everything looks so much better in the morning.

NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

2006-09-13T12:51:00.000+08:00

Kase pag sinabing "back up your template" BACK UP YOUR TEMPLATE TALAGA!!! NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Leksyon 'to! Leksyon 'to! Sabi ng Blogger tigilan ko na daw ang pag-import ng pag-import at paglipat ng paglipat ng ibang blog!!! NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anong nangyari?????? Hindi ko alam!!!!!!!!! NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay. Breathe in. Breathe out. Pengeng paper bag. 'Di ako makahinga. NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Napakasimpleng bagay, I screwed up majorly pa!!! Grrrrrrr. Boys en gels, kung gusto n'yo pang ma-associate sa bopols na blogger na 'to, paki-iwan na lang ang URLs n'yo dito. Salamat. Hay.

a repost

2006-09-11T20:41:00.000+08:00

Alex and Slitherdude (puwede ka ba pang tawaging "slither"?), remember this? At sa mga hindi inabot itong kuwentong 'to sa lumang blog, basahin ninyo.

THE TRIAL OF KIKO MATSING Ang kinagigiliwang mascot ng mga batang Pilipino na si Pong Pagong ay natagpuang patay sa ilalim ng puno ng Batibot. Ang tanging "ibidinsya ba" ay ang binagoongang kangkong sa plato. Ang prime suspect at ang kinasuhan ng homicide ay walang iba kundi si Kiko, ang sikat na matsing. CAST OF CHARACTERS Kiko Matsing Ang matsing ng Batibot Judge Singko Ang hudyo ng courtroom (Hudyo?) Atty. Ching Si Kuya Ching na abogado ni Kiko Atty. Bodjie Ang prosecutor. Kuya Bodjie! (Ang saya-saya!) Kapitan Basa Ang tagabasa Scene: Sa courtroom Kapitan Basa: Magandang umaga sa inyong lahat mga bata! Audience: Magandang umaga! Kapitan Basa: Tayo'y tumayo para sa ating honorable Judge Crisostomo Singko! Nagsitayuan ang lahat, tumayo din si Atty. Ching na abogago ni Kiko. Atty. Ching: Hoy Kiko! Tumayo ka dyan! Kiko Matsing: Ano ka ba?!!! Hindi ako pwedeng tumayo! Atty. Ching: Ay oo nga pala! Sorry! Lumabas si Judge Singko na naka-pang judge outfit nga. Judge Singko: Magandang umaga, magsiupo. Kapitan Basa: The case op Pong Pagong. People of the Philippines vs Kiko Matsing. Biglang pumunta sa harap si Atty. Ching. Atty. Ching: Your honor! My client is innocent! Si Pong Pagong ay kanyang best pren! Kanyang kalaro simula noon pa... sabay silang kumakanta, sumasayaw, sabay silang nagbabasa, nagbibilang, sabay silang kumakain… Audience: Haaaaaa?!!!! (Music:Tandan dan!!!) Judge Singko: Ano sinabi mo? Sabay kumain? E di ba doon namatay si Pong Pagong? (Music: Tandan dan!!!) Judge Singko: Teka, nasaan ang prosecutor? Bakit wala siya sa courtroom? Tawagin ninyo! Pasok si Kuya Bodjie na naka-barong Tagalog pa! (Music: Tenten nenen ten Tenten nenen ten…) Atty. Bodjie: (singing) Ako ang kapitbahay, kapitbahay n'yo, laging handang tumulong sa inyo. Kilala n'yo ako, kilala n'yo ako, ako'y isa sa kapitbahay, kapitbahay ninyo!!! Judge Singko: Attorney!!! Atty. Bodjie: Tama si Judge. Ako’y isang abogado. A-bo-ga-do. Abogado! Atty. Ching: Teka, teka, teka. Kiko Matsing: Palabas ni Ricky Reyes yon ah! Atty. Ching: Katahimikan! Ako ang nagsasalita! Itinuro ni ni Atty. Ching ang mga ibedensya sa mesa: isang Bigmac, isang Chickenjoy at isang kangkong with bagoong. (Music: Tanan Tanan Tananananan…) Atty. Ching: (singing) Alin, alin, alin ang naiba isipin kung alin ang naiba isipin mabuti, isipin kung alin isipin kung alin ang… naiba! (Music: Twiiiiing!) Atty. Ching: Tama mga bata, ang naiiba ay ang kangkong with bagoong dahil ito lang ang mura! At ang pagkakaalam ko, si Pong Pagong ay namatay sa food poisoning ng isang Chinese fast food restaurant! Hindi ko pwedeng sabihin ang pangalan ng restaurant kaya clue na lang. May "C" at "King" ang pangalan ng Chinese fast food restaurant na ito. Ay hinde, masyadong obvious. May "Chow" at "K" na lang. I now call my first witness. Labas si Jollibee, gulat na gulat ang lahat! Audience: Haaaaaa?!!! Atty. Bodjie: I object! Hindi puwedeng mag-testify ang bubuyog na iyan sapagkat kalaban niya ang Chow K. sa fast food business! Puwedeng sinisiraan lang nya ang Chow K.! At higit sa lahat, HINDI NAGSASALITA YAN! Audience: Haaaaaa?!!! Nagngitngit si Jollibee at nginaratan si Atty. Bodjie. Audience: Haaaaaa?!!! Judge Singko: Order! Order! Palabasin yan! I put that bubuyog in contempt! Baka may makagat pa yan dito, malaki-laking pantal yan! Atty. Bodjie: Sa tingin ko your honor, ako na ang magsasalita. I will take the stand even though it's government property. Judge Singko: Proceed. Atty. Bodjie: I now call my witnesses. Sabay pasok si B1 at B2!!! Kiko Matsing: Anak ng saba naman oo! Patay tayo! Sinama pa si Doring Daga! Itutuloy. 'Wag kayong aalis, babalik kaagad ang Trial of Kiko Matsing!

This was posted Nov. 1, 2003! Halos tatlong taon nang nakabitin ang kuwento! Aba, hindi na puwede 'yan!

Dubya! wouldn't wanna be ya!

2006-09-08T01:38:00.000+08:00

Minsan panalo rin sundin yung mga inuutos sa 'yo ng forwarded at random emails. An officemate posted this on the office egroup:

GOOGLE Search: Failure (Try it NOW!!!) Message: A friend sent me this and I did what was asked to do. Try nyo rin, and see the first entry 1- Go to www.Google.com 2- Type in “Failure” 3- Click search…Look at what, unfortunately, comes up as first listing 4- Do it soon … before the people at Google fix it

And the result: Yeah, yeah, alam ko medyo matagal na ring kumakalat 'to at malamang hindi lang isang beses 'to lumanding sa mga inboxes nating lahat. Pero just the same, panalo pa rin. Ikaw na ang mag-top sa 499,000,000 hits. Akalain mo yun? Kaya ganun na lang ang simpatya at awa ko sa mga Amerikano. Ito ang joke--teka, joke nga ba?--na hindi mawawala sa uso.

panicking

2006-09-07T00:13:00.000+08:00

It wasn’t so long ago when I always had to carry you in my arms because I was scared shit that Bitoy might snap at you or slobber all over you with that lethal laway of his and to keep the smaller kids from pinching you too hard because you were simply way too cute not to be pinched and made gigil. It wasn’t so long ago when I would sit you on my lap while Dr. Totanes administered your shots and ensured that everything’s alright with you. It wasn't so long ago when you'd bury your face on my lap or shoulder and fall asleep. It wasn’t so long ago when we’d half-wrestle every after bath time because you can’t wait to run off and play while I’m trying desperately to dry you because I’m worried that you might catch a cold if you’re let outside the house after a bath. Dati kasya pa kalahati ng katawan mo sa balde na 'yan. Dati nakakahiga ka pa sa box. Dati karga-karga lang kita habang naglalakad sa labas o nangangapit-bahay kila Lola. Dati kasya ka pa sa ilalim ng sofa. Ang liit mo pa noon eh. Ngayon ulo mo na lang ang kasya sa balde. Napakabilis talaga ng panahon. Last week, Aug. 30, Amber had her period. She's only eight months old! Two weeks short of turning nine! Tapos may period na? How can that be? Dahil ba tabaching-ching s'ya? Tanong rin ako ng tanong kay Daddy nung sinabi n'yang nagkaro'n na si Amber. (Si Dindin, nagsisisigaw sa kotse habang papauwi: "HUWHAAAAT??!! Daddy! Paano po nangyari 'yun??? Eh eight months pa lang si Amber ko!!! Waaaaaaah. Hindi puwede! Hindi po puwede 'yon!!!") But no, we were playing on Friday morning and I saw this small spot of blood on her hind leg. I tried to wipe it off but Amber got conscious and suddenly ran to look for her ball. Shite, dalaginding na ang baby dog ko. Waaaaaaaaaaaaah. Baby pa si Amber eh. :( Ayoko tuloy s'ya ilabas. Baka habulin at puntahan s'ya ng mga boydogs dito. Nyiiii. I DO NOT LIKE! Hahampasin ko talaga sila ng raketa, magkabarangayan na. Ganito ba? Ganito ba ang pakiramdam ng isang ina? Haaaaaaaay.

dahil sino ba ang hindi mahilig sa pagkain?

2006-09-06T16:16:00.000+08:00

Pilfered from Ailene. How do you like your eggs? Wala ako nun eh. Ha? Ay sorry. Sunny side-up, runny. Or scrambled, with butter and milk. Or with onions and tomatoes. Basta luto ni Mommy. How do you take your coffee/tea? Coffee, black but with sugar. Tea, with milk. Favorite breakfast food? Sinangag and tocino or tapa. Or suman galing Sta. Cruz na sinabawan ng tsokolate na gawa ni Nanay Yoly. Peanut butter: smooth or crunchy? Smooth or crunchy, depende sa mood. What kind of dressing on your salad? Blue cheese. Or that strawberry thingie at Fuzion. Coke or Pepsi? Always Coca-Cola. You’re feeling lazy. What do you make? Sinangag and sardines in corn oil. You’re feeling really lazy. What kind of pizza do you order? Yellow Cab’s Gourmet Garden or Four Seasons. Or Everything On It ng Magoo's. You feel like cooking. What do you make? An imitation of my mom's lengua. Or any of her pasta creations. Do any foods bring back good memories? Mango juice reminds me of our stay in Siargao, A Veneto’s chicken cutlet parmigiana (college nightouts with the Brats), Gary’s chicken chopsuey, champorado (grade school days and suspended classes), duhat, lansones, Glorietta 1’s buttered popcorn. Do any foods bring back bad memories? Hmmm, parang wala. Isip. ... ... ... Wala talaga eh. Do any foods remind you of someone? Chickenjoy reminds me of Achelle. Adobong pusit = Mama Tin. Crispy pata = Ate Jen. Lengua = Ate Ji and Gio Boy. KFC = Lolo. Chocopie = Tito Mike. Blue cheese = Kuya Allan. Sweet spaghetti = Nanay. Arroz Valenciana = Lola. Café Bola’s swamp = Ailene. Baked tahong = Tita Bee. Adobong tuyo = Chicka and her lola. Anything from Dulcinea = Kiddo. Chocolate rolls = Sheryll. Lansones = Jaime. Carbonara = Mrs. Sopocco (our gradeschool librarian, may she rest in peace.). Is there a food you refuse to eat? Dinuguan. What was your favorite food as a child? Lumpiang shanghai. Pancit bihon. Is there a food that you hated as a child but now love? Anything pusit. Is there a food that you loved as a child but now hate? I dunno, porkchop na ang pinakamalapit kong naiisip. Favorite fruit and vegetable: Mangosteen. Green mangoes. Santol. Duhat. Tomatoes. Kalabasa. Baguio beans. Kangkong. Eggplant. Favorite junk food: Planters’ white cheese balls. Microwave popcorn. Fishballs. Favorite between meal snack: Kahit anong nasa fridge or dining table. Uh-oh. Do you have any weird food habits: Spaghetting sinabawan ng sinigang. Sinigang and Cheez Whiz. Nilaga and Cheez Whiz. You’re on a diet. What food(s) do you fill up on? Oh my gulay. How spicy do you order Indian/Thai? I have really, really, really, really low tolerance for anything spicy so I always ask for the mildest. Hahaha, pointless to order Indian/Thai, I know. Can I get you a drink? Tokyo Tokyo's red iced tea. Red wine or white? Red. We only have beer: San Miguel Pale Pilsen. Itaas mo! Favorite dessert? Strawberries. Panna cotta. Brazo de mercedes. Sans rival. Cheesecake. Pistachio ice cream. Arce Dairy's or Selecta's quezo real. The perfect nightcap? KFC or Lucky Me cup noodles + kape sa Caltex Starmart Buendia!

ewan

2006-08-28T15:55:00.000+08:00

Kahapon lang ako nakabili ng tribute album sa APO. Yes, olats, I know. Okay naman. Hahaha. Wow, some review. Some people said it kind of disappointed and didn't meet expectations. 'Di naman masyado, for me at least. Every cover was alright. Yes, even Orange and Lemons', Barbie Almalbis' and Kitchie Nadal's. Haha. Every cover was fine but Imago's. What on earth was that?!? The intro was fine. Very bubblegumpop, but fine. Pero pagdating sa kanta mismo... ano yoooon??? Habang nakikinig ako, sinasabi ko sa utak ko, "May mali. May hindi tama talaga..." But I can't pinpoint what was so wrong with it. Especially with that vocals. It just didn't sound right. The upbeat, mala-disco na version didn't suit the song at all. As in. Parang pilit na pilit. Parang pang-noon time show na trying hard sa Channel 13. Basta, hindi talaga bagay. AS IN HINDI BAGAAAAAAY!!! Gargh. Something's really, really wrong. Really, very wrong. I dunno. Or maybe it's just me. (Hahaha, I've been holding this grudge since I watched her gyrating the set away during one of them Beatles Nights at 70s. Funny because I actually liked Imago back when the vocalist was still fat and and image seemed nothing at all to her and everything was all about the music.) Anyhoo, to each his own. (And I really don't feel like arguing with and gaining the wrath of the band's fans.) Maybe if I listen to their version over and over for one whole week I'll come to like it, too. Hahahaha. Mag-concentrate na lang tayo sa version ng Drip ng "Kabilugan ng Buwan." Inangkin ng Drip ang galing talaga wow wow wow I *heart* this group talaga. * * * O, paka-feeling muna tayo. From Tewe. (Tewe! At long at last matapos ang sampung photos, may na-scan na rin! Hahaha. Talagang 'di makapayag na walang celeb look-alike chuvalu eh 'no.) So dapat ganito itsura ko palagi para kamukha ko si Angelina Jolie, Audrey Tautou, Amy Weber (who I thought was Eva Longoria) and Christina Applegate. Naaaaaaaaaks. 'lul ka, Din. Magtrabaho ka na nga.

something to get you by today

2006-08-23T13:11:00.000+08:00

"Hirap umibig, hirap din umiyak. Hirap magmahal, hirap din masaktan. Hirap umasa, hirap din mabigo. Pero mas mahirap sa lahat maligo na walang tabo tapos pambuhos mo bote ng Yakult." --Big bro

Tangina mahirap talaga 'yon.

loving our own

2006-08-21T00:56:00.000+08:00

Because blood is thicker than free tickets to Rockestra, Friday night found me at Rizal Memorial Coliseum's media office crashing someone's birthday party because he wanted me to record their very first tugtog in front of a roomful of people: (Ipagpaumanhin ang may pagka-Blair Witch na quality ng videos.) Eh may choice ba naman ako? Ikaw na ang maging stage seester, na ginawa pang supposedly-very-first-and-number-one fan + roadie + cameraman. Tignan mo nga naman. Pero seriously, sana hindi ningas cogon 'tong bandang 'to. At 'di ko lang 'to sinasabi dahil ako si stage seester baby sis. 'Di man masyadong suwerte sa buhay pag-ibig (lately lang, I hope!), kung biniyayaan ka naman ng mapagmahal (at nagpapa-uto) na mga kaibigan at kapatid, okay na rin, diba?

hay buhay.

2006-08-18T18:45:00.000+08:00

Ay anak ka ng tokwa sawang-sawa na ‘ko sa kae-erase para lang magka-free space! Oo, napakatagal na ng pinagsamahan namin ni Pink Five. Marami na kaming napuntahan, marami na kaming napagdaanan. Si Pink Five nga lang yata ang constant at loyal sa buhay ko. Sabi nga ng APO, "sa lungkot at ligaya, hirap at ginhawa..." (Potcha ibig sabihin si Pink Five lang ang tunay na kaibigan ko dito sa mundong ibabaw.) Pero maski na! Ang sakit sa puso sa tuwing kelangan magbura ng isang buong album! Tulad ngayon! (Goodbye, Etta.) Wala eh, walang-wala na talaga akong choice. Anakangpatingnatinamaanngkulugo. Sa tuwing tinigtignan ko yung used / free space indicator sa baba ng iTunes napapa-self-pity ako. At hindi ko maiwasang isipin na ang saya-saya siguro ng mga iba d’yan na may 60 gig. Siguro nagca-cartwheel sila sa tuwa. Potcha 'di na normal 'to. Aaaaaaaaynako. Sinong may extra? Sinong mapagkawanggawa at nais mag-donate? Plis? Kahit may gasgas na, papatusin ko. 'Wag lang yung nasagasaan na ng taxi ha. (May kilala akong bright mind na pinasagasaan sa taxi yung iPod n'ya. Umaandar pa rin naman. Nawalang saysay nga lang yung pagka-iPod video n'ya. At least 'di naman s'ya bura ng bura ng kanta. Hmp.) At pramis Pink Five, kahit nagre-request na 'ko ng kapatid mo, hinding-hindi pa rin kita ilalaglag at pababayaan. 'Di ko ugali 'yon. (Oy oy oy may pinapatamaan ka ba?) Ayayay, napakababaw. Napakababaw ng concerns. Tsk. Eh.

Reef@Zambapalooza! ngayong gabi na!

2006-08-16T00:08:00.000+08:00

*Reposting lang from ph-surf.

The Manila Surfers' Association kicks off "Reef@Zambapalooza" on August 16th at Dish, ABS-CBN. (And dat's tonight!) 3-in-1 event! Parang kape pero mas okay! Party with bands Flood, Southern Grass and Reefer. Catch a fashion show featuring Reef, Eillim and Brown Belly. Participate in an on-going relief drive for the locals of San Narciso, Zambales. Please bring your donations (food, clothes and medicines) to Dish. Three sleeps later and its time to head to Crystal Beach in San Narciso, Zambales for Reef@Zambapalooza, scheduled for August 19-20, 2006. The two day surf comp and music festival features bands Cosmic Love, Reefer and Brownman Revival with a special fire performace by Planet Zips. Spread the word. Repost this on your multiply, friendster, myspace, and hi5 accounts. Blog about it. Text your friends. Whatever it takes to get the word out. The more people that we get to come and bring goods, the more help we'll be able to give to San Narciso. Registration for the upcoming competition (Aug 19-20) will also be on-going at Dish. Grab an MSA application form and a competitors form if you are interested in joining the competition. Only registered members of either MSA or ZSA are allowed to compete. Sign up, sign up! Brought to you by MSA, ZSA, Reef, San Miguel Beer and Victory Liner.

In other news, it's official, 2006 is the year of break-ups. Why, oh, why??? Depolpol. (Pahiram, Lester.)

kasi sabi sa 43things "finish ... and ..."

2006-08-03T20:55:00.000+08:00

Meron akong tatlong short stories na nakatengga. Nakatengga isang taon na. Anong gagawin ko kung ako mismo nakalimutan na kung anong gusto kong tumbukin sa mga kuwentong yun? ??? ??? ????????? Waaaaah. I need inspiration. Ang problema inspired lang ako kapag depressed ako. Yehey.

meet the Bangs

2006-07-29T23:53:00.000+08:00

At dahil minsan ko lang siguro gagawin‘to sa buhay ko, ikinagagalak kong ipakilala sa inyo ang bago kong partner: The Bangs. An officemate said that while other girls have been trying to outgrow the dreaded Bangs that our moms forced us to sport as little girls, here I am getting the Bangs back into my life once again. Eh ilang beses ko na ba sasabihin? I am not other girls. Yes, hence the Bangs. Seriously, it seemed such a great idea. Until everyone’s reactions and comments. Merong parang gustong himatayin (Mama Tek), may nagustuhan (Jaime), may napa-kamot-ulo (Daddy), may nag-isip-muna-kung-sinong-nakita-n'ya sabay natawa (Big Bro), may parang hindi maka-recover, may parang hindi nila maintindihan kung anong nangyari. Overall, sabi nila bagay daw pero... ang daming pero: Lalo daw akong nagmukhang bata. Mukhang highschool. Mukhang thirteen. Mukhang gradeschool. Patay, paano na lang pag magkasama kayo ni... Waaaaah, tama na! Pag may nagsabing mukha akong kinder sasapukin ko na. Honestly, naa-amuse at natatawa lang naman talaga 'ko sa reaksyon ng mga tao. But then, it's embarrassing at the same time. If only I'd known! Alin bang shampoo na "for slow-growing hair" ang pinakamabisa? Meanwhile, magpapaka-hermit na lang muna ako. Pero para hindi naman masabing kill-joy ako: Now I feel like I'm Emily the Strange's long lost ate. Let me be known as Dindin the Stranger from this day forward. On the brighter side, sabi ng isang officemate, may alias na daw ako pag naging kriminal ako. O s'ya, tama na ang pagiging self-conscious. Pwe.

kuwentong (exterior) happiness

2006-07-29T22:46:00.000+08:00

Medyo nawala ako sa wisyo pagkatapos ng World Cup. Ewan, 'di naman ako addict. Simpleng supporter lang. Hindi ako nagsa-stats. Nanonood lang talaga 'ko. Habang nagwi-wish na sana may team tayo doon at iniisip kung makikita ko ba sa lifetime na 'to ang Pilipinas na makasali sa pinakamasayang sporting event sa buong mundo. : : : Alam mo yung pakiramdam na may nakita kang sapatos tapos na-love at first sight ka dito tapos naisip mo na matagal-tagal na rin mula noong huli kang bumili ng decent na sapatos so eto na, ready ka nang mag-splurge ng konti lang tapos sabay wala pala silang size mo? Nakakaiyak. Pero alam mo rin ba yung pakiramdam na may nakita kang tsinelas tapos na-love at first sight ka dito tapos sigurado ka sa sarili mo na “oo, gusto ko talaga ‘to, mahal ko na s’ya agad,” so eto na, ready ka nang gumastos ng wala sa oras tapos sabay hindi pala ino-honor sa tindahan na ‘yun credit card mo so labas ka, hanap ng ATM, withdraw tapos pagbalik mo ng tindahan wala na yung tsinelas mo? At oo, hindi mo napa-hold sa salestaff yung future tsinelas mo sana. Mas lalong nakakaiyak. Kaya isipin mo na lang yung happiness kung matapos ang ilang buwang paghahanap sa ibang mga tindahan, sa ibang mga malls, eh sa dalawang magkasunod na araw ay mapasa-iyo sa wakas itong dalawang bagay na nagbigay sa 'yo ng sakit ng ulo--at panghihinayang. Muli, sinong nagsabing hindi sa materyal na bagay makukuha ang happiness? Hihihihi. O, teka lang, 'wag maging judgmental agad. Loko lang eh. Kayo naman. (At mababaw na kung sa mababaw pero ganun na lang ang pagka-amuse ko kaya sinusulat ko 'tong pangyayari na 'to dito. Sabi nga ni Ruthie kahapon, "Matagal-tagal ring pinagkait yang Cherry na 'yan kay Dindin.") : : : At, kung sino mang mapadaan dito at mabasa itong entry na 'to, manood kayo ng "Sukob." Must-see talaga. Ang sakit sa dibdib. Parang roller coaster ride. Ang sayaaaaa. The once queen of massacre movies is an effective scary movie actress. May theory kami ni Mama Tek na hindi sinasabi ni Chito Roño kay Kris Aquino kung kailan yung mga eksaktong oras may lalabas na multo hence Kris Aquino’s very believable acting. Ganito rin si Kris Aquino sa “Feng Shui,” ang galing. At oo, pinanood ko rin ang "Feng Shui", sa sinehan. Kaya naman jologs na jologs na ang nanay ko sa 'kin. But no, I’m not a closet Kris Aquino fan. Claudine (pronounced “klaw-deen”) pa.

isang malalim na buntong-hininga.

2006-07-02T18:11:00.000+08:00

See you in 2010, boys. Singhoooooooooooooooooooooooot. Yun lang. Yun lang ang masasabi ko. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

sagot kayo, sagot kita.

2006-06-29T01:08:00.000+08:00

Halina't magpunta dito! Wala nang tanong-tanong! Just click on da link! My gewdness. Tsk. Ang saya.

chopsuey.

2006-06-26T23:25:00.000+08:00

Kaninang umaga paglabas ko ng gate namin papuntang office narinig ko na naman si Lola, "Ton, bakit kasi hindi mo na lang ipadala 'tong isang Sentra sa anak mo?" Two weeks running na 'yan. Yay! Go, Lola! - - = o = - - Sooooobrang gusto ko mag-surf. As in. As. In. Dying. To. Go. Surfing. As in naiiyak na 'ko. As in hindi na 'ko makahinga sa sobrang frustration. Hayayay. Pramis minsan ka-carnap-in ko yung isang kotse ng tatay ko tapos pupunta akong Zambales. O La Union. Hrrrrr. - - = o = - - How this guy and I are always stumbling upon each other really amuses me. It's just so funny how we've been reading each other's blogs, how we have common friends/acquaintances, how we're moving around in the same metropolis, how we've bumped into each other (I approached him at the GK-Selecta Badminton Tournament awarding ceremonies and asked if he can have our picture taken! Because he's seemed to be the nicest and most accomodating guy around! Hindi mo alam 'yun 'no?) and never realized that we did until several days later. And we've never ever been introduced! It totally weirds me out and at the same time never fails to make me laugh. I just wanna say that regardless of this hilarious post and that blush- and grin-inducing comment here, Moks, you really make my day. Classic ka talaga. Iku-kuwento kita sa mga apo ko. Hahaha. :-) Ah, si Alexa nga pala yung naka-glasses. *Wink! Wink!* - - = o = - - Germany has probably the most good-looking coach there is! Er, in this year's World Cup at least. And I'm not even rooting for Germany! (I never root for the host country. Not even when it's my own. Host country equals hometown decision. Yes, I know it's a rather unfair presumption.) Some petty observations after going through thousands of World Cup photos today: :: Argentina's players all look the same. At hindi mga guwapo. (Except for Javier Saviola.) At majority sa kanila kulot. Dahil ba kay Diego Maradona??? :: Italy and Australia have the most number of pogi players. At least according to my taste. :: Australia's look more like surferdudes than futbolers. :: Brasilian players aren't really guwapo by definition but they are all hotness personified. I'd choose them over any team anytime. :: Ronaldinho strongly resembles one of my cousins. My cousin has really nice teeth though. But I heart Ronaldinho just the same. Hay, true love na ito. :: Romeo Beckham looks like Posh Spice while Brooklyn looks like... I dunno. Doesn't really look like his dad, does he? Hmmm... Uh-oh. :: I like Wayne Rooney's girlfriend. Normal s'yang tignan. :: On second thought, normal lahat ng tao tignan next to Posh Spice. (To be continued. Mahaba pa ang World Cup.)

post-bersdey... take two.

2006-06-24T14:53:00.000+08:00

Anak ng tofu. 'Yan. 'Yan na lang ang masasabi ko matapos mawala parang bula ang post-bersdey post. Hay. Blogger, oh blogger, what da hell is wrong with you??? Hrrrrr. Paano 'yan, eh nakuwento ko na eh. Ikukuwento ko na naman ulit? Photos na lang: Ops, bago may mag-react o magtampo, may kuwento muna ako: Weeks ago, biglang nagka-brilliant idea yung isa d'yan na bakit hindi daw kami mag-Beatles Night sa bahay. (Oo, ang kyut-kyut n'ya, ni-volunteer n'ya bahay namin palibhasa sa malayong lupalop s'ya nakatira.) Tapos that same day na naisip n'ya yun, pumunta kami sa bahay nung isa pa d'yan, tambay, tugtog, inaliw namin yung maybahay, tapos na-bring up na naman yung bright suggestion nung isa. Eh di "O sige, kelan?" "Eh di sa birthday ni Din." Siyempre sino ba namang tatanggi at hindi mae-excite sa Beatles Night? "Pero sa bahay namin? Sa birthday ko???" Nyiii. So isip, isip, isip. Isip, isip, isip pa rin hanggang sa mga sumunod na araw, linggo, hanggang sa... nyiiii ulit! Birthday ko na palaaa! At tulad nga ng sinabi ko sa nawalang-parang-bula-na-post-bersdey-post-hrrrrr, ako na yata ang pinakawalang-kuwentang celebrator at host na makikilala mo. Zero birthday-girl skills whatsoever. Tapos may ugali pa 'kong last minute magde-decide na, "Sige na nga." (Much to the frustration of my mom.) Ewan ko, hindi ko rin alam kung bakit ako ganito. Siguro kasi mahiyain ako. (Oo! Totoo! Mukha lang hinde.) Tapos as in hindi ako party person. Tapos nag-aalala ako na baka hindi naman mag-enjoy kung sino mang makiki-bersdey lamon/toma. Ewan, bakit dami kong hangups pag birthday ko! At wala 'yong kinalaman sa pagtanda! Going back, ayun nga, buti na lang ever ready itong mga taong 'to kahit may kanya-kanya pang trabaho at dates (ihihihi)--may isa pa nga d'yan na parang s'ya ang nag-birthday leave. At buti na lang tanggap nilang magulo akong kausap sa araw na 'yon. At buti na lang nakakarga na ang amp sa sasakyan, at may isang paperbag na songhits / chordbooks nang baon. At buti na lang nag-give up na ang mga magulang ko na last minute talaga ang anak nila sa mga ganitong bagay. Kaya ayun, Wednesday night, text text, takbo sa tindahan, takbo sa Market! Market!, text text ulit, tapos *tadaaaan!* hapi na bersdey pa. So ayun, iniisip ko na siguro kaya hindi rin maipinta yung mood ko nung araw na 'yun eh dahil first birthday ito in six (or seven?) years na wala si... alam naman nating lahat kung sino. Siguro kasi nakasanayan nang andyan, tapos biglang *poof!*, wala na. Oo, sanay ka na sa araw-araw pero iba pala kapag may importante o malaking okasyon. Nakakapanibago lang. Kaya nga laking pasalamat ko at nandito itong mga taong ito. (O nagiging corny na naman ako.) At sa mga nakaalala rin, salamat, salamat. Isang malaking [HUUUUUG!] sa bawat isa sa inyo.

on this day

2006-06-21T00:15:00.000+08:00

Wala, walang kinalaman sa akin at all. Lagi lang akong nacu-curious kung ano bang mga historical na nangyari sa araw na June 21 sa iba't ibang panahon sa iba't ibang parte ng mundo. So sa tulong ng Wikipedia (na dati akala ko'y isang malaking joke dahil kung anu-ano na lang ang makikita mo dito), napag-alaman kong: (Note: Sorry kinopy-paste ko lang, iniiwasan ko nang maging napakamabusisi sa mga walang kapararakang bagay.) Nung... 524 - Godomar, King of the Burgundians defeats the Franks at the Battle of Vezerone. 1621 - An execution of 27 Czech lords on the Old Town Square in Prague as a consequence of the battle on the "White Mountain." 1734 - In Montreal in New France (today primarily Quebec), a black slave known by the French name of Marie-Joseph Angélique was tortured and hanged by the French authorities in a public ceremony that involved her disgrace and the amputation of a hand. 1749 - Halifax, Nova Scotia, founded. 1788 - New Hampshire ratifies the Constitution and is thus admitted as the 9th state in the United States. 1798 - Irish Rebellion of 1798: The British Army defeats Irish rebels at Battle of Vinegar Hill. 1813 - Laura Secord sets out to warn British forces of an impending U.S. attack on Queenston, Ontario. 1824 - Greek War of Independence: Egyptian forces capture Psara in the Aegean Sea. 1826 - Maniots defeat Egyptians under Ibrahim Pasha in the Battle of Vergas. 1854 - First Victoria Cross won during bombardment of Bomarsund in the Aland Islands. 1859 - Italian Independence wars: Battle of Solférino is fought. Witnessed by Henri Dunant, the results were the Geneva Conventions and the Red Cross. 1864 - Maori Wars: The Tauranga Campaign ends. 1877 - The Molly Maguires, ten Irish immigrants who were labor activists, are hanged in the Carbon County, Pennsylvania Prison. 1887 - Queen Victoria's golden jubilee. 1898 - Guam becomes a U.S. territory. 1919 - Royal Canadian Mounted Police fire a volley into a crowd of unemployed war veterans, killing two, during the Winnipeg General Strike. 1919 - Admiral Ludwig von Reuter scuttles the German fleet in Scapa Flow, Orkney. The nine sailors killed were the last casualties of the First World War. 1932 - After heavyweight boxer Max Schmeling lost a title fight by decision to Jack Sharkey, Schmeling's manager, Joe Jacobs, exclaimed, ''We was robbed!'' 1939 - The New York Yankees U.S. baseball team announce Lou Gehrig's retirement. 1940 - World War II: France surrenders to Germany. 1940 - First successful west-to-east navigation of Northwest Passage begins at Vancouver, British Columbia. 1945 - World War II: Battle of Okinawa ends. 1947 - A seaman named Harold Dahl claims to have seen six UFOs near Maury Island, United States. The next morning Dahl reported the first modern Men in Black encounter. 1957 - Ellen Louks Fairclough sworn in as Canada's first woman Cabinet Minister 1964 - Three civil rights workers, Andrew Goodman, James Chaney and Mickey Schwerner, are murdered in Neshoba County, Mississippi, United States, by members of the Ku Klux Klan. 1965 - Folk rock band The Byrds releases their highly influential debut album Mr. Tambourine Man. 1973 – The Supreme Court of the United States rules that states may ban materials found to be obscene according to local standards. 1982 - John Hinckley is found not guilty by reason of insanity for the attempted assassination of U.S. President Ronald Reagan. 1982 - Fête de la Musique street music festival inaugurated in France by Jack Lang. 1985 - Scientists announced that skeletal remains exhumed in Brazil were those of Nazi war criminal Josef Mengele. 1989 - The U.S. Supreme Court rules that burning the American flag as a form of political protest is protected by the First Amendment. 1997 - French musician Jean Michel Jarre's "Oxygene Tour" concert in Spodek (Katowice, Poland) for deaf and poorly hearing children of Europe. 1999 - First iBook introduced by Apple Computer. 2001 - Jeff Skilling (Former Enron CEO) is hit in the face with a pie during a visit to California. 2003 - Deputy Justice Fazel Ahmed Manawi of the Afghan Supreme Court announces that Aftab editor Sayed Madawi and his deputy Ali Payam Sestani will be tried for "libeling Islam." 2004 - SpaceShipOne becomes the first privately funded spaceplane to achieve spaceflight. 2005 - Donald Tsang Yam Kuen is appointed by the People's Republic of China to take over from Tung Chee Hwa as the Chief Executive of the Hong Kong Special Administrative Region. At eto pa, mga ino-observe at/o sini-celebrate ng mundo sa araw na 'to bukod sa bersdey ko: Summer solstice (Northern Hemisphere) and Winter solstice (Southern Hemisphere) Astrology: First day of sun sign Cancer --> So Cancer nga talaga 'ko. National Aboriginal Day in Canada (starting in 1996) Midsummer – Neopagan festival – Litha National Day of Greenland Fête de la Musique in France, Belgium and Switzerland. --> At shempre alam naman nating lahat 'to. Ang totoo n'yan, masyadong natuwa ang mga Pranses nang pinanganak ako. Shaun Goater Day in Bermuda Go Skateboarding Day International Surfing Day --> O dibs! San ka pa? Pramis hindi imbento 'to. Muntik na nga akong mahulog sa upuan ko eh. What can be more nakakakilig than finding out that your birthday coincides with this day??? Hihihihihi! Hay talagang surfing and Dindin are meant to be. Ahahahaha. So ayan. Yun lang. Gusto ko lang i-share. Malay ba natin magamit pa natin 'to pag naging contestant ang isa sa 'tin sa "Game k n b?" o "Laban o bawi" o "Pinoy henyo"? Huh. Oo na.

wednesday's wishlist

2006-06-17T23:08:00.000+08:00

Will be turning twenty*COUGH*six*COUGH* in three days (gasp!) hence, it's time to roll out The Wishlist 2006: ♥ A small electric drill. (Oo, as in yung Black and Decker electric drill.) ♥ A two-week surfing break in La Union. ♥ Or a one-way ticket to Siargao. (As in oo, hindi na 'ko babalik.) Whichever is cheaper. ♥ Lots of love, love, love. ♥ A $500 shopping spree at Beckersurf or Amazon. ♥ Or a P10,000 shopping spree at Surfworld and Stoked. ♥ A digital SLR. Kahit slightly-used, basta in excellent condition. ♥ Still, an underwater housing for the current camera. (Because it's still sooo expensive and I still can't afford it.) ♥ A nice water-resistant, ocean- and surf-friendly watch. (Like this. Or this.) ♥ "Pangtanan" bag. Dahil napupunit na yung ginagamit ko ngayon. ♥ This leash just because it's, you know, piiiiiiiink. ♥ Tuition fee para maituloy ko naman ang nasimulang drum classes. ♥ External DVD writer. ♥ Isang malupit na notebook katulad nito. ♥ Dibidi dibidi ng Endless Summer I and II. ♥ As always, WORLD PEACE. This wishlist's contents are not written according to order or level of importance. Feel free to give a couple or more of the above-mentioned items if you want. Sino ba naman ako para tumanggi, di ba? Maraming salamat in advance. Mahal ko kayo. Talaga.

masayang wala lang post

2006-06-03T14:05:00.000+08:00

[Ehem.] Hm... Hmmmm... Hmmmmmmmm... Pag masaya 'ko, hindi talaga gumagana ng matino ang utak ko. Mas maayos ako mag-isip kapag malungkot at suicidal na. Sana... ops, careful what I wish for. Ayun, wala lang. (Kaya nga "masayang wala lang post" eh.) Gusto ko lang i-share na masaya 'ko. Uy bihira 'ko 'tong gawin ha. Hahaha. Ano ba. Ang gulo ko ah. Yiiiii, giddy. Hindi ah. Sige, deny pa. Suuus. Kasi may isang taong kailangan ilabas ng ilabas, aliwin, kahit papaano pasayahin. At dahil mahal na mahal ng mga kaibigan n'ya itong tao na 'to, shempre ano bang hindi nila gagawin para sa kanya? Napansin ko na lately, lagi yatang odd mix yung mga grupong nabubuo namin o nasasamahan ko. Pero ang saya. Alam mo yun, yung para kayong isang bag na pinaghalu-halong green peas, kasoy na maalat, sugar-coated na mani, pasas na tuyot na tuyot na medyo maasim na, pero kayo yung pinakamabenta sa supermarket. Panalo. Ganun. O siguro nga, matagal ko lang talaga binuro yung sarili ko. Tapos nagkaka-epiphany ako ngayon. Hahaha. May bago na 'kong favorite place bukod dun sa Shell at Starbucks malapit sa bahay. Yung Star Mart sa kanto ng Buendia at Chino Roces. Sabi nung isa, ibang-iba daw ako, 'di daw ako uptight. Waaaaaaw! Uptight pala 'ko??? Nyiiii. Hahaha. Nakakahiya. Para na siguro akong si Conan the Librarian kung ganon. Yung isa naman sabi nakikita ko na daw sila ngayon. Nyaaaaaaaah! Na naman, nakakahiya. Sorry. Sorry. Walang biro, sorry talaga. Yung isa alam ko may malaking tampo sa 'kin kasi lagi s'yang naka-invi mode. Hindi na ngayon. :-)

eight things

2006-06-01T01:58:00.000+08:00

Tagged by Mela. Once you've been tagged, you have to write 8 facts/things/habits about yourself, saying who tagged you. In the end you need to choose the 6 people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs. 1. I hate Makati. And to think I’ve been living here my whole life. I’d rather be from QC. Or Ermita. Or even Parañaque. Okay, maybe it’s not really Makati that I hate. But the pretentious, worldly and affected young people that thrive in it. Go away, kids, go away. 2. I wish on the first star I see every night. Yes, as in, “Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight...” Every. Single. Night. The weirdest thing is that 80 percent of what I wish on stars come true. 3. I can’t leave the house without checking on Amber and nuzzling her. Oo, feeling ko talaga anak ko s’ya. And it gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling watching her sleep. 4. Wala akong passport. 12 years na ‘tong expired. At tinatamad akong magpa-renew. 5. Peborit kong mangapitbahay o kaya naman kahit sumilip lang sa bahay ng may bahay. Gustong-gusto ko makita kung anong nasa loob, nasa kusina, nasa ref (hehehe), nasa mga kuwarto. Gustong-gusto ko tignan kung paano nila inaayos mga gamit at furnitures nila. Gustong-gusto ko yung maliliit na bahay. Lalo na kung luma, o hindi kagandahan, o kung sira-sira. Sana walang mag-isip na akyat-bahay ako. Natutuwa lang talaga ako, yun lang. 6. I can’t live without caffeine. Literally. Kaya hindi ako nagkakape para lang magmukha akong astig at makita ng mga tao na may pambili ako. 7. I subject myself to retail therapy now and again. So what if it’ll make my going away longer. I’m not in a rush to leave, not yet anyway. Besides, it’s only money. Hindi ko naman masusuot ‘yang 1,000-peso bill na ‘yan. Hindi ko naman mapapang-surf ‘yan. Hindi ko naman mapapampasok ‘yan. Saka paano kung mamatay na ‘ko bukas? 8. See those people on the left? I check their blogs almost every day. And if they don’t update, I robotically go through the blogs of those on their list. Yes, I can be that bored. Or procrastinating. And I'm tagging Ailene, Achelle, Anna, Ruthie, Alex and Kat.

someone's missing someone

2006-05-30T17:35:00.000+08:00

Destiny - Zero 7 I lie awake I’ve gone to ground I’m watching porn In my hotel dressing gown Now I dream of you But I still believe There’s only enough for one in this Lonely hotel suite The journey’s long And it feels so bad I’m thinking back to the last day we had Old moon fades into the new Soon I know I’ll be back with you I’m nearly with you I’m nearly with you When I’m weak I draw strength from you And when you’re lost I know how to change your mood And when I’m down you breathe life over me Even though we’re miles apart we are each other’s destiny On a clear day I’ll fly home to you I’m bending time getting back to you Old moon fades into the new Soon I know I’ll be back with you I’m nearly with you I’m nearly with you When I’m weak I draw strength from you And when you’re lost I know how to change your mood And when I’m down you breathe life over me Even though we’re miles apart we are each other’s destiny When I’m weak I draw strength from you And when you’re lost I know how to change your mood And when I’m down you breathe life over me Even though we’re miles apart we are each other’s destiny I’ll fly, I’ll fly home I’ll fly home and I’ll fly home

On a clear day I'll fly home to you. If there's still someone to come home to, that is.

for reals

2006-05-27T00:48:00.000+08:00

Panalo: The Simpsons for reals! Everyone's favorite TV family in the flesh. How much more astig can you get? Yeah, yeah, I know this intro is probably more than two months old already. Eh ngayon ko lang nakita, bakit ba? Oo na! Olats ka, Din! Olats ka! Kebs. (You Tube, ano na lang mangyayari sa buhay ko kung 'di kita nakilala?) At salamat at hindi nila ginawang dilaw yung balat nung actors, pati buhok ni Marge normal. Feeling ko hindi na masaya kung kinopya nila pati mga itsura, OA na. Feeling ko lang naman yun. Ano ba naman ang feelings ko? Lisa reminded me immediately of Pia-tot, my four-year-old pamangkin who's as moody as she is kulot. (Yessss, rhyming!) O s'ya tama na, time for bed! (Kailangan ko na talaga ng bagong kama!) Zzzz...ngork!

high on wi-fi

2006-05-26T14:08:00.000+08:00

Wi-Fi is the shiznit! My ever techie father decided to get wireless Internet at home. His good reason being so that everyone can easily get in touch with everyone that's out of the country (most especially with Tinong and Tita Vicky who are in LA; Tita Glen, Uncle Nonong and the three boys in Toronto; Tito Deo in KSA) anytime they want/need. Charing. Eh ano kayang ginagawa ng text? Na-sales talk ko yata s'ya nung sinabi kong puwede s'yang mag-Internet kahit nagdidilig ng halaman sa labas. Kinikilig ako! Ang saya-saya! Internet anytime, anywhere! Well, not exactly anywhere. 'Di ko naman pinangarap isama kayo habang jumejebs. Nyi. I think the last time we had postpaid Internet at home was way back in high school. At 'di pa naiisip ng mga tao noon na puwede ang DSL--ano pa kaya ang wireless--sa bahay. After a year, my mom had it disconnected. I can't remember why. But I can assure everyone it has nothing to do with the keywords "porn," "erotica" or "adult." (Uh-oh, lalabas kaya sa hits itong blog na 'to pag may nagsearch sa isa sa mga words na 'yan???) Since then, prepaid Internet was the way to go. Hala, download to death na naman tayo nito. Magre-resign na lang ako. Dito na lang ako sa bahay magta-trabaho. Hahaha. Uy loko lang. Hi Opis! Ü Sabi na nga ba at sa materyal na bagay lang makakakuha ng happiness.

pahinga

2006-05-24T17:32:00.000+08:00

One must know when to practice healthy tolerance for realities, when to raise appropriate objections, and when to move ahead. If in the struggle for change, one’s parts that make one stronger begin to wither away, then take cover and be restored. For it is not easy to have to be strong all the time. No one is effortlessly strong. One takes excruciating pains to stay on one’s feet in battle, and receiving life’s blows can wear one out. One must learn to rest.

Text ni Beatrix sometime last month. Minsan tamad ako magbasa ng texts. Lalo na kung mga forwarded lang. At lalo na kung forwarded na nga lang, isang dipa pa sa haba. At aaminin ko, sa sobrang katamaran, itong text na 'to, dalawang araw yata bago ko s'ya binalikan para basahin talaga. Nakakatawang nakakaiyak. Parang nagka-epiphany ako. Pucha. Ang sarap sigurong magpahinga. Yung pahinga na ikaw lang, walang kahit ano, walang ibang tao na makaka-influence o makakaistorbo sa thoughts mo. Yung pahinga na bawal ang cell phone, bawal ang emails, bawal ang Friendster, bawal ang magbasa ng blog ng may blog kasi ayaw mong problemahin ang mga problema ng ibang tao. Yung pahinga na puwede kang magngangawa at maglulupasay nang hindi ka nag-aalala na pagpasok mo kinabukasan, namumugto mata mo at ayaw mong humarap sa officemates mo at makikita nilang galing ka sa iyak. Yung pahinga na puwede kang matulog ng tuloy-tuloy for 72 hours at paggising mo okay na ang lahat sa mundo. Or at the very least, okay na ang buhay mo, nasolusyunan na lahat ng problema mo. Gusto ko ng ganung pahinga.

seryoso naman

2006-05-22T13:10:00.000+08:00

Have you ever seen someone in prayer and immediately felt so light and peaceful yourself? It’s not everyday that I see something like this and I just found it so fascinating that I froze on this swing I was sitting on and just couldn't take my eyes off him. It felt so rude spying on him, it felt so disrespectful taking a picture of someone in a very private moment, secretly observing him as he prayed but it was just too beautiful a sight to leave. Him silently kneeling on his mat with eyes closed and facing the afternoon sun, the sun's rays shining back gently on his arms and hands turning it's color into a glistening brown, it felt so surreal and solemn a moment that everything seemed to slow down and go into a hush, as if to give regard to this man. It was such an admirable show of faith. Nothing too preachy about it. Walang show off, walang yabang. Ganun lang talaga. Napakasimple. Napakatahimik. Everything's just between him and his Allah. Walang ibang kasali. Simpleng-simple. Naisip ko tuloy, sana tayong lahat ganun rin, tulad sa kanya. Simple lang. Walang ingay. Walang kahit ano. Napakasimple, pero wala nang ibang gaganda pa.

layas

2006-05-17T14:28:00.000+08:00

Tongek. Ako yun. I was working on this post which I stored on Pink 5 which I accidentally transferred to the PC at home when I was transferring files last night.

= ooo =

Sunday morning found me on my way to some resort in Taytay, Rizal with five others from the office. For some reason, I can’t make up my mind whether to go with them or not and when I finally decided to just stay home that Sunday because (1) it’s Mother’s Day, (2) I haven't asked permission from the 'rents that I'm going out that Sunday, (3) I woke up late, (4) it’s been raining like mad thanks to Caloy, (5) tinatamad lang ako for no reason at all (hehehe) and told Alex that I’ll just have pass this time, Ruth calls to tell me that they’re on their way to my house and orders me to pack my stuff and get dressed. I really have to hand it to this girl. Kebs n’ya kung may muta ka pa, bagong gising at ‘di pa naliligo. Kahit si Daddy at si Mommy mukhang na-pressure n’ya na pasamahin ako. At buti na lang nama-manipulate ako ni Ruthie. (Not that I'm very hard to sway, just mention the words "beach," "pool," "swimming," or "sun," obviously.) Outside our cabana with the mandatory Kimchi-pose and the pool which made me question my real height. (Photos c/o Alex) What started out to be like a grand opis excursion of sorts came down to six people who seemed desperate for a swim--huling hirit sa tag-init. Survey, survey pala ha. Haha. And then there were six. Ü (And this picture looks so '80s. Kailangan talaga nakahawak sa gilid ng pool.) We had no reservations and the resort's cabanas were all either occupied or reserved. Screw company outings and reunions! Added to that, the very smart person at the resort's ticket booth didn't even bother to tell us that there weren't any more vacant cabanas. Good thing another staff pointed out this obscure, still unoccupied cabana not far from one of the bigger pools. Medyo mukha kaming kawawa pero sa amin na yung "shelter" na yun, so ayos na. The day turned out to be so much fun--and hassle-free--anyway. Tatlong bagay lang naman ang kailangan mong gawin pag summer: mag-swim, kumain at mag-tong-its. Ay, saka magpaka-camwhore. So apat pala yun. Not counting going to gigs, first time ko 'tong Sunday makasama sila nang wala sa Manila at malayo sa office. (Well, those trips to Paete, Angono and Baguio with Ruthie were all for work.) And I have to say, ang saya! We were probably an odd mix but it was a fun and crazy one as well. And I say this with all my heart! Walang halong bola, promise. It's just that I was always hesitant to form bonds with the people I work with, pointing out that I'm very much happy with my set of friends outside the office and that I'd rather not be part of all the office intrigahan and tsismisan and kampihan that, I noticed, comes with having friends in the office. Now I sort of regret not going out and spending time with these people more often. O s'ya, tama na, ang corny-corny ko na.

= ooo =

Pahabol sa sulat: found this one last week while killing time. Interesting. That explains the hordes of sunbathers the world over, skin cancer or not. So that explains, too, why I probably still haven't resorted to any other harmful thing this past few months. Hahaha.

ewck.

2006-05-09T16:33:00.000+08:00

I don't think I ever got around sharing this pic:

(Click for larger image.)

I totally forgot about this! (Magshi-share na lang kasi ng kalokohan ang tamad-tamad pa!) Dug it up the other day while going through folders upon folders of photos. Kadiri 'no? (The letter on the picture, I mean.) I swear. And this is one of the things I miss about working for my former section. Getting loads of hilarious/bizarre/scary/perverse letters. I remember almost falling off my seat from laughing when I first read the letter above and reading it aloud to my officemates then wanting so bad to strangle the one who sent it. Ewww. Ewww. Ewww. It conjures up images of a fat, balding, smelly, old man with yellowing finger- and toenails who sputters while he talks. Ewww. Ewww. Ewww.

for sale:

2006-04-28T14:04:00.000+08:00

♥ Voodoo Dolls bikini top. Size 12. P1,500. ♥ (Just leave a note here or text 0917-532-0621 if you're interested. Ü)

bawi

2006-04-12T17:38:00.000+08:00

Medyo hindi ko nakayanan pagka-quizwhore ko kahapon. . . . Ah hindi lang medyo. Hindi ko kinaya ng maige. Kadiri, kadiri, kadiri. Nakakaumay. Naumay ka 'no? Hahaha. Eh alangan namang ipagdi-delete ko? Ayoko nga. Sumakit rin ulo ko kasasagot sa mga yun. Parang Pringles ang online quizzes eh: "Once you pop, you can't stop." Hmmm, teka, Pringles nga ba? O baka iba? O teka, let's not get there. Nung Monday nag-grocery ako sa Market Market. Sabi kasi ni Ruthie mas mura daw dun kaysa dito sa supermarket na malapit sa office at sa Rockwell. (Pero parang hindi. Ruthie!) So ayun, nagpa-bully ako kay Ruth. Para ng cab. "Manong, sa Market Market po." Tumango lang si Manong. Naks, silent type. Sakay. Pagdating namin ng Jupiter ang traffic na. Nakakainip, naglista na lang ako ng igo-grocery para organized-kuno at hindi kung anu-ano ang madampot ko. May 15 minutes na rin siguro ako sa taxi. Or 20? Hindi ako sigurado pero alam kong matagal na 'kong nakasakay. Ang traffic pa rin, hindi gumagalaw yung cab, hindi rin umiimik yung driver, nakikinig lang s'ya sa AM. Tumingala ako mula sa sinusulat ko at nakita ko 'to: Nakasabit sa rear view mirror ng taxi. Financer? (Oo, wrong spelling, wrong.) Yamashita treasure? Yamashita? Meron pa palang pumapansin sa Yamashita treasure? 2006 na ngayon diba? Kinabahan ako, inisip ko baka na-time warp ako ng taxi at bumalik sa '80s. Tinitigan ko talaga yung ad. "Financ(i)er? Yamashita treasure???" Shempre 'di agad nag-sink in sa 'kin na para sa ngayong panahon itong ad na 'to kasi may mobile number na nakasulat. Matapos mahimasmasan, tinitigan ko si Manong Driver. Baka kasi may kakaiba sa itsura n'ya. Baka mukha s'yang lumang tao at ma-confirm ko nga na isang time warp yung cab na nasakyan ko. Pasimple ko lang s'yang tinitignan para 'di s'ya ma-conscious, shempre. At ayoko ring mahalata n'ya na nakatitig lang ako sa kanya at sa nakasabit sa rear view mirror n'ya. Baka mamaya titigan n'ya rin ako. O lunukin ng buo. O pababain ng taxi. Ang hirap kayang pumara ulit ng taxi sa Jupiter kapag rush hour. So ayun, kating-kati ako ma-picture-an yung ad. Pero 'di ko dala yung camera ko. (At gusto ko ulit batukan yung sarili ko at naaalala ko ito.) At olats yung zoom ng camera ng telepono ko. Hrrrr. What to do? What to do? Uh-oh, Market Market na! Malapit na 'kong bumaba. Hindi ko pa rin napipitikan yung ad. Naiiyak na 'ko. Teka, alam ko na. "Manong, puwedeng kunan ko lang po 'yang nakasabit sa salamin n'yo?" "Sige." *click.* "Salamat po, Manong! Ingat po kayo!" "Sige." Sinong naglagay nung ad na 'yun sa taxi n'ya? O kanyang ad ba 'yun? Kanino yung cell number? Sa kanya ba? Seryoso ba yung ad na 'yun? Gusto ko pang tanungin si Manong pero hindi ko na kinapalan mukha ko. Siguro kung may kasama lang ako, para at least may witness ako sakaling naging si Apo Abukay si Manong at nilunok ako ng buo.

screw online quizzes!

2006-04-11T21:31:00.000+08:00

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Mute Astrologer. Where You Lived: South Africa. How You Died: Buried alive.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

Last na 'to. Pramis.

Your Theme Song is Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd

"There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ship?s smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves." You haven't been feeling a lot lately, and you think that's a good thing. The comfortable part is nice... but you should really work on numb.

What's Your Theme Song?

and on undies

2006-04-11T20:29:00.000+08:00

What Your Underwear Says About You

It's important that your underwear doesn't offend anyone - in case you get in a car accident. You're sexy, in that pinup girl, tease sort of way.

The Underwear Oracle

And that's why I always wear nice undies when I go out of the house. Paano kung lumindol tapos gumuho yung building namin? Eh fourth floor kami, 'di kami yung unang-unang makikita ng rescuers? Shempre punit-punit na yung mga damit namin. Eh paano kung butas panty mo? Wa poise, man. Wa poise.

Your Lucky Underwear is Yellow

You're an extremely happy, laid back, fun soul. And your lucky yellow underwear can help you get even more out of life. In life, you rather play than work. You're apt to quit any task that doesn't nourish your creativity and inner child. Sometimes your drive for freedom hinders your quality of life. You find it impossible to do anything unpleasant. If you want to have responsibilities and still have fun, put on your yellow underpants. They'll help you make a party out of the most mundane tasks.

What Color Is Your Lucky Underwear?

Eh wala yata akong yellow.

magsawa ka, blog!

2006-04-11T20:24:00.000+08:00

You Should Be A Poet

You craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways. And you have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery... Or describing the most intense heartbreak ever. You're already naturally a poet, even if you've never written a poem.

What Type of Writer Should You Be?

Actually, I'm posting this only because I like the picture. Ngayon, kung ganyan lang ka-sexy ang itsura ko habang nagsusulat...

then love

2006-04-11T20:23:00.000+08:00

Your Love Element Is Water

In love, you connect deeply and commit totally. For you, love is all about taking risks and moving into unknown territory. You attract others with courage and confidence. Your flirting style is defined by your flexibility and ability to adapt. Nurturing and shared learning are the cornerstones of your love life. And while you may jump in to love too quickly, you always come out the wiser for it. You connect best with: Metal Avoid: Earth You And another Water element: will pull each other down into a dark place

What Element Is Your Love?

and now on birthdates

2006-04-11T20:21:00.000+08:00

Your Birthdate: June 21

You're a restless rebel with an unpredictable nature. Bright but unbridled, you tend to seek out wild experiences over new ideas. People are frustrated by your great potential, but you love your unconventional life. You're a heartbreaker. People get attached to you, and then you're gone. Your strength: Your thirst for adventure Your weakness: Not taking time for slow pleasures Your power color: Hot pink Your power symbol: Figure eight Your power month: March

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

the mighty quiz generator says:

2006-04-11T20:08:00.000+08:00

You Should Be A Cancer

What's good about you: you're incredibly kind, caring, and generous What's bad about you: you can be too moody and impossible to understand In love: you enjoy wining and dining the object of your affection In friendship, you're: likely to depend on other friends for emotional support Your ideal job: historian, marine biologist, or religious figure Your sense of fashion: you dress to match your mood You like to pig out on: classic home cooked meals, like mac and cheese

What Sign Should You Be?

Eh Cancer na nga. And guilty of all the above charges.

mainit kasi

2006-04-11T19:53:00.000+08:00

You Are Cherry Garcia Ice Cream

You're the coolest cat around, but too laid back to let it get to your head

What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?

still on the subject of animals

2006-04-11T16:20:00.000+08:00

You Were a Lynx

You are a great knower and keeper of secrets. A bit psychic, you can bring out hidden truths.

What Animal Were You In a Past Life?

puppy love

2006-04-10T14:17:00.000+08:00

Literally. Meet Amber, the latest addition to the zoo, er, the family. Got her Thursday night after my Dad won't give in to pleas of getting that Siberian husky one of our neighbors is offering him at such a really low price. My Dad, underestimating me, gave me his word on Tuesday night that if there's someone selling a labrador pup, we won't pass up the chance anymore and definitely get one. So the whole day Wednesday found me scouring the Internet for lab puppies and texting possible "traders" and by Wednesday night I had my contact. Sinasabi ko sa'yo, 'wag na 'wag kang magpa-promise sa akin, ever, kahit kailan. I am one creature who doesn't take promises too lightly. Ha! It feels like taking care of a real baby instead of a three-month-old pup. Hindi puwedeng maligo ng malamig na tubig, dapat lukewarm. Ang drinking water galing sa ref, kasi mainit. Kailangang punasan sa umaga pagkagising, at sa gabi bago matulog. Kailangan meron s'yang at least dalawang bath towels kasi dapat tuyong-tuyo s'ya pagkapaligo para hindi ginawin. At tuwing pagkatapos kumain nag-aaway kami kasi gusto n'yang kinakagat-kagat lang yung toothbrush n'ya. Ang hirap magsipilyo ng aso. Pramis. She makes this sad, poor puppy-eyes when I put her outside the house and leave her in her "pen"--a short corridor between our house and my tito's clinic. And I can tell how much she enjoys it whenever she's allowed inside the house. She's enamored by commercials and, for some weird reason, the news channels and the NBA. Her favorite spot is between the sofa and the coffee table because there's a small ceiling fan above that area. Sometimes, when she gets tired from all the running around or if she feels like being left alone, she crawls under a living chair (like in the second picture). Diva itong aso na 'to paglaki. I can tell. Anyway, highway, sulit naman. Sobrang lambing. She's the prettiest and sweetest puppy there is. (Of course my dear departed Muning was also pretty, pero mataray at moody. Mana sa amo? Hindi ah. Baka sa nagbigay pa. Haha. O, loko lang yun ha.) Marami pang kailangan ituro. Kulang pa sa training. High maintenance na kung high maintenance. Sino nga bang nagsabi na if you feel like you already want to have a baby you should get a puppy instead? Eto na yun.

2006-04-05T16:43:00.000+08:00

Bakit kaya ibang mga nanay tinatawag na "Pickles" mga anak nila? Siyam na buwan kang hirap na hirap mag-isip kung anong magandang ipangalan sa anak mo tapos paglabas tatawagin mo lang "Pickles"? At para saan ang nickname ng bata kung tatawagin mo lang s'yang "Pickles"? Bakit, gusto mo bang igarapon at gawing pang-alis-umay ang anak mo? Ganun rin sa mga tumatawag ng "Cupcake" sa mga anak nila. Bakit, gusto mo bang meryendahin yung anak mo? Tsk. Buti na lang 'di ako naisipang tawaging "Pickles" o "Cupcake" ni Mommy. Kung hindi... Oo na, sweet kung sweet. Lahat naman ng mga magulang binibigyan ng petnames mga anak nila. Nanay ko rin may petnames sa'kin. Pero hindi naman yung tunog na gusto n'ya 'kong gawing side dish o panghimagas. Opinyon ko lang naman 'to eh. Hindi kailangang magpaapekto.

2006-04-04T19:01:00.000+08:00

Sometimes it feels good to let people have a piece of your mind. Even if you love those people to pieces. Sometimes you just want people to leave you alone, to let you be. Even if you love those people to pieces. I think that's the problem when you let some people know that you love them to pieces. They're confident that no matter what they say, or do, you can never lash out at them. And sometimes, some of us are left with no choice but to prove these people wrong, no matter how much we love them to pieces. This is me, justifying lashing out at some people I love to pieces last night.

whee!

2006-03-31T17:34:00.000+08:00

Cloud of interests for akoindio

acid jazz antique abubots backrubs badminton belltowers bob marley bodyscrubs bossa caffeine chuck taylors cynthia alexander ethnorock falling in love flipflops historical trivia and chismis indie films island music lipbalms my country's tropical climate neil gaiman oil pastels old churches old houses old manila organic soaps pablo neruda photography road trips royal tru-orange salmon sashimi sand short films short stories surfing tanning to a toast tempura the beach the beatles the moon the stars the suburbs the sun thunder and lightning storms vintage cars young adult fiction Created by lazy_neko

oh, and here's my card:

2006-03-22T17:49:00.000+08:00

din ~ will teach you to ~ Run around the city screaming that the world is going to end

'What will your business card say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Looking forward to do business with you.

surfin' safari

2006-03-21T17:59:00.000+08:00

Lagi kong sinasabi sa mga kaibigan ko na hanggang 33 years lang ang lifespan ko. Pero after this month, puwede na kahit ngayon na. (Now na!) Bakit kamo? 'Di na surfvirgin. Sa wakas. Aray, alam ko. Pero wala pa sa katiting 'yan. Karne ka lang sa surfing. Hindi pala biro. Hindi ko akalain na puwede ka palang pasukin ng ganung karaming tubig-alat sa ilong at tenga at mabubuhay ka pa rin. Masakit sa katawan. Pero naman! Ang saraaaaap. As in. Pramis. (Parang ang hilig ko sa "pramis"?) Ang saya. Mas masaya pa sa kahit na ano. Oo. Talaga. Sigurado ako. Sorry, Baguio. Sorry talaga. Alam ko, alam kong nagsabi na 'ko na titira ako sa 'yo. Siguro, gagawin ko pa rin yun. Or at the very least, dadayuhin at dadayuhin talaga kita. Pero nangyayari naman talaga na nag-iiba tayo bigla ng mga priorities. Pasensiya ka na. Sige, tawagin mo 'kong fickle. Okay lang. Fickle na kung fickle. Wala akong pakialam. Basta ang alam ko, nakapagdesisyon na 'ko, nahanap ko na kung saan ko nakikita ang sarili ko balang araw. At kahit na pinagtatawanan mo 'ko ngayon, libre kang bumisita 'pag dun na 'ko nakatira. Ipapasyal kita. Punta tayong Cloud 9, Ge 1, Dako, Guyam at Naked Island. At awa ng Diyos, baka puwede pa kitang samahan mag-aral nito: Kasama natin sila: Jessie, Bryan, Mark Paul and James (yung nasa pinakalikod). Surferboys. Here I come, Siargao.

live update

2006-03-21T17:28:00.000+08:00

Hello, Blog. Balita? Ako? Okay lang. Huuuus... 'di talaga, okay lang. Pramis. Ba't ba ayaw mo maniwala? Para ka namang si Ailene eh. Ii-stir-in pa ba kita? O s'ya, Zsazsa Padilla, sige na nga. To indulge you. Wala na kami. Oo, kami. Tagal na, January pa. Bakit? Anong bakit? Gagah ka talaga, tinanong mo pa. O, 'wag ka ngang teary-eyed. All good things must come to an end. Especially if that good thing eventually turns you into a *ehem* monster *ehem* girl*ehem*friend. Eh ngayon ko lang naisipan i-post eh, bakit ba. No, of course not, hindi ako in denial pa. Hinding-hindi. Hindi ko lang alam kung paano ko sasabihin sa'yo nang walang drama, walang pa-emote-emote, walang arte, walang kahit ano. Yung kaswal lang. So eto na. Ayun. Tapos na.

kabute

2006-02-16T17:26:00.000+08:00

Ako yun. Pasulpot-sulpot, kung saan-saan. Last week, nag-Baguio kami nina Ruth. Two days lang pero ang saya. Pero nakakapagod, trabaho eh. Gusto kong bumalik. Pero hindi na trabaho. Ang sarap sa Baguio every.freakin.time. As in. Last time kong pumunta yata dun after college graduation pa. Oo, guilty ako. At hindi ko na-realize na sobra ko pala s'yang na-miss at mahal until umakyat kami last week. Ang sarap maglakad akyat-baba sa Session Road o magpaikot-ikot at magfoodtrip sa Burnham. Ang saya makita ulit lahat ng dating pinapasyalan. Ang saya maupo sa Mines View kahit wala naman talagang View. Ang saya makita ang Europa kahit mula sa labas lang. Ang saya makita ulit yung '50s na diner kahit nalungkot rin ako nung nakita ko s'ya dahil nagsara na yata s'ya. Ang saya masulyapan si Oble. (O, walang malisya, ha.) Ang saya maupo at kumain sa Pizza Volante kahit ten years ang service at 'di ko naman talaga gusto yung pagkain nila. Ang saya mag-ikot sa Maharlika kahit wala ka naman talagang bibilhin. Ang saya maghalungkat sa wagwagan sa Sunshine kahit na wala na 'kong ginawa kundi makipagtawaran at humatching by the time makarating ako ng third floor. Naisip ko lang, ang dami kong memories sa Baguio kahit hindi naman talaga ako taga-dun. Nadagdagan sila everytime umaakyat ako. At lahat ng memories na yun, hinding-hindi ko ipagpapalit sa kahit na anong bagay sa mundo. Ngayon, may nadagdag sa listahan ng mga goals ko sa buhay: manirahan sa Baguio at maging isang certified Baguio local. Walang biro. Kaya ko na kaya this year?

2005-12-14T17:18:00.000+08:00

Saw the girl who messed up everything again. PO*A KA!!!!! That's why I do not like going through other people's blogs. Pero ang tigas ng ulo ko. Shiite. How can you do this to me? What on earth did I do for you to do this me? I h.a.t.e. you. Fuck.

hmmm?

2005-12-14T16:58:00.000+08:00

Mukhang puro ganito na lang nalalagay ko dito ah. Ganitong-ganito rin nangyari bago ako tumigil mag-blog the first time.

2005-10-10T21:17:00.000+08:00

The other day I was just thinking what I want engraved on my tombstone--in the far, far, far future, I hope. I'm still figuring out why should mine say this:

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

But I think this one suits me just fine.

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

But then again, I really don't mind being left alone. Sometimes.

because i post once a month

2005-09-23T18:10:00.000+08:00

It's been almost two weeks now since I went out of the world of some jaded, some not-so but all oh-so-brilliant columnists and opinion-shapers and into the world of still incorrupted, supposedly simple & pure and ingenuous and ingenious world of kids and kids at heart. So now instead of dealing with whiny and smart-alecky adults, I will be dealing with whiny and smart-alecky children. I am now stationed in one of the rooms on the building's rooftop, a room so spacious I can absolutely do cartwheels in it (if only I knew how to cartwheel). Once a week, every Tuesday, we, the leaner than lean staff, close the news mag and this means going home at ungodly and inhumane hours the following day, Wednesday. The rest of the week I dart here and there calling people for interviews, handing out requests for photo coverage, transpo and honoraria, reminding people of their illustrations, deciding which artist we can ask to do illustrations, reminding people to submit their stories and articles due for the following issue, faxing requests for interviews, forgeting how to breathe, reminding myself to take things easy, dodging any impending illness, etc. etc. On Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, I have the entire room all to myself so I swing the blinds open to let the light in to get a view of the sky and the buildings and houses at the back of the office. It's not the greatest view. It doesn't matter. I just want to see the sky from where I sit. And whether the sky's a big, bright blue or a sullen, dull gray, I don't care either. I'm starting to get a hang of what I am doing now. And I like how everything's so quiet and still and seemingly sleeping. I miss the company of people I left behind a floor below, the noise and the chaos and everyfreakingthing in the big newsroom but, what the heck, I want to explore, right? At the very least, I now have my very own Internet access. Oh such joy.

nyaiks.

2005-08-25T13:03:00.000+08:00

Daydreaming leads to Alzheimer's? But why? Why didn't they find out about this much, much, much earlier??????? Uh-oh...

in memoriam

2005-08-11T12:05:00.000+08:00

I was voter no. 196 and proudly voted for this man. Despite the odds. Despite a feeling of hopelessness. (I mean, what can be more hopeless than going against gold, guns and gold? Oh, and the personal number of an election official.) Despite some supposed supporters abandoning ship because their candidate turned out to be ailing. No, I didn't abandon ship. But rallied for the man. It was my first time to vote so of course I had high hopes. I wanted to be on the winning side. But I knew I just had to root for this man, a good and honest man, a good and honest public official. Good and honest to the point of making himself unpopular and unloved by some. One who will undoubtedly uphold values. One who will undoubtedly make each and every one of us proud citizens of this country. One who will undoubtedly restore this country its pride and honor and dignity. "The best president this country never had." And what's funny--and extremely infuriating--is that he himself presented us the opportunity to have the best president this country can ever have. Twice. And we turned these offers of a lifetime down. Twice. We had a chance. He offered us the chance. It was our call. Learning about his passing away last Friday, going to his wake on Sunday, reading the stories and columns that came out, I couldn't help but fume just thinking about how we can pass up such an opportunity. Sinayang natin. Ilan pa kayang pagkakataon ang itatapon ng mga Pilipino? Paalam at salamat, Senator Roco. May we never forget. Hanggang sa muli.

Raul S. Roco Honorary Woman, Champion of the Youth, Bearer of Hope 1941-2005

lalalalah...

2005-08-03T00:26:00.000+08:00

Hullo. Sometime between ogling at this:

I found myself here:

for a couple of days.

And it's beeeeyootiful. And because it is, and because I was there for work, here's keeping my fingers crossed that I'll find myself amid its hills and primates and ancient churches and houses and starfishies and powdery white sand which reminded me of Nido*.

Very Stardust-like. (Except for the paved road, that is.)

Now, if only work will bring one to such places all the time... Sigh... And just as I was excited about seeing The Boy and giving him his pasalubong, this was waiting for me at the car:

---a much better pasalubong.

A 3rd signed book!!! Along with a letter which reduced even my mom to tears. (The contents of which I hope to write about later, I will ask for his permission first.) Naisahan ako ah. So, what have you been up to? ________________ *Yes, as in the powdered milk.

sob.

2005-08-02T23:56:00.000+08:00

Farewell really nice and much-loved layout. =(

More on Mr. Gaiman

2005-07-15T17:59:00.000+08:00

My poor and giddy brain has been over-replaying the scenes that transpired last Sunday. This morning I dreamt that the Dream King proposed to me after I asked him to sign a book!!! Goodness!!! I swear I am not harboring any romantic feelings for Neil Gaiman. Not even after that "chancing" of a hug last Sunday. (Although I must admit that I got really lovestruck and smitten and all.) But there I was, having a dream with the Dream King himself in it. In my dream I asked him to sign a small stack of his books. As I was going over his dedications, I asked the Dream King about one particular scrawl. The Dream King pretended to read it aloud, making something up instead of what was actually written on the page, then looked at me and said, "Well, it can also be read as 'Will you marry me?" Ack! Promise, I thought I was going to faint in my sleep! And despite not harboring any romantic feelings toward Mr. Gaiman (I don't find myself fit referring to him by his first name), I cannot wipe this wide, silly and lovestruck grin off my face. I mean, how can I? [Big lovestruck sigh.] Heeheehee. I really cannot believe how sweet and nice and charming and delightfully funny Neil Gaiman actually is. It's all so... WOW. And he's so real! And he said in an interview that the Filipinos are so nice! Well, niceness begets niceness, Mr. Gaiman. Last weekend was so surreal. And one of the greatest since I grew up and became jaded. Everything was so erratic but turned out to be great. And I still can't get over everything five days later. Ang sakit sa puso. My only regrets are (1) not being able to take a picture of The Boy shaking the Dream King's hand, (2) not having the presence of mind to "preserve" the shirt I had on that made contact with the Dream King's own shirt and skin and (3) not coming up with a thank-you-gift/souvenir to give Mr. Gaiman. Sayang. =( Will have more presence of mind during his next visit. P.S. Must thank the Sweeper of Dreams for not clearing the Stage right away.

[sigh.]

2005-07-10T22:53:00.000+08:00

At approximately 3:20 p.m. Sunday, I started writing an entry which began with: "WARNING: Major bawling ahead." And proceeded with some things I wish never happened, like being such an avid reader-slash-fangirl, getting so excited when I learned that Manila's included in the itinerary, not going along with my hunch that the odds of getting to semi-meet him and having a book (or two) signed and a picture (or two) taken are one in 10 million. As I was steeling myself for another torrent of tears, a text from The Boy came:

priority ang may stubs na galing pa ng Rockwell at hinahanap talaga nila yung may mga green numbers.

Ano nga ulit 'yun? Tama ba ang pagkakabasa ko? Tama ba ang pagkakaintindi ko? Whoa. But there's a catch: Strictly until 5 p.m. lang daw ang signing. Wala na. Maybe I'm just not meant to get even the tiniest dedication and signature. Maybe I'm just not meant to have a picture taken. It. Just. Wasn't. Meant. To. Be. Yes, not even after spending one whole day (and more than a month) waiting and hoping. Not even after crying my eyes out Saturday night. (Yes, I tend to lose my cool and can be such a baby at certain times. A big baby.) But as I told a friend this afternoon: "Kung makakapagpa-sign ako, kung malalapitan ko s'ya, mangyayari at mangyayari 'yun." And so it did.

My. Goodness. He's so nice. And real. Wow. He said my name aloud as he wrote and said, "And we'll have a star for you," while drawing this a bit crooked star. My star. Wow. I was thinking of what to say to him if ever he asks about the small scribble at the lower right of the page he's writing on. Then he looked up and smiled and I thanked him and he said something about not having to try too hard about something I didn't exactly understand (I suppose it's about the crooked star) and I just smiled and laughed a little and nodded and I touched his shoulder and asked if we can have a picture together and he said "Of course" and hugged me and I hugged him back not giving a care if I looked like a giddycrazy dork to the hundred others waiting in line.

(Nyak! Feeling close! Hahaha! The more I look at how I smile at this picture, the more dorky I feel. I can just imagine Mr. Gaiman thinking, "What an odd and geeky kid, tsk.") After yesterday, I was thisclose to cursing Fully Booked which organized this whole book signing thing. I'm taking it all back. To the Fully Booked people, thank you!!! Maraming, maraming salamat! Most especially to the very accomodating mestizo-looking guy with glasses who sneaked me in line and who made it possible for me to get my illustrated Stardust signed in less than 15 minutes! Thank you! And Mr. Gaiman! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you for coming to Manila and for the stars and for telling my boyfriend that "Dindin"'s a nice name (no matter whether you probably thought it's his!). I'm sorry I didn't quite understand what you said after signing my book and for slightly interrupting you. I'm sure you know how crazygiddy fangirls can get. I really hope you come back to the Philippines. And to The Boy, thank you for Plan B. =) =) =) Heeheehee.

na naman???

2005-07-02T00:46:00.000+08:00

Kung bibilangin ko kung ilang beses ako nagpalit ng templates dito sa blog na 'to, mas marami pa sa kung ilang beses ako nag-post.

Post-Fete part two

2005-06-19T22:40:00.000+08:00

See? I keep promises.

wishlist

2005-06-19T14:28:00.000+08:00

Not that I'm assuming I'll actually get gifts on Tuesday pero, ano namang mawawala 'diba? Ehehehe. Presenting, the birthday wishlist '05:

Pinikpikan's Metronomad, ~~Atas~~ and ~~Obra Encantada~~
~~Mishka Adams~~
Sound
Fantastic Plastic Machine
The Best of Apo Hiking Society
Yano (ang pinaka-unang album)
Girls in Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood
Gossip Girl (dahil nahihiya na 'kong makibasa sa Powerbooks o National)
Labyrinth (kahit vhs o betamax parang awa n'yo na!)
white or blue Brasil Havaianas
purple, or gray, Chucks!
one-year membership sa The Zone (abuso na kung sa Yonex)
silkscreen and textile paints
a helping hand to clean my unbelievably messy and dusty bedroom
love, love, love
world peace
and peace of mind...

Konti lang naman, 'di ba? Kung bitin ka d'yan, puwede kang mag-refer dito.

post Fete

2005-06-19T14:00:00.000+08:00

Dear God, thank You po at hindi umulan kagabi. Kahit po ubod ng init, okay lang. Basta po hindi umulan sa gabi ng Fete. At hindi ko po nakita yung... alam N'yo na po. (Sorry po, galit pa rin ako minsan. But I'm trying. Really, really hard. Minsan I think and feel na nao-overcome ko na. Finally.) Love, Dindin P.S. Happy Father's Day!

Notwithstanding the sea of bodies which pressed and pushed and, at times, got mangled with each other, the unbelievable heat, the awesome, sweaty, and occasionally obnoxious crowd which you had to elbow your way through to get from one stage--or bar--to another, this year's Fete de la Musique was generally... alright. Prayers were answered, worries eased: it didn't rain and I didn't catch even the tiniest glimpse of that one person I absolutely and utterly detest--and worry about. Hay salamat. Salamat po talaga. Took a few pictures. To follow na lang, promise. Ehehehe.

va Roma!

2005-06-18T18:40:00.000+08:00

You Belong in Rome

You're a big city girl with a small town heart Which is why you're attracted to the romance of Rome Strolling down picture perfect streets, cappuccino in hand And gorgeous Italian men - could life get any better? What City Do You Belong in? Take This Quiz :-)

Cappuccino and gorgeous Italian men? *Eyebrows knotted in deep thought. La volonta definitivamente considera Roma. I'm with The Boy in his office, keeping him company as he rushes some work before leaving for Cebu tomorrow. (He won't be here on the 21st! =( Sob!) Meanwhile, people are starting to gather round the rock and alternative and world stages downstairs. Yes, The Boy's office is just beside El Pueblo and The Podium. I can hear the faint beating of someone's drums calling us. I'm still keeping my fingers crossed that 1) it won't rain tonight, even if it's been like 38 degrees the whole day today, and 2) I won't bump into someone I have an absolute aversion to, someone I utterly and downright despise, abhor, loathe... lahat na. (Grabe, I didn't know I'm capable of hating someone this much! I pray that I overcome and forget said hate soonest. It's the unhealthiest feeling in the universe, believe me.) Sana, sana, sana.... Please po??? Kita-kits sa Fete de la Musique! (a.k.a. Din's big birthday celeb! Hahaha, loko lang.) Bababa na kami! Woohoo!

shameless plug: Lasponggols

2005-06-16T19:09:00.000+08:00

Para sa mga mapapadaan dito sa hamak na blog na 'to, lahat kayo ay inaanyayahang manood ng special preview ng LASPONGGOLS ngayong Friday, June 17, 6 p.m. sa CCP Little Theater. Lasponggols top-bills Epi Quizon and Dwight Gaston (s'ya si Kuya Dwight, para sa mga Batibot babies d'yan) and also features the Apo Hiking Society (oo, as in si Danny Javier, Boboy Garovillo at Jim Paredes!), Joel Torre and Ronnie Lazaro and a host of other talented actors and actresses. Isama si nanay at tatay, si ate at kuya, si lolo at lola, si tito at tita, si pinsan, si best friend, si boyfriend o si girlfriend (o pareho, uso naman 'ata sa iba ang ganito), si manang o yaya, si Bantay, Tagpi at Muning, pati si baby, magdala lamang ng stroller at extra diaper. Mag-undertime na sa opis, 'wag nang tumuloy sa pakikipagsosyalan sa Greenbelt, sama-sama tayong tumungo sa CCP Little Theater ng alas sais nitong Biyernes!!! Read more about the director here.

fussy-wussy part VIII

2005-06-15T10:10:00.000+08:00

Minsan iniisip kong sakit na 'tong pagiging mabusisi ko. O kaya, sumpa. Nung nagsabog ng kabusisian ang Langit, naiwan yata akong naglalaro sa labas, nasalo ko tuloy lahat. Tapos na ang summer, tag-ulan na. (Kahit mainit na naman nitong mga nakaraang araw. Sana ganito sa Sabado ng gabi.) So ayan, bagong header. (Tingin ka sa taas.) Saka para walang kapareho. Kinunan ko 'to isang Sabado na may ABL sila Mikko sa Club 650. (Matagal na panahon na 'yun, mga January o February pa 'ata.) Yun yung may makulit silang nakalaban na pilit hinahamon ng suntukan yung isang team mate ni Mikko. Ang kulit n'ya, promise. Yung mga team mates n'ya awat na ng awat at tinatawanan pa rin sya. Pero ayaw n'ya talagang tumigil. Hot na hot. Sabi ko baka natu-turn on s'ya kay Bong kaya n'ya gustong magsapakan sila, kasi hindi n'ya ma-take, ayaw pa n'ya mag-out. It's in to be out, ika nga. Kahit defunct na ang show. Pababa kami ng flyover galing Libis nung kinunan ko 'yan. Nakita ko lang bigla, tinuro ko kay Mikko, sabi ko, "Uy! Gandang picture o!" Pababa kami ng flyover, nagslow down si Mikko, dali-dali kong nilabas yung camera. Click. Click. Ayos. Sino kaya ang sino-spotlight-an ni God? Anyhoo, yun lang, gusto ko lang i-introduce ang header ko. Kailangan ko na talagang umalis dahil baka itapon na nila yung raketa at ambermatic ng tatay ko.

at 9:28 a.m.

2005-06-14T09:49:00.000+08:00

I'm withholding my college prof/thesis adviser's Yahoo! i.d. for privacy purposes and for... protection. Itago na lamang natin siya sa pangalang... The Professor. (Idea ni Ailene yung alias, hindi sa 'kin.) [The Professor]: acquitted si michael the_electric_mistress: oo nga! the_electric_mistress: nanaginip pa naman ako nung isang araw na guilty sya. the_electric_mistress: tsk tsk [The Professor]: me lugar pa rin sa mundo ang mga perverse the_electric_mistress: baka dumami mga child molesters [The Professor]: kaya dapat pakontiin ang children [The Professor]: push for abortion the_electric_mistress: one-child policy the_electric_mistress: go China! [The Professor]: go condom the_electric_mistress: go vasectomy [The Professor]: ah, hindi na yata tama yan the_electric_mistress: go abstinence [The Professor]: ah, away na hinahanap mo nyan Kaya mahal namin 'tong prof na 'to. At miss na namin. Uwi na kayo, halatang bored ka na d'yan. Tsk.

"don't you / forget about me..."

2005-06-14T00:37:00.000+08:00

Kilala mo pa sila? Galing 'no? Saw these pictures from the recent MTV Movie Awards where some of the stars of "The Breakfast Club" had a little reunion. Grabe, nanay na nanay na si Molly Ringwald. I've been trying to figure out if she's pregnant or not. And the b--bs! I don't remember her being so well-endowed in "Sixteen Candles" or "The Breakfast Club"! (And notice the manyak looking directly at her chest on the upper right photo. Eeek.) What the...? Anong nangyari sa 'yo? And to think it was every '80s little girl's dream to be Molly Ringwald (o ako lang ba 'yun?) especially in "Sixteen Candles"! Tsk tsk tsk. Siguro galit yung photographer sa kanya kaya s'ya kinunan from that angle (upper right photo again). And the top! Goodness, hindi ko kinaya. Hindi ba dapat meron silang mga wardrobe consultants? Okay, maybe she is on the family way. Sige. Hindi na 'ko naghanap ng buong picture ni Ally Sheedy at baka maiyak lang ako. Buti na lang maganda s'ya nang tumanda. Pero Judd Nelson! Nyiii. Isa ka pa. Guwapo ka nung araw eh. Oo, promise, guwapo ka nung araw eh. Sigh. I watched these guys as a kid. Mahigit dalawampung beses ko yata pinanood "Sixteen Candles" at "The Breakfast Club" (and I know someone who adores this movie to pieces!) at kinikilig pa rin ako kahit na napaka-simple ng istorya at alam ko naman talagang napakadaling i-predict ng kuwento. Pero ganun eh. It feels weird seeing these guys now and how they look like twenty years later. Parang tinatak na naman sa'yo na "Hoy, ang tanda mo na!", not that I have issues about getting older and older. (Siguro sa ngayon, wala pa.) It's just that it's somewhat, er, surreal. I found out that Molly Ringwald continued making movies after the '80s. Hindi ko napansin. By the way, did you know that John and Joan Cusack were in Sixteen Candles? I didn't. And John Cusack still looks hot until now. Imagine that.

O-HA!

2005-06-07T15:13:00.000+08:00

POTAKINABALU!!!!!!! May naisulat na 'ko, pag-publish ko... "The page cannot be displayed." Wala man lang sorry?!?! Napaka-cold at heartless! Winala n'yo na nga ni-post ko eh!!!! Leche!!!! Anyhoo... O-ha, new look, new layout. So does this mean I'm back to posting regularly again? Ahahahahahaha!!!! Asa ka pa. I was thinking of giving up this vice---for the nth time. But I just can't. Ang saya mag-tweak ng template. (By the way, a big, big, big, big thank you to Mela. I don't know her but I love her templates. Go visit her site.) You reach a certain level of self-fulfillment. Hahaha. Pero tinatamad pa rin ako mag-update, so much has happened, ang dami kong ire-recall at ita-type. Saka na lang. (Which reminds me, kalahating taon na halos yung Cebu trip ko at hindi ko pa rin napo-post dito ang mga litrato. Saka na.) See? Ang tamad ko talaga. I'm on a five-day "break" from work so I guess I will have a lot of time on my hands. (On ba o in? Sa araw-araw na nagco-copyread ako, hindi ko na alam kung ano ang tama sa on o in.) It's day one and so far ito pa lang ang nagagawa 'ko, ayusin 'tong journal na 'to. Not that I'm disappointed or whatever, ayos nga eh, dahil kung sino mang nakasilip dito nung mga nakaraang araw malamang nahilo (at natawa) sa sobrang gulo ng itsura. Anyhoo, ayun, at least ayos na ngayon. Ang sarap magsulat sa Tagalog, hindi mo kailangang isipin kung tama ba yung grammar o spelling mo. Hindi kailangang i-edit ang sarili. Hindi kailangang lumipat ng window at humingi ng guidance sa Shift-F7. Ang saya. Teka, 'di ba sabi ko tinatamad akong magsulat? Eh bakit type pa rin ako ng type, daldal pa rin ako ng daldal? Eh kung tina-type ko na lang yung update sa buhay ko? Wala ako sa mood. Saan makakabili ng Labyrinth na dvd copy? Kahit pirated. (Oops.) Si Anna kasi eh. Oh, and yeah, I'm still in love with Marat. Although ang pogi ng Nadal. But no, the feeling is strictly... fraternal. Hyuk hyuk hyuk. (Sino sa Archie ang tumatawa ng ganito? Si Reggie ~~Miller~~ Mantle (thanks,Jacs! Haha!) nga ba?) Toodles.

checklist schmucklist

2005-04-19T13:44:00.000+08:00

It's already halfway through the summer and I still haven't done anything worthwhile. Er, define worthwhile. Hindi ko alam. Ever since March, I've been thinking of taking... □ scuba diving lessons □ driving lessons □ a writing workshop □ boxing Also, I've been planning to... □ clean my room □ re-arrange my room □ paint my room □ go to the dentist □ get a haircut That's what I hate about to-do lists. My to-do lists anyway. They remain the same month after month--unchecked, undone. God forbid they remain the same week after week, though afraid they're slowly becoming so. I'm fine with the little things, the little errands. But it's the major ones that really bother me. Wala akong naa-accomplish. Nakakainis. Oo na, I have only myself to blame. Miss Procrastination's turned into Miss Geekoid. Maraming salamat sa The Sims 2, Need for Speed at Playboy: The Mansion. In fairness, I was finally able to go to the orthopedic last Saturday. Nyeeeeh, as if. Hopefully, I'll be able to cross out a couple of things off this pathetic list (Nah, actually ako ang pathetic, hindi ang listahan.) before the month ends especially since I'm taking a week off from work next week. P.S. Ang labo, sa livejournal ko talaga 'to ilalagay kasi tagal ko nang 'di nagsusulat dun pero ayaw mag-post, "the request is too large" daw. Pero dito, nagpost. Wala lang.

pate-what?

2005-04-17T18:13:00.000+08:00

Due to insistent public (read: a couple of former bosses here at work, my Mom, two or three badminton-mates) demand, I finally went to an orthopedic on Saturday. I shouldn't have. I am now required to take a two-week break from badminton. AAAAAAARGH!!! TWO WEEKS??? TWO FREAKIN' WEEKS?!?!!? TAGAL NU'N!!!! BAKASYON PA NAMAN AKO NEXT WEEK!!!! YUN LANG ANG PLANO KO GAWIN DAHIL HINDI NAMAN AKO MAKAKAALIS NG MAYNILA!!! BUT WHY??? WAAAAA-HY?!???! Patello femoral stress. Read about it here and here. This is what you get when you don't see a doctor right away because you think you can tolerate the pain anyway. Ayan kasi. Kasi, kasi! Bawal badminton. Bawal kahit ano na strenous sa tuhod. Bawal lumuhod, maiintindihan naman daw ni God 'yun sabi ng doctor. Bawal kahit gumamit ng hagdanan. Eh di hindi ako papasok sa opis? Maiintindihan rin kaya ng mga bossing? Mwehehehehe. The poor knee's yet to be X-rayed though. Meanwhile, a hot compress for about 15 minutes thrice a day, complete knee rest and good ol' Bengay will do. Oh, and this pain reliever I'm supposed to take if ever the pain becomes really unbearable. Parang ayoko na 'ata pa-X ray ah.

AAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!! %@#&$!!!!!!!!

2005-04-15T13:25:00.000+08:00

I'm such a wuss. A schmuck. A jerk. A goof. An asshole. A drama queen. A masochist. Para akong tanga. Sinabi na ngang ayoko na eh!!! *Inhale... exhale... inhale... exhale...* Okay, tama na. Eto na lang, para masaya! Whoopee! You are a Hippie. Wow. What kind of Sixties Person are you? brought to you by Quizilla 'Di na 'ko magtataka. I'm the proud offspring of hippie feyrents. Anyhoo, eto pa'ng isa: You are 'French'. In the nineteenth century, it was the international language of diplomacy. It is a "beautiful" language, meaning that it is really just a low-fidelity copy of Latin. You know the importance of communicating "diplomatically", which for you means both being polite and friendly when necessary and using sophisticated, vicious sarcasm when appropriate. Your life is guided by either existentialism or nihilism, depending on the weather. You have a certain appreciation for the finer things in life, which is a diplomatic way of saying that you are a disgusting hedonist. Your problem is that French has been obsolete for a long time. What obsolete skill are you? brought to you by Quizilla French? Obsolete skill? Pa-enlighten naman d'yan.

a quickie

2005-04-14T20:23:00.000+08:00

No, no, no, not that quickie. Bastos. Anyhoo... my cousins and the three bugoys (refer to post before JPII) are having the time of their lives in the beautiful, magnificent, fascinating, enchanting, captivating, refreshing, pristine, magical paradise of Bohol. *Dies in envy.* They asked me to go with them but it's Daddy's and Lolo's birthday tomorrow so the dutiful daughter and apo in me chose to just stay in hot and humid (and dust-filled) Makati. *Dies in envy twice.* I am seriously contemplating whether I should whack myself in the head right now. But it's my Dad's birthday! And Lolo's, too! I can't. For the life of me. So ang tanging option ko na lang ngayon ay ang umiyak at mamatay sa inggit. Yehey.

(day)dream sequence no. 4,793

2005-04-13T12:43:00.000+08:00

I am standing near the bar, or seated somewhere along the dark corners of a cramped ‘70s Bistro. Smoke dancing languidly and quietly in the air to Kapatid’s Fade Away. A cold bottle of San Mig Light stands alert on the table in front of me. I am on my way to Tagaytay with The Boy on the wheel (Shempre, sino pa? Haha.), Mister Sun gleaming brightly and happily at us. It’s delightfully breezy and cool outside so we roll the windows down. Hopefully, we’ll bump into Ailene, Kiddo, She, Shelley, Chen, Homer, Benjamin, and even Matt, there. Ahh, what a couple of songs can do to you. Hay.

JPII

2005-04-06T15:42:00.000+08:00

It's been a decade and that scene with the old man clad in white with the kindest eyes and the most sincere smile waving back to the awestruck and teary-eyed faithful along Edsa and Kalayaan Ave. still plays clearly in my mind. I remember jumping up and down and flailing my arms like mad when the vehicle bearing him started to come into view, and especially when it came nearer and nearer and nearer. I remember being washed over by extreme feelings of happiness and peace, like everything suddenly became so alright and so beautiful. I kept wondering, how can someone cause such overwhelming, engulfing emotions? It's amazing. He looked more like the most doting and loving grandfather one can ever have. And I think, for a very, very old man, he had the rosiest cheeks I've ever seen. God bless the makers of the popemobile. Karol Wojtyla, 1920-2005 We will always remember. Grazie.

Jess, Mike and Pia

2005-04-01T09:45:00.000+08:00

With a clan as big as ours (and we're just talking about my mom's sidehere), you can be sure that little nephews and nieces abound like mushrooms. But I (and my mom and Ate Ji and Ate Jen and... you get the picture) just love these three to pieces. You may scold us that we should not be playing favorites because the other kids might get jealous, I won't care. Just wait 'til you meet 'em. She loves all things flower-y and pink (hmmm, kindof reminds me of someone, haha!) and all other things girly from Barbie to The Powerpuff Girls to W.I.T.C.H. to Totally Spies. She loves green mangoes and nilagang mani and, even if she won't admit it, salmon sashimi. She always asks my mom if she can sit beside Tita Din in big family dinners or wedding receptions because, maybe, it makes her feel like a big girl. She loves to play with my phone, never mind if it's low tech, and always asks about the locket from Tito Mikko. Recently, she mentioned that she likes mood rings, so now Tita Din is on a quest for a locket and a mood ring. As a baby, she developed a really pitiful case of asthma which prompted her parents to enrol her in swimming classes. Today, she can give Marina a run for her money with how she plays and dances in water. She has the most perfect dolphin (or uod?) swim and is perpetually smiling while swimming. Her lolas and titas think she's actually a fish in real life. Most little boys only know two TV channels: Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon. This little boy was constantly glued to Animal Planet, National Geographic and The Discovery Channel. He was simply fascinated with dinosaurs and animals. So much that when he was around three or four, he actually thought he was a dinosaur (or a lion? or a hippo?) and would walk around the house on all fours while roaring. He's the little boy my mom never had and she loves to spoil him to pieces. Good thing he's not the typical easily-spoiled brat and at such a young age, he knows his limits. At school, he has tuyo and rice for baon every single day and he doesn't complain. He has memorized the movie version of The Return of the King and is perpetually with his Gameboy. He and Tito Mikko are PS buddies and at family gatherings, he'd stay by Tito Mikko's side, (im)patiently waiting for the latter to finish eating so they can play already. I think the word "waterbabies" was coined for him and his ate. "Guto mo spank kita?" "I'll chop you?" "Guto mo tita tulutan kita d'yan?" "Tuyaaaaa!" When she was barely a year old, I told my mom she will probably the most makulit of Kuya Oyet's three kids and even grow up to be a bully. I was right. Her teacher calls her Ms Taray and would task her to look after the class if the latter had to leave the room. One day, her yaya caught her playing teacher to her classmates while the real teacher was sitting at her desk. Her lolos and lolas and titos and titas are forever bowled over by her one-liners and antics, effortlessly engaging in comical verbal-sparring with the grownups. Her titas tease her that she might be PMS-ing at such an early age for having extreme mood swings: quiet and shy or masungit one moment, then really maloko and makulit the next. Tita Din teases her that she's probably an old, old lola trapped in a three-year-old kid's body. She's quite strong-willed for a three-year-old,but she's far from being a hardheaded brat. She just knows what she wants and what she doesn't. And you better not force her into doing what she doesn't want, hell hath no fury for an extremely kulot, wide-eyed,white-as-an-angel little girl. She only likes the white stuff in Oreos (who doesn't?), leaving the cookies all over chairs and tables and wherever. She makes up for all the katarayan by being the most charming and cute and lovable niece. She has the longest eyelashes this side of the planet. Meet the three most endearing, most delightful, funniest, cutest bugoys in My Life.

tsk, tsk

2005-03-29T08:58:00.000+08:00

Around 1:27 a.m., Tuesday:

Big Bro II: "Marat's doing it again. I hope he snaps out of this funk before he drops out of sight again." Li'l Sis: "Waaah! O'nga eh. Sadness. Hay. 'di na kasi ako obsessed eh. Siguro dapat palagi ko ulit s'ya isipin para tumino ulit laro n'ya? Watchathink? Haha."

Poor baby, (HA! BABY!?! WTF?!?!) he's been on a losing streak alright. Yeah, yeah, sometime ago, I wrote here that I'm already putting an end to all my fangirl silliness and Marat fantasies. I lied.

(I almost fainted when I saw that photo of him laughing with Carlos Moya. The past and the future, going along so well. Hay.)

I just couldn't resist. Ibang tama na 'to. I haven't been like this since Manuel Legarda in 2nd year high school.

(Safin and Roddick, 20 years from now.)

Okay, tama na. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Bad. Bad ex-fangirl.

heeheehee

2005-03-28T09:24:00.000+08:00

Okay, so I spoke too soon. He didn't keep company all day alright, but he sent this 10 minutes to 6 Sunday afternoon:

"wag na lungkot. =1 papunta na ako dyan. Ü puwde ba kta sundo? Ü"

It's amazing how a simple and short text (hmmm... teka, kaya nga tinawag na SMS dahil short, diba?) can un-stress you and make you feel so giddy and lightheaded with kakiligan. Haha! So my remaining hour at work was spent with him occupying the chair next to me while creating his Amazon wishlist (upon my badgering, I'm such a sucker for wishlists it's pathetic) while waiting for the office PC's clock to strike 7. Afterward bought some bathsoap, had Japanese and one of the most heavenly choco mud pies after. The smell and feel of your skin against my cheek is just as heavenly, if not more. Sigh. (Cue "In lab na naman si Shirley" by the Eraserheads.)

happy Easter

2005-03-27T14:42:00.000+08:00

It's Easter Sunday and I'm in the verge of wallowing in self-pity. Bad, bad, bad. Isipin mo naman, while everyone else is outside, having their Easter lunches with family and friends or making the most of what's remaining of the long weekend, I'm here in the office. Alone. Not that I don't mind working by myself. Sometimes, I actually find it nice with all the quietness and stillness of everything--with the exception of the very faint and distant sound of the TV and tapping on the keyboard of other people already here at the office--and I can do whatever I want while bumming around and waiting for the editor to be done with all the columns. But not today. It's Easter for goodness' sake. And from what I can remember, someone said last night that he'll keep me company today because I'll be all alone. Nag-drama pa ako and I told him that "it's alright, sanay naman ako mag-isa lang." But he insisted that he'll keep me company today I've been here since 11 a.m. and there's no sign if he'll show up or forget about what he said last night. Hay. Yesterday, we went to this place in Calauan on our way back to Manila called "Field of Faith." It's amazing, how still and peaceful everything is in the place. Even the manongs who direct the cars where to park are so nice and courteous and even refused the compulsory tip we give to self-appointed parking space attendants here in Manila. Yesterday, I kept repeating to myself that I am leaving every ugly thing that's been killing me for the past year and my battered, black and blue, beaten up, traumatized heart at the foot of this big white cross on top of this hill. I told myself this morning, while listening to the priest's homily, that I'll put an end to all this dramatic bull that's just plainly poisoning myself. And now, this. Tama na. Ayoko na mag-self-pity. Tama na. And I might as well get used to really being alone. And I mean "alone" in the truest sense of the word. Para masanay na 'ko once I move to Palawan. Or somewhere else far from Manila. Hehe. Happy Easter, everyone.

gee

2005-03-22T17:19:00.000+08:00

"Gee." What's with this word/expression that I want to puke everytime I hear it and strangle the person saying it? I don't remember getting peeved by any utterance until this. I mean, "gee"? What the f---?!? How on earth do some people come up with such an expression? What on earth were they thinking? That "gee" will be the next big thing? Naku, ganyan rin ang inisip ni Celine Lopez sa "delilah" n'ya. Okay, so "gee" is not that nauseous as "delilah" when in print. But wait until you hear your friend or officemate or schoolmate end a statement with it. It reminds you of that trying hard high school classmate who sincerely believed she's oozing with coolness and tried to immortalize herself by racking her brain for that particular term that was supposed to be your batch's exclusive and signature expression but which was dropped like a hot bag of microwave popcorn and quickly ditched by the entire batch even before the entire batch got to know it. Nakaka-delilah. Tip to those who passionately hate me to death: Gather some of your friends, particularly those who speak in the most teeth-grating slang or sing-song or plain maarte manner, and have a record of them saying "gee" over and over. Play back said recording repeatedly with me within clear earshot. Ward 7 here I come. Ikamamatay ko talaga. Gee. * * * * * * * * By the way, did you know that sperm whales assign an “auntie” whales to their calves? This "auntie" whale assists that calf’s mother when birthing and acts as the calf’s second mother aiding in care giving and protection.

2005-03-21T20:10:00.000+08:00

Sir John: "O, how was it?" (referring to the tournament that took place the previous weekend.) Me: "Don't ask." I think my partner and I got the lowest scores in our respective badminton "careers." Kakaiba. Though I don't really regret participating in this tournament. Playing against the class A players of other companies was quite an experience. Masaklap, nakakahiya dahil bokya, pero memorable naman. We had our moments. Medyo maayos na 'ko mag-cross court. Yahoo! And it quite impressed The Boy. Yay! * * * * * * * * It's The Boy's birthday on Wednesday and since it's already Holy Week, decided to have his birthday painom Saturday night at their house. There were the Brats, his 4-F friends, Summit friends, plus girlfriends, wives, girlets, etc., it was quite overwhelming how their house teemed with people. There were so many people that I hardly saw him nor talked to him that night and I had this really funny and ugly "Where-do-I-really-figure-in-his-life?" feeling which made me really depressed and melancholic towards the end of the night, er, wee hours of Sunday. Plus there were so many girls I don't know nor recognize which made me really depressed even more. It's infuriating, turning more and more into this lousy, always suspicious, ugly girlfriend. Nakakapikon. Nakakabuwiset. Was really looking forward to this painom pa naman since I also want to meet his other friends who I haven't met yet or rarely see. By the time I got home--which I think was really early for the celebrator's girlfriend to go home (if it wasn't for that blasted tournament, argh!)--I had this humongous feeling of regret for not mingling with all his friends. Baka akalain nila The Boy has this biggest snob for a girlfriend. Hanggang ngayon, sobra, sobra, sobra, sobra, sobra, sobra, sobra, sobra akong naaasar, bwisit, malungkot, panget, lahat na. Leche. It's his birthday. Ayokong maging bwisit sa buhay. I want him to be happy, to feel good. I want to make him happy. But for some reason, I always lose to this ugly, distrustful, guarded, disbelieving monster who's been trying to take over and destroy myself, my life, my love for The Boy, our life. Ayoko na. Help.

2005-03-18T18:59:00.000+08:00

WAAAAAAAAH!!!!! Isang tulog na lang!!!! Fuck, fuck, fuck.

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"Kahit po nauna naman po kami dito?" -- sagot/tanong ko sa attendant ng badminton court sa PRC nung pinapaalis n'ya kami sa court kung saan kami naglalaro dahil doon maglalaro si Mikey Arroyo.

I know, I shouldn't have taken it out on the court attendant. But I really didn't take it out on him. Tinanong ko lang. Tama naman diba? Nine pa lang ng umaga, nandun na kami. (Actually, si Kat lang dahil 9:30 na 'ko dumating at 10 na yung iba.) Last time I checked, walang reservation. First come, first served. Ang unang dumating, doon makakapaglaro sa court na gusto n'ya. And we're paying users of the courts. Eh ano 'to??? Dahil ba anak ka ng presidente? Eh ano ngayon? You--and you're entourage--can even use the courts for free. Entitled ka dun dahil ikaw ay kataas-taasan, kagalang-galang na anak ng presidente. And I think that's enough. WALA KANG KARAPATAN PAALISIN KAMI KUNG SAAN KAMI NAGLALARO DAHIL NAUNA KAMI AT LATE KA NANG DUMATING. Nagbabayad kami ano. One of your aliporeses even got the Nike slippers of one of my officemates "by mistake"! His slippers were gone the same time you and your entourage left! By mistake my foot! That's stealing! Okay, so it's not good to accuse, but still!!! Grrrrr.

and it's only tuesday

2005-03-15T18:29:00.000+08:00

Woke up feeling really shitty today, like something's not right. Er, make that everything. If not for the annoyingly brilliant sunlight that has rudely invaded my room and, consequently, my bed, I wouldn't have gotten up. No offense to you, Mister Sun. You know very well that you are most welcome every single day and that I love to bask in your rays. It's just that today feels like... shit. Hindi nakakatamad eh, not at all. Ito yung araw na ayaw mo lang talaga bumangon sa kama. Yung alam mong may maling nangyayari--o mangyayari. Yung alam mong merong hindi tama. Yung alam mong... basta. Iba, iba yung pakiramdam nitong araw na 'to. And it's irritating that I'm extra easily upset today, crying over everything, anything. Gusto ko nang lagyan ng plugs itong mga tear ducts na 'to. Nakakainis. I have a strong feeling the universe will conspire against me from hereafter. And it's only Tuesday. ¤sigh¤ On my way to badminton practice, I learned that the PNP's special action force assaulted the prison camp which several members of a terrorist group took over yesterday morning and killed their jailguards and snatched some firearms. Until this morning, negotiations with the detained members of the Abu Sayyaf were going under way. I don't know what happened. Maybe the PNP got impatient and riled? The police killed three leaders of the terrorist group in the process. I just hope said terrorist group won't ask the whole country for payback. Got my first reader feedback yesterday all the way from Cagayan de Oro, asking where he can buy this white noise machine I included in one of my articles for that disastrous pseudocolumn. Technically, he's not the first reader feedback I got. It was actually from a former schoolmate--okaaaaay, someone I used to date way back when I was a poor, naive college freshman--who emailed the first time I left an address at the end of one article. "Fanmail" daw, The Boy teased. Anyhoo, back to the gentleman from CDO, how am I supposed to know?!? The article was not about the machine! Ito na nga ba ang sinasabi ko. What am I supposed to tell him?

"Masasagot ko po iyang tanong n'yo kung tungkol po doon sa white noise machine ang isinulat ko. Pero hindi po kasi tungkol doon sa machine eh, kaya hindi ko po alam kung saan kayo makakakuha n'yan. P.S. Huwag na po kayo magbasa nung column na 'yon dahil hindi naman po ako aral tungkol sa subject na 'yan. Naatasan lang po ako, kamalas-malasan."

¤sigh¤ Three more days before Saturday's tournament. And my partner and I haven't practiced together until now. And we're left with three freakingly short days. Haynaku. Paano na 'to? And our team captain's playing his role to the hilt, not organizing practices with the whole team, not giving a care if we've been practicing with our partners or practicing at all, not replying to text messages asking him to at least play for just a couple of hours. Not that we need looking after. But you're the team captain right? Sure, I shouldn't compare, pero... Waaaaah! Ano ba itong napasukan ko?!? Hindi naman po ako pang-compete eh! Hindi n'yo ba alam na isa akong reyna ng tsamba?! Na si Big Bro II talaga ang nagdala nung Gawad Kalinga/Selecta tournament?! Na I'm not as good as you think I am?! Bakit? Bakit? Bakit??? Hindi po ako pang-compete! Hindi po ako pang-compete! Hindi po ako pang-compete!!!!!! Ahhhh, the pressure... the stress... I love. I love this game. Sabi nga ni Mareng Julia, "Big mistake." Pray for me, will you?

whattabee!

2005-03-11T19:00:00.000+08:00

Kung ang mga Amerikano ay may Ronald McDonald, mawawalan ba naman ang mga Pilipino? Sino bang batang Pinoy ang hindi nakakakilala sa bubuyog na ito? Kung tutuusin, mas lovable at huggable pa s'ya kay McDo. (Sige nga, sino ang mas gusto mong akapin, isang malaking mama na mukhang kabuki lady o isang kyut na kyut na bubuyog?) Isang umaga sa Jollibee Edsa Central, while waiting for The Boy: Kyut na kyut na maliit na batang babae: "Jollibee! Kumain ka na?" Nakatingala sa makintab na istatwa ng bubuyog, naghihintay ng sagot. Kyut na kyut na maliit na batang babae: "Kumain ka na? Ha, Jollibee?" Nakatingala pa rin sa makintab na istatwa ng bubuyog, naghihintay pa rin ng sagot. Kyut na kyut na maliit na batang babae: "I love you, Jollibee!!!" Sabay yakap sa legs ng istatwa ng bubuyog. O diba? Istatwa pa lang 'yan. Hindi pa 'yan ang tunay na bubuyog. Mahal talaga s'ya ng mga bata--ang pinaka-charming ng mascot sa balat ng lupa. Lagi pang nakangiti kahit maghapon at magdamag nang nakataas ang kamay n'ya na kumakaway sa mga bata--at matanda. Walang pakialam kahit na magkakulani pa s'ya sa kilikili. Pero alam n'yo ba kung anong itsura niya nung kabataan n'ya? Akalain mo 'yun, sporty pa pala sya?!? Ngayon naniniwala na talaga ako sa Supersize Me.

2005-03-06T15:05:00.000+08:00

Warning: Contains spoilers. It's good. Really good. I have yet to see "Being Julia" though so I can't really say that Hilary Swank did great in this movie so much to deserve this year's Oscar. (Not that she's not a great actress already and not that my opinion will matter, really.) I so badly wanted to get a speedball right after watching this movie. In all seriousness. Taking up boxing even crossed my mind. That is until Maggie broke her nose and Frankie had to force it back into place just so she can go on with the match. I think I'll stick to the speedball just so I'd have another something on which I can release pent up anger and frustration. I just can't help wishing that Clint Eastwood shouldn't have cast himself as the lead opposite Swank. I mean, you're the producer and the director already! Ano ba?! On the other hand, I think that's his privilege being the producer and the director. I just can't help but be bothered by his forever-pained look. I like it when he's being funny or sarcastic with that pained, face-wrinkled-all-over, deadpan expression but to have the same pained, face-wrinkled-all-over, deadpan look all throughout the movie? Er... Got to love the ending though. I like it better when a movie has a not-your-typical-and-expected-happy ending and with so many questions still left unanswered. The type of movie where you won't budge in your seat even after the screen has faded into black because you're still expecting a new scene but are left in mid-air when the credits start rolling. Yung pelikula na pag credits na bigla kang mapapa-"Huh? Tapos na?" Panalo yun. Million dollar movie, baby.

cab ride entry no. 19

2005-03-03T12:16:00.000+08:00

Why is it that everytime I decide to leave my camera at home it is when I see something interesting or funny and picture-worthy once I am out of the house??? On taxi's rearview mirror: A small picture of The Beatles' Let It Be album cover...

...but replace the picture of Ringo Starr with that of the cab driver in a wistful look. Cabbie has a strong resemblance to Rex Navarrete, by the way. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! It's so great, I tell you. Unutterrably hilarious and priceless. Check the rearview mirror of cab KATH-AU with plate number PVZ-452 with the cheery driver. Aaargh! Why didn't I bring my camera with me? At wala ring camera ang telepono ko. Olats. Sayang. Sayang times thirty. I have a strong feeling that today's not my day. =( I was late for work for the second straight day. Same time pa. Waaaah! Buti na lang meron naman ako nito:

With my luck, I won't be surprised if I won't be able to play badminton later with The Boy. =( =( =(

neruda translated

2005-03-01T17:30:00.000+08:00

This one from the guniguni yahoogroup. Not really my most loved Neruda poem. Dahil talamak na at one million na 'ata ang may favorite dito. But just the same, it's... hay. =) Guess what Neruda poem this is.

KUNDIMAN Pablo Neruda Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalulungkot na tula ngayong gabi. Maisusulat, halimbawa: "Ang gabi'y mabituin, at nanginginig, asul, ang mga tala sa dako pa roon. "Umiikot sa langit ang hangin ng gabi, umaawit. Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalulungkot na tula ngayong gabi. Siya'y inibig ko, at kung minsan ako'y inibig din niya. Sa mga gabing tulad nito, niyakap ko siyang mahigpit at hinagkan sa lilim ng walang-hanggang langit. Ako'y inibig niya, kung minsan siya'y inibig ko rin. Paanong hindi iibigin ang mga mata niyang malamlam? Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalulungkot na tula ngayong gabi. Isipin lang: Hindi ko siya kapiling. Nawala siya sa akin. Dinggin ang gabing malawak, mas malawak pagkat wala siya. At ang tula'y pumapatak sa diwa, parang hamog sa parang. Ano ngayon kung di siya mapangalagaan ng aking pag-ibig? Ang gabi'y mabituin, at siya'y hindi ko kapiling. Iyon lamang. Sa malayo, may umaawit. Sa malayo. Diwa ko'y hindi mapalagay sa kanyang pagkawala. Anyong lalapit ang paningin kong naghahanap sa kanya. Puso'y naghahanap sa kanya, at siya'y hindi kapiling. Ito ang dating gabing nagpaputi sa mga dating punongkahoy. Tayo, na nagmula sa panahong iyon, ay di na tulad ng dati. Hindi ko na siya iniibig, oo, pero inibig ko siyang lubos. Tinig ko'y humalik sa hangin para dumampi sa kanyang pandinig. Sa iba. Siya'y sa iba na. Tulad ng mga dati kong halik. Tinig, maningning na katawan. Mga matang walang-hanggan. Hindi ko na siya iniibig, oo, pero baka iniibig ko siya. Napakaikli ng pag-ibig, at napakabata ng paglimot. Pagkat sa mga gabing tulad nito'y niyakap ko siyang mahigpit, diwa ko'y di mapalagay dahil sa kanyang pagkawala. Ito marahil ang huling hapding ipadarama niya sa akin, at ito na marahil ang huling tulang iaalay ko sa kanya.

even if i can't get the accent...

2005-03-01T09:09:00.000+08:00

You Belong in Australia

Ace! Sunny, upbeat, and cute. You make the perfect surf bum. Now stop hogging the vegemite!

What English Speaking Country Do You Belong In?

Sunny and update, I can agree to. But "cute"?!??!! And what's a vegemite?

color me...

2005-02-28T20:49:00.000+08:00

You are

What Rejected Crayon Are You?

"Time 'o the month"?!!? Whaddya mean "time 'o the month"?!?!!! Ha? Ha? So anong ibig mong sabihin dun ha??? (inhale... exhale... hinga ng malalim...) Aaminin ko na. This is probably the most accurate and correct result I've got so far.

and now for the news...

2005-02-23T18:27:00.000+08:00

Sana mabasa ito ni Bayani Fernando. Ayos 'to, eto na ang daan tungo sa... world peace.

a never-ending dilemma part X

2005-02-23T13:22:00.000+08:00

"ang dami mong blog! nokaba? si [smeagol]?" - rainmaker_girl

Let's see, I had my very first blog with Blogger. Then I created one on Blurty. Then transferred to Blogdrive where I had that famous, much-read blog and another for-my-eyes-only journal. Then I committed blog suicide. Then created a new one when I found out I can have my Livejournal account even without the invite from an existing user. Then went back to Blogger. *sigh* That's my problem, too, sweetie. No, not the "Smeagol" part. (Though there are times when I fear that I may be suffering from a multiple- or split-personality disorder, but that's another blog entry.) It's the part about my having many blogs. Too many blogs. And I'm sick and tired of always having to write that "opening entry." Not that it's required, or important. I just think it's appropriate. Or proper. Whatever. I started the year creating a livejournal account. And we weren't even completely through with January when I turned prodigal daughter to Blogger, creating yet another new journal. It's exasperating. (Ilang beses ko na ba nabanggit 'yun?) But it's also... I don't know... inescapable? Basta. I just can't think of the more right word for it right now. Why not just go back to updating the old one on Blogdrive? I don't know. I don't feel safe in that blog anymore. Parang ang daming nakakakita sa akin doon, ang daming nakakakilala--or ina-assume na kilala ako--na hindi ko alam. Wait, isn't that one of the consequences of choosing to have an online journal? Eh... Bakit ba. Basta. And I went back to Blogger because... I don't know (notice how many I-don't knows are there in this post)... maybe because I found out from a co-Blogdrive user who recently found a host for her blog that Blogdrive does not enable you to republish your blog and that will make me want to tear my hair out when I finally get that domain name which is taking me forever to decide. So there. I don't know if I answered the question why I have too many blogs. If I did, great. If I didn't, eh 'di hinde. Not that I am obliged to justify it. Wala lang. And I still haven't figured out how I can post pictures here. Lech.

one off on to-do list

2005-02-22T18:45:00.000+08:00

I still haven't bought "my" domain name. Hay. Can't decide yet, can't decide yet on the name. Yun na ba talaga? As in? Yun na? Ewan. Sana. Hay. Got a life insurance policy. Gave my first quarterly payment this afternoon to my really nice and pleasant insurance associate. Naks. I'm actually doing something grown-up. Contemplating whether to also get a pension plan. Naks. Totoo ba 'to? Oo naman. Dapat lang. Nagsimula na 'ko magbayad kanina eh. Isang pares ng Kenneth Cole o Nine West rin yun. O tatlong Chucks. O limang havaianas. O dalawang Levi's. O... ano pa ba? Puwede na ring trip to Palawan 'yun. Budget trip. But I don't care. Life insurance yun eh. And the insurance company's package looks really good and beneficial for women that's why I decided to get this one. I'm turning a quarter of a century old this year and it's about time I do something that'll be of more use for me (or for my parents, or my future husband and kids), right? Naks. One item checked on "Things To Do On 2005." Farm naman, o beach front property, o share sa Conspiracy ang susunod. Naks. Hinde, hindi ko na kaya 'yun. Gusto kong pumuntang Palawan. Sa summer. Sana. Sana makapag-leave ng kahit isang linggo. Ayos na ayos yun. Tustado na naman pag-uwi. Eh ano? Lolo (my Dad's dad) is in Makati Med's ICU right now. He suffered a stroke Friday night. Apparently, he's had many mild strokes before. What he dismissed as simple dizziness turned out to be attacks already. His mind's really clear, thank God. He responds quickly and well to questions although he has that slur characteristic of stroke patients. He was even already asking about the stock market Sunday morning and was asking Lola to bring his shavers to the hospital before we brought Lola home last night. God, please, please, please make Lolo strong and well again. Please? Kahit 'di na po ako mag-Batanes o Palawan sa summer. Kahit sa swimming pool na lang ako papaka-itim. Please, just make him alright and strong again. It's Tinong's birthday today, my Dad's only brother who came after him and, generally, our family physician. It's heartbreaking that it's his birthday and Lolo's in the ICU. It's kind of strange how he is always near tears whenever he talks to Lolo and tells him to get well because being everyone's doctor, he's just always cool and calm whenever the rest of us panics in the face of sickness. Like whenever I feel the onset of an asthma attack and I ask him distressingly if I already need an injection or use The Inhaler, he will just always go, "Okay lang 'yan, Ate. Hindi na. Relax lang." But this time, he seems to crumble everytime he watches over Lolo on his hospital bed. It's just so heartbreaking. Lola and my Dad are even calmer than him. Hay. Tita Glen's arriving tonight from Canada. Minus Uncle Nonong and kids. Please make Lolo well. Please?

last na... for today. bwahahaha.

2005-02-18T14:04:00.000+08:00

But this is my blog so I can post a million quiz results and be the ultimate quiz whore that I really am, right?

You Should Be In the Indigo Girls

Your all about expressing yourself through music Lyrics are your poetry - think Sylvia Plath meets guitar What Girl Group Should You Be In? Take This Quiz :-) Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.

quizzes schuizzes

2005-02-18T13:31:00.000+08:00

Men See You As Choosy

Men notice you light years before you notice them You take a selective approach to dating, and you can afford to be picky You aren't looking for a quick flirt - but a memorable encounter It may take men a while to ask you out, but it's worth the wait How Do Men See You? Take This Quiz

Your Celebrity Sisters Are Mary-Kate and Ashley

Funky, eccentric, and offbeat You're not a good girl or a bad girl, just a weird girl. Who Are Your Celebrity Sisters? Take This Quiz

whoa, wait a minute, mary-kate and ashley??!!? if that would also mean i'd be as rich as these two, sige, payag na 'ko!

bah!

2005-02-16T12:58:00.000+08:00

I'm back to one of those ready-made blogger templates. For some unexplainable, infuriating, mind-boggling (for an html amateur tweaker like me, that is) reason, the template I've been using and trying to customize always goes crazy on me. Lekat! Fota! Arrrrgggghhhh!!!! It's so i.n.f.u.r.i.a.t.i.n.g. I tell you. Hay. Plus, I still can't figure out how to post photos here! I've downloaded that Hello thingie and I still, for the life of me, can't figure out how to use it to post pictures here! Grrrrr. I so want to know how I can post pictures here so I won't have to shuttle between livejournal and blogspot anymore. Haynako. Makes me want to purchase that domain name. Hmmm.... Mwehehehehe.

2005-02-14T22:07:00.000+08:00

I think I'm lucky enough that I wasn't born on Feb. 14. Imagine, having the same birthday as Kris Aquino? Heart Evangelista? John Prats? Nyiii. Sorry, Sir Jorge. (Happy birthday ulit! Ü) With all due respect. Ayoko lang po ka-birthday si Kris. At ka-celebrate ang mga lovesick couples sa buong mundo na naniniwala sa isang occasion na inimbento lang ng Hallmark. On the brighter side, at least people will never ever forget your birthday. Sure, they'll laugh, you'll receive the expected mockery after you tell them your birthday's Feb. 14, but they will never forget your birthday ever again. Speaking of Hallmark, do you know that they have this place--I think it's a park with a pond or something like that--for the people who write those mushy, cheesy stuff on their cards? As in tatambay ka lang dun sa park para dun ka mag-iisip, magninilay-nilay, magpapaka-corny, etc. Ang saya ng trabaho. Apply kaya ako dun? ÜÜÜ

happy hearts' day

2005-02-14T21:31:00.000+08:00

I should've set a definite time for the drawings. I think I'm developing a major headache from staring at my monitor for too long, going through friends' Friendster pictures and profiles, looking for friends to add to my group of friends on Friendster, listening to the TV for news about tonight's bombings, looking for breaking news about tonight's bombings (so I won't have to wait for tomorrow's paper) -- all this while waiting for two freaking illustrations. Gusto ko na umuwi. Nakakahilo maging one-woman show. Puwede ko kaya i-follow up? Nahihiya ako eh. Eh di mahiya ka na lang, mag-monologue ka d'yan sa upuan mo hanggang alas-diyes. *Hay.* Buti na lang mabait artist namin. I want to go home. I don't want to have a repeat of Thursday's Freaky Encounter of the Second Kind. Nyi. Nyi talaga. All of a sudden, I'm having second thoughts about "iskrambol.org." I was all set to pay for the registration this morning until the questions came barging in: 1. Gusto ko ba talaga ng sarili kong domain? 2. Gusto ko ba talaga ng "iskrambol.org"? 3. Ano bang tamang spelling ng "iskrambol"? - teka may drawings na 'ko... super thanks, (name of artist)! okay lang po. my fault rin. - 4. Ano pa bang gusto kong url? 5. Mapaninindigan ko ba 'to? O passing fancy lang? 6. Bakit hindi ako manalonalo sa lotto? 7. Bakit ang laki ng foreign debt natin? 8. Bakit kahawig ni Jacs si Boy Abunda sa default picture n'ya sa Friendster? 9. Bakit soooobrang lamig ng aircon dito sa area namin? I live in Makati. Being a "city-girl" all my life, I dream of settling down in Palawan, Davao or GenSan, where the air and the waters are pure and clean and life is much simpler. Tonight, a certain group staged three separate bombings in Makati, Davao and General Santos. A Valentine gift to the president, they said. Then they should've bombed the palace. No need to hurt dozens of innocent civilians. If you're really the smart and cause-oriented people that you claim to be, you should take extra care to not hurt your fellow Filipinos who are equally suffering. Right? Happy Valentine's Day, everyone.

2005-02-10T23:42:00.000+08:00

I think I'm about to turn into a real blog geek. I just recently--read: this afternoon--placed an order for my own domain name. Yes! My own! My precious! Heeheeheeheehee! Ops... must.not.get.carried.away. Anyhoo, Ailene sales-talked me into getting my own domain name. This girl. Really. I think she's one of the very, very, very few who can make me do something so... capricious and whimsical in a twinkling. Makes me want to tear my hair out even more. (Binigyan mo talaga 'ko ng iisipin, 'langhiya!) But it's nice. What she does. Taga-tulak ko. Pusher. (Hey! I can have you arrested! Hahaha! Loko lang kung may makakabasa nitong narcotics agent. Pusher ko s'ya in a wholesome, good way, alright?) But it's so cheap anyway! I think that was what made me finally decide to get my own domain name. Nasindak 'ata ako sa pagkamura. Hahaha. I'm just waiting for the host's billing details. *squirms in her seat* Ang nerjak nito, promise. Magiging masaya na ba 'ko sa domain name na 'yun? Considering how fussy and fickle I am. Pero sa 'di maipaliwanag na dahilan, gustong-gusto ko ngayon ang address na "iskrambol." Nagulat nga ako na hindi pa s'ya nare-register eh. (Side note: I asked The Boy earlier what he thought of iskrambol.org and asked what other domain names he can suggest. Sinagot ba naman ako ng cyb.org, i_am.borg, etc. Ano ba. Hay. Boys talaga. Tsk.) iskrambol.org. Malapit na kami! Mwehehehe!

quiz whoring one more time

2005-02-09T16:34:00.000+08:00

in honor of valentine's day--even if i don't believe in it.

You Are A Romantic Realist

You are more romantic than 40% of the population. You tend to be grounded when it comes to romance. Sure, you can fall hard... but only for someone you've gotten to know. And once you're in love, you can be a total romantic goofball... But you'd never admit it to your friends!

Are You Romantic or Realistic?

and another...

Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence

You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well. An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly. You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view. A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary. You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.

What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?

ta-daa!

2005-02-08T15:11:00.000+08:00

I am a hybrid of: Indie Girl Girl Next Door
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Take the 'What Kind of Girl Are You?' quiz at CookingToHookup.com

Oh, and I sort of coerced The Boy to take same quiz to see if we'd get the same results. He got "Indie Girl." Naks. Yihee. Hahaha.

miss PMS

2005-02-07T12:30:00.000+08:00

Been feeling under the weather lately. Really cranky. Really, really crappy. And I'm getting worse by the day. I preyed on The Boy again yesterday as I, out of the blue, had an insecurity-slash-paranoia attack and became immediately suspicious of him when he won't let me go to the mall with him. I was at work, for goodness' sake, and he said that we'll just go next Saturday. But I argued that it'll be only for a couple of hours and it's a Sunday and it's still really early and I still don't have anything to do. Besides, everybody does it! But he wouldn't relent and that's when I became the suspecting, lousy monster for a girlfriend that I am. Hindi ko alam kung anong problema ko. I need a break. I need a vacation. I need to unload. I need to unwind. I need a pair of new tsinelas. Or new Chucks. Or new shoes. I need a hug. I need to let this out with a good cry. I hate it when I'm PMS-ing. I want to tear my hair out. I need a haircut. Magpakalbo kaya ako?

random realization no. 137

2005-02-06T19:05:00.000+08:00

You may never chance upon two guy friends--take note of the word "friends"--holding hands or with arms linked while strolling around the mall like us girls usually do. But I realized that men are definitely more touchy feely with each other (and I mean this in a truly wholesome way). Just watch a basketball game. Players touch each other all the time! (Again, I just have to emphasize this over and over, in a friendly, brotherly manner.) Be it to apologize for a foul committed against a player of the other team or to celebrate a crucial point. Okay, I just want to make it clear that I have no problems whatsoever with players showing their "affection" and sportsmanship. But the icky thing about it is that they are all sweaty and malagkit. Naghahalo-halo na mga pawis nila. Ick. I mean, can't they wait until they are dry and not sweaty enough to hug or pat each other and stuff? Hindi ba puwedeng high five na lang muna? Oh well, must be the surge of emotions. Besides, I probably tend to do the same during a serious badminton game. But then again, hindi rin! Postscript: Wrote this down on the back of an ATM receipt (with some add-ons as I type now) yesterday noon as I was watching The Boy and his highschool classmates/friends play against some other team. They signed up for the ABL once again and haven't won a single game ever since the games started four weeks ago. And to quote one of The Boy's teammates, "mathematically speaking," they need to sweep the last three games para hindi naman sila magmukhang olats na olats. (Hahaha, sorry Baby, I will still root for you and the rest of 4F-98, though. Hahaha.) Oh, and yes, I used an ATM receipt for lack of a small journal-which-I-can-bring-anywhere to write on. May the faeries send me someone who'll give me a journal, like a Moleskine. But not actually a Moleskine because that would be asking too much. (Though a Moleskine will be greatly, fabulously appreciated!) A small, lined, charming notebook will do. Mwehehehe.

Babuyan Islands conservation project

2005-02-02T18:44:00.000+08:00

for (a) those who know of this blog and visit from time to time or (b) those who happen to pass by, please take time to read the email below. you can spare five pesos of your prepaid load (or at least P25 of your postpaid), right? ≈ ≈ ≈ Dear Supporters of WWF-Philippines, We are pleased to share with you that since 2000, the Babuyan Islands Conservation Project has identified a total of 13 species of marine mammals (humpback whale, sperm whale, short-finned pilot whale, false killer whale, melon-headed whale, dwarf sperm whale, long-snouted spinner dolphin, spotted dolphin, bottlenose dolphin, Fraser’s dolphin, rough-toothed dolphin, Risso’s dolphin, and pygmy killer whale), the highest number recorded in the the Philippines! Moreover, we have catalogued 104 distinct individuals of humpback whales breeding and calving in the area. Through photo identification, our research team has also established that 11 humpbacks have come all the way from Japan to breed in the Babuyan Islands. This month, the Babuyan team is set to leave for the Islands and urgently needs your help! Donate TODAY by using your GLOBE prepaid or postpaid lines. Text to 2899993 (you can only donate in these amounts: 5, 25, 50, 100 or 300) Ex. 100 then send to 2899993 We eagerly wait for more information and new discoveries as the team embarks on its 6th year of research to continue studying the humpbacks, and eventually develop a coastal resource management program. For inquiries regarding the Babuyan Islands Conservation Project, please email Elson Aca at eaca@wwf.org.ph. Please freel free to forward this message to other people like you who want to help conserve our country's rich natural resources. Regards, Vix P.S. Please take a moment right now to send your donation. All it takes are a few keys on your cell phone. You'll be glad you did! Vicson C. Chua Membership Services Officer WWF-Philippines / Kabang Kalikasan ng Pilipinas LBI Building, 57 Kalayaan Ave. Diliman, Quezon City 1101 Tel: +63 2 920 7923 / 7931 / 7926 Fax: +63 2 426 3927 www.wwf.org.ph ≈ ≈ ≈ sige na! please donate! it doesn't matter if you can only spare five bucks. what matters is that you care enough to give. Ü (unlike someone i know. tsk tsk tsk.)