- Since I've last blogged, I've been on an emotional roller coaster that, thankfully, has had more ups than downs. The biggest cause of "wooooo hooooooo" of course was the long-awaited chums visit that turned out to be one of the funnest chumsperiences ever.
- The funniest moment from this trip for me involves a very sober gigi parading around the room half naked in front of everybody. I wish I had her confidence sometimes.
- My favorite memory is saturday happy hour at nigi nigi with all my chums present and happy and very very drunk.
- Despite popular opinion, I enjoy tracy just as much as I do adi.
- Gigi has officially moved in. She just got the sweetest deal and although i'm a teeny bit envious, I am oh so happy for her. I cant wait to see her in action. I plan to shadow her on my next dayoff and eat much and much for free.
- Pats is coming! wooo hooo!!! i'm so excited to have family around you have no idea. And he's bringing all the heroes eps that I've missed.
- I moved out of gigi's place today. Figured she needs to experience the island by herself for a while. So i'm going back to my crappy little room which i sorta kinda miss. I'm just scared that the heat will kill me since I've been sleeping with airconditioning for the past ten days. Bahala na. At least I can keep the volume of the tv on audible levels again.
- I've been restless at work again. I dont like the fact that I seem to have become the kind of person who's never happy with what they have. This is so anti-ets. But I think a big part of this journey to self discovery that I'm on is learning to take chances and do whats best for me despite who gets affected. I mean, ika nga ni tracy, madami na akong pinalungkot sa pagpunta ko dito eh ngayon pa ba ako prepreno (or something to that effect.)
- Okay, there was just this litlle korean man who passed by with the funniest looking hat. hay... koreans. God bless them talaga.
- I love monica. I realized last night that she is my bowl of soup in this island.
- For the first time since I got here, I missed manila today. I miss being able to ride in cars and just watch people hurry off like rats to be somewhere else. Kanina I imagined I was in a cab in shaw boulevard (bakit diba? hindi ko rin alam) waiting for the red light to turn green. I miss tall buildings and malls and supermarkets. I miss the mrt and kfc and movies.
- Wise people do stupid things. That's just how it is. Hows that na?
- I miss my mommie soooo much. I want to go home to hug her miski one second lang and then I can come back here again na.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
No judgments, just an honest question: can happiness outrun karma?
His wife left with their two boys, the youngest being only 3 months old. She made him choose and he chose. Happiness won. It won over family.
Now he walks the beach with the woman he's been passionately in love with for the past 6 months. And you can tell from the smile on his face that he lives with his choice with no regret, no guilt, no remorse.
Now he walks the beach with the woman he's been passionately in love with for the past 6 months. And you can tell from the smile on his face that he lives with his choice with no regret, no guilt, no remorse.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Sabi ni deesj...
... that she was looking at our pictures from new years and it hit her that I dont live in Manila anymore and that it's so weird because people are already getting used to not having me around.
I've been suspecting as much. I've been expecting it really. And although i never really thought that life would actually stand still while waiting for my return, hearing it breaks my heart a little. okay a lot.
oh well.
I've been suspecting as much. I've been expecting it really. And although i never really thought that life would actually stand still while waiting for my return, hearing it breaks my heart a little. okay a lot.
oh well.
Life with adi....
... is just better in ways i will not even try to attempt to explain. But you can ask anyone who knows him and they will understand exactly what i mean.
Everything just looks better, and feels better, and tastes better, and smells better, and sounds better.
And when he's gone, the world is just... duller.
world - adi = dull
ets world = dull
Everything just looks better, and feels better, and tastes better, and smells better, and sounds better.
And when he's gone, the world is just... duller.
world - adi = dull
ets world = dull
Friday, April 06, 2007
We meet, we part, sometimes we remember remember remember...
-- the holmes brothers
Exactly at a time when we think we've forgotten already too. It's amazing how our subconscious makes us remember - waking us up at four in the morning fighting back tears, struggling for air.
So now that we're standing exactly where we are, do we keep the promise we made long ago or do we just fuck it all to hell?
Exactly at a time when we think we've forgotten already too. It's amazing how our subconscious makes us remember - waking us up at four in the morning fighting back tears, struggling for air.
So now that we're standing exactly where we are, do we keep the promise we made long ago or do we just fuck it all to hell?
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Today is a good day
April 1, 2007
Today, I got two wonderful things;
1. Friends - thanks to erm and papi who were fabulous company
2. Cable
What more can a girl want?
Today, I got two wonderful things;
1. Friends - thanks to erm and papi who were fabulous company
2. Cable
What more can a girl want?
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Like the deserts miss the rain
There are so many things you take for granted when you know its readily available anytime you need or want them.
Like...
movie theaters
krispy kreme
cibo
cars
airconditioning
malls
fastfood
pets
friends
chums
family
Like...
movie theaters
krispy kreme
cibo
cars
airconditioning
malls
fastfood
pets
friends
chums
family
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Not too shabby for ettie. Not too shabby at all.
Yesterday
I woke up feeling wonderful, despite the 9pm-4am brownout that kept me company during the night. My arms, my stomach and my shoulders were still sore from the free yoga session I took the night before (my comeback session after 4 months of being inactive,) but my spirits were soaring. I decided to take advantage of my morning since I did not have work until after lunch. So I took a walk. I took a VERY long walk. From one end of the beach to the other and back again. I was quite burnt after and VERY dehydrated since I forgot to bring water. But it was fantastic.
I ended the day with an all natural facial from the best spa in the Island for free because its my job to know all their treatments.
Today
I spent the morning basking in the sun and taking a dip in the beach after. My first dip since I got here.
I ended it with a body scrub and a massage from the best spa in the Island for free because its my job to know all their treatments.
Recap
I get free yoga sessions.
I spend my mornings in the beach.
I end my days with facials and massages from the best spa in the Island for free because its my job to know all their treatments.
I could get used to this.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
My goal here
I have to be honest, it's been really rough. I've always been surrounded by people all my life (being popular and all) and then suddenly, I find myself alone. Eating out alone, having coffee alone, walking around alone. But I am getting used to it. Now, I only fight back tears half the time I used to.
Anyway, there are two things I've come to accept since I got here.
1. There can only be one group that I can call CHUMS. I've always known this but it has never hit home until now. I never came here with the intention of replacing them. I knew that would be impossible. But I thought that I could build friendships that would at least have half the fun. Now, I am just willing to settle for company sometimes.
2. I am slowly beginning to be okay with that. I always thought that this experience would be more of a journey to self-discovery more than it would be a party. So my goal now is not to stop eating out alone or having coffe alone and walking around alone. What I want now is to be able to do all of these things and be able to do them happily.
There is a hawaiian or polynesian saying that goes "YOU ARE WHAT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR." So in the next __ months, I will get to know myself, appreciate myself, and celebrate myself.
I say "I LOVE MYSELF" all the time. Now, I actually have to mean it.
*****
I just want to say that I LOVE MY CHUMS!!! and i miss all of you very much. Please visit me na.
Anyway, there are two things I've come to accept since I got here.
1. There can only be one group that I can call CHUMS. I've always known this but it has never hit home until now. I never came here with the intention of replacing them. I knew that would be impossible. But I thought that I could build friendships that would at least have half the fun. Now, I am just willing to settle for company sometimes.
2. I am slowly beginning to be okay with that. I always thought that this experience would be more of a journey to self-discovery more than it would be a party. So my goal now is not to stop eating out alone or having coffe alone and walking around alone. What I want now is to be able to do all of these things and be able to do them happily.
There is a hawaiian or polynesian saying that goes "YOU ARE WHAT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR." So in the next __ months, I will get to know myself, appreciate myself, and celebrate myself.
I say "I LOVE MYSELF" all the time. Now, I actually have to mean it.
*****
I just want to say that I LOVE MY CHUMS!!! and i miss all of you very much. Please visit me na.
Friday, March 09, 2007
The Gratitude Attitude
I spent my 32nd birthday alone. I've never done that before. But, because of the following people, I didn't feel alone at all;
Thank you to the following (in chronological order)
My family (mom, papa, guada, pats, bob and michael) for being the first people, as usual, to greet me.
Jenni and claude, who greeted me even before the 8th. Although claude actually thought my birthday was the 7th. hee.
Riya who was the first to text me at 12 midnight.
Gwen who was a very close second.
Drach who was the first to call and sing me the birthday song.
Gigi who called only in the morning only because her she slept through her alarm.
An unidentified number who said "happy birthday beautiful"
Tim who texted first to greet me happy womens day and then happy birthday after i hinted ever so subtly "happy birthday maite is an appropriate greeting for me too today you know."
Therese who, I'm assuming, is responsible for telling the folks at CISV to greet me. And the folks at CISV who greeted me sunod sunod kaya obvious.
Vince for remembering to greet me on time even when i greeted him a day after his.
Dodo for blogging about me before he even found out about my birthday.
Tracy, Adi and Mamu who had to be reminded (by me) to greet me.
Joel who, despite the reminder, didnt.
Deesj for talking to me during dinner through text.
Ruth for talking to me during coffee through text.
Niv who called to tell me that it was Robert Jaworski's and Carlito Lim's birthday. Hahahahahah. I swear we do this every year.
Monster who greeted me belatedly (im pretty sure i invented this word) today.
And everybody else who did, you know who you are (yuck, showbiz), thanks thanks thanks.
It really brought home closer to this island.
Thank you to the following (in chronological order)
My family (mom, papa, guada, pats, bob and michael) for being the first people, as usual, to greet me.
Jenni and claude, who greeted me even before the 8th. Although claude actually thought my birthday was the 7th. hee.
Riya who was the first to text me at 12 midnight.
Gwen who was a very close second.
Drach who was the first to call and sing me the birthday song.
Gigi who called only in the morning only because her she slept through her alarm.
An unidentified number who said "happy birthday beautiful"
Tim who texted first to greet me happy womens day and then happy birthday after i hinted ever so subtly "happy birthday maite is an appropriate greeting for me too today you know."
Therese who, I'm assuming, is responsible for telling the folks at CISV to greet me. And the folks at CISV who greeted me sunod sunod kaya obvious.
Vince for remembering to greet me on time even when i greeted him a day after his.
Dodo for blogging about me before he even found out about my birthday.
Tracy, Adi and Mamu who had to be reminded (by me) to greet me.
Joel who, despite the reminder, didnt.
Deesj for talking to me during dinner through text.
Ruth for talking to me during coffee through text.
Niv who called to tell me that it was Robert Jaworski's and Carlito Lim's birthday. Hahahahahah. I swear we do this every year.
Monster who greeted me belatedly (im pretty sure i invented this word) today.
And everybody else who did, you know who you are (yuck, showbiz), thanks thanks thanks.
It really brought home closer to this island.
Boracay
After all the planning, all the praying, all the fighting with mom, I am finally here.
Except I'm really not here.
I haven't been out on the beach for a swim.
I haven't had a coffee shake at jonas.
No sunsets at Fridays.
No pesto omelette at real coffee.
No friends.
No chums.
No pats and guada.
Just the island - stripped off most of the things i love her for.
Let's just see where this goes.
No promises. No commitments.
Except I'm really not here.
I haven't been out on the beach for a swim.
I haven't had a coffee shake at jonas.
No sunsets at Fridays.
No pesto omelette at real coffee.
No friends.
No chums.
No pats and guada.
Just the island - stripped off most of the things i love her for.
Let's just see where this goes.
No promises. No commitments.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Pulling a Houdini
It's an escape too.
In fact, maybe more than it is anything else, it's an escape --- from places, from people, from memories, from situations I want to get out of.
Because I want a fresh start. Because I need to feel better about myself. Because I deserve so much more than this.
In fact, maybe more than it is anything else, it's an escape --- from places, from people, from memories, from situations I want to get out of.
Because I want a fresh start. Because I need to feel better about myself. Because I deserve so much more than this.
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
When tony bennett and sting get together to sing one of the saddest songs i've ever heard, even one that has funny words like boulevard and gigolette, you just really want to cry.
sometimes, life is just sad.
I walk along the street of sorrow -
The boulevard of broken dreams -
Where Gigolo and Gigolette -
Can take a kiss without regret -
and so forget their broken dreams.
You laugh today and cry tomorrow -
When you behold your shattered schemes -
And Gigolo and Gigolette wake up to find
their eyes are wet with tears that tell of
broken dreams
Here is where you'll always find me -
Always walking up and down -
But I left my soul behind me
in an old cathedral town
The joy that you find here, you borrow -
You cannot keep it long it seems -
But Gigolo and Gigolette -
Still sing a song and dance along -
The boulevard of broken dreams.
sometimes, life is just sad.
I walk along the street of sorrow -
The boulevard of broken dreams -
Where Gigolo and Gigolette -
Can take a kiss without regret -
and so forget their broken dreams.
You laugh today and cry tomorrow -
When you behold your shattered schemes -
And Gigolo and Gigolette wake up to find
their eyes are wet with tears that tell of
broken dreams
Here is where you'll always find me -
Always walking up and down -
But I left my soul behind me
in an old cathedral town
The joy that you find here, you borrow -
You cannot keep it long it seems -
But Gigolo and Gigolette -
Still sing a song and dance along -
The boulevard of broken dreams.
Friday, March 02, 2007
C.I.D.
Two days after it officially took effect, I finally turned in my resignation letter two hours ago.
Dear Sir,
This is to tender my resignation effective February 28, 2007.
I have been with CID for over 6 years now and I can sincerely say that this company has been more than just a place of business for me. In my favorite movie ‘The Godfather’, a line was drawn between what is business and what is personal and how the two can never, or perhaps should never, be confused with the other. Fortunately for me, I found a company that welcomes this confusion. In fact, it thrives on it.
Honestly, this resignation is especially difficult because I feel like I’m saying goodbye to a home that has nurtured me, to a family that has inspired me, and to two fathers who have never failed to guide me. But I do know that, precisely because we are how we are, I can never really ever resign from CID.
So while it is with a heavy heart that I say goodbye, I leave with wonderful memories that I hope will keep me sane as I walk towards the unfamiliar where I am expecting to find myself lost every so often. But because of my skills, my talents and my determination – all of which have been honed through many nerve wracking, nail biting, deadline beating, hair pulling projects in CID that resulted in sleepless nights, migraine and anxiety attacks, eyebags, wrinkles, and, occasionally, self doubt – I am confident that I will always find my way again.
And for this, I am and will always be grateful to CID.
With much love,
Maite Alvarez
PS, please don’t deduct na my suspension from my final pay. I will be sooooo poor in boracay.
Thanks.
Dear Sir,
This is to tender my resignation effective February 28, 2007.
I have been with CID for over 6 years now and I can sincerely say that this company has been more than just a place of business for me. In my favorite movie ‘The Godfather’, a line was drawn between what is business and what is personal and how the two can never, or perhaps should never, be confused with the other. Fortunately for me, I found a company that welcomes this confusion. In fact, it thrives on it.
Honestly, this resignation is especially difficult because I feel like I’m saying goodbye to a home that has nurtured me, to a family that has inspired me, and to two fathers who have never failed to guide me. But I do know that, precisely because we are how we are, I can never really ever resign from CID.
So while it is with a heavy heart that I say goodbye, I leave with wonderful memories that I hope will keep me sane as I walk towards the unfamiliar where I am expecting to find myself lost every so often. But because of my skills, my talents and my determination – all of which have been honed through many nerve wracking, nail biting, deadline beating, hair pulling projects in CID that resulted in sleepless nights, migraine and anxiety attacks, eyebags, wrinkles, and, occasionally, self doubt – I am confident that I will always find my way again.
And for this, I am and will always be grateful to CID.
With much love,
Maite Alvarez
PS, please don’t deduct na my suspension from my final pay. I will be sooooo poor in boracay.
Thanks.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Elliot
These past couple of days, I've been discovering a lot of wonderful things on the web. I've been watching this hilarious brit sitcom called 'the IT crowd.' I found and shared here the most brilliant animation film that made me both laugh and cry all in 3 minutes. and I finally found elliot.
He has an album na. Thank God his talent is not going to waste. And, I'm not an expert on music, but his single is pretty good. I wanted to imbed it here but it wont. So here's a picture nalang. Handsome na rin.
He has an album na. Thank God his talent is not going to waste. And, I'm not an expert on music, but his single is pretty good. I wanted to imbed it here but it wont. So here's a picture nalang. Handsome na rin.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
what are you willing to give for that one dream?
this one is my hero.
And this is the best - THE BEST - animation shortie i've ever seen ever!!!
And this is the best - THE BEST - animation shortie i've ever seen ever!!!
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
I believe it was the Prophet Ross who said it best when she said.....
I can't cover up my feelings
In the name of love
Or play it safe for a while
That was easy
And if living for myself
Is what I'm guilty of
Go on and sentence me
I'll still be free
It's my turn
To see what I can see
I hope you'll understand
This time's just for me
Because it's my turn
With no apologies
I've given up the truth
To those I've tried to please
But now it's my turn
If I don't have all the answers
At least I know
I'll take my share of chances
Ain't no use of holding on
When nothing stays the same
so I'll let it rain
'Cause the rain ain't gonna hurt me
And I'll let you go
'Though I know it won't be easy
It's my turn
With no more room for lies
For years I've seen my life
Through someone else's eyes
And now it's my turn
To try and find my way
And if I should get lostAt least
I'll own todayIt's my turn
Yes, it's my turn
And there ain't no use in holding on
When nothing stays the same
So I'll let it rain
'Cause the rain ain't gonna hurt me
And I'll let you go
'Though I know it won't be easy
It's my turn
To see what I can see
I hope you'll understand
This time's just for me
Because it's my turn
To turn and say goodbye
I sure would like to know
That you're still on my side
Because it's my turnIt's my turn
It's my turnTo start from number one
Trying to undo
Some damage that's been done
But now it's my turn
To reach and touch the sky
No one's gonna say
At least I didn't try
It's my turn
Yes, it's my turn
It's my turn
It's my turn
Hail to the great Diana!
Props na rin to her best disciple, the esteemed Coney Reyes Mumar. Monday, February 19, 2007
Hello heartbreak, my old friend
No matter how broken you think you already are, you can still break.
And no matter how long you've been expecting it, even if you've even had time to have a 'Welcome Pain' banner printed, you will still be in catonic shock when it comes.
And all you can really hope for is that you finally learn from this. Because God knows you seem to have forgotten everything life has taught you before.
Next time, please know better.
Why are you so enamored with impossible relationships? Why does it appeal to you so much? What's wrong with getting into relationships that have, at least, a 50/50 chance of surviving? Is that not challenging enough for you? Must it always be this complicated? Should it always be this hard?
Eh, eto na nga....
And no matter how long you've been expecting it, even if you've even had time to have a 'Welcome Pain' banner printed, you will still be in catonic shock when it comes.
And all you can really hope for is that you finally learn from this. Because God knows you seem to have forgotten everything life has taught you before.
Next time, please know better.
Why are you so enamored with impossible relationships? Why does it appeal to you so much? What's wrong with getting into relationships that have, at least, a 50/50 chance of surviving? Is that not challenging enough for you? Must it always be this complicated? Should it always be this hard?
Eh, eto na nga....
O ayan, papano ka na naman ngayon?
thanks (or maybe not) to chockwit for this picture. Hay....
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
riding the meme bandwagon
Stolen from Dodo's. A meme I can't resist.
What is your favorite word? Fuck
What is your least favorite word? Cherries
What turns you on [creatively, spiritually or emotionally]? Laughter
What turns you off? Stupidity
What sound do you love? Something sizzling
What sound do you hate? dogs barking
What is your favorite curse word? Fuck!
What profession, other than yours, would you like to attempt? Kusinera
What profession would you not like to participate in? Engineering
If Heaven exists, what would you like God to say, when you arrive at the pearly gates? "In fairness ha, okay na rin ang life mo."
And another one, this one is looooooong overdue. I was tagged months back by Irene but I haven't had the time.
1. The last movie you saw in a theatre, and current-release movie you still want to see.
Apocalypto - I did not like this one at all. at all.
I want to see Music and Lyrics. Its Hugh and Drew. Two of my favorite people in the world.
2. The last movie you rented/purchased for home viewing.
Borrowed Trainspotting. Will see it sometime soon.
3. A movie that made you laugh out loud.
American Haunting. Okay, the movie wasnt funny but the english subtitles that came with the pirated DVD was plenty funny. I think I peed my pants.
4. A movie that made you cry.
Steel Magnolias - Every single time.
5. A movie that was a darling of the critics, but you didn't think lived up to the hype.
Dreamgirls
6. A movie that you thought was better than the critics.
The Godfather 3 - because i will take a bullet for Andy Garcia
7. Favorite animated movie.
Beauty and the Beast
8. Favorite Disney Villain.
Gaston
9. Favorite movie musical.
Moulin Rouge and Beauty and the Beast
10. Favorite movies of all-time (up to 5).
What is your favorite word? Fuck
What is your least favorite word? Cherries
What turns you on [creatively, spiritually or emotionally]? Laughter
What turns you off? Stupidity
What sound do you love? Something sizzling
What sound do you hate? dogs barking
What is your favorite curse word? Fuck!
What profession, other than yours, would you like to attempt? Kusinera
What profession would you not like to participate in? Engineering
If Heaven exists, what would you like God to say, when you arrive at the pearly gates? "In fairness ha, okay na rin ang life mo."
And another one, this one is looooooong overdue. I was tagged months back by Irene but I haven't had the time.
1. The last movie you saw in a theatre, and current-release movie you still want to see.
Apocalypto - I did not like this one at all. at all.
I want to see Music and Lyrics. Its Hugh and Drew. Two of my favorite people in the world.
2. The last movie you rented/purchased for home viewing.
Borrowed Trainspotting. Will see it sometime soon.
3. A movie that made you laugh out loud.
American Haunting. Okay, the movie wasnt funny but the english subtitles that came with the pirated DVD was plenty funny. I think I peed my pants.
4. A movie that made you cry.
Steel Magnolias - Every single time.
5. A movie that was a darling of the critics, but you didn't think lived up to the hype.
Dreamgirls
6. A movie that you thought was better than the critics.
The Godfather 3 - because i will take a bullet for Andy Garcia
7. Favorite animated movie.
Beauty and the Beast
8. Favorite Disney Villain.
Gaston
9. Favorite movie musical.
Moulin Rouge and Beauty and the Beast
10. Favorite movies of all-time (up to 5).
The Godfather (I, II, III)
The Lord of the Rings trilogy
Love Actually
Little Miss Sunshine (new addition)
American Beauty
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Sing with me now - HOW DO WE SOLVE A PROBLEM LIKE THE MASA?
After the dreadful wowowee stampede tragedy, I wondered if that many people would have shown up at the Ultra and if they would have fought as hard to get in if it were jobs being given away instead of money.
I asked two friends who answered ‘OF COURSE’ with heartfelt conviction.
I wasn’t so confident. To be quite blunt about it, I was convinced they would have just stayed home and watched the other noontime show. I really hoped I was wrong though.
Over lunch today, my boss told us about a conversation he had with an ABS CBN employee. He said that a few months back, the network decided to have an alternative activity for the hundreds of hopefuls who had to be turned away everyday because of the studio’s limited space. So one day, they gathered the ‘excess’- a number that came close to a hundred – and invited them to lunch and a free seminar on livelihood programs that can help them make money.
All stayed for the free lunch.
Three stayed for the free seminar.
I was really hoping I was wrong.
How did we end up here? a world where Willie Revillame is messiah to thousands who flock to him begging for a buck. Under his inept choreography, they dance and they sing and they raise their arms in the air desperate to catch his merciful eye. The studio is transformed into a church and Wowowee becomes a religion.
And what is religion without prayer.
And what is prayer without drama.
And so we see grown men weep, able people plead – howling about the tuition they can’t pay, the medicines they can’t afford, and the jobs they can’t find. They tell us, with certainty, that this is their last hope. That, if this fails, they might as well just shrivel up and die.
WOWOWEE!!!
I never knew that one TV show could have so much power. That the lives of thousands of people literally depend on one show.
And so I wonder, how can we solve anything if we’re too busy singing boom tarat tarat? If we keep this up, this country will end up exactly like how the song ends.
BOOM.
BOOM.
BOOM.
I asked two friends who answered ‘OF COURSE’ with heartfelt conviction.
I wasn’t so confident. To be quite blunt about it, I was convinced they would have just stayed home and watched the other noontime show. I really hoped I was wrong though.
Over lunch today, my boss told us about a conversation he had with an ABS CBN employee. He said that a few months back, the network decided to have an alternative activity for the hundreds of hopefuls who had to be turned away everyday because of the studio’s limited space. So one day, they gathered the ‘excess’- a number that came close to a hundred – and invited them to lunch and a free seminar on livelihood programs that can help them make money.
All stayed for the free lunch.
Three stayed for the free seminar.
I was really hoping I was wrong.
How did we end up here? a world where Willie Revillame is messiah to thousands who flock to him begging for a buck. Under his inept choreography, they dance and they sing and they raise their arms in the air desperate to catch his merciful eye. The studio is transformed into a church and Wowowee becomes a religion.
And what is religion without prayer.
And what is prayer without drama.
And so we see grown men weep, able people plead – howling about the tuition they can’t pay, the medicines they can’t afford, and the jobs they can’t find. They tell us, with certainty, that this is their last hope. That, if this fails, they might as well just shrivel up and die.
WOWOWEE!!!
I never knew that one TV show could have so much power. That the lives of thousands of people literally depend on one show.
And so I wonder, how can we solve anything if we’re too busy singing boom tarat tarat? If we keep this up, this country will end up exactly like how the song ends.
BOOM.
BOOM.
BOOM.
Friday, January 19, 2007
Finally, my new year begins!
Owing to the fact that my hips are big enough to have its own orbit (yes, bigger than mother earths), my 2006 just ended last night.
It ended with pork, chicken, beef, lamb, sausages and more pork in the company of three of my favorite people in the whole world.
It ended with me, alone in bed, having the most honest conversation with myself about what i really want, and what i really feel, and what i think i deserve.
It ended with a personal resolution to stop all things that will lead to bad. Let me say that again now - I WILL STOP ALL THINGS THAT WILL LEAD TO BAD.
And it stops today. stops. finish. tapos na.
And with the help of a truckload of apples, a healthy serving of self esteem, and a side portion of the bigger picture, I start my cleansing today.
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2007 FORECASTS
I felt it the second 2007 came in, this year is gonna be interesting. Not good mind you, but not bad either. Just that, interesting. Pretty much like the shrimps with dessicated coconut I had on my last night in Boracay.
Anyway, here is my fearless forecast for this year;
1. Some things will change - I'm not gonna pretend that I have a plan for this year. I've been throwing words like resignation, boracay and investing around way too much it leaves a trail of doubt all over the place. The doubt is misplaced though, or so I say confidently. I swear on someone's grave that I will totally do it. There's just the trouble of me unable to give myself a good kick in the butt to get started. But happiness, not money or fame or calling, is my motivation. And what better motivation is there.
2. Some things wont - CISV QC is hosting a summer camp for 14s this July and I've been asked to staff. I am guessing I will do it. I imagine that I will probably be needing a break already from the new life I am about to start by then so why the hell not. And besides, I have never said no to anyone before so why start now.
3. I will hopefully be closer to my ideal weight. And I will probably look better than I ever have before.
4. I might fall in love.
5. I will get my heart broken if i do.
6. I will have more money. Because the universe loves me and that's what i want this year.
*****
It's gonna be an interesting year. Im tempted to push the fast forward button and see how it all ends. Except I dont live in an Adam Sandler movie.
It ended with pork, chicken, beef, lamb, sausages and more pork in the company of three of my favorite people in the whole world.
It ended with me, alone in bed, having the most honest conversation with myself about what i really want, and what i really feel, and what i think i deserve.
It ended with a personal resolution to stop all things that will lead to bad. Let me say that again now - I WILL STOP ALL THINGS THAT WILL LEAD TO BAD.
And it stops today. stops. finish. tapos na.
And with the help of a truckload of apples, a healthy serving of self esteem, and a side portion of the bigger picture, I start my cleansing today.
******************************
2007 FORECASTS
I felt it the second 2007 came in, this year is gonna be interesting. Not good mind you, but not bad either. Just that, interesting. Pretty much like the shrimps with dessicated coconut I had on my last night in Boracay.
Anyway, here is my fearless forecast for this year;
1. Some things will change - I'm not gonna pretend that I have a plan for this year. I've been throwing words like resignation, boracay and investing around way too much it leaves a trail of doubt all over the place. The doubt is misplaced though, or so I say confidently. I swear on someone's grave that I will totally do it. There's just the trouble of me unable to give myself a good kick in the butt to get started. But happiness, not money or fame or calling, is my motivation. And what better motivation is there.
2. Some things wont - CISV QC is hosting a summer camp for 14s this July and I've been asked to staff. I am guessing I will do it. I imagine that I will probably be needing a break already from the new life I am about to start by then so why the hell not. And besides, I have never said no to anyone before so why start now.
3. I will hopefully be closer to my ideal weight. And I will probably look better than I ever have before.
4. I might fall in love.
5. I will get my heart broken if i do.
6. I will have more money. Because the universe loves me and that's what i want this year.
*****
It's gonna be an interesting year. Im tempted to push the fast forward button and see how it all ends. Except I dont live in an Adam Sandler movie.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Overheard at Boracay
During dinner last night at Jammers with Gigi, i overheard one american telling two others about what happened during the recent typhoon that devastated the island. This particular bit almost made me cry.
JOHN DOE:
These people are amazing. The day after the storm, they were all out on the shore - cleaning, fixing, repairing. They were using every thing they could to put things back together - spit, gum, strings. And I was thinking that if i were back in the west, the first thing people will do is to file their insurance or sue somebody or just basically sit on their asses and wait for help to come. The guys here are really something else.
Kinaya ko ba yon?
JOHN DOE:
These people are amazing. The day after the storm, they were all out on the shore - cleaning, fixing, repairing. They were using every thing they could to put things back together - spit, gum, strings. And I was thinking that if i were back in the west, the first thing people will do is to file their insurance or sue somebody or just basically sit on their asses and wait for help to come. The guys here are really something else.
Kinaya ko ba yon?
Friday, December 08, 2006
WHAT'S THE WORD?
There's only one thing i want next year. And what I want, I want a truckload of.
MONEY.
PERA.
DINERO.
MOOLAH.
DATUNG.
Alam kong mababaw pero madali nang maghanep ng depth kung afford mo ang stuff.
O ayan ah. Malinaw ang usapan.
MONEY.
PERA.
DINERO.
MOOLAH.
DATUNG.
Alam kong mababaw pero madali nang maghanep ng depth kung afford mo ang stuff.
O ayan ah. Malinaw ang usapan.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Friday, October 27, 2006
the widow in yellow
I admit it. I'm easily start struck. Gary V. comes to our table for a quick 'hey ordinary mortal, im acknowledging your presence' chitchat and I cannot put one coherent thought together. I see piolo from a distance and I turn to mush. I can't even begin to imagine what an encounter with ate shawie will do to me. Yup, I'm a mega fan - always will be by virtue of the fact that I always have been.
However, there is another group of personalities that never fail to leave me in awe - politicians. I know, i know - I can't be serious right? well, I am. I know it's hard to believe that in a world like ours and at a time like now where every public official and their spouses are judged corrupt without due process, I still hold them in high esteem. I guess its because deeply buried under my jaded, suspicious mind is the naive little girl who grew up believing that politicians are primarily public servants. Servants of the people who have sacrificed private life and corporate pay to make sure that we live in a system that works for the majority. I like that I have a government that looks out for me and makes sure I'm treated fairly.
Given my job and who i work for, I've had my fair close encounters with politicians. And given who I am, I've had my fair share of stupid conversations with them. I take full responsibility for the stupid, they can take credit for the conversations.
Anyway, one figure that never fails to make me stare is former President Corazon Aquino. She doesn't walk in with a lot of fanfare, no fireworks, no cheerleaders. And, since shes always in yellow and the biggest smile, she brings the sunshine with her anywhere she goes. And calm - she brings that with her too. An aura of serenity that will not break in battle.
I wonder about her sometimes. About how she went through what she did and come out smiling in yellow.
She was married to a man she had to share with a country. Was she ever tempted to make him choose? Her or his politics… Their children or the millions who saw him as their messiah…
And when he eventually made his choice, did she feel defeated a little?
And when she lost him so publicly, was she given a chance to mourn privately? Not to mourn for the hero but for the man she shared her bed with. Not to cry for the martyr but for the man who made her laugh.
And now, 23 years after she was widowed, is she still in mourning? When she watches the clips of her husband lying dead on the tarmac, does she still feel the hurt of losing him all over again?
She was left to fend for herself, for her family and, eventually, for her country under the watchful eye of a public that was as eager to see her fail as they were to see her succeed. She was forced into a foreign arena by the promise and the memory of her dead husband where she had to single-handedly 'restore a democracy' and 'rebuild a nation'. Big tasks for a "housewife" but she did her best and she pulled it off.... somewhat.
And My God she must be a good mother. I have long since decided that Great mothers do not necessarily produce the best children. Great mothers are great mothers because they can still bring themselves to accept, defend and love the worst in their children.
I really think she's a good woman. I really really wish her all the happiness in the world.
CORY!
CORY!
CORY!
However, there is another group of personalities that never fail to leave me in awe - politicians. I know, i know - I can't be serious right? well, I am. I know it's hard to believe that in a world like ours and at a time like now where every public official and their spouses are judged corrupt without due process, I still hold them in high esteem. I guess its because deeply buried under my jaded, suspicious mind is the naive little girl who grew up believing that politicians are primarily public servants. Servants of the people who have sacrificed private life and corporate pay to make sure that we live in a system that works for the majority. I like that I have a government that looks out for me and makes sure I'm treated fairly.
Given my job and who i work for, I've had my fair close encounters with politicians. And given who I am, I've had my fair share of stupid conversations with them. I take full responsibility for the stupid, they can take credit for the conversations.
Anyway, one figure that never fails to make me stare is former President Corazon Aquino. She doesn't walk in with a lot of fanfare, no fireworks, no cheerleaders. And, since shes always in yellow and the biggest smile, she brings the sunshine with her anywhere she goes. And calm - she brings that with her too. An aura of serenity that will not break in battle.
I wonder about her sometimes. About how she went through what she did and come out smiling in yellow.
She was married to a man she had to share with a country. Was she ever tempted to make him choose? Her or his politics… Their children or the millions who saw him as their messiah…
And when he eventually made his choice, did she feel defeated a little?
And when she lost him so publicly, was she given a chance to mourn privately? Not to mourn for the hero but for the man she shared her bed with. Not to cry for the martyr but for the man who made her laugh.
And now, 23 years after she was widowed, is she still in mourning? When she watches the clips of her husband lying dead on the tarmac, does she still feel the hurt of losing him all over again?
She was left to fend for herself, for her family and, eventually, for her country under the watchful eye of a public that was as eager to see her fail as they were to see her succeed. She was forced into a foreign arena by the promise and the memory of her dead husband where she had to single-handedly 'restore a democracy' and 'rebuild a nation'. Big tasks for a "housewife" but she did her best and she pulled it off.... somewhat.
And My God she must be a good mother. I have long since decided that Great mothers do not necessarily produce the best children. Great mothers are great mothers because they can still bring themselves to accept, defend and love the worst in their children.
I really think she's a good woman. I really really wish her all the happiness in the world.
CORY!
CORY!
CORY!
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
WHEN GOOD SHELLS GO BAD...
WARNING: Blog content is highly disgusting and mildly exaggerated to allow for the dramatics--- i am, after all, me. Reader's discretion is advised. Also, reader's imagination is encouraged to take the route taken by "caught on tape" shows for maximum enjoyment.
Voice over:
When maite alvarez went to bed at 2:30 in the morning on saturday, October the 14th, she thought she had plenty of sleep ahead of her. The week prior was toxic but the week that was coming was downright venomous and a restful, quiet sunday was her only break in between.
Little did she know that that particular sunday morning was not going to be as easy as the Commodores said sundays ought to be.
Maite Alvarez:
I woke up at 6:30 in the morning because my stomach was grumbling and there was this intense pain that I had never felt before. It felt like the devil himself was poking my insides with his pitchfork and all i could do was lie on my bed and cringe in sorrow.
Voice over:
But that was not all she could do. Gathering every morsel of strength she had, maite stood up and dragged herself to the bathroom where she unleashed what was to be only the first of 86 trips to the toilet.
Maite Alvarez:
The first one wasnt so bad. It was a relief really. You have to understand that I woke up feeling like there was a rave party in my stomach and everyone i know and their mother showed up and showed up drunk. The trip to the banyo turned the rave into a more relaxed cocktail party. I felt better after that.
Voice over:
But barely an hour after she felt better, maite started to feel worse.
Maite Alvarez:
I was in the middle of my business for the second time when i suddenly felt light headed. It was as if by expelling my toxins, I was expelling my very soul. I knew I needed help and I knew I had to move fast to get it. So I WASHED UP and stood up to go to my bedroom. As I was drying up, I felt like all the wind was being sucked out of me. Everything became hazy and I knew that I was going to faint already. So I panicked. I rushed out of my room and walked towards the dining area where i hoped to find somebody who could help me. Luckily, my father was on his way to the garden when he saw me struggling to walk from my room. I called out faintly 'papa' before i finally gave in to the darkness and collapsed.
Voice over:
Maite was in and out of consciousness for a little less than a minute, but it felt like two centuries to her.
Maite Alvarez:
It was like I was torn between going towards the voice of my father which was increasingly becoming more and more distant and going towards the light which was becoming more and more comforting. My father was panicking. He was asking one question after the other, hoping to get a clue on how to help me.
He was asking "Hija, what did you do last night?" "What's happening to you?" "What's wrong?"
To answer his questions, I blurted out the three words i thought would help the most;
SEAFOODS, RED, and TIDE.
Voice over:
The night before, maite and friend gigi dined on mussels and oysters. Ordinarily, the only result one expects from a meal of seashells is the wonderful memory of a fanstastic meal. But taken on an empty stomach, a meal of these same shelled sources of joy can mean DISASTER!
To make the situation worse, in her haste to get some help, maite forgot to do something that caused her much humiliation - she was not able to pull up her panties when she walked out of her room.
So there she was, laying unconscious on the floor, with her ass as bare as God intended it to be..... and her father worried sick beside her.
Maite Alvarez:
When I recovered my wits, i started to weigh which would have been worse - dying because of over eating or dying with my bum exposed.
Voice over:
And there it is, another story where what are seen as defenseless and harmless shellfish threaten a precious human life. A story we urge you to remember the next time you feast on this traitorous creatures that can cost you more than your dinner bill if and when good shells go bad.
Voice over:
When maite alvarez went to bed at 2:30 in the morning on saturday, October the 14th, she thought she had plenty of sleep ahead of her. The week prior was toxic but the week that was coming was downright venomous and a restful, quiet sunday was her only break in between.
Little did she know that that particular sunday morning was not going to be as easy as the Commodores said sundays ought to be.
Maite Alvarez:
I woke up at 6:30 in the morning because my stomach was grumbling and there was this intense pain that I had never felt before. It felt like the devil himself was poking my insides with his pitchfork and all i could do was lie on my bed and cringe in sorrow.
Voice over:
But that was not all she could do. Gathering every morsel of strength she had, maite stood up and dragged herself to the bathroom where she unleashed what was to be only the first of 86 trips to the toilet.
Maite Alvarez:
The first one wasnt so bad. It was a relief really. You have to understand that I woke up feeling like there was a rave party in my stomach and everyone i know and their mother showed up and showed up drunk. The trip to the banyo turned the rave into a more relaxed cocktail party. I felt better after that.
Voice over:
But barely an hour after she felt better, maite started to feel worse.
Maite Alvarez:
I was in the middle of my business for the second time when i suddenly felt light headed. It was as if by expelling my toxins, I was expelling my very soul. I knew I needed help and I knew I had to move fast to get it. So I WASHED UP and stood up to go to my bedroom. As I was drying up, I felt like all the wind was being sucked out of me. Everything became hazy and I knew that I was going to faint already. So I panicked. I rushed out of my room and walked towards the dining area where i hoped to find somebody who could help me. Luckily, my father was on his way to the garden when he saw me struggling to walk from my room. I called out faintly 'papa' before i finally gave in to the darkness and collapsed.
Voice over:
Maite was in and out of consciousness for a little less than a minute, but it felt like two centuries to her.
Maite Alvarez:
It was like I was torn between going towards the voice of my father which was increasingly becoming more and more distant and going towards the light which was becoming more and more comforting. My father was panicking. He was asking one question after the other, hoping to get a clue on how to help me.
He was asking "Hija, what did you do last night?" "What's happening to you?" "What's wrong?"
To answer his questions, I blurted out the three words i thought would help the most;
SEAFOODS, RED, and TIDE.
Voice over:
The night before, maite and friend gigi dined on mussels and oysters. Ordinarily, the only result one expects from a meal of seashells is the wonderful memory of a fanstastic meal. But taken on an empty stomach, a meal of these same shelled sources of joy can mean DISASTER!
To make the situation worse, in her haste to get some help, maite forgot to do something that caused her much humiliation - she was not able to pull up her panties when she walked out of her room.
So there she was, laying unconscious on the floor, with her ass as bare as God intended it to be..... and her father worried sick beside her.
Maite Alvarez:
When I recovered my wits, i started to weigh which would have been worse - dying because of over eating or dying with my bum exposed.
Voice over:
And there it is, another story where what are seen as defenseless and harmless shellfish threaten a precious human life. A story we urge you to remember the next time you feast on this traitorous creatures that can cost you more than your dinner bill if and when good shells go bad.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Because carmen misses me
I really dont have time for this but i got this DESPERATE message from carmen last week to update my blog so she can still feel part of my life. Well here I am with lots of things to say and very little sense.
* I have to say that I have successfully stayed indifferent to my work despite the pressure. I've been functioning on a default worker mode. Like Adam Sandler on Click. Not one of my 2 gazillion balls have dropped. Yet. Either I'm that good or I'm that lucky. But I do have a feeling I will get fired in November. Why? because a few months ago, I was made a book publisher. I am NOT a book publisher.
* I seem to be surrounded by women who bathe in Be Delicious perfume. And I really have no one to blame but myself. My mother who has it because I gave her one. Jenni has it because we bought one together. and Ruth (my officemate) bought it because she smelled it from me. I used to think it smelled good but now I just hate it. Hate is a strong word but I am using it here. In fact, I'll use it again. I HATE THE SMELL OF BE DELICIOUS PERFUME. It's too much. Too sweet. Too invasive. It attacks my olfactory nerves, work its way up to my brain, and kills all good memories I have cherished with these women. It makes me want to run away from mama, jump out of Jenni's car and resign. Worst.
* I saw episode 2 of season 3 of greys anatomy last night. I WANT PATRICK DEMPSEY. I want to marry him and have his babies. He has that cocky, flirty vibe that turns to sensitive and intense in a second and I am buying it and stocking up.
* Ana is leaving for Madrid this saturday. Pressure.
* We were probably one of the last areas to get electricity back. It was funny how we were starting to get used to the darkness. By the light of a single candle, I could manuever my way around my cluttered room, brush my teeth, wash my face, put on my moisturizer and pick out my clothes for the next day. The other night, I entered my sisters room (where we temporarily relocated to sleep) when I got a text, my brother suddenly awoke, shielded his eyes from the bright that was coming from my phone, and yelled "ano ba? ang liwanag. patayin mo yan," as if I had just walked in with the sun. Funny.
* Rice vs. no rice. The battle that plays out every 1130 when I'm about to decide what to have for lunch. No rice has won more times but when rice wins, it wins big. I think I'm narrower. But I have been known to be delusional so I will not count on what I see.
* I want to get a dog. A big one. Like carolina. Should I? Should I?
Bye.
* I have to say that I have successfully stayed indifferent to my work despite the pressure. I've been functioning on a default worker mode. Like Adam Sandler on Click. Not one of my 2 gazillion balls have dropped. Yet. Either I'm that good or I'm that lucky. But I do have a feeling I will get fired in November. Why? because a few months ago, I was made a book publisher. I am NOT a book publisher.
* I seem to be surrounded by women who bathe in Be Delicious perfume. And I really have no one to blame but myself. My mother who has it because I gave her one. Jenni has it because we bought one together. and Ruth (my officemate) bought it because she smelled it from me. I used to think it smelled good but now I just hate it. Hate is a strong word but I am using it here. In fact, I'll use it again. I HATE THE SMELL OF BE DELICIOUS PERFUME. It's too much. Too sweet. Too invasive. It attacks my olfactory nerves, work its way up to my brain, and kills all good memories I have cherished with these women. It makes me want to run away from mama, jump out of Jenni's car and resign. Worst.
* I saw episode 2 of season 3 of greys anatomy last night. I WANT PATRICK DEMPSEY. I want to marry him and have his babies. He has that cocky, flirty vibe that turns to sensitive and intense in a second and I am buying it and stocking up.
* Ana is leaving for Madrid this saturday. Pressure.
* We were probably one of the last areas to get electricity back. It was funny how we were starting to get used to the darkness. By the light of a single candle, I could manuever my way around my cluttered room, brush my teeth, wash my face, put on my moisturizer and pick out my clothes for the next day. The other night, I entered my sisters room (where we temporarily relocated to sleep) when I got a text, my brother suddenly awoke, shielded his eyes from the bright that was coming from my phone, and yelled "ano ba? ang liwanag. patayin mo yan," as if I had just walked in with the sun. Funny.
* Rice vs. no rice. The battle that plays out every 1130 when I'm about to decide what to have for lunch. No rice has won more times but when rice wins, it wins big. I think I'm narrower. But I have been known to be delusional so I will not count on what I see.
* I want to get a dog. A big one. Like carolina. Should I? Should I?
Bye.
Monday, September 18, 2006
fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars...
It's one of my favorite songs in the whole wide world. I've been listening to it everday in the past three weeks. To Sinatra's version at home and to Bennett's here in the office. The emotion that each version evokes (at least in me) is worlds different from each other.
Frank wants me to tap my feet, put my biggest smile on, walk around florence holding his hand on a fresh sunday morning. Tony wants me to watch the new york skyline against a starry night from the balcony of my 5th avenue penthouse with him embracing me from behind.
Franks is a celebration - that woooo-hooooo-im-so-in-love-i-could-have-danced-all-night feeling.
Tonys is a realization - that oh-my-god.-this-is-it!-this-is-all-i-need-for-the-rest-of-my-days! kind.
I love them both. sometimes equally. sometimes one a teeny weeny bitsy more than the other.
let's sing it.
Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words hold my hand
In other words darling kiss me
Fill my life with song
And let me sing forevermore
You are all I hope for
All I worship and adore
In other words please be true
In other words I love you
Frank wants me to tap my feet, put my biggest smile on, walk around florence holding his hand on a fresh sunday morning. Tony wants me to watch the new york skyline against a starry night from the balcony of my 5th avenue penthouse with him embracing me from behind.
Franks is a celebration - that woooo-hooooo-im-so-in-love-i-could-have-danced-all-night feeling.
Tonys is a realization - that oh-my-god.-this-is-it!-this-is-all-i-need-for-the-rest-of-my-days! kind.
I love them both. sometimes equally. sometimes one a teeny weeny bitsy more than the other.
let's sing it.
Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words hold my hand
In other words darling kiss me
Fill my life with song
And let me sing forevermore
You are all I hope for
All I worship and adore
In other words please be true
In other words I love you
Friday, September 08, 2006
an appeal to all my male friends who plan to be husbands someday...
Please please please, even in the direst of circumstances, do not murder your wives!
It is just not right.
It is just not right.
Friday, September 01, 2006
TOO MANY BALLS IN THE AIR
Just too damn many.
I feel like a clown juggling 6 balls at once and, from all around, people are throwing more balls into the mix to challenge me or just because they think I dont mind.
This is not the first time i'm doing this. Or actually it is. Except this first time started in 2003 and it just kept on going.
Sabi ni carmen, i should consider letting the balls drop because people are too used to none of the balls falling and they don't even notice me furiously juggling anymore.
May point sya don. And really 80% of me is walking towards that path, but the other 20 (a loud minority) is afraid that the balls will all fall on my head and knock me down.
I feel like a clown juggling 6 balls at once and, from all around, people are throwing more balls into the mix to challenge me or just because they think I dont mind.
This is not the first time i'm doing this. Or actually it is. Except this first time started in 2003 and it just kept on going.
Sabi ni carmen, i should consider letting the balls drop because people are too used to none of the balls falling and they don't even notice me furiously juggling anymore.
May point sya don. And really 80% of me is walking towards that path, but the other 20 (a loud minority) is afraid that the balls will all fall on my head and knock me down.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Hi. I'm maite. And I do really stupid things at such inopportune times.
like last night.
I was on my way to Makati med where my abuela was confined when I started thinking "Hmmm.... what if some hot guy picks me up tonight and wants to take me right here in the middle of the kalye. What will i tell him?"
So i started thinking about what I would tell him cos god i wouldnt want it to lead to a relationship (whatever). So i stopped, took out my palm, and wrote down my monologue. I just changed one line in there when i typed it kanina. Anyway,
WHAT I WOULD SAY TO MY ONE NIGHT STAND
Don’t tell me your name
I do not need to know it
I will call you baby
I will call you god
That will do
And if by chance a name escapes my lips,
Pretend it is yours.
Don’t tell me what pays your bills
or how you like your eggs.
Don’t speak of the party that kept you up
or the monsters that wake you in the middle of the night.
None of it matters.
Not now.
And you don’t have to know my name.
You can call out 14 different names
And I will be every single one of them.
Picture me your virgin.
Picture me your whore.
Picture me the widow of your best friend.
Picture me your 7th-grade fantasy.
I am all of them tonight.
Let this be about everything that is nothing.
Rob touch of purpose
Deprive kisses of promise
Take away the meaning of anything that resembles love
It won’t be made here tonight
Save it for the girl you haven’t met
for the wife who waits
for the life you dream
Or pretend it is here
But know that it will soon die on top of me,
Spent and satisfied.
*****
I shouldn't really be thinking of stupid things at these times noh.
I was on my way to Makati med where my abuela was confined when I started thinking "Hmmm.... what if some hot guy picks me up tonight and wants to take me right here in the middle of the kalye. What will i tell him?"
So i started thinking about what I would tell him cos god i wouldnt want it to lead to a relationship (whatever). So i stopped, took out my palm, and wrote down my monologue. I just changed one line in there when i typed it kanina. Anyway,
WHAT I WOULD SAY TO MY ONE NIGHT STAND
Don’t tell me your name
I do not need to know it
I will call you baby
I will call you god
That will do
And if by chance a name escapes my lips,
Pretend it is yours.
Don’t tell me what pays your bills
or how you like your eggs.
Don’t speak of the party that kept you up
or the monsters that wake you in the middle of the night.
None of it matters.
Not now.
And you don’t have to know my name.
You can call out 14 different names
And I will be every single one of them.
Picture me your virgin.
Picture me your whore.
Picture me the widow of your best friend.
Picture me your 7th-grade fantasy.
I am all of them tonight.
Let this be about everything that is nothing.
Rob touch of purpose
Deprive kisses of promise
Take away the meaning of anything that resembles love
It won’t be made here tonight
Save it for the girl you haven’t met
for the wife who waits
for the life you dream
Or pretend it is here
But know that it will soon die on top of me,
Spent and satisfied.
*****
I shouldn't really be thinking of stupid things at these times noh.
Monday, August 28, 2006
Ako'y isang bakya...
Opo. Bakya po ako. Pinakilig at pinaiyak ng mga pelikula ni ate shawie at claudine baretto, pumadyak ang paa ng sayawan ni Aga at Gary V. sa Bagets at hotshots, at tumili ng parang baliw nung may gustong patayin sa sindak si barbara. Mahilig akong manood ng pelikulang pilipinong pangmasa. Isang bagay na hindi ko kailanman ikinahiya.
Well what about this DREAMBOY movie?!?!?! Ano ba naman star - ang sama eh. nakakasuka. nakakadiri. nakakahiya.
Come on peeps... lets do better.
At saka, no offense to her fans ha, but bea is not really bida material.
Well what about this DREAMBOY movie?!?!?! Ano ba naman star - ang sama eh. nakakasuka. nakakadiri. nakakahiya.
Come on peeps... lets do better.
At saka, no offense to her fans ha, but bea is not really bida material.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
It must be nice to be jet right now
and i'm honestly so inggit ha.
so, in the universe inside my head where everything is possible, i will clone me into 4 billion etties, gather around the edsa shrine to rally and chant....
PENGENG CRUSH!
PENGENG CRUSH!
PENGENG CRUSH!
PENGENG CRUSH!
PENGENT CRUSH!
at sana yung realistic. tama na ako sa patrick dempsey at colin firth.
so, in the universe inside my head where everything is possible, i will clone me into 4 billion etties, gather around the edsa shrine to rally and chant....
PENGENG CRUSH!
PENGENG CRUSH!
PENGENG CRUSH!
PENGENG CRUSH!
PENGENT CRUSH!
at sana yung realistic. tama na ako sa patrick dempsey at colin firth.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Get off your high horses so i can box you both in the head
Okay, this is gonna be quick because i have to run to a meeting but i also have to vent because im very upset.
1. To my friend's vegetarian friend who said i shouldnt call myself a vegetarian because i started eating oysters, clams, and shrimps again because i didnt want to deprive myself of all that is good in this world -
You arrogant moron and a half, you can take your vegetarian label and stick it up your constipated ass because I DONT WANT IT. If you're doing this because you genuinely care for animals, then i suggest you get down on your knees and kiss my feet because I'm helping you save them regardless of my reasons. And if you can't see past my reasons for doing it cos maybe you think its stupid that im doing it because of a promise i made to God or because I break out in hives when I eat meat or because I just simply prefer vegetables to meat, then you just shut your ugly mouth before i send a decapitated horse's head to your bed tonight.
2. To my client who spent two hours of my time back-biting his brother in law because the brother in law is rich and he's not -
You pretentious angry old man, you stop pretending that money means nothing to you when you've based your entire hatred for your brother in law on the fact that he has it and you don't. You're no different from the gold diggers who cant see past the dollar sign except that you dont cling to the rich, you run away from them even if they turn out to be nice guys in the end. You told me that you hate it that he's proud of being rich, well thats not any different from you being proud of being poor. You think i think of you now as a humble, principled man who doesn't let money get in the way of his rationality? No sir, you're just a bitter, proud man who's making his wife miserable because he refuses to get along with her brother.
okay, i have to go to my meeting now.
1. To my friend's vegetarian friend who said i shouldnt call myself a vegetarian because i started eating oysters, clams, and shrimps again because i didnt want to deprive myself of all that is good in this world -
You arrogant moron and a half, you can take your vegetarian label and stick it up your constipated ass because I DONT WANT IT. If you're doing this because you genuinely care for animals, then i suggest you get down on your knees and kiss my feet because I'm helping you save them regardless of my reasons. And if you can't see past my reasons for doing it cos maybe you think its stupid that im doing it because of a promise i made to God or because I break out in hives when I eat meat or because I just simply prefer vegetables to meat, then you just shut your ugly mouth before i send a decapitated horse's head to your bed tonight.
2. To my client who spent two hours of my time back-biting his brother in law because the brother in law is rich and he's not -
You pretentious angry old man, you stop pretending that money means nothing to you when you've based your entire hatred for your brother in law on the fact that he has it and you don't. You're no different from the gold diggers who cant see past the dollar sign except that you dont cling to the rich, you run away from them even if they turn out to be nice guys in the end. You told me that you hate it that he's proud of being rich, well thats not any different from you being proud of being poor. You think i think of you now as a humble, principled man who doesn't let money get in the way of his rationality? No sir, you're just a bitter, proud man who's making his wife miserable because he refuses to get along with her brother.
okay, i have to go to my meeting now.
Monday, August 14, 2006
My Boracay
It’s been 5 days since our plane landed from Boracay and I still can’t get the island off of my head.
Simply put, I love that place.
I love that the beach is big enough to allow everyone a spot to build sandcastles. I love that the island is small enough to give a sense of familiarity and comfort to strangers and natives alike. I love that the food bought off a street stand is just as good, and unfortunately as fattening, as the gourmet plates that are served in its first class restaurants. I love that vendors never tire of offering their goods despite the countless times they have been turned down, and I especially love that some of them sell items that have no business being sold in a beach like pearls and gold. I love that everyone will insist to be your personal bellhop and carry your bag even if it’s just a tote. I love that all dogs are communal pets and everyone shares the responsibility of taking care of them and scratching their ears. I love that I can run barefoot in the sand and jump around in the water like an unchaperoned 7 year old. I love that the fine, white sand and the clear, clean waters still surprises me every single time I step out in the beach. I love that I can always count on the sunset to take my breath away and for the gazillion stars to make me want to hold somebody’s hand. But most of all, I love that I can just turn to anyone and smile knowing fully well that I will get an even bigger smile in return.
Despite of all the whys I love Boracay though, there were two reasons that I especially loved my visit this time; the company and the food.
THREE’S COMPANY
I was with my brother Joey and my sister Guada. He spent a night there 5 years ago and she has never been. So, with 3 Boracay vacations in my belt, I took the island-expert role and told them to follow my lead. They were the most excited tourists I’ve ever gone with on a vacation. He was the ‘Go. Go. Let’s do everything’ kind and she would hesitate and bite her fingers first before she grudgingly said yes.
And while they both loved the island too, they expressed it in different ways.
On our last afternoon there, Guada and I were frying on the sand when Joey emerged from the water, ran to where we were, plopped down beside us, raised his arms up in the air and with the biggest smile shouted “THIS IS THE BEST VACATION EVERRRR!!!!” He would take off on his own at 6 in the morning and 12 midnight while we girls slept because he would rather enjoy the island outdoors. He would come back with amazing photos that made us almost wish we didn’t sleep instead. Almost.
Guada, on the other hand, was not as vocal. She would watch everything in silence and just smile every once in a while as though she just suddenly discovered the island’s biggest secret. Being our resident OC, she would stop us from petting possibly rabid dogs, touching possible bacteria infected surfaces, and leaving a mess in the bathroom after we bathe. She would impatiently ask me “what are we eating for dinner?” two seconds after we have breakfast. And wow did she love the shopping.
I can’t wait to go on another vacation with these two.
THE FLAVORS OF THE ISLAND
Before I left for Boracay, I made a list of all the places that I should bring my siblings to eat. I wrote down two places in bold letters. One of them delivered, one disappointed.
‘Real Coffee’ is a small quaint café hidden inside one of Boracay’s alleys. The place, which is mostly made of bamboos, has a cozy feel that makes you just want to sit down in a corner and read a book while drinking a cup of their freshly-brewed coffee.
Even before Josie, one of their friendly staff, handed me their menu, I already knew what I wanted, omelet with cheese, tomato, onion and pesto. It was the first dish I had the first time I ate there two years ago and I never ordered anything else since. The tomatoes are always juicy, the onions still slightly crunchy, the eggs still a little bit runny, the cheese perfectly melted and the pesto, oh my God the pesto, always a perfect mix of basil and garlic. In the 8 times I’ve had their omelet, they never ever failed to satisfy.
While I never have dessert at breakfast, I had no choice but to do so at ‘Real Coffee.’ Their brownies and oatmeal raisin cookies are soooo good. But it was their calamansi muffin that really got me. It just had the right mix of the sweet and the tart that went perfectly with the mildly bitter coffee.
The second place on my list was the Indian restaurant ‘True Foods’. I love Indian food and every time I’m in Boracay, I make sure that I eat there. The ambience at ‘True Foods’ is very relaxed with just about the right touch of sophistication. Chairs were thrown out for more comfortable huge throw pillows that are perfect for the very low wooden tables. The view of the beach from the second floor is nothing short of spectacular though a jacket is recommended to keep the chill away. Everything was perfect. Except, unfortunately, the food. I don’t know if there has been a change of management or a change of kitchen crew or a change of recipe but that was definitely not how I remember their food. I don’t know if they were just having a bad day but I was really disappointed that night. The Shrimp Biryani had all the heat in the world and none of the flavor. The Tandoori chicken was dryer than my skin. And, I’m sorry, but Indian cuisine does not have room for thousand island dressing as dip. Where the hell was my chutney?
But the island found a way to make up for that mess of a meal. It always finds a way to make up for anything actually, be it a burnt house (long story) or a broken heart (longer story.)
All in all though, it was one of the best vacations I’ve ever had.
Good company, good food, good times!!!
I dont care if I get it
Well maybe i do a little but at this point, im okay if i dont. Because i really love the video. And not just because I dont look so fat but because it was so fun to make.
And since this is my first video, syempre may credits.
Tracy, for shooting, editing and calling me stupid 2million times last night because i was being emotionally gross.
Deesj, for telling me about it and encouraging me to apply. And for claire's cam and directional mic.
Mamu, for telling me to focus on something in my essay.
Adi, for holding the camera like a pro when tracy was nanginginig na from lack of a tripod.
Gigi, for turning the light bulb on on cue and shooting the stills.
Jenni, for answering my texts at 2 in the morning about possible concepts.
Drach, for his inputs about the show since he's the only one who has actually seen it.
Monster, for that killer 'fart' line and for finding it funny.
Margie, for laughing til she cried.
And since this is my first video, syempre may credits.
Tracy, for shooting, editing and calling me stupid 2million times last night because i was being emotionally gross.
Deesj, for telling me about it and encouraging me to apply. And for claire's cam and directional mic.
Mamu, for telling me to focus on something in my essay.
Adi, for holding the camera like a pro when tracy was nanginginig na from lack of a tripod.
Gigi, for turning the light bulb on on cue and shooting the stills.
Jenni, for answering my texts at 2 in the morning about possible concepts.
Drach, for his inputs about the show since he's the only one who has actually seen it.
Monster, for that killer 'fart' line and for finding it funny.
Margie, for laughing til she cried.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Jerking Shrimps
You know that wonderful jerked chicken gastronomic orgasm that gigi makes, she will start selling na the marinade. And she said it works with shrimps too!!!!
Wooo Hoooo!!!!
My geads this is all i can think about right now.
***
To all those who will be buying gigi's wonderful marinade, may i suggest to try any of many equally explosive desserts to cap your meal from Compulsive Eaters.
Shameless plugging eto.
Wooo Hoooo!!!!
My geads this is all i can think about right now.
***
To all those who will be buying gigi's wonderful marinade, may i suggest to try any of many equally explosive desserts to cap your meal from Compulsive Eaters.
Shameless plugging eto.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Conversations with cabbies
I spend a lot of time in cabs. So obviously, I spend a lot of time with cabbies. I have come to appreciate the...hmmmm...loneliness cab drivers must face everyday. To be constantly surrounded by people and yet be invisible. To be always in the middle of conversations and yet be ignored. To be ordered, forgotten, paid, and left behind all in the time it takes to get from benavidez to valero.
So i try to be a polite passenger whenever i can.
I listen when talked to, answer when necessary, and even smile occasionally.
They do love to talk. They talk about anything and everything. From politics, to religion, to showbiz chismis, to, of course, the rising cost of fuel.
But when they start talking about themselves, i channel my inner Oprah and start to have a conversation.
Last night was one of my favorites.
***
"Alam ko ang United Paranaque. Bago palang ako mag abroad alam ko na yan," he casually says.
"San ka nagpunta?" I asked. If you've been abroad, I want to know where because I'm an inggitera.
"Every year ako nag a-abroad. One year sa Kuwait. One year dito. Driver ako dun."
"Talaga?"
"OO. Maliit nga lang ang sweldo ko eh. 3,600 lang."
"Dollars?" I asked.
"OO," he answered.
I, of course, couldn't stop myself from saying "Ang yabang mo naman. Hindi nga?"
"OO nga. Pero mababa yon kumpara sa ibang amerikano na kapereho ko sa trabaho."
"Talaga?", although I'm sure there was a big SHYAR!!! flashing on my forehead noh. "Fun ba sa Kuwait?"
"Okay naman. Open city na yon. Maraming pinay na babae na blah blah blah" He must have noticed that mind had already drifted off because he cleared his voice before he continued to say "Pumunta ako sa Kuwait pagkatapos kong makulong."
So, attentive na naman si ets diba?
"Nakulong ka?" I asked as i hold on tighter to my bag with my left hand and ready my right to open the door in case i needed to jump out of there.
"OO. Sundalo ako nuon. Napasama ako sa coup nung kay Gringo," he shares.
Fear turns into judgment "Bakit ka naman kasi sumama dun?"
He gets on the defensive "Hindi ko talaga alam maam na ganun pala. Sundalo ako sa probinsya (I forget where), sarhento na ako. Tinawagan ako nung superior ko ng madaling araw, sabi nya na i-ready ko raw ang platoon ko. Alam mo kasi sa military, obey first before you ask. So wala akong tanong-tanong. Na-excite nga ako dahil babyahe kaming maynila. So pagpunta namin ng maynila, pinapunta kami sa Dusit, sa Hotel Nikko. Tapos yon, coup na pala yon. Na-aresto kami, nakulong ako ng anim na buwan."
"Pinagsisihan mo ba yon?"
"Hindi mo na rin masabi eh. Ganon talaga sa trabaho namin eh."
***
Another story that I haven't forgotten happened several years ago. I've unfortunately forgotten who I was with but we were a lot because I remember feeling cramp at the back.
We were driving by 6750 when he points to the building and says in perfect english "That's where my daughter works. She's an executive for Caltex."
And thats when I started to take notice of him. He was probably in his early 50s. You had to look closely, but you could tell that his features were very mestizohin. Even in his worn-out shirt, he could have easily passed as one of my dad's friends. And it was obvious from the way he spoke that sentence, that he was educated.
As it turns out, he was a rich kid. He went to La Salle for college and graduated with a degree in business management. He married his girlfriend and they had 2 children. He quit his job shortly after he got it because he was too spoiled and too arrogant to take orders from someone else. He took his parents' money and he gambled it away. Took his wife's money and gambled it away.
His wife left him and brought their children with her. She did okay without him. Found a job and was able to raise their kids well and send them to college.
He was hit by depression and wasn't able to recover as quickly. But one day, he realized that he had to do something. By this time he had already lost his friends too and had no one to run to. No company would touch him. So he applied as a cab driver.
At the time we met him, he had just been driving for a little over a year. "I'm not used to hard labor," he said. He holds up his hand to show us his calluses that still seem fresh "I got these from driving everyday of the week without a day off for the past year. I want to change my life," he added.
***
And there, of course, is my all time favorite cabbie. He's name is Guy Goma. He is my ultimate example of a man who will pretend to know how to swim when he's thrown in the river even if he's drowning just because people are watching on the shore.
***
So i try to be a polite passenger whenever i can.
I listen when talked to, answer when necessary, and even smile occasionally.
They do love to talk. They talk about anything and everything. From politics, to religion, to showbiz chismis, to, of course, the rising cost of fuel.
But when they start talking about themselves, i channel my inner Oprah and start to have a conversation.
Last night was one of my favorites.
***
"Alam ko ang United Paranaque. Bago palang ako mag abroad alam ko na yan," he casually says.
"San ka nagpunta?" I asked. If you've been abroad, I want to know where because I'm an inggitera.
"Every year ako nag a-abroad. One year sa Kuwait. One year dito. Driver ako dun."
"Talaga?"
"OO. Maliit nga lang ang sweldo ko eh. 3,600 lang."
"Dollars?" I asked.
"OO," he answered.
I, of course, couldn't stop myself from saying "Ang yabang mo naman. Hindi nga?"
"OO nga. Pero mababa yon kumpara sa ibang amerikano na kapereho ko sa trabaho."
"Talaga?", although I'm sure there was a big SHYAR!!! flashing on my forehead noh. "Fun ba sa Kuwait?"
"Okay naman. Open city na yon. Maraming pinay na babae na blah blah blah" He must have noticed that mind had already drifted off because he cleared his voice before he continued to say "Pumunta ako sa Kuwait pagkatapos kong makulong."
So, attentive na naman si ets diba?
"Nakulong ka?" I asked as i hold on tighter to my bag with my left hand and ready my right to open the door in case i needed to jump out of there.
"OO. Sundalo ako nuon. Napasama ako sa coup nung kay Gringo," he shares.
Fear turns into judgment "Bakit ka naman kasi sumama dun?"
He gets on the defensive "Hindi ko talaga alam maam na ganun pala. Sundalo ako sa probinsya (I forget where), sarhento na ako. Tinawagan ako nung superior ko ng madaling araw, sabi nya na i-ready ko raw ang platoon ko. Alam mo kasi sa military, obey first before you ask. So wala akong tanong-tanong. Na-excite nga ako dahil babyahe kaming maynila. So pagpunta namin ng maynila, pinapunta kami sa Dusit, sa Hotel Nikko. Tapos yon, coup na pala yon. Na-aresto kami, nakulong ako ng anim na buwan."
"Pinagsisihan mo ba yon?"
"Hindi mo na rin masabi eh. Ganon talaga sa trabaho namin eh."
***
Another story that I haven't forgotten happened several years ago. I've unfortunately forgotten who I was with but we were a lot because I remember feeling cramp at the back.
We were driving by 6750 when he points to the building and says in perfect english "That's where my daughter works. She's an executive for Caltex."
And thats when I started to take notice of him. He was probably in his early 50s. You had to look closely, but you could tell that his features were very mestizohin. Even in his worn-out shirt, he could have easily passed as one of my dad's friends. And it was obvious from the way he spoke that sentence, that he was educated.
As it turns out, he was a rich kid. He went to La Salle for college and graduated with a degree in business management. He married his girlfriend and they had 2 children. He quit his job shortly after he got it because he was too spoiled and too arrogant to take orders from someone else. He took his parents' money and he gambled it away. Took his wife's money and gambled it away.
His wife left him and brought their children with her. She did okay without him. Found a job and was able to raise their kids well and send them to college.
He was hit by depression and wasn't able to recover as quickly. But one day, he realized that he had to do something. By this time he had already lost his friends too and had no one to run to. No company would touch him. So he applied as a cab driver.
At the time we met him, he had just been driving for a little over a year. "I'm not used to hard labor," he said. He holds up his hand to show us his calluses that still seem fresh "I got these from driving everyday of the week without a day off for the past year. I want to change my life," he added.
***
And there, of course, is my all time favorite cabbie. He's name is Guy Goma. He is my ultimate example of a man who will pretend to know how to swim when he's thrown in the river even if he's drowning just because people are watching on the shore.
***
Thursday, July 27, 2006
A poorer version of deesj's blog
These are the original instructions.
1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING!
These are my improvised ones since i dont have an ipod.
1. Get any songhits/song book lying around (i wanted the big thick one but cant find it so im using instead the magic sing playlist folder)
2. Flip through the pages while reading the question then stop flipping after.
3. Randomly point to any part of the page with your finger (i recommend the index one, but feel free to use your favorite)
4. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense.
NO CHEATING!
How are you feeling today?
- Bye bye love
Will you get far in life?
- Fever
How do your friends see you?
- Tonight I celebrate my love
Will you get married?
- Come together
What is your life's theme song?
- Keep on running
What is the story of your life?
- Do you want to know a secret?
What was high school like?
- Vision of love
How can you get ahead in life?
- Don't worry, be happy
What is tomorrow going to be like?
- Lead me lord
What is the best thing about your friends?
- You're only lonely
What is in store for the next weekend?
- Oh donna
What song best describes you?
- Gaano kadalas ang minsan
How is your life going?
- Ready to take a chance again
What song will play at your funeral?
- By the light of the silver moon
How does the world see you?
- All for love
Will you have a happy life?
- Thriller
What do your friends really think of you?
- Green green grass of home
What song describes the person you're
attracted to?
- Don't be cruel
What message would you like to tell the next generation?
- Nasaan ang liwanag
Do you have a deep dark secret?
- Separate ways, worlds apart
Fun na rin yon for me
1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING!
These are my improvised ones since i dont have an ipod.
1. Get any songhits/song book lying around (i wanted the big thick one but cant find it so im using instead the magic sing playlist folder)
2. Flip through the pages while reading the question then stop flipping after.
3. Randomly point to any part of the page with your finger (i recommend the index one, but feel free to use your favorite)
4. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense.
NO CHEATING!
How are you feeling today?
- Bye bye love
Will you get far in life?
- Fever
How do your friends see you?
- Tonight I celebrate my love
Will you get married?
- Come together
What is your life's theme song?
- Keep on running
What is the story of your life?
- Do you want to know a secret?
What was high school like?
- Vision of love
How can you get ahead in life?
- Don't worry, be happy
What is tomorrow going to be like?
- Lead me lord
What is the best thing about your friends?
- You're only lonely
What is in store for the next weekend?
- Oh donna
What song best describes you?
- Gaano kadalas ang minsan
How is your life going?
- Ready to take a chance again
What song will play at your funeral?
- By the light of the silver moon
How does the world see you?
- All for love
Will you have a happy life?
- Thriller
What do your friends really think of you?
- Green green grass of home
What song describes the person you're
attracted to?
- Don't be cruel
What message would you like to tell the next generation?
- Nasaan ang liwanag
Do you have a deep dark secret?
- Separate ways, worlds apart
Fun na rin yon for me
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Taken from chockwit's blog- WHAT BE THE STORY OF...
your name
Before I was Maite, I was called tetchie (lord!). When my parents realized that my hips will never allow me to live up to the promise set by ms. Agbayani ‘pinaka magandang hayop sa balat ng lupa,’ it was immediately changed to the cuter, more adorable “maite”
The name has since evolved into several spin-offs; Ets, Etlers, Ettie, and the less popular Ettiloo.
your parents
Beauty and the Beast. Okay fine, my dad was probably hot in his day. He was the local bully and she was the no-nonsense smarty pants of the biggest mestiza-producing family in Isabela. He built a wall around her before she even reached puberty and no one, NO ONE, was allowed within 42 million miles of it.
So since she thought he was all the man the world had to offer, she took him.
your last birthday
Quiet and simple.
your first love
Oh god. Gross. But fine. Niv. He was my best friend in sophomore year in CSA. Could talk to him for hours and hours and he made me laugh everyday of the week and twice on Sundays for 6 years. Well, for, at least 5 of the 6 years.
your room
I just recently had my very own room (pathetic.) It used to be my mom’s office so the wall paper and the blinds are very mommy. But I love it. It has a bay window that overlooks the garden. But since I’m a wimpy schwimpy, the blinds are closed most of the time.
A big-ass german flag hangs on the wall (a gift from Tom from camp) for no good reason.
last Christmas
I don’t remember. But I think I just spent it with the family at home. And maybe I went out after with friends. But I really don’t remember.
your last valentines
Oh…. I don’t remember.
your current clothes
I’m in all white despite the weather. So I wont be surprised if someone mistakes me for a fridge and puts vegetables under my pants.
the 1st time you saw your crush
Patrick Dempsey. Grey’s Anatomy.
you and your best friend
I saw her pass her suicidal phase and she saw me pass my pathetic cry-me-a-river stage.
She buys everything I sell plus one because that’s how she is.
We used to be hermits. I hung out at her house everyday for two years and that was all the outside world I needed. One time, we were just watching tv at her flat when the doorbell rang, we literally froze and thought “But I’m here and you’re here so who the hell could that be?!?”
It was manang josie from downstairs who needed something or other.
the last place you went to
Uhhh…. The banyo. Okay naman sya, malinis na rin compared to the banyo sa SM malls.
the last time you cried
Babaw tears? – caught the ending of spanglish and cried at the mother-daughter dialogue. “Will you do anything to make sure that you don’t end up anything like me?” (I paraphrase) God! Kinaya ba yon ni ets?
your greatest achievement so far
Wala ata eh.
last movie you watched
Beauty and the Beast special edition last night on DVD. I love gaston.
Before I was Maite, I was called tetchie (lord!). When my parents realized that my hips will never allow me to live up to the promise set by ms. Agbayani ‘pinaka magandang hayop sa balat ng lupa,’ it was immediately changed to the cuter, more adorable “maite”
The name has since evolved into several spin-offs; Ets, Etlers, Ettie, and the less popular Ettiloo.
your parents
Beauty and the Beast. Okay fine, my dad was probably hot in his day. He was the local bully and she was the no-nonsense smarty pants of the biggest mestiza-producing family in Isabela. He built a wall around her before she even reached puberty and no one, NO ONE, was allowed within 42 million miles of it.
So since she thought he was all the man the world had to offer, she took him.
your last birthday
Quiet and simple.
your first love
Oh god. Gross. But fine. Niv. He was my best friend in sophomore year in CSA. Could talk to him for hours and hours and he made me laugh everyday of the week and twice on Sundays for 6 years. Well, for, at least 5 of the 6 years.
your room
I just recently had my very own room (pathetic.) It used to be my mom’s office so the wall paper and the blinds are very mommy. But I love it. It has a bay window that overlooks the garden. But since I’m a wimpy schwimpy, the blinds are closed most of the time.
A big-ass german flag hangs on the wall (a gift from Tom from camp) for no good reason.
last Christmas
I don’t remember. But I think I just spent it with the family at home. And maybe I went out after with friends. But I really don’t remember.
your last valentines
Oh…. I don’t remember.
your current clothes
I’m in all white despite the weather. So I wont be surprised if someone mistakes me for a fridge and puts vegetables under my pants.
the 1st time you saw your crush
Patrick Dempsey. Grey’s Anatomy.
you and your best friend
I saw her pass her suicidal phase and she saw me pass my pathetic cry-me-a-river stage.
She buys everything I sell plus one because that’s how she is.
We used to be hermits. I hung out at her house everyday for two years and that was all the outside world I needed. One time, we were just watching tv at her flat when the doorbell rang, we literally froze and thought “But I’m here and you’re here so who the hell could that be?!?”
It was manang josie from downstairs who needed something or other.
the last place you went to
Uhhh…. The banyo. Okay naman sya, malinis na rin compared to the banyo sa SM malls.
the last time you cried
Babaw tears? – caught the ending of spanglish and cried at the mother-daughter dialogue. “Will you do anything to make sure that you don’t end up anything like me?” (I paraphrase) God! Kinaya ba yon ni ets?
your greatest achievement so far
Wala ata eh.
last movie you watched
Beauty and the Beast special edition last night on DVD. I love gaston.
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.
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Ayoko na talaga maging ganito. Mamamatay ako ng maaga sa ganitong buhay eh. Busog na nga, kabado pa.
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