This country is hungry for a government that will put the needs of its people first and political agendas last.
In 1986, the world watched in awe as millions of Filipinos came together to drive a dictator to exile in a revolution that did not see a single drop of blood. Today, the world is watching still, but this time in fear, cos we seem to be heading back to where we started.
I dont want to second guess the president. I will give her the benefit of the doubt, because I'm a piscean who believes in the good of people, that she is acting as a president who wants the best for this country. But when you claim that you're protecting democracy by curtailing it, especially when its still highly unnecessary, may pagka nonsense ka ata sa part na yon.
You're farting paranoia ma'am and it stinks all the way to New York.
So to you frodo, on your birthday, I give you the light of elindil. May it allow you to see beyond your paranoia and acknowledge that maybe your detractors have a point. If you just pry yourself away from your cha-cha campaign, I'm sure you will see this.
***********
Yesterday, the US ambassador to the Philippines was interviewed about her take on the New York Times editorial. Sabi nya "We are happy (or proud - i forget) that the media are free to express their opinions in our country." or something to that effect.
tsk tsk tsk
***********
Although hwag naman sanang seryosohin ng US ang concern nila sa democracy natin noh. Baka feeling big brother na naman etong mga kanong to at pasukin tayo.
tsk tsk tsk
PGMA's people (from the presidential spokesperson to our ambassador to the US) are, of course, desperately scrambling to defend her. They say that the opposition's "irresponsible political efforts are impacting international perceptions." They are, yet again, justifying the reasons behind the president's actions these past couple of months. They, as expected, refuse to see that maybe, just maybe, the editorial's concerns are valid and should be considered the next time they have a cabinet meeting. That these 'perceptions' are in fact reflections of what is.
I am embarrassed to admit that I've been too tired and too busy to give a shit about what has been going on. When she declared a state of emergency last february 24, I was busy launching a spa. When I heard that she ordered the arrest of Randy David and several others, I remember briefly thinking "Wow! Marcos is back!" and went on ahead to make sure that the floating candles were lit and the ushers briefed. And when i found out that the military were closely monitoring opposition publications, tv and radio stations, i thought "ahhh... that isnt right" and then proceeded to google what hair style i wanted and where i should get it from.
However, now that my hair has been cut (3 times at that) and the spa has been launched and other projects are done, i have no more excuse to ignore what is up with this country.
The truth is that the future scares me. This country is thirsty for a leadership that is bigger than one leader. This country is hungry for a government that will put the needs of its people first and political agendas last.
In 1986, the world watched in awe as millions of Filipinos came together to drive a dictator to exile in a revolution that did not see a single drop of blood. Today, the world is watching still, but this time in fear, cos we seem to be heading back to where we started.
I dont want to second guess the president. I will give her the benefit of the doubt, because I'm a piscean who believes in the good of people, that she is acting as a president who wants the best for this country. But when you claim that you're protecting democracy by curtailing it, especially when its still highly unnecessary, may pagka nonsense ka ata sa part na yon.
You're farting paranoia ma'am and it stinks all the way to New York.
So to you frodo, on your birthday, I give you the light of elindil. May it allow you to see beyond your paranoia and acknowledge that maybe your detractors have a point. If you just pry yourself away from your cha-cha campaign, I'm sure you will see this.
***********
Yesterday, the US ambassador to the Philippines was interviewed about her take on the New York Times editorial. Sabi nya "We are happy (or proud - i forget) that the media are free to express their opinions in our country." or something to that effect.
tsk tsk tsk
***********
Although hwag naman sanang seryosohin ng US ang concern nila sa democracy natin noh. Baka feeling big brother na naman etong mga kanong to at pasukin tayo.
tsk tsk tsk
Thursday, March 30, 2006
WEDNESDAY: MY CHEAPNESS (T.Y.U. series)
a very muffled but still quite audible screech escaped me when i saw him last night. a screech that lasted a good ten seconds.
i wanted to stop in front of him and say "i'm just a girl standing in front of a boy asking him to love her. so choose me. love me. marry me." but i was fully aware that not even my charms can straighten this road.
but it was the highlight of my day. actually, it was the highlight of my month.
so, in the immortal words of a then-unknown tony gonzaga.
I LOVE YOU PIOLO!!!!
i wanted to stop in front of him and say "i'm just a girl standing in front of a boy asking him to love her. so choose me. love me. marry me." but i was fully aware that not even my charms can straighten this road.
but it was the highlight of my day. actually, it was the highlight of my month.
so, in the immortal words of a then-unknown tony gonzaga.
I LOVE YOU PIOLO!!!!
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
TUESDAY: NEW FRIENDS (Thank You Universe series)
at my age, new friends come in trickles. maybe its because at some point i just got tired of having to introduce who i am again to someone new and have to explain why i dont drive, or why i dont have savings, or why i dont have a boyfriend. maybe its because at my age, i just dont want to waste my time with small talk and idle chit chat that may or may not lead to geniune friendships. maybe its because i think i already have all the the friends that i need and have no time or no room for more.
but in the past year, i have to say that i made a number of new, good friends that i would like to invite to be part of my wedding entourage.
IRENE - who could possibly be, i shit you not, funnier than me.
CARMEN - who, just like sally, thinks she's low maintenance when she's actually high maintenance. very high maintenance. and that is perfectly okay.
TIM - absolutely the nicest and most grounded man i've ever met. probably one of the hottest too.
INGRID and JENNY - the only time i truly enjoyed shopping was when i did it with these two.
MAREX - just because.
TOVE - the best roommate ever.
but in the past year, i have to say that i made a number of new, good friends that i would like to invite to be part of my wedding entourage.
IRENE - who could possibly be, i shit you not, funnier than me.
CARMEN - who, just like sally, thinks she's low maintenance when she's actually high maintenance. very high maintenance. and that is perfectly okay.
TIM - absolutely the nicest and most grounded man i've ever met. probably one of the hottest too.
INGRID and JENNY - the only time i truly enjoyed shopping was when i did it with these two.
MAREX - just because.
TOVE - the best roommate ever.
Friday, March 24, 2006
THANK YOU UNIVERSE!
appreciation is a good thing. so everyday i will be thankful for something in this world.
it started last friday and i made a mental note of the things that i was grateful for from then till yesterday.
FRIDAY: MONGGO
for this one, i will be makata about it.
Ako ay nagpapasalamat
sa dakilang monggo
na ubod ng sarap
ginataan man o guisado
gilingin mo man at balutin
mala hopia ng eng bi tin
ang mongo ay isang very
good source of protein
SATURDAY: LAMIG / COLDNESS
I spent the weekend in tagaytay with CISV peeps for staff training. Ang sarap ng hindi imperyeno ang init.
SUNDAY: CISV
On good days, i truly believe that what we do will make a difference someday.
On bad days, i've met a whole bunch of incredibly funny and smart people who will sing the moose song with me.
Eitherway, CISV is a win-win come rain or come shine.
MONDAY: STEALTH SETTINGS
YM is really one of the best things in the world. And stealth settings is a big factor why.
it started last friday and i made a mental note of the things that i was grateful for from then till yesterday.
FRIDAY: MONGGO
for this one, i will be makata about it.
Ako ay nagpapasalamat
sa dakilang monggo
na ubod ng sarap
ginataan man o guisado
gilingin mo man at balutin
mala hopia ng eng bi tin
ang mongo ay isang very
good source of protein
SATURDAY: LAMIG / COLDNESS
I spent the weekend in tagaytay with CISV peeps for staff training. Ang sarap ng hindi imperyeno ang init.
SUNDAY: CISV
On good days, i truly believe that what we do will make a difference someday.
On bad days, i've met a whole bunch of incredibly funny and smart people who will sing the moose song with me.
Eitherway, CISV is a win-win come rain or come shine.
MONDAY: STEALTH SETTINGS
YM is really one of the best things in the world. And stealth settings is a big factor why.
a general state of blah
don't get me wrong. i'm not complaining. im just saying it as it is - my life, for the past month, birthday hoopla and all, is in a general state of limbo. Neither here nor there. Not bad but not good. Not sad but not happy. Not desperately boring but not terribly exciting either.
i am not a passionate person. again not a complaint, just a fact. and i think this is not the first time i've said this here. i have this horrible ability to detach myself from situations or emotions or even people. i'm not quite sure anymore if i still do it consciously or if, because of years of training, i've just naturally evolved into this person who automatically shuts off that part of her brain that allows herself to feel more than okay for something.
it would be nice to be excited about something for real. to be inspired for real. to be driven for real. to feel for real. even if it means being disappointed for real. or being rejected for real.
hmmmm... should i change the title of this blog to "for real."
i am not a passionate person. again not a complaint, just a fact. and i think this is not the first time i've said this here. i have this horrible ability to detach myself from situations or emotions or even people. i'm not quite sure anymore if i still do it consciously or if, because of years of training, i've just naturally evolved into this person who automatically shuts off that part of her brain that allows herself to feel more than okay for something.
it would be nice to be excited about something for real. to be inspired for real. to be driven for real. to feel for real. even if it means being disappointed for real. or being rejected for real.
hmmmm... should i change the title of this blog to "for real."
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Monday, February 27, 2006
Suck it up!
I learned it late but I learned it well. We live with the choices we make. And It's best to assume that we wont be given the opportunity to undo the bad ones so we have to try our friggin best to get it right every chance we get.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Hey you! do not mock my pain!
So when i tell you that my right ear is really painful, you be overly concerned and acknowledge my fear that i might have a tumor there. You do not just tell me that its probably just a pimple.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Note to self
Ets, please remember that you are not the type to move on quickly. Think of that the next time a month-long life-altering experience is on the table.
Monday, January 30, 2006
Partners in Peace
I'm so happy i'm gonna rhyme!
55 happy faces
from 14 different places
a mix of colors and races
some plain and some with braces
Hee hee
Seriously, It was a beautiful month and I pray that my rotting memory will remember each one of them and each day of it forever.
55 happy faces
from 14 different places
a mix of colors and races
some plain and some with braces
Hee hee
Seriously, It was a beautiful month and I pray that my rotting memory will remember each one of them and each day of it forever.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
pssssst.........
quickie lang to promise.
we went on our village outing kanina and we were brought to some lose water park na mas malinis pa ang tubig sa cityland pool. And since i was tamad to shave my legs and also too tamad to freeze to death, i didnt swim and was just walking around and stuff.
And then suddenly, some indian boy, who was about 15 years old or so, came up to me and said "excuse me, may i have a snap with you?" while pointing to his camera. So si ets medyo gulat na nagtanong ng "ah... why?" and the man just shyly said "you are gorgeous."
Whoa!!!
so after some "no im shy" - "but dont be shy" repeated exchange. Nagpapicture na rin ako.
Saya.
we went on our village outing kanina and we were brought to some lose water park na mas malinis pa ang tubig sa cityland pool. And since i was tamad to shave my legs and also too tamad to freeze to death, i didnt swim and was just walking around and stuff.
And then suddenly, some indian boy, who was about 15 years old or so, came up to me and said "excuse me, may i have a snap with you?" while pointing to his camera. So si ets medyo gulat na nagtanong ng "ah... why?" and the man just shyly said "you are gorgeous."
Whoa!!!
so after some "no im shy" - "but dont be shy" repeated exchange. Nagpapicture na rin ako.
Saya.
Saturday, December 31, 2005
THE KUMARS
I keep on waiting for inspiration to hit so i can write something profound about my india experience. But, truth is, while I'm already starting to feel the magic of the country, it hasnt penetrated my soul just yet. And until it does, I will save any insights and realizations for another day.
In the meantime, I am in the land of Kumars. They look alike, they talk alike, they dress alike, but, no, im glad to say that they dont all smell alike. Some observations;
1. They love to shake their heads when talking.
2. They sure love their eyeliner. Miski meron pa yung from kahapon, papatungan pa rin nila ng bago ngayon.
3. Yung iba sa kanila, kung baga sa charcoal painting, hindi suabe ang blending ng kulay sa mukha nila. Nag ju-jump from dark ash gray to mild tan ang pigments nila ng walang pasabi.
im so sleepy na.
In the meantime, I am in the land of Kumars. They look alike, they talk alike, they dress alike, but, no, im glad to say that they dont all smell alike. Some observations;
1. They love to shake their heads when talking.
2. They sure love their eyeliner. Miski meron pa yung from kahapon, papatungan pa rin nila ng bago ngayon.
3. Yung iba sa kanila, kung baga sa charcoal painting, hindi suabe ang blending ng kulay sa mukha nila. Nag ju-jump from dark ash gray to mild tan ang pigments nila ng walang pasabi.
im so sleepy na.
Monday, December 26, 2005
Im in Singapore right now
Airport lang naman. But still, another country.
Made a super stupid request kanina sa Singapore Airlines, I needed to chew something cos we were landing na and my ears were about to explode. So I asked the F.A. for gum.
Mali. Maling-mali. Number 1 enemy nga pala nila yon.
Made a super stupid request kanina sa Singapore Airlines, I needed to chew something cos we were landing na and my ears were about to explode. So I asked the F.A. for gum.
Mali. Maling-mali. Number 1 enemy nga pala nila yon.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Some theories here
THEORY 1:
7 months ago, while walking to 719 to hang with adi, two men jumped me from behind and did that thing that kung fu peeps do to their kalabans to knock them down cold and raped me under the skyway. They were decent enough to clean me after and fix the 'scene of the crime' to make it seem that I just fainted. They were however not responsible enough to put on a condom.
I then wake up thinking that I did just faint and went on my way.
As a result, I am now 7 months pregnant.
THEORY 2:
When I had the lumps in my armpit taken out years ago, the doctors were not able to remove it completely. The cyst has since fallen from the pits and found new home in my stomach where it bided its time waiting for the day when it will manifest itself as a tumor of hydrocephalic proportions.
That time has come.
THEORY 3:
Again, 7 months ago, strapped for cash and caught in a moment of desperation, I walked the streets of makati av. selling my sex for money. One brave man bought. So I had sex with him, unprotected at that, because I didnt want to waste more money on rubbers.
I was immediately filled with shame and guilt right after that I gave all the money to charity and blocked it from my memory completely.
I am now 7 months pregnant.
THEORY 4:
Immaculate conception and now 7 months pregnant.
THEORY 5:
Kanin. ang daming kanin sa mundo.
*Above are my theories on why my stomach is suddenly the biggest thing on earth.
7 months ago, while walking to 719 to hang with adi, two men jumped me from behind and did that thing that kung fu peeps do to their kalabans to knock them down cold and raped me under the skyway. They were decent enough to clean me after and fix the 'scene of the crime' to make it seem that I just fainted. They were however not responsible enough to put on a condom.
I then wake up thinking that I did just faint and went on my way.
As a result, I am now 7 months pregnant.
THEORY 2:
When I had the lumps in my armpit taken out years ago, the doctors were not able to remove it completely. The cyst has since fallen from the pits and found new home in my stomach where it bided its time waiting for the day when it will manifest itself as a tumor of hydrocephalic proportions.
That time has come.
THEORY 3:
Again, 7 months ago, strapped for cash and caught in a moment of desperation, I walked the streets of makati av. selling my sex for money. One brave man bought. So I had sex with him, unprotected at that, because I didnt want to waste more money on rubbers.
I was immediately filled with shame and guilt right after that I gave all the money to charity and blocked it from my memory completely.
I am now 7 months pregnant.
THEORY 4:
Immaculate conception and now 7 months pregnant.
THEORY 5:
Kanin. ang daming kanin sa mundo.
*Above are my theories on why my stomach is suddenly the biggest thing on earth.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
my geads!!!
Lagi nalang akong gutom. At hindi cute na gutom ha. Talagang "fuck! hwag mo akong kausapin. walang nakakatawa sa mundo as of this point" kind of gutom.
----
Last night, we had our christmas party at the top of the citi. We being jenni, veronica, allan, irene, maebelle, marex, pam, kathleen and myself. An odd mix of people really, each coming from a different psychographics profile.
We have (in no particular order):
an extremely talented but nevertheless neurotic ex-suicidal artist;
a wonderful friend, responsible daughter, glamourous dresser and a devout catholic who shoots up every now and then;
a devoted wife and mother whose hearty laugh can drown all the crying in the world and the passionate photographer who triggers her laughter (and everybody elses);
a director who will show up with angel wings at your birthday just to make you smile and who listens to you with the most fascinated look in his eyes everytime you say something no matter how mundane;
the baby sister of a dear friend who can make a 120 peso ukay dress look like haute couture;
a food fanatic and a frustrated jenni-matchmaker who brought jenni out of her friday-night hibernation;
a fashion designer who i just really met last night but who seems to be a really nice chick;
and, lastly, an overweight vegetarian with a migraine who cannot wrap gifts for shit.
Anyway, although the food wasnt particularly impressive and the view was downright disappointing (the makati skyline pala is really pandak noh?), the company was fabulous and good conversation and laughter flowed abundantly.
So fun times guys. fun times.
----
Last night, we had our christmas party at the top of the citi. We being jenni, veronica, allan, irene, maebelle, marex, pam, kathleen and myself. An odd mix of people really, each coming from a different psychographics profile.
We have (in no particular order):
an extremely talented but nevertheless neurotic ex-suicidal artist;
a wonderful friend, responsible daughter, glamourous dresser and a devout catholic who shoots up every now and then;
a devoted wife and mother whose hearty laugh can drown all the crying in the world and the passionate photographer who triggers her laughter (and everybody elses);
a director who will show up with angel wings at your birthday just to make you smile and who listens to you with the most fascinated look in his eyes everytime you say something no matter how mundane;
the baby sister of a dear friend who can make a 120 peso ukay dress look like haute couture;
a food fanatic and a frustrated jenni-matchmaker who brought jenni out of her friday-night hibernation;
a fashion designer who i just really met last night but who seems to be a really nice chick;
and, lastly, an overweight vegetarian with a migraine who cannot wrap gifts for shit.
Anyway, although the food wasnt particularly impressive and the view was downright disappointing (the makati skyline pala is really pandak noh?), the company was fabulous and good conversation and laughter flowed abundantly.
So fun times guys. fun times.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
TRAVEL!
There. The word is out.
There's a whole lot of world to see. Show me.
Sige na please universe.
I am a vegetarian because I'm afraid aliens might eat me someday
That isn’t how it started of course. I didn’t just wake up one morning and become weird. It took a while.
It began, you see, with a combination of two things; desperation and a book. A book that said ‘hey you blood type A you, vegetable – good, carbs – good, meat – bad.”
And so on January 2, 2005, I summoned the culinary goddess in me and created what was to be my last meat dish – lamb kalderata. I spared nothing. Choice lamb cuts stewed to a creamy-tomatoey-spicy perfection and I had it for breakfast, lunch, merienda, dinner and midnight snack.
I never had anything that walks, swims or flies since.
In fairness to the principle behind the book, I did lose some weight in the first two months. But on the 3rd and 4th month, the extra carbs I took to ease my meatless existence began to take its toll and before I could stop it, I was well on my way to Hipsville, Illinois once again.
I think it was on the 5th month that I had to re-evaluate what I was doing and why exactly I was doing it. You see, before then, when people asked me if I was doing it for animal rights I would answer brusquely “No! The only animal I’m doing this for is this one (sabay turo sa akin.)” But when it became painfully obvious that this animal was no longer benefiting from being a vegetarian, and not eager to jump off it just yet, I had to find another reason.
First, I took the “pity naman the animals” road.
I thought that being a dog-lover would automatically make me an any-kind-of-animal-lover. It does not apparently follow. I googled images of animals being slaughtered and read websites about them being tortured and I waited for the wave of emotion, the overwhelming guilt, the flood of tears to come - none did. I saw them as I always have - juicy pork chops, succulent racks of lamb, melt-in-your-mouth steak.
This was clearly not the route for me.
Then one after, Carmen and I were talking about bigotry and discrimination and that the greatest problem in the world today is man’s blatant lack of respect for everything he does not understand. Cultural, political and religious differences have spurred hostility and hatred because, instead of trying to understand and perhaps even appreciate other beliefs, men focus too much on attacking what is not theirs and defending what is. Man’s innate and unfounded sense of superiority over what he does not understand, that combination of arrogance and stupidity, makes him very dangerous.
It is this same sense of superiority that makes him believe that he is greater than other species. This that gives him the “right” to make a pig’s sole reason for living is be his bacon. A calf is taken right from his mothers womb, restricted to a confined space, force-fed beer and massaged everyday with sake until he is slaughtered and served as kobe. A ridiculous amount of food is pumped into a duck’s or a goose’s stomach through a metal pipe that is shoved down their throats to intentionally make them sick and make their livers swell up to ten times its normal size so we can have our foie gras. (God I miss foie gras)
My point?
Hunting down a baboyramo in the wild to make him adobo is one thing but breeding them specifically for the sole purpose of roasting them or sautéing their liver is another.
Here is where I get a little weird.
Just because I do not understand a cow’s moo or a duck’s quack doesn’t mean I have the right to quarantine them to keep their meat tender to the bite, feed them not what tastes good to them but what would make them taste good to me, and decide when they will be butchered.
They have as much right to life as I do. And, more importantly, they have a right to the same quality of life that every living creature should enjoy.
Here is where I get a lot weird.
Kasi what if aliens come to our planet one day and see these cute little earthlings whose tagalog sounds a bit like quacking to them, what will stop them from fattening us up and have our kidneys for lunch.
And so, hoping that aliens will allot me the same degree of respect I give other creatures, I remain a vegetarian.
It began, you see, with a combination of two things; desperation and a book. A book that said ‘hey you blood type A you, vegetable – good, carbs – good, meat – bad.”
And so on January 2, 2005, I summoned the culinary goddess in me and created what was to be my last meat dish – lamb kalderata. I spared nothing. Choice lamb cuts stewed to a creamy-tomatoey-spicy perfection and I had it for breakfast, lunch, merienda, dinner and midnight snack.
I never had anything that walks, swims or flies since.
In fairness to the principle behind the book, I did lose some weight in the first two months. But on the 3rd and 4th month, the extra carbs I took to ease my meatless existence began to take its toll and before I could stop it, I was well on my way to Hipsville, Illinois once again.
I think it was on the 5th month that I had to re-evaluate what I was doing and why exactly I was doing it. You see, before then, when people asked me if I was doing it for animal rights I would answer brusquely “No! The only animal I’m doing this for is this one (sabay turo sa akin.)” But when it became painfully obvious that this animal was no longer benefiting from being a vegetarian, and not eager to jump off it just yet, I had to find another reason.
First, I took the “pity naman the animals” road.
I thought that being a dog-lover would automatically make me an any-kind-of-animal-lover. It does not apparently follow. I googled images of animals being slaughtered and read websites about them being tortured and I waited for the wave of emotion, the overwhelming guilt, the flood of tears to come - none did. I saw them as I always have - juicy pork chops, succulent racks of lamb, melt-in-your-mouth steak.
This was clearly not the route for me.
Then one after, Carmen and I were talking about bigotry and discrimination and that the greatest problem in the world today is man’s blatant lack of respect for everything he does not understand. Cultural, political and religious differences have spurred hostility and hatred because, instead of trying to understand and perhaps even appreciate other beliefs, men focus too much on attacking what is not theirs and defending what is. Man’s innate and unfounded sense of superiority over what he does not understand, that combination of arrogance and stupidity, makes him very dangerous.
It is this same sense of superiority that makes him believe that he is greater than other species. This that gives him the “right” to make a pig’s sole reason for living is be his bacon. A calf is taken right from his mothers womb, restricted to a confined space, force-fed beer and massaged everyday with sake until he is slaughtered and served as kobe. A ridiculous amount of food is pumped into a duck’s or a goose’s stomach through a metal pipe that is shoved down their throats to intentionally make them sick and make their livers swell up to ten times its normal size so we can have our foie gras. (God I miss foie gras)
My point?
Hunting down a baboyramo in the wild to make him adobo is one thing but breeding them specifically for the sole purpose of roasting them or sautéing their liver is another.
Here is where I get a little weird.
Just because I do not understand a cow’s moo or a duck’s quack doesn’t mean I have the right to quarantine them to keep their meat tender to the bite, feed them not what tastes good to them but what would make them taste good to me, and decide when they will be butchered.
They have as much right to life as I do. And, more importantly, they have a right to the same quality of life that every living creature should enjoy.
Here is where I get a lot weird.
Kasi what if aliens come to our planet one day and see these cute little earthlings whose tagalog sounds a bit like quacking to them, what will stop them from fattening us up and have our kidneys for lunch.
And so, hoping that aliens will allot me the same degree of respect I give other creatures, I remain a vegetarian.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
the long weekend that was
Friday: Rika's wedding
Although i was extremely happy for rika, i was really dreading this day. My god you should have seen the gown. It scared the shit out of me and everyone else who had the gift of sight that night.
Anyway, we god to the church just in time. As in "may we call on the veil sponsors maite and someone."
Saturday: The exorcism of the chocolate buffet
Saw this very delightful film with the chums called the exorcism of emily rose. For me, it s right up there with million dollar baby as the fun movie of the year.
Anyway, niv and i were talking about how this poor actress who played emily will probably never get a decent movie offer again (Linda Blair syndrome) Except, of course, kung spoof ang usapan. In which case baka pwedeng...
THE EXORCISM OF EMILY'S ROSE
It can be about a botanist who creates a new rose hybrid na napo-possess ng ibang floral elements.
After the movie, we went to pen for some chocolate buffet. i did not enjoy that.
Sunday: nagpakataba lang ako
Monday: Go go RP Let's go!
I went to the Marikina stadium to support the RP team chick soccer team for SEA Games. May pagkabanban po. 5-1 po ang score natin vs. vietnam. malungkot po ang mga pangyayari.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
I AM A PAWIKANEER!
For over 200 million years, she’s lived through natural disasters and man's insatiable thirst for accessories, aphrodisiacs and gastronomic delicacies. How narcissistic and ambitious of me to think they need me to keep on surviving.
Take also the following into account;
1. We live in a third world country where more than 90% of our people are hungry.
2. Our forests are balding faster than my boss. And
3. The threat of nuclear war is clear and imminent (been watching too many seasons of 24 haven’t I?)
How presumptuous of us to take on a concern that is so first-world such as turtle care.
But everyone and everything needs a champion. And God knows man has championed less worthy causes like womens right to vote and freedom from slavery (hee hee, just kidding.) Anyway, they’re not naman kasi asking for much. Just for you not to wear her or eat her children. And, of course, for you to tell everyone you know and their sons the same thing. So carry na naman diba?
Anyway, Im wearing the title 'PAWIKANEER' proudly because… well because I came up with it.
Photo opps are, of course, always an added bonus.
Take also the following into account;
1. We live in a third world country where more than 90% of our people are hungry.
2. Our forests are balding faster than my boss. And
3. The threat of nuclear war is clear and imminent (been watching too many seasons of 24 haven’t I?)
How presumptuous of us to take on a concern that is so first-world such as turtle care.
But everyone and everything needs a champion. And God knows man has championed less worthy causes like womens right to vote and freedom from slavery (hee hee, just kidding.) Anyway, they’re not naman kasi asking for much. Just for you not to wear her or eat her children. And, of course, for you to tell everyone you know and their sons the same thing. So carry na naman diba?
Anyway, Im wearing the title 'PAWIKANEER' proudly because… well because I came up with it.
Photo opps are, of course, always an added bonus.
Monday, November 21, 2005
Friday, November 18, 2005
To sleep, perchance to dream
It's funny how dreaming about someone can completely, though sometimes momentarily, alter the way you see that person.
I remember waking up one morning absolutely furius with joel only to realize two days later that it was because of something he did in a dream.
Yesterday, also because of a dream, i was floating on cloud 9, crushing on a man i hardly know and whose face i barely even remember.
Last night was dreamless. So today I am crushless.
Fuck. So fun pa naman to be kilig.
I remember waking up one morning absolutely furius with joel only to realize two days later that it was because of something he did in a dream.
Yesterday, also because of a dream, i was floating on cloud 9, crushing on a man i hardly know and whose face i barely even remember.
Last night was dreamless. So today I am crushless.
Fuck. So fun pa naman to be kilig.
Friday, November 11, 2005
hello telephone
damang dama ko na na bilang na ang mga araw ng aking telepono. so, next week i will have it repaired na cos sometimes i just really want to be heard naman eh. so eto na muna ang mga favorite pictures from my phone na feeling ko mabubura when i have it fixed.
ang naglaho ng parang bula
how pretty my sister noh?
my cuteness
mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest flower of all?
compulsive eater
beautiful monster
i love my daffodils
young and very handsome, full of lovely things to say
my princess
my pretty therese
nice one leoy
ang naglaho ng parang bula 
how pretty my sister noh?
my cuteness 
mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest flower of all?
compulsive eater
beautiful monster
i love my daffodils 
young and very handsome, full of lovely things to say
my princess 
my pretty therese 
nice one leoy
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
"I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin deep. That's deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas?"
Thank you Jean Kerr for saying it. And thank you therese for quoting it.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
ika nga ni baz
Sorry but i just crawled out from under a rock and heard this wonderful thing from Baz Luhrman. And since I don't trust either my fallible memory or my common sense to remember to pass this on to my children someday, i am putting it on record here.
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99, if I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen…
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99, if I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen…
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
God this is so true!
Face it. Curiosity
will not cause us to die--
only lack of it will.
Never to want to see
the other side of the hill
or that improbable country
where living is an idyll
(although a probable hell)
would kill us all.
Only the curious have, if they live, a tale
worth telling at all.
From Alastair Reid
will not cause us to die--
only lack of it will.
Never to want to see
the other side of the hill
or that improbable country
where living is an idyll
(although a probable hell)
would kill us all.
Only the curious have, if they live, a tale
worth telling at all.
From Alastair Reid
sana lesbiana-in-the-closet na rin ako
Kasi imagine, when i ladlad myself, ang saya lang siguro non. Parang rebirth.
Im gonna dress up in macho stuff if I choose to or I can remain to be of the lipstick variety. And then i can make porma to girls. Riya i will marry in vermont, Therese I will definitely boink ;) Or maybe i can finally give edessa a call. And also, the banyo, locker room or steam room experience will be completely different and undoutedly more interesting.
Eh ngayon, eto na to. Babae ako. sucks.
Im gonna dress up in macho stuff if I choose to or I can remain to be of the lipstick variety. And then i can make porma to girls. Riya i will marry in vermont, Therese I will definitely boink ;) Or maybe i can finally give edessa a call. And also, the banyo, locker room or steam room experience will be completely different and undoutedly more interesting.
Eh ngayon, eto na to. Babae ako. sucks.
Sana may brain talyer...
Kasi kailangan ko na talaga ipatune-up ang akin.
Last saturday, i turned on the tv and caught magandang gabi bayan's horror episode and my first thought was really "huh. bakit horror na eh hindi pa naman holy week?"
Last saturday, i turned on the tv and caught magandang gabi bayan's horror episode and my first thought was really "huh. bakit horror na eh hindi pa naman holy week?"
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