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oh look, a wish list!

2009-11-23T12:25:00.007+08:00

So. The holidays are drawing near. And though I know nobody would really bother to get me any of these stuff-- here's the obligatory wish list for Christmas (I mean, I could try, right?):

1. A print of this gorgeous Audrey Kawasaki painting to hang in my room.

"My Dishonest Heart" by Audrey Kawasaki
(photo via loveyourchaos)

Her paintings make me wish I never "outgrew" my love for painting and sketching. I am so in love with her work! And if you grant me this wish you are going to have my love forever. FOREVER!!

2. An iPod Classic. 160GB for the soundtrack of my life? YES PLEASE.

3. The tattoo of my dreams. Not revealing the design here, but hopefully I get this done next weekend yay!

4. These booties to walk all over you.

In black, preferably. Of course I'm also dreaming of these beauties but I'm not looking forward to limping home each end of the day. Heh.

5. A coffee maker plz.

6. Round trip tickets to Japan for next year! The idea of getting lost in Tokyo or Kyoto excites me like making babies with Johnny Depp. Please sana matuloy na (I'm looking at you Mira and Ria!)

7. These lovely things for my bedroom.

8. Moar lace in my undies. Yes.

9. A vintage portable turntable (That distinct crackling sound before the record begins to play? Love) or a vintage typewriter. Yes, the one that makes a lot of noise. Nothing like typing noisily at night and keeping your neighbors awake to make one's being a (struggling) writer legit.

Philips 1970s record player
(photo via nylvi)

The black and white one would look absolutely perfect in my room. <3

10. A complete set of all of Fiona Apple's albums. Because that woman is a god.

11. A polaroid camera!

12. And finally, a cat who will curl up to me, ignore me, make disapproving looks at me, and most of all relay cosmic wisdom through his feline ways to me when I'm home.

I can already tell that this cat and I are gonna get along real well.
(photo via savethekitties)

So there. My Christmas wish list. But you guys know I'll be happy with a book, a donut, or a bottle of beer. And oh yeah, a compass. I'm doing feng shui with my room. Stop laughing.

On a more socially relevant note, I also wish for Erap to go back to making movies. And stay there.

aren't we glad babies can't talk yet

2009-11-21T09:42:00.004+08:00

Okay people. Somebody just named their child after a TV station. How about a slow clap for these folks? Oh wait. You GMA-7 fans wouldn't let them get away with this, won't you. Come on, let's name a clueless baby out there GMA-7. And while we're at it, let's have a TV-5 as well. And Q-TV. Let's cover everything, we're like, taking the whole baby-naming to a whole different level.

And you thought inserting random h's to names was bad.

my apologies if my header hurts your eyes plz

2009-11-20T08:53:00.002+08:00

If you're a regular reader of this blog (hah, I feel like a douche for saying that) you might remember my old heading which actually looked a little cute but got a little boring...anyway, I digress. That same heading went kaput earlier this week because apparently my photobucket account has already expired (I haven't visited it in the last couple of years) so I had to make a new header (turn your eyes a bit higher on the page please. See that ugly thing on top? Yesss, that's it).

Feel free to LOL.

today

2009-11-04T13:29:00.004+08:00

(photo via justbesplendid)

THANK YOU UNIVERSE, FOR JOHNNY DEPP.

Johnny, my heart. It is yours.

this is why I believe in horoscope

2009-10-22T18:45:00.010+08:00

In Chinese horoscope, in particular.

That explains a lot.

Yup, meet my prince charming.

Kaya naman pala hindi makarating-rating kasi galing pa sa ibang planeta, shet.

frog prince, my foot.

2009-10-03T18:16:00.004+08:00

So this morning there was a frog in the bathroom.

I was about to take a bath when something brown fell to the floor with a suspicious splat. Being still a bit half asleep and blind without my glasses I curiously moved closer to check the thing. Then it fucking leaped to the wall and scaled it. Fucking scaled the damn wall.

It was a good thing that I hadn't stripped down to take a bath yet, or I would've run naked and screaming out of the place, scaring the neighbors at 6 o' clock in the morning.

Whoever thought about a frog prince turning into a prince LIED. What woman in her right mind would kiss a brown, wet, wall-climbing frog? Even a drunk or a loony would think twice, ESPECIALLY IF THE FROG STARTED TALKING. O hai I'm a frog but I'm your prince kiss me? I'd be definitely suspicious. Of the frog. And my sanity.

Why didn't they just make it the Dog Prince? Or the Cat Prince. Or the Elephant Prince. You know, at least something mammal?

how not to help the typhoon Ondoy victims

2009-10-02T01:17:00.005+08:00

and the world in general:

1. Posting a status message like this in your FB account:

XXXXXXX XXXXXXX: XXXXX XXXXXX: saw ds blogs in twitter from koreans.1 of d koreans said " hav u heard the news? The monkey island Philippines is flooded. I hope the rain will nver stop to drown those monkeys" all of them laughing!! Anoder korean said" ...............they will all die because monkeys cannot swim" then laughed..Pls pass ds msg Send as many as u can! koreans in our country dsnt deserve our hospitality(reposting)

First off, I saw this "blogs in twitter" that you folks are talking about and it could easily be fake. And even if it's not fake, making a hate campaign to ALL Koreans because of "this blogs in twitter" doesn't just make us NOT ANY DIFFERENT from this irrelevant poster it also makes us terribly stupid for actually wasting our time and energy on "this blogs in twitter" when we have people dying at this very moment who could use our help.

So why don't we all just ignore the haters (imaginary and real) and focus on helping get things done? You know, like getting off of your computer reposting chismis and go out, help people?

2. Not learning from this experience. If we continue to throw your garbage everywhere except the right place, then we're not helping. If we continue to demolish our forests like there was no tomorrow, then we're not helping. If we do not think of long term solutions fast, then we're not helping. If we vote for leaders who don't have the environment as a top priority in their platform, then we're not helping.

3. Not giving a shit. But we all know we can't do much about this part, don't we.

SOS

2009-09-26T20:52:00.009+08:00

As I'm writing this typhoon Ondoy has already wrecked havoc in most of Luzon. Hundreds, if not thousands of people in Manila (and nearby provinces) need our help.

I'm reposting the following emergency contact information from Manuel L. Quezon III's blog, let's do what we can:

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Here’s what you can do even if you’re home

1. E-mail friends/relatives overseas to donate to their national Red Cross for Philippine flood victim relief.

2. If possible, contact the nearest chapter of the Philippine National Red Cross to find out how you can help wrap and prepare relief goods or contribute to information dissemination and other ways to keep people in touch.

3. Call your parish to find out plans when rains subside so you know where , how to help.

4. Pledge what would’ve been this weekend’s luxuries money for disaster relief.
Emergency/Rescue/Evacuation:

Red Cross: 143, 527-0000. Centers for relief: Red Cross chapters in Rizal, QC, Valenzuela, Bulacan. Send full address of stranded friends/family to Sen. Dick Gordon 09178997898/0938444BOYS

National Disaster Coordinating Council (NDCC) Emergency Numbers: 912-5668, 911-1406, 912-2665, 911-5061. Help hotlines: 734-2118, 734-2120.

Metro Manila Development Authority (MMDA): 136

Philippine Coast Guard: 527-6136

Bureau of Fire Protection Region III (Central Luzon) Hotline: (045) 9634376

MERALCO hotlines: 0917-5592824, 0920-9292824

Contact NCRPO 838-3203, 838-3354 for rubber boat requests. You can also text 0917-422-6800 or 0927-675-1981 for rescue dump trucks. Appeal for those able, to lend 4×4 trucks for rescue. Pls send truck to Greenhills Shoppng Center Unimart Grocery to await deployment, tel. 09209072902

Office of Sen Villar to rescue stranded people: 0917-4226800, 0917-2414864, 0927-6751981

Please go to GMA Facebook page & post addresses of people in need of immediate help.
Relief/Shelter/Donations:

Red Cross donation through SMS: text REDAMOUNT to 2899 (Globe) or 4483 (Smart)

Relief Goods can be sent to Caritas Manila Office at Jesus St., Pandaca Manila near Nagtahan Bridge (tel.no. 5639298/5639308). Relief goods can also be brought Radio Veritas at Veritas Tower West Ave. Corner EDSA (tel no. 9257931-40).

Aquino volunteers: contact Jiggy Cruz who is organizing relief goods collection and distribution. Or call Ms. Clare Amador at mobile no 9285205508 or Jana Vicente at 9285205499 for more details regarding Noy/Mar relief efforts.

Roxas volunteers: donations for flood relief can be brought to Balay, Expo Centro, Edsa cor. Gen, MacArthur, Araneta Center, Cubao.

Victory Fort is opening its doors to those affected by the typhoon. Call 813-FORT

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This storm reminds me of another typhoon which caught us by surprise: typhoon Reming. That betch of a typhoon took so many lives in Legazpi (Albay). My family and I would've lost our lives too had we not evacuated our house (which was in an area which never flooded before-- until that storm.). Remains as one of the scariest things to ever happen in my life.

Also.

Dear next President of the Philippines, please make environment a top priority. PLEASE.

UPDATE:

MARIKINA RESCUE: 6462436 Boats now available. Please contact Nor Domingo/La Salle Greenhills 0920 907 290

ABS-CBN hotline to report situation in you area: 4163641

Jam 88.3. Call 631-8803 -or SMS - JAM (space) 883 (space) ur msg to 2968

Marikina Evac Center Numbers, in case you need to check if people you know are there 6462360 6462370

ATENEO now an open shelter accepts refugees… call 09178952792

Red Cross Rizal Chapter operations center 635-0922, 634-7824 needs drinking water, canned goods, clothing for Cainta, Mkina, S. Mateo

for more updates click:

http://www.typhoon2000.ph/

http://twitter.com/ANCALERTS

http://filipinovoices.com/typhoon-ondoy-emergency-disaster-relief-numbers

http://burymeinthisdress.com/blog/2009/09/where-to-send-donations-for-victims-of-typhoon-ondoy/

http://spreadsheets.google.com/ccc?key=0Ai4KmPHsK-wPdG9odTlrdGhOVTZhbmxmMjFMb3cwOGc&hl=en

Interactive emergency map: http://bit.ly/q1cEf

Collaborative Disaster Response WIKI for Typhoon #Ondoy w/Maps, Anyone can signup, edit and post: http://bit.ly/1UYLir

http://peaceloveandrevolution.com/blog/one-can-save-the-world/

i don't know about you guys

2009-09-23T18:24:00.006+08:00

Hi boys wanna have some fun?
(Winona Ryder and Angelina Jolie via cerebral museum)

but I would totally go gay for Winona Ryder in this photo. In fact, I'm gay for her at this very moment.

So excuse me while I post a couple of quotes from their 1999 movie, Girl, Interrupted:

Susanna (narrating): ...Maybe, there's a moment growing up when something peels back... Maybe, maybe, we look for secrets because we can't believe our minds...

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Lisa: Take one fuckin' step and I'll jam this in my aorta. [aiming a pen at her neck]
Valerie: Lisa, your aorta is in your chest.
Lisa: Good to know.

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Susanna: [reading from a book] "Borderline Personality Disorder. An instability of self-image, relationships and mood... uncertain about goals, impulsive in activities that are self-damaging, such as casual sex."
Lisa: I like that.
Susanna: "Social contrariness and a generally pessimistic attitude are often observed."
[pauses]
Susanna: Well that's me.
Lisa: That's everybody.

(Note: Lisa was Angelina, Susanna was Winona)

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Fucking amazing, IMO. Haha.

And if you haven't watched this movie yet, go watch it! Buy it somewhere and watch it! You have to!

Ok. Enough about fandom.

What have I learned lately?

I learned that while most of the time I refrain from making wishes or imploring to the universe to give me something that I want because it may just result to fail-- the universe knows, and gives me exactly what I'm most afraid to ask at the very moment when my insides are saying, ask, ask, the universe is listening.

What was it that author Paulo Coelho said? That when you really want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it?

I learned that I am still very bad in math.

I learned that cookies and cream ice cream tastes a lot better when a friend surprises you with it in your station! (Thank you!)

I learned that when in doubt, mumble. Or speak in Tagalog.

I learned that if you don't want to forget a secret that must remain a secret, tumble it, and get on with life.

I learned that even though temporary fixes may be temporary, they do keep things from breaking to pieces, from completely falling apart. Sometimes, it's the temporary fixes that keep things together. Things, like maybe you, and me. Which isn't so bad right?

I learned that if you put me on prolonged solitary confinement without access to the internet or books or my phone I would totally go bonkers.

Which is exactly why I have my new neighbors to thank rite? Thank you new neighbors, for sharing your intarnuts. You don't know it (oh no you don't) but you guys make sanity possible on Sundays and Mondays.

What I still don't get:

Tumbularity
Purple skinnies
Formulas
That stupid song that goes mga tambay lang kami sawa sa babae
All Rihanna songs translated to Tagalog
All hit songs translated to Tagalog for the love of god stop it already.

back from outer space

2009-09-12T16:08:00.005+08:00

And I...am moving back to Pasig tomorrow!

And my room has big enough windows, where the sun can tease the sleep out of my eyes each morning. Yes, I have a thing for windows. I think I like them better than doors, haha.

My new home will be almost just a stone's throw (or two) from where I work, and I won't have to endure the horrendous traffic that I have, thanks to my imaginary anger management sessions-- managed to endure in the past two months.

But Antipolo has been great, like a refuge. I will especially miss the view away from the city, and that special sound of the rain falling on trees. But I figure that I can't live so far from the big bad city, ugly as it is sometimes. I guess I am a city girl afterall. I can not be far away from chaos. Or 7/11s.

So yeah. Hello again, Pasig. :)

TEAM ANNA, FTW!

2009-09-02T13:15:00.008+08:00

"I have cancer."

It's one of the last things you'd want to hear from somebody you love. Sure they can say abominable stuff like "I'm pregnant and I'm not sure who the father is but it could be that shady character from last night". Or "I just lost my job because my boss caught me watching porn in the office". Or "I pooped and it wouldn't flush!1!!"

But not "I have cancer".

We always think that the sad stuff we see in movies and soap operas would never happen to us and the people close to us. We live in a world filled with everyday worries-- trivial matters, come to think of it -- that it would never occur to us that tragedy would hit. We live our lives thinking that somehow the love we shower to those close to us and the love showered to us by those who love us are enough to shield us from the truly terrible side of life.

But as it turns out, the universe always has a different plan. One that's always, always shockingly different from our own.

I'm writing this blog for one of my most favorite people in the world who was diagnosed with cancer and is celebrating her birthday today. When our dear friend Anna told us she had neuroendoctrine tumor, a type of cancer, several weeks ago we could only stare blankly at her in disbelief and shock, as if she've begun speaking in some alien language our minds couldn't decipher. It was as if the universe was just playing a not so funny joke on us. We looked at the universe incredulously with "YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING" expressions on our faces, willing ourselves to laugh. I mean, how could it be? Anna is one of the most awesome people on earth! She can make you laugh when all you want to do is slash your wrists! She can outdrink everyone (without acting like a doofus unlike some other people out there)! She throws the best parties! And she can make the most awesome pasta in the world and bake the most amazing cheesebars and brownies in the world! Cancer doesn't happen to awesome people!

But it does. And it did, to Anna. And now she's fighting the fight of her life. And having no power to convince or charm the universe to just take the cancer away or just transfer it to some evil politician who's less deserving of earthly space than she is, we'd like to help Anna WIN this battle in our own little way: we're selling ballers with the words "i cancervive" embossed in them. For just P100.00 you can help us help Anna WIN THIS BATTLE. All proceeds will go to her chemotherapy (which she'll undergo every 21 days) and other medical expenses.

For orders (or if you're more generous, pledges -- bless you, bless you!) please email Mitch at rmitchel_26@yahoo.com or get in touch with her via YM (mitchcanimo). You can also reach us at 09212654877.

For you guys with the more generous hearts:

Account name: Kristine Anne Alvarez

Account number: 131-106391-3

I'm sure that the universe will find a way to repay all of your kindness (like a date with that hottie you've been eyeing for years now?)

Fighting!!

Help us help Anna win against cancer. Wear the icancervive baller. Be part of TEAM ANNA, FTW!!

P.S.

Anna says thanks to all you guys!

emotional connection with aliens, I haz it.

2009-08-30T23:55:00.008+08:00

Here's the thing: I don't like sci-fi movies.

Next only to horror movies and corny Tagalog films that star the likes of Jinggoy Estrada, I steer clear of this film genre. I guess creatures that resemble supersized insects and have gunk dripping all over them (hello there Alien), giant snakes (hello there Anaconda), man-eating zombies (hello there Night of the Living Dead), and evil, psychotic slashers who obtain joy from dismembering teenagers (hello, Freddie Krueger) aren't my thing. There are a few exceptions tho, like Carrie, TV's The Andromeda Strain and FRINGE, and Independence Day *don't judge me!*-- but I digress.

But I watched District 9 today and surprise, surprise-- IT WAS AWESOME.

I wasn't expecting District 9 to be the kind of movie that it was. I was bracing myself for lots of senseless dismemberment and gore all over the place, the kind that won't let me sleep for days after I've seen the movie. Instead the film turned out to be, I daresay, a thought-provoking experience. Sure there were still graphic scenes but it wasn't all just that. What I really liked was how District 9 almost accurately painted the kind of scenario that could happen when and should aliens and humans be forced to cohabitate on earth-- and the humanity, or inhumanity of mankind's reaction to it.

So awesome was it that I found myself rooting for Christopher (the "prawn") and his son, and almost tearing up at the last scenes involving the main protagonist, Wikus (yep, that sound you hear is the sound of aliens going "aawwwwww".

So yeah, go watch District 9, folks. But if you're looking for a movie that'll scare the shit out of you and leave your brain on temporary paralysis--this is not your type of movie. Because this movie will NOT make you braindead.

* I had difficulty with dinner after the movie tho-- I couldn't eat the meatballs without thinking of the alien uhmm...limb. ='/ Sort of like the time I watched Finding Nemo? When I couldn't eat fish without thinking that his parents might be looking for him?

excuse me while I whine?

2009-08-21T15:13:00.005+08:00

I suppose that I should let you guys know that I'm having a mindbleed, yes, a mindbleed-- from trying to find a place of my own that's nearer to where I work. I've realized that like all other impulsive decisions I've made in the past, moving to Antipolo (now matter how puuurdy and chillin' it is there) was well. Let's just call it a...learning experience.

So now I am desperate for a place of my own. Desperate, you hear?

I only want a few things for this future place of my own:

Space big enough to not make me feel like I'm in a coffin. (A studio type apartment would do)

Big windows.

Clean, safe neighborhood.

Friendly neighbors. Or neighbors that don't give a f-- okay, friendly neighbors would be great!

That it be no more than 2 rides away to where I work. Because I absolutely loathe getting stuck in traffic.

So if you guys can recommend a place in Pasig or Mandaluyong, I'll be very grateful. I'll be so grateful I'll go to church. Or something. No seriously. I do need help with this?

and it starts when you fall

2009-08-17T00:07:00.007+08:00

I don't mind the world today
the fear in me is strong
and I love you
No one had to fend,
to fold, to see
with me
tonight

I went to church today. It seemed like today was a good day to pray, or have some semblance of communication with The Unseen Hand that supposedly has a say in everything that happens in this universe. I've become a bit wary of conversing with this higher power for a time now. Maybe I've lost my religion, or maybe my religion has lost me. More often than not I've found myself not knowing what to ask for-- not that I've run out of things to ask for, because there's a lot-- but I don't know. Maybe I still don't know what I want. Or maybe I'm just afraid to ask? Because I might not get it. Or I may just get it, and then not know what to do. Like now.

Ends when you change your life
Give you my soul, as long as you find your way
Starts when you fall and ends when you change your life
Give you my soul, as long as you find your way to shine
to shine

I sure hope the higher power is listening. Maybe He (or She) will consider using His (or Her) upper hand this time? And point me To Somewhere More Than This?

Starts When You Fall (The Killer and the Star)

This song. It owns my heart.

Because right now, I'm waiting for you to shine.

it's sabeerday

2009-07-18T15:52:00.003+08:00

and this girl's gonna partey in...

5..4..3..2..

(I promise to get back to this biznez in a few...days. Well. That is if anyone's still there reading this blog haha. See ya guys, I'm still alive, don't worry. In the meantime you can check out my twits~)

This fire

2009-07-02T11:41:00.003+08:00

(* this is a note I posted in my FB last night, just reposting it here with a few edits because I'm lazy like that. Heh.)

A few days ago I finished reading Haruki Murakami's After Dark. Here's an excerpt:

"You know what I think?" she says. "That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn't matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They're all just fuel. Advertising fillers in the newspaper, philosophy books, dirty pictures in a magazine, a bundle of ten-thousand-yen bills: when you feed 'em to the fire, they're all just paper. The fire isn't thinking, 'Oh, this is Kant,' or 'Oh, this is the Yomiuri evening edition,' or "Nice tits," while it burns. To the fire, they're nothing but scraps of paper. It's the exact same thing. Important memories, not-so-important memories, totally useless memories: there's no distinction--they're all just fuel."

"You know, I think if I didn't have that fuel, if I didn't have these memory drawers inside me, I would've snapped a long time ago. I would've curled up in a ditch somewhere and died. It's because I can pull the memories out of the drawers when I have to--the important ones and the useless ones--that I can go on living this nightmare of a life. I might think I can't take it anymore, that I can't go on anymore, but one way or another I get past that."

Yeah. I liked this part so much I typed and posted it via my mobile phone.

Ah, memories.

The time he asked if I was hungry and I said no, not really while eyeing the hotdogs and waffles and then telling him later while munching on the same hotdog and waffle that di ako gutom gusto ko lang ngumuya ("I'm not hungry I just want to chew") and that look on his face, what a funny.

Swimming with the whale sharks.

The kid pressing his face in the coffee shop's glass windows.

Sunlight streaming through the windows.

That time, accent training for my first (and last) call center job-- when I stupidly misread compromise as "com-promise".

My dog Sugar giving me that sad, sad look that morning he died.

Not waking up in my own bed.

Anna Nalick singing, but, my god, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles.

HongKong, Singapore.

That "Chika-Chika" song playing in the FX on my way home.

Tonight's argument with my mother.

Burn, burn, burn.

a change will do you good

2009-06-18T15:43:00.004+08:00

Or so I've heard.

So I've moved indefinitely, to a friend's house in Antipolo (shout out to Cat!).

Yes, it is far compared to my former apartment which was just a stone's throw away from my office, but what the hell, at least I'll have some peace of mind. Or at least a more comfortable bed. And a bigger room. And a fridge where I can store and raid, at any given time, a slice of yummeh caramel cake. And hotdogs. And last night's leftover dinner. And cold err--drinks.

I've yet to get used to waking up EARLIER than usual, and the traffic on the way to the office is challenging what I learned in anger management class. But that's okay. My primary complaint as of the moment is having to sit next to people who sweat a lot in the FX. I'm not exactly a fan of receiving bodily fluids from total strangers. Yes, I will be the unsmiling person sitting at the edge of my seat for an hour if that will save me from feeling your sweat seeping through my clothes, thanks much.

Well. That's it for now. Gotta catch a bus to the hometown this girl's going to be a bridesmaid this weekend!

when i finally get my own place

2009-06-06T15:50:00.002+08:00

...maybe I'll be more clearheaded and I'll be able to blog about nice things like

what a grand time I had in Singapore while I was there and how I'd like to go back for another visit

or

how the rain, constant rain reminds me of what it's like to be a kid to not worry about your shoes getting wet or getting sick or that icky flood

or

how sometimes a smile can make you wonder what that mouth would taste like

or

how I miss pancakes and Milo and pears and blueberry cheesecake

or

how I finally found my own place.

Which I haven't done yet.

this hopeful little girl

2009-05-22T08:28:00.007+08:00

Kythira, Greece (photo from It's only superstition)

I want a blue wooden door

like the ones you find so many in Greece

and I want you

to open it

and get in.

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What is the best

and quickest way

to pack for a trip?

Just dump everything in the damn suitcase

and get going, get going!

***

To wake up

a stranger

in a foreign city.

Joy.

***

I am headed to Singapore tonight!

want, wont, want

2009-05-14T15:23:00.005+08:00

So I made a secret Tumblr account because well, some things just have to come out in secret -- softly, in the company of the other things that gnaw at the heart but cannot be named without taking down walls and exposing one's self naked for all the world to see.

Which I can not do because I like to appear Meg Ryan-y as often as I can: quirky, funny, and pretty (yes?). And on those days that I can't I'll just fool you with my multiple personality problems. Or some random reference to alcohol.

Anyway.

I'm liking Tumblr so far. A lot of awesomecakes people there, and the photos, the photos are love, love, love!

(photo by Loren Zemlicka as posted in twentythree)

I so want a vintage-y bicycle.

about a girl

2009-05-05T15:34:00.003+08:00

These are the things that made me afraid today:

Not being able to settle my credit card bills, getting sued, and getting locked up in a jail somewhere where I won't be able to blog, twitter, party, shoot pictures, and see sunsets. Worse, I'd have to wear orange all the time. I hate the color orange.

That my state of distraction and my constant feeling of not being quite there would result to replying something incoherent and embarrassing to people I'm talking to, like mumbling something about being a black hole in your universe, dancing cows and riding unicorns when I'm being asked about where to save files and shit like that.

Falling down the flight of stairs.

Not being okay for a long time.

Looking and liking what I'm seeing too much.

Getting too fat.

Being always almost there but never really making it.

A burnout.

Getting old and not really getting it.

Losing the fight. Wait, what am I fighting anyway?

Being lost, permanently.

lost and sober

2009-04-27T16:37:00.007+08:00

I only have reminders for myself for this blog entry:

1. Jose Cuervo is not my friend.

Message in a bottle: "Let's go to hell. Together!"

On the two occasions I drank this I lost my wallet, my reflexes, some parts of my memory (thank god?) and a little of my dignity (or so I'd like to think). Which isn't really completely a bad thing, says my guy-buddies. Which makes me all the more suspicious. So yeah, Jose Cuervo, we're not friends.

...but I don't really hold grudges, so...

2. Be careful of those sockets and plugs, so says my mother. She says my sister dreamt of me getting electrocuted. Possible explanation: I have to be more careful of everything that involves electricity (does that feeling you get when you meet eyes with your crush count? No? Kk). Either that, OR, my sister really hates me.

(Strangely enough I've always had this irrational fear of getting run over by a speeding truck. When crossing a busy street I go into silent panic, and if ever a companion so hesitates while crossing the street you can expect that silent panic to turn into a not so pleasant shriek. So yeah, thank you to those who offer their arm or hand to me during these times, you sweet you, heh.)

3. Remember to save some money. Singapore trip is in a few weeks.

I'd remind myself of a few more things, but those things already qualify under stuff I already know.

Let me tell you about two posts that blew me away today tho:

Rom's Love Letter
Modern Patadyong's Hunas

I wish that I could just write down all the demons that I've been indulging in my mind lately the way these two could, but no, I could only read their words and nod my head and say, yeah, that's it. That's how it feels. That's how it is.

On a lighter note, can I just say let's *high five* the makers of Ang Blog ng Mga Tunay na Lalake?

waiting for the wild things to come

2009-04-11T16:56:00.009+08:00

Because movies like The Neverending Story, Mac and Me, and E.T. made a permanent impression in my consciousness as a child (I honestly believed there was a giant flying dog slash dragon somewhere), because only movies like these can coax an emotional reaction from me AND because I have an uhm, fertile imagination...

I know riite??

I AM SO GONNA CAN'T WAIT FOR THIS MOVIE.

The movie adaptation of Maurice Sendak's award-winning children's picture book Where the Wild Things Are is coming to theaters near me this year!

How adorable is this? *sniff*

So lucky to have stumbled on this on wecouldgrowup2gether's fabulous blog (thanks much!)

Watch the trailer here.

"Inside all of us is a wild thing."

Indeed.

why is it called Good Friday again?

2009-04-10T16:46:00.007+08:00

And so it is, Good Friday, and I went to work.

But yesterday, I went to church. Rom, you couldn't have said things better. (If I were in the province I would be joining the traditional Via Dolorosa later as I've been doing so for many years now having been raised a Catholic thank you, and I predict I'd be more and more disenchanted with the "religious" when I see people in the procession gossiping, making pacute to other processioneers (ok fine inimbento na word), and generally just not being there --but that's another story).

So in the absence of something religious to do tonight I'll be around, roaming the city (trafficless!) to hopefully capture the faithful-- and the faithless with my cameras while Jesus is well, supposed to be dead (this is not a wrong thing to say, is it? Lightning strike to me?).

I hope my point and shoot skillz don't disappoint.

So yeah, be good, people.

this refrain.

2009-04-07T17:38:00.005+08:00

Nothing like something you can't or shouldn't have to make things more interesting. That transformation is...scary. I'm sorry, but who wants to look like The Jacko reinvented these days? The thought of having so much to do in 2 days, and nothing in 3 is making me panic a little. You shouldn't put color in everything sometimes it just is that, nothing. Excitement. I just want a house near the beach where I can wake up to white curtains dancing in the breeze and the blue of the ocean just waiting, waiting outside. I wish I could find in me the spirit of Lent but I can't. Maybe tomorrow I will? Once in a while you find a status message that'll keep the day interesting. The other day I went to church with a friend to pray (yes to pray for courage maybe) and I felt weird after. Not hallelujah-weird, but hhhhmmm-weird. Sometimes it just feels like God is too busy to pay attention you know? How important could wanting a guy to go bonkers over you can be over the (remote) possibility of a nuclear war/disaster thanks to North Korea? Anyway. You, don't do that. She'll take a tumble on you roll you like you were dice until you come out blue...If you're having too much fun should you stop and start to think? I'm kinda jealous of all my friends heading home for the long holy week vacation, but I absolutely detest having to brave the crowds in the terminals so I'll just stay put. The brakes, step on the brakes luv. And stay sane. And sober. Because getting drunk is not an OK idea when you're alone and wanting something you shouldn't. Too much. The universe does not like that. But I do. So. Why'd you have to be so cute. Yes please to some vodka. I wish giving in was as easy as this.

Please to forgive my jumble of thoughts, obviously somebody's not thinking straight. Hope to post something 'bout my Pangasinan beach-capade (pics!) or something that will closely resemble a decent blog entry soon folks.

beach tiemz!

beach tiemz!!

2009-03-28T15:46:00.003+08:00

That's where I'm headed in 5...4...3...

the morning after

2009-03-23T11:06:00.004+08:00

So. I'm in Antipolo weekending at a friend's house. This is what I do to escape the city, or well, try to.

Anyway, so naturally I was intoxicated again Saturday night. I found myself in Kalesa Grille with Cat, Jo, and Janet discussing what else, world issues. Our world issues. Haha. We ended up downing four buckets of beer and by the time we were headed home I was knocked out in the backseat of the car and talking to the fairies in my sleep.

In the morning I realized a few things:

1. Beer is not my friend. I shall now stick to vodka, whose loyalty to me means I will not have to wake up feeling like the rock of Gibraltar has been relocated to the friggin' top of my head.

2. Criminal by Fiona Apple soundtracks nicely to my flirting skills after 5 bottles of beer.

3. I am still mystified by the necessity of exposed midsections in women singing in showbands.

4. I cannot believe I'm already 30 and I still drink like a college girl. Shouldn't I have a more sophisticated, grown up taste in drinks at this age, like wines and martinis. Not construction worker type drinks like Gran Matador, Red Horse, and Ginebra Gin.

5. I want a bath tub. And an awesome shower, like this:

6. It feels so good, to be finally over some pointless issues.

Also, I am totally digging this song right now:

I KNOW RIIITE??

and the lesson for today kids is

2009-03-12T16:46:00.002+08:00

photo via: wordboner (my new fave site!!)

Especially when I have had a drink too many, my friend Anna said to me the other day ("lumalabas pagkamalandi mo").

Heh. =P

And oh yes, just as I suspected today turned out to be another one of those bipolar Thursdays. Yesterday I wanted to mope, today --well, let's just say the universe had time to play with me today.

What's your name
What's your game
Show me how to play
~ Natural Disaster, The Plain White T's

waiting

2009-03-11T18:17:00.003+08:00

I can't wait.

I can't wait. For a lot of things.

The beach, the joy of summer.

I can't wait for joy, joy, joy

to come back

and take me away.

there isn't something missing...or is there?

2009-03-10T17:10:00.005+08:00

I feel a bit lost today, sort of off-kilter. You know that feeling when you enter your room and it looks the same and normal but it feels different? Like something has been moved, or touched, without you knowing?

Yeah, something like that.

just a quickie

2009-02-25T18:50:00.006+08:00

Just a few quick things before this blog totally goes softly into cyber-oblivion:

1. I'm very busy but pleasantly content with work these days. I do have my must have my anger management moments but yeah, I'm pretty happy with what I do now.

2. I miss the outdoors though. And taking photos. (Sometimes it does get to a point when you get sick of seeing your face in your phone, camera, and facebook albums. LOL)

3. My Singapore trip originally planned next month has been moved to May. But this time it's for sure -- Mira's already booked tickets for the both of us this week. This is it, Mirz!

4. My friends and I will be watching You Changed My Life (Don't laugh!) this weekend. That's right, the Sarah Geronimo - John Lloyd Cruz starrer. I'm fond of that girl (she CAN act, not like some pretty, very popular faces out there), and I do think John Lloyd Cruz is one of the better young actors these days. I hate the movie title tho. Come on Star Cinema/Viva people, lazy much??

5. I want a tan, and I want the beach more.

6. Familiar with the song The Sun Ain't Shining No More? I love the hippie feel!

7. Watched Will Smith's 7 Pounds. I was told it was a tearjerker -- but well, it was okay. The movie reminded me of Smith's previous "tearjerker", The Pursuit of Happyness (which I liked). Must be Will Smith's same acting? Or maybe I just am immune to tearjerker movies.

8. Watched Frost/Nixon. Was mesmerized by Frank Langella's portrayal of former US President Richard Nixon.

9. Watched Vicky Cristina Barcelona. Loved it! The film was told in a deceptively simple way but it gets to you -- the way that what is true in our relationships with the universe and with people are both simple and complicated, both blissful and sad, both hopeful and pointless. I immediately felt an affinity to the character Vicky, but found myself contemplating on my own restlessness thanks to Cristina. And Penelope Cruz was really good in this one. Must watch more Woody Allen films!

10. Watched Milk. Sean Penn is a god.

11. There's a recurring want among us friends (aside from food, the occasional party, and the yummeh opposite sex) -- having our fortunes told. Last time (ages ago, really. I was still in college!) I had mine told in the province the fortune teller warned me that I will be a kabit (translated: mistress) not once, but twice. So far, the prediction hasn't come to fruition. Yet. LOL.

12. One of these days, you'll miss your train and come stay with me
We'll have drinks and talk about things, any excuse to stay awake with you
You'll sleep here, i'll sleep there, but then the heating may be down again
at my convenience
we'd be good, we'd be great together.
~ Goodnight and Go, Imogen Heap

The Airborne Toxic Event, yo.

2009-02-16T18:15:00.003+08:00

Totally digging this song:

"You just have to see her, you just have to see her
You know that she'll break you in two"
~ Sometime Around Midnight (The Airborne Toxic Event)

-- so angsty!

BTW, thanks to all those who remembered and made my birthday a happy birthday! Sorry I haven't been able to update this blog as often as I want to -- been really busy the past weeks. Also, I seem to be running out of things to talk about, or at least talk in public about. Haha.

countdown to thirty

2009-02-07T20:02:00.005+08:00

...and talking in tags (this was a tagging business going on in facebook, but I decided to post it here because well, I'm lazy that way):

25 Random Things About Me:

1. There's this great burger joint in Kapitolyo, Pasig that I frequent with my friends -- Charlie's. I swear the burgers there are made of sin.

YUMMEH!

2. I'm not really sure if I like marriage -- in fact, last week, while attending my friend's church wedding I was almost sure that I was developing an aversion to marriage. Sure I think weddings are romantic ceremonies, but I don't know, I'm kinda not very excited about the whole tying the knot thing. But if I absolutely just have to get married, it has to be a beach wedding, with everyone barefoot, and with a cool master of ceremonies (a pastor a priest whoever) who won't drone on about how family planning is an act of evil (obviously I have issues here haha).

3. I'm currently agnostic. I'm open to a spiritual experience but I'm not very keen on anything that will involve religious rituals and what have you.

4. I cried the first time I watched Land Before Time (you know, that cartoon about dinosaurs?)

5. I'm a fan of Korean cinema and television. In fact it's fairly safe to say that I get my romantic flick fix from Korean films like Ditto, Sad Movie (yes, it was sad alright), The Classic, and Madeleine, and Korean TV series like Goong (Princess Hours) and My Girl. I can drone on about this like the fan girl that I am but let's move on to number 6.

6. I love canned tuna. Because I don't really cook (I can if I wanted to but I'm too lazy) my meal would usually consist of hot and spicy tuna mixed with crushed plain crackers or, any other flavored canned tuna on whole wheat bread.

7. I once tripped and fell to my knees in the middle of a busy street (that street just off the gas station at the end of Shaw Blvd.). In my red, 4-inch pumps. Yessir, I literally stopped traffic.

8. My favorite way to sleep is in my undies and an oversized and old men's shirt. Pajamas are good too, but only during the cold season. :)

9. Speaking of sleep, I cannot sleep without a blanket. I can without a pillow, but I must, must have a blanket. I do blankets even when the weather's hot.

10. I'm absolutely in love with Katy Perry's Thinking of You. The lines "you're like an Indian summer in the middle of winter, like a hard candy with a soft center" just about perfectly sums up some stuff in my life right now haha.

11. I tried being a vegetarian before. I only lasted 2 months. I love animals really, pigs and cows included -- but I can't stay away from burgers. And sisig. And fried chicken. =(

12. I cannot be happier with the friends I have right now.

13. I've never been a watch person. But after accompanying a friend selecting and buying (after 5 hours of looking!) I suddenly developed a desire to have one. Not one of those cutesy ladies' watches, but rather a men's chrono watch that will swallow my wrist and make hand flailing a chore. I want it for my birthday!

14. I prefer drinking hard drinks over beer. I used to outdrink everyone -- including all my hard drinking guy friends and never get hangovers. But now, I've uh, mellowed.

15. It's a wry sense of humor over good looks for me when it comes to men. But if I can have both, so much the better. Haha.

16. The very first novel I read was Mario Puzo's The Godfather. That was when I was in fourth grade.

17. I'm a real good listener. If there was an award like some sort of Grammy's for best listener (categories would be problems, fantasies, drunktalk, nonsense, and chismis) I would be a forerunner. I once told a friend, this is both my blessing and my curse.

18. I love being a stranger in a strange place. (I'm going to Singapore next month!)

19. I have a temper but I can never hold on to a grudge. All my friends who have known me for a long time know this and abuse this fact on a constant basis. =P

20. I won this Acer Aspire One notebook in our company Christmas Party last year. I never win in raffles, not even in those tickets they sell compulsary for P10 a bunch during grade school. But that night when they were drawing out the winners and I was on my way to the rest room to fix my face I actually heard a voice in my head saying my name before they called out my name. Really. Was it my imaginary friend talking to me? I don't know. haha.

21. I seem to always find myself drawn to men who are intelligent but emotionally daft.

22. I'm near sighted. If we know each other and pass each other and I don't smile that's because I couldn't see you. My eyes are L-375 and R-325.

23. I always have trouble sleeping early.

24. Plots, settings, dialogues, characters, and sound tracks run in my head constantly but I can't sit down and just put them all down and organize them into a story. Someday I'd love to be able to come up with a screenplay for a film or tv series.

25. I want to have Johnny Depp's babies.

Philippines, are you watching?

2009-01-21T08:35:00.007+08:00

Barack Obama is President.

President Barack Obama
(image from www.barackobama.com)

I'm excited, and hopeful -- for America, and the world.

I wonder when will we ever get that kind of hope here in the Philippines? When was the last time we were really, really hopeful about our country, and us, as a people?

Come to think of it, when was the last time we were inspired?

I'm kinda jealous of her.
Aside from being pretty (and not about to turn 30 anytime soon), she has a President she can believe in.
(Reuters image, taken from yahoo! news)

But today, I am hopeful. And happy that there is a man who can inspire change.

I just hope that we Filipinos are not just watching -- but more importantly, are learning from this historic event too.

When will our new day come?

President Barack Obama's speech here.

for the lack of more socially-relevant things to say

2009-01-12T00:59:00.009+08:00

I AM TURNING 30 NEXT MONTH.

ZOMG!!1! SRSLY?!?!
(just a small photo here, don't want to scare you guys with my funny big face)

Yup, that's right. I can no longer claim to be experiencing quarter-life crisis each time I do not know what I want. I still don't know what I want and what to want sometimes, but I do have about three more weeks right? Riggghhhht.

So let's see. Turning 30 (let's say this the most cheerful way possible) is my new year. And what do I plan (I purposely refrain from saying "goals" because "goals" are scary stuff) to achieve in my new year? No, let's replace that -- what do I want to do this year?

Yup, wanting something really bad should do the trick, and these are the things that I want:

1. Learn something new. I have been thinking about how my writing skills have been reduced and stuck to the cyber-yapping I've been doing lately. I've always wanted to write something relatively more memorable than "even his smoker's cough is sexy". See, I want to write something for the movies. I have all of these scenes and dialogues in my head and I never get to put them down on paper. If I ever did, I'd write a few sentences, stop, then forget all about it. I'm usually good at starting things, but always seem to end to get lost in the middle (this is also true in some other aspects of my life, but that's another post) and never reach an ending. Heh.

So yeah. Maybe I'll go back to school.

2. Have more out of town trips! I want to be a stranger again in a strange place! Hopefully, our Singapore trip pushes through this April. Any would be friends out there?

3. Save up. I've never really been a thrifty person, I've never been one to consciously and religiously set aside money for "future use". Maybe it's because of my self-indulgent nature, or maybe because I've never really worried about the future that much. But I think if I don't want to end up seriously broke in the future I'll have to start saving now (and shit, I'm almost 30!)

4. Go to the beach the soonest opportunity that comes. I just miss the beach. I want to feel the sand between my toes, I want to hear the ocean rush to the shore, and I want to be just engulfed by the beauty of it all. So yeah, hurry summer, hurry!

5. Give this blog a facelift. I mean really, it's so boring. Also, I need to learn how to exactly do that. I know a little HTML, CSS and stuff, but "a little" would mean "a lot" of me arm-twisting my cousin to help me get the right new look for this blog. So yes plz, teach me CSS and those things.

6. Earn more. Find ways to earn more moolah without resorting to criminal activity (kidding).

7. Like Helga, read more books and actually read those that I buy and not just leave them to dust in the corner of the room. Also, watch more of those Wong Kar Wai, Sofia Coppola types of films.

8. Eat healthier. To get to know other dinners than the canned tuna-crushed crackers if not chilimansi pancit canton that I'm very fond of.

9. Learn how to cook. For my own good.

10. Meet a man who actually has more balls than I do (channeling Salma Hayek.) LOL.

With that said, let's all go back to pretending I'm 24, shall we?

goodbye 2008, hello 2009!

2008-12-31T23:39:00.004+08:00

Before 2008 officially ends, I want to thank all of you guys who have inspired, perspired, and expired me this year!

(don't ask where I am, I'm in a secret, happy place haha)

HAPPIER NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!

things we lost in the party

2008-12-16T17:03:00.007+08:00

1. Emo niki. Yep. You may have noticed that I've taken a fancy to shoe-gazing lately, my out of happy tags coming one after the other. BUT. No more of that! I'm rejuvenated (yes, partly with alcohol but I'm good, I'm good now), I'm alive, awake, alert (okay maybe not very alert -- you can't be if you're a errrr-- a little spaced out), enthusiastic!

Okay. The real reason why emo niki is no more is that well, I'm over certain things and I just decided to quit worrying about the wrong things. Shit happens, we can wallow in it for a while and after that -- NEXT!!

Of course, there's always the fact that I could be bipolar.

night out (here with old friends Gracey and Edri)

And then there's what we call party therapy. You have to admit it, there something about laser lights, booze, good friends, and lastly T.I. or some hiphop thug blaring in your ears and coaxing your body to move that makes things a little brighter. Not world peace brighter, but brighter still.

yep, it's okay to post blurry photos too!

tama lang na magwala sa dance floor, haha

So yes to more parties plz.

2. My freaking stylus. In the midst of the afterparties I lost my phone's stylus. It's Bailey's fault. He made me do it. I just woke up (thankfully not in a strange bed), felt the bed for my phone, felt the phone for my stylus and found that it was gone. Good thing I had a spare. So yep, let the good times roll, baby (mayabang haha).

3. That normal feeling under my foot. You know? That thing you feel that assures you you still have your feet? I lost that after wearing 5-inch heels for a good nine hours. That's what you get trying to prettify for a night that would have you ending up drunk in some sofa somewhere.

4. And finally, my plans to purchase a laptop. Because YAY! I won an Acer Aspire One notebook during our office party -- the only major thing I've ever won in a raffle in my whole years of existence on this planet! Because ever since raffle tickets were invented I never won anything yet, not even some measly candy, shampoo, canned goods or anything. I never win these things but now yay, a little blue laptop! (Dear universe, are you trying to make up for making fun of me lately?)

why helo thar you little cheesecake, you, you!

So yup, life's a bitch and so are we. (Walang sense, syempre. lolz)

and then the universe hiccuped

2008-12-06T08:40:00.006+08:00

Yesterday was a very, very bad day.

Good friends suddenly lost their jobs, my friend Red got caught (as in caught a bullet in his chin) in the crossfire in that tragic shootout that happened in Parañaque and is now confined in the hospital, and most of all, yesterday it was clearer than ever that some things were over before they've even really begun.

On the brighter side of things, maybe it's just the universe's funny way of rebooting -- sort of giving us a new lease on life. Losing your job could mean you'll find a better (more deserving of your labor) one; getting shot -- but coming out alive is by no means something to get down on your knees and be grateful to the universe for; and things ending before they've even begun could mean that it was never meant for you anyway, that maybe, just maybe, it was just a taste of things to come (Great things, I hope, the taste test was pretty good and great things don't come easy in my life lately hehe.)

So yes Twinkle, I'd really like to think so too.

Song of the moment: Jack's Mannequin's The Resolution

the short term benefit of alcohol

2008-11-28T17:52:00.003+08:00

Yep. It strikes at the most unexpected moments.
Like that moment when you've just about drained your Mandrin & Cherry.

So what is love then is it dictated or chosen
Does it sing like the hymns of 1000 years
Or is it just pop emotion
And if it ever was there and it left
Does it mean it was never true
And to exist it must elude
Is that why I think these things of you
~ Indigo Girls| Mystery

More Mandrin & Cherry plz?

And hurry up already, weekandz!

blurry

2008-11-21T16:03:00.005+08:00

I have a million different things running in my mind today, most of them so fast they're just a blur. It's weird because I've decided to lie low on the thinking too much part and most of the time I do feel like my mind's been emptied and that nothing seems to fit anymore?

Anyway. Some thoughts, twitter style:

There are Christmas lights and lanterns everywhere but weirdly enough I cannot feel the spirit of Christmas. Yet. Or maybe I'm just waiting for the 13th month pay and parties and booze and shopping and gifts. Yeeeep, there goes my Christmas spirit.

"Everyone wants to be found." I think I ought to watch Lost In Translation again.

Maybe I should have listened to the stylist when he said I ought to not darken my hair. But now it's dark and well, the world is still the same. So who cares, right.

I'd love to be in Tokyo right now. Or in some other exotic place, maybe a name I can't even pronounce. I miss being a stranger in a strange place.

There has to be something I want for Christmas. Oh yeah, that. But I wouldn't hold my breath for it.

Wouldn't it be nice to walk in the rain?

I miss my Holga camera. Poor Boris, locked away in the darkness (and mess) of my closet. I ought to get rolls of film and take him out on a trip soon.

She's waiting like an iceberg
Waiting to change
But she's cold inside
She wants to be like the water
~ On The Other Side of The World lyrics, KT Tunstall

I should make a list of things I can give to my godchildren. Now if only I can remember their names...

I should catch up with my books. There are several of them waiting ignored and unread beside my bed. About A Boy should be a fascinating read.

Lamp posts are lonely. So are trash bins. One lights our way at night, the other gets the shit we don't want or need anymore. Both under appreciated. (Yes, I've always had a special affinity to inanimate objects like that, thank you.)

"I know why the caged bird sings."

coming to the dark side

2008-11-18T16:40:00.003+08:00

Because I was (and I repeat, was) in a dark mood lately, I decided to let it show by getting my hair darkened. Yes folks, that girl thing about venting their frustrations over their crowning glory (and their credit cards) yep, I've been there. Recently.

So.

Inspite of the stylist's protestations about turning my brown hair to almost black (because he said it'll make me look darker -- my intentions, exactly), I ended up getting what I wanted (which isn't always the case but that's another story).

Say it looks hot
or I'll slit your throat when you're not looking.

Anyway.

Moving on (because life's a bitch like that).

warming my hands in a cold place

2008-11-11T18:04:00.003+08:00

Happiness sure is a fleeting thing.

I am terribly sad today, but the happy weekend I had, let me show you it, in photos (because it's *sings* funny how we can feel so much, but we cannot say a word -- tama, kumanta na lang haha):

Friday: @ Tiananmen Bar, Makati with old friends

Saturday: @ Mutiny Bar in Macapagal Ave.
(I must say I loved it there -- must be my mutinous side haha!)

who's drunk? not the ruling class on board!

@ Macapagal with the Revtech boys (and girls)
(Thanks Vince for the photos!)

Sunday: Edri's post-birthday party, Makati

kiss, kiss, kiss

Hopefully tomorrow the universe and I will be friends again. But today, it's pakyu, world. Haha.

Now off I go to my old friend Vodka.

over at a table at the Gratitude Cafe

2008-11-05T18:22:00.004+08:00

ice cream!

It's Wednesday, and I am thankful for old friends who keep my feet on the ground, and new friends who I can count the stars -- or in this case, count my blessings with.

I am thankful for Abbondanza Pizzeria Ristorante (naks parang artista lang? haha!) where we ate yesterday for the yummy yummy pizza (and ice cream!) which totally erased any thought of diet or fear of gluttony (not that I'm a religious person anyway haha) from my mind. I'll definitely go back there to stuff my face again yes, yes, yes!

I am thankful for people who know how to listen, and listen well. =)

Also, YAY FOR BARACK OBAMA!!!

happy hell-o-win!

2008-10-31T16:50:00.002+08:00

Dahil sanay tayo makiusong mga Pinoy, sige na nga, Happy Halloween!

(I cannot focus on writing an entry right now, my mind is going, party, party, party! Hopefully next week I'll have a proper entry, hehe)

Have a terrifyingly awesome weekend guys!

only skin deep

2008-10-22T13:55:00.008+08:00

They say fortune favors the bold.

Well. I could give it my best shot, but fortune and I, we have a funny relationship. (I think fortune thinks I'm hotter a bipolar.)

So. Allow me take things just literally this time.

LOL.

this is what I'm made of on a tuesday

2008-10-14T16:48:00.004+08:00

What have I learned today?

Today I have learned that I can get myself injured without really knowing it or feeling the pain or sting -- much like this morning when I stumped my little toe unto a colleague's shoe, or scraped my hand somewhere and only noticed the injury after feeling something sticky (blood was already oozing out) between my toes, and a long slash at the back of my hand.

Today I also learned that alcohol stings like mothurfcuking hell, especially if you happen to spurt it straight into your unsuspecting eye.

Today I learned that there are things in my life that I can really laugh about without needing to be guilty or embarrassed. I grew up a painfully shy person (I prolly am still, tho I can fool you with the way I carry myself in this blog lol), but I'm quite pleased with the way I turned out to be -- tho I still have a lot of "braving up" to do (I hear you Julz, haha!) and I do have (and will prolly still have) my retarded moments.

Today I learned that I could sit still and not impale myself with senseless predictions of a future that does not yet exist and therefore I should not have worries about. Joanna, you are right, I could be happier if I expected myself to fall flat on my face instead of landing on my 12-year old, daredevil feet that day I jumped off that moving tricycle. But some curiosities we really have to die a little to find out, don't we. That's okay, because now I can tell you what it feels like to land on your face, haha!

Today I learned, that being careful doesn't really save you anything, it just prolongs the coming of things, things that are inevitable -- death, love, loss, rejection, yes, even happiness. You know, like no matter how slowly you pour water into a glass, you'll still fill it?

Today is Tuesday, and I LOL at life. =)

just because God is watching doesn't mean you won't die

2008-10-10T08:29:00.009+08:00

Leap in, the net will appear.
~ Jason Mraz, Make It Mine

Seriously, I am both amazed and jealous of people who can plunge into life without thinking, or thinking too much -- like I do.

things are not clear, just like in a dream

You know that feeling when you're at the edge of a cliff, sure that with one misstep, you're dead? You're standing there, scared as shit yet you still wonder what it would be like to just fall. You know that at the bottom are the countless bodies of those who tried to find out. Do you just close your eyes, hope that God isn't busy somewhere else, and jump?

Life sure is one hell of an act of faith.

looking up

2008-10-04T19:07:00.003+08:00

Because it's the weekend, I don't want you guys thinking I'm still shoe-gazing and making emo as I displayed in my previous post. Today was a surprisingly good day, hugs to the universe! I came to work with a hangover, thanks to Art who left me and his friend to make nice with the bottle of Vodka after he drank just three shots.

But yes, today was sweet. =)

today, yesterday

2008-10-01T18:57:00.004+08:00

I'm sick today. This is what weird weather does to asthmatics like me. Other than being sick, I'm also feeling gloomy.

But yesterday I was feeling perfectly happy.

The octopus' fleeting dream
/ in the trap
/ the summer moon
~ Matsuo Basho

why sponsoring me could be a good idea. or not.

2008-09-27T18:55:00.007+08:00

I really think I need to upgrade to a Flickr Pro Account, at the rate I'm ~~camwhoring~~ snapping pictures these days. But should I? I reaaallllyyy, really want to. (Sponsors, anyone? Haha)

Must love dogs!
(niki dognapping Chriscie's new baby, Pepper)

Right now I'm listening to reggae, trying to relax and get that weekend feeling. If the previous weeks weren't so busy for me, this week loads of work started coming in for me (enough to keep me glued to my station in the next coming days) -- which is actually a good thing, because not being really busy makes me jittery and makes me think of real weird things like life, love, and why people are embarrassed to admit pooping in office toilets when it's perfectly normal for human beings to poop and that toilets were invented so that we can well, poop. Like normal human beings should.

Anyway.

Here are the things that managed to find a pretty place in the cluttered place that is my mind:

And doesn't it feel peculiar that everyone wants a little more?
so that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?
~ Scar lyrics, Missy Higgins

I'm okay with scars. I've been getting some lately, some I can't remember how. But none where it really, or should, matter. Maybe I'm being too careful?

I love pancakes. I can eat them all day.

If you can make me laugh, you can get me to get myself in trouble. haha.

My sister (and my cousin) is coming to town again this weekend. It's the last day of the bar exams tomorrow, and I smell a party!

Give me the green light
~Green Light lyrics, John Legend

Don't ask. Okay, do ask. I'll answer if I like your question, haha.

Someday I'll go visit Japan and walk underneath the cherry blossoms!

Nice hands. Even nicer brains.

Should I move to Wordpress? I'm getting bored with the way my site is looking.

I should help promote the Reproductive Health Bill just like what Rom's doing. I believe in it. Also, it will make my mom (a former DOH Information Officer) proud. Maybe in my next post, heh.

The sound of this guy's laugh tickles my brains. I like it.

How much will my phone bill cost, now that there's no stopping me from calling or going online or just pestering no-show friends with messages like, "if you're not interested in joining me just pretend you didn't get this message I've gotten used to being snubbed (by you)." Yes. What a vile, this niki person is.

I'd love to have a Marvin Gaye album. Also, George Michael. And some Siouxsie & The Banshees (not really familiar but I heard one of their songs in the radio and liked it). And some Blondie (because Deborah Harris rocks!). And yes, some Erika Badu too.

"Sometimes I can't really tell if I'm lost or if God just rearranged the furniture."
~ quoting myself, from a conversation this afternoon

That's it for now folks. Enjoy your weekend!

dear universe, tagalized songs - please stop it? ktnxbye

2008-09-24T07:57:00.014+08:00

I was just about to go with a profound, dramatic one-liner entry on how these days I feel like I'm running out of time or a flailing in the wind like, you already know, don't you? to no one in particular but no, let me waste this space by throwing a fit: to all those people making Tagalog versions of recent pop hits, die, die, die!!!1!!

When the bus I was in from Legazpi hit Manila early yesterday morning I was treated to a medley of tagalized (yes, there is such a word, folks) and did I mention butchered versions of Flo Rida's Low, Rihanna's Umbrella, Akon's Smack That and some other shit that did not retain itself in my memory because I was thankfully nearly paralyzed from the eight-hour trip and still too sleepy to think.

And then this morning I was assaulted by the sight and sound of some LOLtist performing her version of Fergie's Clumsy ("ako'y natisod, natapilok, umikot, di nag ingat sa pagmamahal" bullshit) in some morning TV show and it nearly drove me to slash my wrists, pray the rosary, shave my head, or do some crazy sufi dancing in the hopes of warding off the evil spirit of stupidity.

God.

Yes, if this is what you call local music these days I would rather listen to a goat bleat, thanks much.

And oh. Who the hell made that awful remake of Gary V.'s Each Passing Night?? Keeriist.

Legazpi City girl!

2008-09-22T16:07:00.003+08:00

Wow. Just like that and my "limited engagement" in my hometown is about to come to an end. I realized this morning as I lay in my old bed in my room (that badly needs a renovation -- it never really got over typhoon Reming) that Art was right -- a vacation at home is always too short. But I'm glad that I went ahead with my spur of the moment decision to go home this time, hehe. =)

So as expected, I went on a shooting spree, lugging Boris and my sister's super Sony T20 everywhere I went and shot everything worth shooting lol. That's mira and me riding the jeepney above. In Manila I can never quite get myself to shoot outdoors -- paranoid that I'll get the camera snatched while shooting something fancy in the streets. I'm not really sure if it's true, that things are always safer in the province.

I don't have time to tell you guys all about my weekend (I'm heading back to Manila later this afternoon so I gotta go, gotta go), but you can check out some photos here, here, and here. =)

See you guys soon!

home again, home again, dancing a jig

2008-09-18T15:41:00.004+08:00

Okay. No. Riding a bus.

In a few hours I'll be on my way to my hometown. I wonder what surprises lie waiting for me there -- could things change so much in eight months?

I'm excited to see Legazpi City - the quaint little city I grew up in again. Yes, it's that city nestled at the foot of that volcano clickable to your right (oh please do vote? thanks!), and the food! I miss eating genuine home-cooked meals (especially those by my dad, who's the only one who can cook in a home with three women lol). The (fast)food here in the big city are yummy but there's nothing like a home-cooked meal.

I hear my friends (now all married or planning to marry) are also excited to see me. Being the party organizer (read: booze) I used to be I'm sure they're all excited to get me drunk and confess my sins or soon to be sins again. Not that I've done it before (confess my sins). Or maybe I just can't remember. lol.

But yay, I'm going home!

wednesday's child is full of

2008-09-17T07:36:00.005+08:00

Something truly great must be out there to give us
something so perfect as baby feet!

Yesterday I gave my parents a call to let them know I'm going home tomorrow after almost a year of not showing my face in my hometown. My dad asked me if I still went to church every Sunday, and all I could do is hum an unintelligible answer because I haven't been to church except for the two or three occasions that I was with people who had to attend mass before continuing on with other things (like malling or shopping).

It's not that I dislike going to church (and I am not an atheist okay) -- let's just say I'm at a stage in my life where my relationship with the universe is funny. I have a liiiiittle suspicion that God originally planned for me to be an inanimate object, but that's just a tiny suspicion and I'm pretty sure the universe has something big in store for me yes?

lomo lovin'

2008-09-13T16:18:00.004+08:00

It's good to see yourself sometimes through other people's eyes.

shot by Rcie

How often do we look at people and really see them?

Happy weekend guys!

More photos here. =)

wet wednesday musings

2008-09-10T16:04:00.004+08:00

The way it's been raining the past couple of days you'd think somebody or something has pissed God really really off. But I'm sure whatever it is it isn't me, I've been a good girl (well, a relatively good girl) lately -- I'm sure God approved of me and my sister making peace over the weekend (she was in town for her boyfriend's bar exams.)

It's raining, well, rain. Lots of rain.

I like the rain, but I can't help but miss summer sometimes. I long for long, lazy days at the beach -- no work, no worries, just the sand, the sea, and me. Wouldn't that be nice. And I wouldn't mind a rainy day at the beach that much either.

So. What have I been up to? I know it's been a long while since my last post. I've been quite busy, and been quite boring, to be perfectly honest. Though I did get to shoot some more with Boris, I'm waiting for my 2 rolls of film to be delivered today. Perhaps tomorrow I'll post something better than this boring, uninteresting string of thought. Hehe.

I also got myself a new phone, after what seemed like a hundred years. And yes, that means more camwhoring times, like this one. So don't be surprised if you see more of my face here again lol.

That's it for now. Take care in the rain folks!

to go e-heads or not to go e-heads

2008-08-28T17:05:00.005+08:00

I want to watch the Eraserheads concert this Saturday but I'm sorta having second and third thoughts because I've been hit in the head by a flying monobloc chair before in a Bamboo concert and I'm not really excited about getting whacked the second time around.

You know, I can take being hit by a 1-liter bottle (that was half-full -- yes, I'm an optimist!) of mineral water in the chest while screaming marriage proposals to Bamboo Mañalac (on hindsight that might have been the universe's way of telling me that no child, marriage material you are not) but the thought of getting whacked or squished to death while singing along to Tindahan Ni Aling Nena isn't exactly a very thrilling idea. Yeaaah, I know I know, it's a rock concert not a funeral so people are bound to get crazy. And it's the Eraserheads, not your granny's favorite chacha singer (where the hell did I get this) for crying out loud.

Well.

Maybe I'll just hang around The Fort Bonifacio grounds somewhere and be like, was there.

Maybe.

plastic fantastic!

2008-08-27T16:57:00.004+08:00

The package from digiprint arrived yesterday and what an excited little girl I was, my first Holga shots!

when I was a kid I believed even inanimate objects had feelings,
that's why I almost wanted to take these cuties home, hehe

I was inspired by the lighting in the window for this shot =)

My first film was a 16-shot Fuji Superia 100 (which cost P250 a roll *cries*), and out of those 16 shots I failed several times, including shooting with the camera lens still covered! I know, I know, what a stupid, yes. Well you know what they say about first times, lol.

But nevertheless I'm quite happy with the shots I took (and tried to take), I just need more practice, and yes, more money, hahaha!

Can you guys recommend anyone (or place in Pasig) who sells cheaper films for a Holga 120CFN (which I named Boris, by the way, haha.) I'll really appreciate it, thanks thanks!

eyes to the exit

2008-08-23T14:45:00.004+08:00

Three years here and there are still times, like now, that I feel like the extra finger I first saw in an aunt's hand a long time ago. It's there but it doesn't really have a purpose, or function. I'm sure that aunt would have had her extra finger cut off if it weren't such an inconvenience to get it done. So I figure, she chose to just live with it.

The extra digit is most commonly an abnormal fork in an existing digit.

I thought being okay with what I do, being called something fancy, and being with people I liked was good enough. Never mind what I actually get for it. Now it's looking like I was wrong, again.

In the past, the slightest signs of unhappiness sent me packing and moving on. Why, despite of the heartaches and letdowns for the past three years I'm still here I'm surprised myself.

You can give it your best shot and how many percent of the time you still will miss.

Maybe it's time to choose another target.

Or another gun.

Or maybe I'm playing the wrong game.

Don't Mess With The Zohan but please do with Philippine TV

2008-08-21T07:20:00.003+08:00

On the suggestion of my friend Art I watched Adam Sandler's latest flick, You Don't Mess With The Zohan, the other night. Before I say what I think about the movie let me first get it out of the way that I'm no Adam Sandler fan, the only movie of his that I'm genuinely fond of is 50 First Dates (and that's also mainly because Drew Barrymore is such an adorable). The reason I watched You Don't Mess With The Zohan was to check out whether our girl Mariah Carey indeed had a cameo in the film, and lots of appearances on Zohan's shirts. Oh yeah, boo, I know Mariah's a total ditz in the acting department (her performance, like in that movie Glitter -- yes, there was such a movie -- was just about as exciting as picking dirt from my toenails) but I still love her long time and have all her songs in my mp3 list. So sue me. But Mariah honey, please stick to singing yes?

Don't Mess With The Zohan was a chuckler -- it wasn't as funny or as enjoyable a comedy as one might expect a plot of an Israeli commando having the secret wish to be a hairdresser. Sure Adam Sandler did a lot of flashing in the movie, there was the smattering of politically incorrect humor (which is fine but it didn't quite work here), and Zohan's humping the geriatrics but overall I found You Don't Mess With The Zohan boring and quite forgettable. So unless you're big on Adam Sandler or just want to see how he carries on with a Mariah Carey shirt well, don't mess with this movie. It's not even half as funny as its poster.

Meanwhile, on the local front, I hear from Helga that tadaaa, our local showbiz is attempting "our" version of that hit TV series Gossip Girl (which I haven't gotten around to watching yet). Is anyone surprised? No? Truth be told people, we may have this paralyzing fear that if we so much as think of thinking of something original our brains will implode. That's how hard it is, so we Filipino citizens, should make do with remakes -- Marimar, Dyesebel (sure Marian Rivera's pretty but her acting skills? Oh I forgot, we're talking about escapist TV here. Right.), Panday (remember this one? It was okay in the beginning but went pffft somewhere in the middle and completely died a natural death in the end), My Girl (my friend Amber went hopping mad about the ABS-CBN people butchering our favorite Koreanovela), and so on (sa dami ng ni-remake I can't remember anymore) and counting (because there are more remakes getting planned, as we speak, that's for sure). This isn't to say that all remakes are bad or to say that all production people are stupids, but haven't we had enough of remakes and spin offs already?

Now I've heard a lot of people raving about the Gabby Concepcion comeback soap opera Iisa Pa Lamang (did I get that title right) being a great remake. So far I've only managed to catch one episode and well, what can I say, Claudine Baretto and Angelica Panganiban are two of the better actresses their generation out there. And Gabby? I can understand why uh, Sharon and half the female population in the country went berserk for this guy in the 80's but I wanted to snap snap my fingers to his face while he was reciting his lines in that particular episode. What's up with the wooden acting, man? But then again, maybe he just wasn't feeling it that time huh. These actors, they're only hoomans too, right? Riiiiight.

So that's Philippine TV for you these days. Nothing new.

***

You guys remember sitcom Abangan Ang Susunod Na Kabanata? That was a gas! Also that talk show with Jessica Zafra, Mo Twister, Cher Calvin, and my crush daddy Teddy Boy Locsin, Jr.? (Okay, that wasn't a sitcom or series I just had to mention that because 1. I'm a fan of Ms. Zafra, 2. I schoolgirl crush Teddy Boy, and 3. I liked that show.) Remember that ABS-CBN series which starred Robin Padilla and Judy Ann Santos? I thought it was a good enough attempt to veer away from the usual nawawalang tagapagmana fairy tales we have. Sure it was no CSI (they're having Laurence Fishburne in the next season!) but at last that one didn't just go aiming for our tear ducts. So come on Philippine TV people, give us something new! (speaking of new, that Sarah Geronimo-John Lloyd Cruz starrer, A Very Special Love, was a cute movie. Was actually surprised that I enjoyed it -- except for Sarah's ugly wig and what's with the movie song title these days?? Geez.)

So how about a collaboration with either Taiwan or Korea, since we're pretty much crazy about their telenovelas? If you guys are running out of ideas my friend Amber has a fantastic idea for a storyline. Darn, I have ideas! Give us something to talk -- no, to rave about. Surprise us. Bewilder us. Play with our heads. Overwhelm us with emotion. Tickle us good. Challenge our beliefs. Make us think twice. Excite us!

How about you guys, what would you like to see on Philippine TV (or movie)?

my kinky's gone! LOL

2008-08-19T17:06:00.004+08:00

Finally, I got myself my bangs! I wasn't really planning to get more abuse (read: relax, reborn, straightening etc. etc.) for my already damaged hair (not to mention that I'm not really a fan of straight, everything in place hair or die but that's another story) but I figure, there's no way around it -- I wanted bangs, and unless I was going for the loony with the kinky bangs on the forehead look, I had to "abuse" my poor hair.

So, this weekend off I went to Azta Urban Salon (the branch in Metrowalk) to make my Girl With Bangs ambition come true. I almost expected my newfound fave (my daw o, feeling, haha) hairstylist, Nelson to talk me out of it (because all the others did) but, surprise surprise! He got down to business and gave me my new look, without the hurt or harm to my hair.

So now I'm a happy, banged up girl, lol. ^___^

a happy sister

2008-08-14T17:00:00.005+08:00

What's the good of news if you haven't a sister to share it?
~Jenny DeVries

Today is my sister's birthday. Yes, we are referring to She Who Hasn't Spoken To Me In Eight Months.

Well, that is, until today.

I sent her a birthday message via SMS and finally, She Who Hasn't Spoken To Me In Eight Months replied, with a "thank you very much!", and a smiley.

Not really a grand reconciliation for eight months of not talking to each other, but nevertheless, it made my day. =)

an old photo
(this was before we became a little ugh, estranged, lol)

Bati na tayo okay? I know we can both be a bitch but it's more fun if we bitch together! Admit it, the power of two rite? Riiiigght! Besides, I miss having somebody I can shop for shoes and fail with, wander aimlessly in malls without complaining with, walk into bookstores with glee with, discuss and hate politics with, rant about life and love with, make that leap with, gossip with, eat like a pig with, share stuff with, have intelligent conversations with (god, not too much of this lately), quarrel about trivial things with, and a million other things to do that only a sister can, or will do with.

Happy birthday, Yen.

i has a new toy!

2008-08-09T18:31:00.003+08:00

Thanks!

Finally, a Holga for me!

I know, I know, I've been away for a while (but what's two weeks of missing my nonsense ramblings anyway? lol) -- I've been busy, yes, yes.

The New Toy is a Holga 120CFN, and it's waiting for me to start shooting. Heehee.

But first, where to easily get films? In Pasig area. Because I'm a lazy. ^__^V

Getaway girl gone missing

2008-07-29T14:38:00.008+08:00

I just want this day to be done and over with.

I don't mean this to be another emo-emohan post -- just that I woke up this morning, missed the floor, hit my head on the door of indifference and not even glimpses of the eye candy (via my spy mirror -- so far, I've only been successful at catching a clear glimpse of his err, siko, lol) or mouthfuls of Toblerone chocolates (which I've been munching since Saturday, Saturday!! Frack.) could turn me into Miss Congeniality.

I realized too, over the weekend, that though I don't hate living with people under one roof, I'd love a place where I can watch pirated DVDs without having to strain my ears above loud conversations to understand what's going on in the movie. Or not having a daydream interrupted by the sound of flapping footwear in the stairs. Or going home late, or not going home at all, or taking home people (sounds totally perv, lol) without having to worry other people. In other words, I totally won't mind a place of my own yes?

Meditation doesn't work for me either -- I tried singing that Across The Universe line Jai Guru Deva Om in my head (The Beatles seemed to be the soundtrack of the dream that I had last night that I can't remember now, and this morning I woke up to Strawberry Fields playing. In my head.) Attempt at meditation result? Fail. Sorry naman, but the closest thing I can come to meditation is watching por--oopp, concentrating on checking line after line after a gazillion line of product descriptions and making it to the deadline with my sanity, and eyesight, intact.

It could be that I am feeling caged again and I want to get away -- like Hong Kong or Singapore or Boracay-away (Mira, are we going this September??). The office-work-occasional going out with friends is slowly taking its toll on me -- I'm a getaway girl, I have to go places or I shrivel up and die. It's been months since I've had a vacation, I could be turning into a hermit. Or worse, a potential adobo-cooking, rumor-mongering, people-rearing housewife. The possibility of turning into someone perfectly contented in a cooped little home is making me run out of happy. I haven't even been to Batanes yet! And Tibet is waiting.

So yeah. This day is almost over. I plan to run home, curl up in bed, and ignore the world.

Now I go.

Okay. Maybe a little later.

2008-07-26T15:49:00.003+08:00

Someday...

I'm getting my bangs.

photo by garance doré (as seen in Lolita)

I'm talking about real, full bangs, not the type of bangs with four or five strands of hair pasted on the forehead. Which is well, stupid.

But for now, I'll settle for my weekend. =)

Have a great weekend people!

2008-07-24T17:57:00.003+08:00

Blog quote of the day:

"Question: Late lang ba siya o talagang hindi na siya darating?"
~ Keitaro Hanazawa, The Curious Life of A Quirky Chef

Well.

I've always had the nagging suspicion that he could be in jail. Or in kindergarten (and I've to pay for his college tuition). Or currently having an identity crisis. Or the time of his life being gay. Or he could be comatose in a hospital somewhere in Korea (preferably one of those hot guys with washboard abs please). Or well, to prove my (un)luck, dead.

Not that I'm Miss Punctuality either.

i has a dreamy idealist!

2008-07-23T15:14:00.002+08:00

So I'm bored (having accomplished what I needed to do for the day). Thank god for the intarnuts I found myself a personality test in alphasensei's blog and now I can share with you, approximately 5 readers, what I am according to psychiatrist C. G. Jung.

According to the test, I'm an AT which stands for Analytical Thinker -- my personality type being the Dreamy Idealist (sounds sexay? lol).

Here are some excerpts (click the link below for the full results):

(the ones I like are in bold)

Analytical Thinkers are reserved, quiet persons. They like to get to the bottom of things - curiosity is one of their strongest motives. They want to know what holds the world together deep down inside. >> what a profound, lol.

The acknowledgement of their work by others does not play a great role for them; in general,they are quite independent of social relationships and very self-reliant. Analytical Thinkers therefore often give others the impression that they are arrogant or snobby - especially because they do not hesitate to speak their mind with their often harsh (even if justified) criticism and their imperturbable self-confidence. Incompetent contemporaries do not have it easy with them. But whoever succeeds in winning their respect and interest has a witty and very intelligent person to talk to. A partner who amazes one with his excellent powers of observation and his very dry humour. >> yes, it is true that I do not have much patience for incompetents that's why I leave discussions about politics and politicians to awesomes like rom and mention politics for LOL purposes only.

Constant social obligations quickly get on their nerves; they need a lot of time alone and often withdraw from others. Their partner must respect this and understand that this is not due to the lack of affection. >> but then again...lol.

Adjectives which describe your type
introverted, theoretical, logical, spontaneous, rational (you agree yes?), analytical, intellectual (because it sounds cool), sceptical, pensive, critical, quiet, precise, independent, creative, inventive, abstract (because I sometimes have the tendency to talk vaguely especially if I want to confuse you *evil smile*), eccentric, curious, reserved, self-involved (I am not!), imaginative, unsociable (me?? unsociable?), determined, modest, careful, incommunicative, witty

These subjects could interest you
literature, science fiction, philosophy, psychology, mathematics, Internet, drawing/painting, astrology, spiritual things (I haven't gone to church in ages but yes to this), meditation, music, writing, strategy games, politics

Take the test too?

Well. So much for the analytical thinker.

rain, rain

2008-07-15T17:52:00.003+08:00

It's the rainy season again. A couple of nights ago it was just me, the rain, and some vodka. And oh, some drunk uncles who thought I was crazy enough to take their photos (apparently they were behind that car in the background? I didn't even notice they were there, I wasn't wearing my glasses).

Anyway.

That Blind Melon song is running through my head.

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain

~ No Rain, Blind Melon

Welcome, rain. =)

girl friday on a friday

2008-07-03T17:33:00.003+08:00

I didn't know I was capable of having a decent, just-woke-up-with-a-hangover photo but oh look mom, it's not obvious that I drank five red horses the night before here!

big bears. i like.

Okay, I don't look anywhere near her but if you give me a bigger bear I'd try my bestest? Lol.

Sometimes I can't escape from my room so excuse me,
I'll be just a little late.

You will wait for me,
you will wait for me

~ Wait, Death Cab For Cutie

It's the weekend (and a long one for me, it's fourth of July tomorrow)! Have fun people!

Penelope, watch it

2008-07-02T16:47:00.003+08:00

Okay, I may be partial to Christina Ricci being the fan girl that I am yes,

What makes us different makes us beautiful.

...but Penelope, though critics weren't really crazy about it, is a great watch. I watched it last night at home and went to sleep smiling. It reminded me of my grade school days -- no, I didn't have a snout when I was a kid -- but I did went through some similar life experiences as Penelope (and could still be possibly experiencing some on a regular basis) and was just glad that the film could touch that part of my memory and not, or no longer hurt. =)

Also, James McAvoy is my new daddy, what a delicious.

what rotating floor are you?

2008-06-26T18:10:00.007+08:00

This made me say oh my frolicking god!!! today.

Rotafarkingtating skyscrapers??!? Oh my lawrd, take me there! First it was "The World", now a building that will literally knock you out of your senses. Dubai sure gives a whole new meaning to living in the lap of luxury. Okaaaaayyy parents!!! How's the digging for oil in our backyard going? No luck? Dig deeper!!!

Kidding.

My mom asked me to call her and my dad this morning. Apparently the folks are missing me a lot. I miss them too, but not the kind of missing that makes lonely tearful nights and shit I want to go hoooomeee moments. I'm afraid that I've never had that drama gland in my body (in school I was always the one who wondered why this classmate was crying her eyes out when we were just going to spend a week away, I mean, it wasn't like we were never coming back how funny really. Also, I had to force myself to cry during our High School Retreat because everyone was bawling except me. So, I thought about Free Willy, you know, that whale? And cried.)

Maybe this is what parents fear most, their kids living on their own -- and loving it -- enough to not want to go back home.

countdown to a breakdown

2008-06-20T20:34:00.004+08:00

So I went home riding a unicorn last night.

Yup, I was so exhausted from work I was high. It wasn't so much about the physical exhaustion, it was more like the feeling of my brain just flickering on and off -- you know, like that dysfunctional light in your toilet sometimes? On my way home I was almost certain that I would just plop down unconscious in the street but thanks to the universe who looks like it still could be rooting for my puny existence, I managed to reach home without unnecessarily embarrassing myself in public.

And did I mention I was starving?

When I got home I gobbled the two asado siopaos I bought on the way, and ate the dinner Art prepared. Dinner, consisting of rice and ulam. Yes folks, I ate like a pig last night. A sleeping pig, that is, because I caught myself dozing off to neverland and seeing visions of strobe lights, double ks, red shoes, crinkling eyes, and dancing cows. While chewing.

I think I might have to get myself a break before the break gets me first.

take me

2008-06-18T18:06:00.006+08:00

...to Avenue Q!

Please? I'll do anything? Well. Almost anything.

and now for your daily dose of snafu

2008-06-17T12:36:00.010+08:00

* WARNING: Long entry ahead

Wow. I haven't touched this blog in ages. What can I do, I'm swamped with work at the office lately so much so that I can barely remember to comb my hair or go to the loo.

Anyway. The most I can do is this little summary of What Happened (And Failed To Happen) In My Life In The Past Few Days:

Saturday:

I expected an outing with my old friends from Legazpi but for some reason that involved one of them just joking that he was here but really wasn't (I'm looking atchu, Cyril), I ended up downing glass after glass of grenadine-laced Red Horse with my spur-of-the-moment weekend gal pal Ghetti, her boyfriend Eric, and my BFF Edri at W Grill Makati instead. Now I don't like drinking Red Horse because it tastes awful, but this time Ghetti's little discovery tasted real nice, and I didn't mind drinking it along with my strawberry margarita at all. And it was the first time in months that I got to get out again so yeah, fcuk it and drink I did.

So.

After W-Grill Edri and I found ourselves heading to Jo and Cata's place in Antipolo -- where after another round of Red Horse (which, thanks to my already malfunctioning taste buds, I couldn't taste anymore) -- my good old friends managed to ask me the Profound Question Resulting From Outrageous Alcohol Intake Of The Week.

Cata and Edri, on my dating dilemmas: "Eh ano naman kung ma-inlove ka??" (So what if you fell in love??)

Great. Good to know I have supportive friends all too willing to push me off the cliff, rite. Good to know.

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Sunday:

Woke up in Antipolo, and ended the day eating like there's no tomorrow at Mr. Kabab in West Ave. And oh yeah, watched My Sassy Girl at home before going off to sleep. Totally loved it.

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Monday:

Went on a solitary mall expedition -- something I totally forgot that I really enjoy doing because most of the time lately I went with people (who ended up spoiling the experience by doing either of two things: 1. complaining and 2. complaining more.) While eating lunch at good old McDonald's I kept getting distracted by the soundtracky background music they had -- the type you'd hear when getting in an adventure ride in Disneyland. I half expected gazelles to leap out my chicken McDo meal. Or something. Weird. But I liked it. Sometimes a distraction is all you need.

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Tuesday:

Back to work, was a not a bad day because somebody said my name so cutely that I heard the double "k's". Does that make sense? No? Good, because you're not supposed to get it, lol.

Well it was good, until later when we took our rabbits to the vet and discovered that the awful scaly thing causing Pepper's coat, nose and ears to shed was scabies. Very bad news, yes. But the real bad news is having the owner of the pet actually considering just leaving the animal for dead because oh well, she can just replace it with a new one, just in case. You can just imagine how upset this made me feel -- I had to resist the urge to punch something in the face.

And because I clearly heard the vet saying that it was treatable, I decided to have both Pepper, and my pet rabbit Sugar (who now has caught the disease too) treated even if it could mean starving until the next payday. (Yeah yeah you're entitled to your opinion but just so you know, I don't respect it. Get it? Good. Here, get yourself some education.)

People who think that it's okay to just let a pet die because it's replaceable ANYWAY should never get pets in the first place. Pets are not toys, and caring for them involves getting them treatment when they're sick (something that should occur to anyone before getting themselves that oh my gooossshhh it's sssooo cuuuuute animal). It's not just all about having a cute dog to walk around for the world to go ooohhh and aaaawwww at. If you can't handle the responsibility and commit to it just go get yourself some pet stuffed toy instead. At least that one's already dead (was never alive, in fact).

I'll make a good vet I know. I'll be the good vet that stabs you in the eye with a syringe if you make any stupid suggestions, like leaving a pet for dead. Lucky world I'm not.

That's Situation Normal: All Fcked Up, for you.

good to go

2008-06-03T18:03:00.003+08:00

Yours was a failed hijacking of my heart.

No hero in my sky
but I can land this plane just fine =)

this weird girl

2008-05-29T17:34:00.003+08:00

Can I just say that I have developed a love for hand dryers?

I like how it warms my cold hands, and how the sound it makes as I dry and dance my hands underneath just drowns out everything. Everything, including my own thoughts.

That's nice. Next to being too busy to hear myself think.

And i'm high enough from all the waiting
To ride a wave on your inhaling
~ Frou Frou, Breathe In

='(

2008-05-27T15:58:00.004+08:00

I woke up at the wrong side of the bed this morning and found myself alternating between hating the universe and feeling like shit. It didn't help that I wasn't able to sleep well (again) last night despite going to bed earlier than usual. Earlier, and fed and fat.

Going through the motions, I got up, bathed, got dressed, went to work, proceeded to my new ~~isolation chamber~~ corner at the office, and listened to my brain cells degenerate to the sound of my keyboard clicking. No, I'm not complaining about my job no. It could be just the blues or maybe it's just that time of the month or it could be the gloomy weather or it could be this feeling of getting used to this or it could be a hundred different things.

I don't know.

I'm just sad today.

So 'scuse me, but this Tuesday is emo.

mojitos. it pwnd me.

2008-05-21T16:38:00.009+08:00

The thing about getting drunk is that you never know what kind of entertainment you will become after the spirits take over. In my case last Saturday -- when we threw a house parteeeh in celebration of singlehood and many other things -- it was the spirit that would unfortunately be video-ed by my very entertained guests. Who fortunately, I can count on to not post it in a blog like this (and I'm looking atchu, Vince. Also you, Rad).

yes, just a tipsy shot.
because I intend to keep my dignity (or whatever's left of it) intact.

Good thing I was home, lah.

Next?

and now for some

2008-05-16T14:21:00.003+08:00

Muffin news:

What a sweet looking thing yes? But wait until he gets out of the cage. He bites everything in sight -- the carpet, your shoes, the laundry bag, your hand, your face, your toes -- anything he can sink his little teeth into.

I can has your index finger nao?

But it's alright. We loves him anyways. And the little diva knows it too, haha.

More Muffin time here.

sleepless in the shitty

2008-05-15T07:34:00.006+08:00

So I woke up at 3:30 this morning and found myself contemplating about things.

A brawl between drunks took place in front of our apartment last night. Seconds after the shouting, cursing, and flailing of weapons -- my house mates and I found ourselves staring at what hopefully was not a dead person lying just a few feet away from where we stood. Scared shitless we frantically locked our doors and ran to the safety of our rooms as the neighborhood went into hysterics.

Safe in our room we ended up talking about the stupid things we've done that we now prefer to call accidents. Like the time I was twelve and I jumped out of a moving tricycle just to see if I can land on the ground upright. Of course I did. Land on my face, that is.

Moral of the story: contemplation at 3:30 in the morning = FAIL.

babbling point.

2008-05-14T07:25:00.007+08:00

Like my occasional smoking, some things I decide to quit with a certain amount of procrastination. I don't need to be reminded that smoking is bad for my health, and I don't even like smoking - it doesn't taste good, it doesn't help me think clearly, or think, for that matter.

In fact, smoking fogs my mind, makes me a little breathless, and dizzy, weak in the knees. One stick and I have to move slow, else I trip on my own two feet and fall flat on my face. But I still smoke, occasionally. When I need to not think, when I need to be away, even during break time, when everyone's chatting and relaxing and having their fifteen minutes window to freely discuss stuff like how unbelievable that pick up line she gave was, or how you should have worn flat normal shoes instead of the hideous things you have on your feet this morning, or why the world isn't flat, or why that diet tea you've been taking for weeks now is not working and you're still fat.

And no it's not a hard habit to break. I'm not crazy about cigarettes, and I will not run amok if cigarettes suddenly disappeared from the face of the earth.

There's just this unexplainable, totally unnecessary pleasure in engaging in something you can do without - like things that aren't permanent, or even real, but you like anyway.

ashes to ashes.

2008-05-10T07:29:00.002+08:00

It feels like a house that has burned itself to the ground.

puppy luuuurrveeeee!!

2008-05-09T16:03:00.003+08:00

You heard about us getting ourselves rabbits some days ago, rite?

So we got bored, and just had to spend some more of our disposable income. To Tiendesitas we go (with the intention of only unwinding after a stressful day's work), and after several hours of ooohhhhhh-ing and aaaaahhh-ing and aaaaawwwwww-ing over this, that, and this, we go home very unexpectedly with this cutie:

the human is Juliet, the little furball is our new baby Muffin

I totally fell in love with this guy, but he costs 25 freaking thousand pesos (which I clearly can not afford unless I sell a kidney or some other organ which nobody would want anyway) so I just settled for a little kiss:

so how does my facial moisturizer taste, love?

But Muffin, what a happy.

I wish I could take in all the dogs in the pet store though. I hate seeing them in cages.

a dog after my own heart.

Also, I'm depressed because The Camera went back home already. What a sad. ='(

motherhood. scurry.

2008-05-06T10:20:00.009+08:00

While eating at McDonald's yesterday it suddenly occurred to me that I want to have kids of my own. Probably two boys I'll call Joaquin and Caleb, or a girl I'll name Amitiel. Earlier that day I watched Resurrecting the Champ (dibede, dibede) at home and something in a tender scene between Josh Hartnett and his son stirred my maternal instincts ~~from the dead~~ from its stupor. Maybe it's because that little boy was just so cute with the gaps in his little boy teeth or the way he rubbed his little boy face with his little boy hand was just too adorable for my cold, single heart. Or maybe it's because I secretly wish to be the mother of Josh Hartnett's future, precious children (the way I want to bring Hugh Grant home to my parents, even though he could be just some years older than my own father).

But I am not exactly looking forward to getting pregnant -- and the nine or god forbid, 24 hours of labor that comes with it -- the high point of which will be me screaming my lungs out and cursing the father, his parents, neighbors, dogs, and water delivery guy, while several people I have never seen in my whole life peer at my err, opening. So no, probably not anytime soon.

Also, the child seated behind me last night at McDonald's sputtered fries and saliva in my direction. I don't think I like that very much.

Reading.

2008-05-03T13:04:00.004+08:00

(My Kahlua organizer, which has so far, failed to organize my life.)

Thanks to my good friend Emir, who lent me three books: Carson McCullers' Reflections in a Golden Eye and The Ballad of the Sad Cafe, and Jeff Noon's Pixel Juice. These books will help keep me sane in case my friends prove no shows again for the weekend (because they're always busy, *scowl*) and I'm left to choose between having discussions about the weather with my other personalities or play Matira Ang Matibay sa Gran Matador with Mang Pong, the compound's caretaker.

I know Carson McCullers' books aren't exactly happy happy stories -- I've read The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter several years ago and I remember slashing my wrists and almost getting admitted to rehab for depression. Okay, not true. The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter left me a heartache, that's what. But it was a great read, no doubt about it.

Anyway.

I'm thinking of getting into reading Manga, but don't know where or what to start with. I heard about Death Note but I heard these stuff are pretty pricey. And you know me, more often than not I leave the bookstore in tears because the books I want are so darn expensive.

Also, I want to catch this.

two things on a friday.

2008-05-02T08:20:00.007+08:00

I see everything.

...But most people are lazy. They never look at everything. They do what is called glancing, which is the same word for bumping off something and carrying on in almost the same direction, e.g., when a snooker ball glances off another snooker ball. And the information in their head is really simple. For example, if they are in the countryside, it might be

1. I am standing in a field that is full of grass.
2. There are some cows in the fields.
3. It is sunny with a few clouds.
4. There are some flowers in the grass.
5. There is a village in the distance.
6. There is a fence at the edge of the field and it has a gate in it.

And then they would stop noticing because they would be thinking something else like, "Oh it is very beautiful here," or "I'm worried that I might have left the gas cooker on," or "I wonder if Julie has given birth yet."

~ (Christopher Boone, from The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-Time)

A conversation with an officemate this morning, after mooning over a delightful find in flickr:

me: my heart is aching for a dslr
me: lol
officemate: isang
officemate: kaskas
officemate: lang
officemate: ng bago mong credit card
me: which is equivalent to permanent poverty for niki
officemate: look on the bright side, no more heart aches
me: just temporary ones
me: hahaha

I'm afraid you're right, Christopher.

x is for

2008-04-30T09:00:00.004+08:00

Christina Ricci. I'll turn a lez for her, but I like boys (though they are funny characters).

And as for me, I need a new haircut. My hair will scare your babies.

monday musings

2008-04-28T07:34:00.003+08:00

Ailene, one of our best QAs, has decided to transfer back to the provinces last week. I was upset of course, but what can I do, people make decisions and when they do you can only watch them succeed, (or fail). But of course I'd want Ai to emerge triumphant in the decision she made, she's good, and she deserves it.

She told me it was because of a "calling" (and Will Smith) -- and (even if I hadn't gone to church in months) I respect that. Yes, I bitched out for a while about losing good people in the team but hey, who wants to compete with a calling?

Would you guys believe that my very very first dream was to become a nun?

nun pointing up: do you hear what i hear?
me (listening intently): uuhmm...it said "donuts," rite?

Nuns, they have a calling you know. When I was seven I waited and waited but didn't hear anything. Maybe I was just deaf, or, maybe the caller was speaking in another language? Like Greek. Or Checkozlovakian?

Anyway, my failed sisterhood plans notwithstanding, I wish you Ai all the best. Do continue praying for us will you? Because if God doesn't have a sense of humor I'd be in trouble now?

On a different note --

Did I mention that two days before leaving for Pagudpud, Juliet, Art and I bought ourselves pet rabbits?

White: We have humans.
Black: That's good news rite?
White: ...
Brown: We're domed.

all creatures great and small?

Pet rabbit has no name yet. Help me name her?

my northern exposure!

2008-04-23T18:48:00.010+08:00

sand, sea, shore, sunset -- bliss.

So I went to Pagudpud, Ilocos Norte for some fun time with my friends. And what a fun time it was!

The farthest I've ever been to The North is Baguio (and that was uhm, four years ago? yea yea, whatta loser), and now I can proudly say that I've been to the tip of the Philippines (yay!) -- if you don't count Batanes of course, which we plan to visit too this year, hehe.

The travel to Pagudpud took almost ten hours (by bus), which was the same as going back to my province. And considering I haven't gone home in almost five months (I know mom) -- surviving the trip in a good mood was already an accomplishment.

But what's a ten hour trip if you're with friends right?

uh, the bus conductor not included.

What was our itinerary? The beach (at Arinaya Beach Resort where we stayed), the beach with the amazing, stiff neck-inducing, huge, huge windmills (Bangui Bay), the beach (Blue Lagoon where we beach-hopped), near the beach (Agua Grande), and the bridge overlooking the beach,no, the South China Sea (Patapat Bridge/Viaduct).

Now I haven't set foot in a beach for a year so those who care about me will understand if they will suddenly have difficulty seeing me in the dark the next time they invite me out to the movies (by the way, I want to watch Across The Universe).

Pictures, yes?

oooohhhh, it's orangeeeyyy!

ooopp. blame my poor levitation to the awesome pull of gravity.

windmills! big ones!

the world through my watermelon, lolz

and we hit the beach (and get pwnd by the waves!)

popsicles at the beach = win

beach is love. =)

my girl Myrtle!

happiness.

More photos here, here, here, and here.

Thanks to Myrtle (and her family and friends) for being a great host(ess?).

Next stop: La Union? (We're looking atchu, vince)

idle hands make a blog entry

2008-04-11T20:35:00.003+08:00

paperwork on my desk!

Here's the thing.

I'm bored (though the sight of my current eye candy do have me grooving to American Boy from time to time and yes vince, maida, and arcee, you are NOT allowed to comment on this particular statement k?K), nearly blind from checking and counter-checking note after note on excel sheets, have kinky hair on my head, fat (this is a must complaint for all girls, don't complain without this word!), and have an uncertain future (even though my boss has assured me of great news coming my way soon so I should hold tight ~~until my blood vessels burst~~).

I am also protesting the fact that Johnny Depp is getting married. Married!1!! To her?? Why??! ~~I have ugly teeth too!~~ Marry me, Johnny!! I promise to comb your hair for you. And wash your clothes. Maybe even give you a bath. Two, even three times a day. Hell, I'll build you a bathroom if you want. Choose me!!

One happy thing though, the totally unrelated personal news that my sister -- She Who Has Not Talked Or Texted Me In The Past Four Months -- has, by some amazing twist of fate, and surely by both divine AND PARENTAL intervention -- allowed me the use of The Camera.

The Camera my friends, my Source Of Joyful Camwhorage. 'Course The Camera will be with me until only the end of the month (from whence I shall have to personally deliver it back to the provinces To The Sister With The Cold Shoulder And Eternal Suspicion That I Shall Screw Things Up Eventually) but, that's enough to give me joy joy joy because it means 19 days of camwhorage fiesta (including 3 glorious days in Pagudpod yes!)

And so. Without further ado, I now flood you with photos. Of myself of course. And okay, of others.

a little tongue action, i has it.

mornings at the office.

camwhoring, as usual.

break time is dicking around time!
(art and maida starring in "Traydor Sa Breaktime")

a little drama, for your mama.

Seriously, a picture for my mama. =)

Well that was a blog entry. Heh.

Why?

2008-04-03T16:37:00.003+08:00

One moment me and my girls and Art were gaping at some 80s porn in this motel room, neon underwear and their um, humongous contents attacking us with brutal motion picture force and then the next remote-controlled moment we see this nancy jane character (who looked suspiciously like that actress nancy castiglione) attempting what looked to be a Kylie Minogue ~~imitation~~-inspired music video. We check the channel again and sure enough it was a music channel and yes, it was a music video (there was a song playing in the background and the person appeared to be singing, as well as dancing!)

So surprised was I that I almost shed tears, confessed my sins (very few, I tell ya) and prayed the rosary. In Latin. Except that I didn't know how.

So this is what has been happening since I've been away from cable television for three months? (yes yes, we're poor! we're accepting donations -- appliances, gadgets, dining sets, sofas, food, cars, maids, drivers (preferably good looking ones!), even pets!)

So what was I saying? Oh. Yeah that. And she has an album too? And we still have our singers assaulting us with their versions of James Ingram and Taylor Dane songs on a regular basis! What a funnys, these pinoy peoples are.

disaster dating 101

2008-03-22T14:10:00.005+08:00

Step 1. Send a message to a random person with a fake photo and what you thought was cute and witty About Me portion over at some online internet community.

Step 2. Exchange numbers. Get to know each other.

Step 3. Exchange interesting ideas. Become friends. Or flirt. Or both.

Step 4. Stay in constant contact for months. Or years. Without meeting up, because you live approximately 20 or more provinces apart (and one of you think online dating is stupid and has yes, issues). Develop some kind of weird (non) relationship that neither of you have an actual name for (because again, one of you think online dating or whatever it is called these days is stupid and has yes, issues).

Step 5. When you do have the opportunity to meet up -- like when one happens to be in town -- miss it. With excuses like you can't because it's late or, because you're unfortunately already in the bus back home.

Step 6. When another perfect opportunity comes in the form of one of you moving to the other's town because of work, fail at meeting each other twice or thrice before finally ~~ending the agony~~ meeting up on of all days, Good Friday -- when there's barely any place to go.

Step 7. After eating at KFC (and thinking "in fairness, cutie naman"), drive around listlessly and pretend to not understand what the other is suggesting because you're currently hormonally-imbalanced and cannot think straight, and you're torn between having a hysterical laughing fit and wishing the earth to open up and swallow you from the car's passenger's side because you, open-minded you, cannot believe that this guy -- like all other guys you've met so far (which excludes your guy bestfriends, your gayfriends and that guy you thought liked you but didn't, but which definitely includes that applicant asshole in your office whose hand you found conveniently creeping up your backside a couple of months ago) -- was just prolly out to check out exactly what size your boobs are or how you would look like ~~writhing in a bed~~ watching TV in a room in a place called Town and Country. That of course, next to you being interesting.

Step 8. End "the date" early and wonder which reason should make you feel better: that the day being Good Friday and you, being a Catholic (tho you haven't been inside a church for months) just did the right and most agreeable thing and the Lord will bless you a hundredfold for it (and maybe even part the Red Sea again for you and shower you with men you can take home to your parents), or, that boys will always be boys and you should just get a perm instead, and, most of all, get a new set of friends -- uglier friends (so that maybe, just maybe, you'd get someone who'd actually think of you beyond se being friends, or alcohol).

But then again, don't listen to me because I flail miserably at this.

Or maybe it's just all in my head. It is, right? No? Oh. kaaay.

I did say I was about to do something stupid, didn't I.

just point. and shoot.

2008-03-19T13:59:00.006+08:00

My weekend in Subic playing with pjay's camera.

And oh, I was in Subic during the weekend to watch boys and their toys race for round one of Run What You Brung. Two of my officemates are into racing so hey, I figure, YAAAAAYY, what a great way to learn more about cars (good for my job, yes), get away from the city and hit the beach (and yes, burn a color darker), and, aaahaaa, shoot pictures using this really fancy camera!

Okay. I still can't write a decent blog entry today.

floetwhatdadieyoudieeee!1!1!!

2008-03-03T17:59:00.005+08:00

I wanted to blog about how life's been a bitch lately, or how my clothes are ~~starting to smell like somebody's~~(alright, scratch that) or how bipolar seems to be the operative word for me lately, but this internet cafe's stupid song for the day is muddling my brain and making me want to slash my wrists and the wrists of my seatmates too.

scurrry? no? k.

So yeah. Just wanted to let you guys know I'm still alive. About to do something stupid, but, still alive.

the bright side

2008-02-22T19:01:00.003+08:00

Just when I thought I had successfully detached my overworked, underpaid, concatenating failure self from the world out there, I hear that Albay Governor Joey Salceda had made the booboo of calling Gloria Arroyo "the luckiest bitch around" in public.

LOL. What a funney, this Joey person is. Joking around with his version of the Anne Curtis telenovela line.

LOLz.

Okay. Moving on.

Much to my relief, today it's Incubus blasting my ears out here in the internet shop. And kids screaming "bobo" and "tanginamo" and "ulol" at each other. Sheez, kids these days?

Which brings me to this (courtesy of a visit to rom's blog):

How evil are you?

Well, at least there's a bright side.

Prolly.

2008-02-14T19:14:00.004+08:00

Ah, Valentine's Day. I'm a year and three days older, but am I wiser?

yep. no doubt about it.

I'll still be stubborn about a lot of things. I'll still tend to space out when I'm bored, annoyed, or just not interested. I'll still order more food than I can actually eat. I'll still go for the guys that I won't actually get. I'll still like booze. I'll still trip wearing flat footwear, and prolly still crash into glass walls. I'll still take forever in the shower. I'll still purposely mismatch my clothes. I'll still will prolly make stupid decisions - and won't regret it. And I'll still prolly will see things coming but will prolly go for it anyway.

What I actually want to learn is to save. Save money, save time, save space. (voice in my head: But what the heck for? who knows if you'll still be alive tomorrow?) But yeah. It would be useful to learn how to save for something.

Also. Maybe I should fall in love this year? (There I said it.)

But that, would take some...things.

And oh hey mom, here's the nicer photo of me I promised!

Oooooppps.

Good thing is you see that I'm still eating yes?

it was my birthday, y'all!

2008-02-12T17:13:00.000+08:00

And so yesterday I turned a friggin' year older. I spent the weekend out ~~trying to get drunk~~ with friends, so yay!! I also got hit in the face with the ball playing basketball at TimeZone. Yup, I'm sporty like that now. I'm not even sure if that sentence is right. But so what. It was my birthday yesterday so I can do whatever the fuck I want yes? (To my parents reading this right now, you do believe in freedom of expression right? You still love me lots even if I say some bad words right? Mom? Dad?)

Thanks to everyone who remembered and made my day!

More pictures (hopefully) later. I'm just sneaking a post from the office so byyeee for now before I get caught, haha! =P

Update:

More photos HERE.

Update 2:

Mom, if you're reading this, I promise to upload a nicer photo of me next time okay? I know you wanted me to send a photo to the celebrity lookalike thingy over at some local TV channel, but clearly mom, I did not inherit your uhm, confidence... So yeah, this blog would make you happy yes? Just close your eyes when you get to the swearing part okay? And tell dad I haven't gotten a tattoo. Yet. K? K.

restless in the city

2008-01-27T19:42:00.000+08:00

This is the reason why I should be kept out of the house on weekends or during days-off, even during times when the sun is still waaay up in the sky and work is done.

I can't stay put. If you're going to make me stay inside the house, there better be at least two of these things there:

1. a PC
2. a fast internet connection
3. a camera (for camwhoring that should never be seen by my parents, like this)
4. cable TV (and I GET TO PICK THE CHANNEL)
5. MY music
6. something nice to look at (a cute neighbor maybe? haha)
7. dibedes
8. food, preferably something sweet or spicy or with lots of cheese in it
9. drinks (and by this, I don't mean water)
10. company who can drink or won't but will not be KJs

I've been having somewhat erratic doses of some of them in the past weeks. But we all know pretty much what erratic does. Oh okay. No we don't?

I don't have the camera with me so I'm itching to have a new camera. And a laptop. And an internet connection. And that ~~cutie at the~~ cool music player...and...

Anyway, that should be a blog post for now.

alms for teh poor?

2008-01-16T21:31:00.000+08:00

What the hey, two weeks (back) in Manila and still no blogging??

Starting the year with a new job, a new home, a new "family", and a new set of officemates should have me bursting at the seams with stories to tell, and I do have stories to tell (like how unexpectedly fun our new team is(!), or how the six of us (transferees?) manage not to go for each other's throats every waking day together), but blogging from an internet shop where I'm currently getting my brain blasted by this Larusso (according to the tigabantay) song is not exactly a very inspiring experience.

So.

What has having my cyberlife put on hold done for me? With the load of new and hard work I'm facing right now, I daresay it's...well, okay. BUT. I do miss twitter, facebook, and multiply a lot. And chatting non-stop with distant friends (and now that I'm here in Manila these so-called friends who have been coercing me to get my ass here are where? Where?? Guys, I'm FREE on SATURDAY nights, Sundays and Mondays okaaayyy?? And my mobile phone is OLD BUT IT IS STILL working okaaayy??) Plus, I miss my favorite people on the net: rom (how are you girl??), helga, baddie, chris, muserati, lauren, ala, mlq, bianca, jessica, and the chickenmafia. And paolo, give me a link to your new blog please?

And oh, I promised to help out my good friend Emir with an entry he recently posted to help this little guy. I hope you guys can help us spread the word and help him out. I'm reposting Emir's entry here:

An angel needs help

Angelo Anonuevo is only 10 years old, but he cannot play or enjoy his childhood like most children his age. He can no longer sit or stand on his own as he is inflicted with Alagille Syndrome, a very rare congenital liver disorder causing his bones to become brittle and his muscles weak. He will die unless he gets help the soonest.

Tagging his blog and spreading his call for assistance would be very helpful.

Thank you.

To all those who will be helping out one way or another, thanks much guys! That's it for me here. See ya when I see ya!

hello, manila =)

2008-01-07T15:23:00.000+08:00

We have moved to our new apartment, yay! And, we have free wi-fi access. Yay! But we have no laptop yet. =(

Will want to post pictures but can't now. Will do later!