aint it just the most wonderful time...

I’ve been uber blessed with so many things this Christmas season. To think I haven’t been able to really prepare much. I used to make it a point to give a really well-thought-of gift to my really close friends. But I dunno, I just didn’t feel that Christmassy until the day itself.

Anyway, here’s sharing what I got this year. The bags, the slippers, the pc…

I’m eyeing on two new shirts. For myself of course. I am so addicted to Topshop. I’ve been burning munny on simple shirts from that shop, argh.

when it rains pineapples...

It was Drew Barrymore’s Lucy in 50 First Dates which got us driving all the way up to Tagaytay one wet December weekend.  Hehehehe…inspired by her statement that they pick pineapples on birthdays:  “it’s a tradition!”.  And so my bestfriend Rachelle drove us to the hills and the traffic just to have late birthday lunch over at RSM and hopefully go picking some of them pineapples later.  However, the weather wasn’t too cooperative.  It was drizzling on our way up and then it just started to pour buckets and buckets soon after.  We got to RSM in one piece though. The food was excellent or perhaps we were just sooo hungry at 5pm…either way, we enjoyed the food.  Loved the kare-kare and the dessert.  

After late lunch cum early dinner, we had to rush back to Manila so that Cecille can make it to her brother’s thanksgiving dinner in QC… We also checked out the pineapples…no pineapple pickings though..just those being sold along the roadside. Rachelle also bought nice flowers..  We got a good deal on this really nice yellow and pink mums ... We also got us some mushroom burger for baon in case we still get hungry going home.  But alas, the way home proved to be problematic we were stuck in traffic for what- 45 minutes just a few meters from the town proper. I had to call trapik.com to confirm the situation and lo and behold, traffic was backed up from Carmona to Bicutan and so it would be impossible for us to make it to QC that evening. Apparently, it was raining real hard over in Metro Manila too.  Our designated driver cum birthday celebrator Rachelle was already getting tired of driving all day we could see how she’s so sleepy and all. So we decided that we either rest or spend the night in Tagaytay…  so we drove back up and got us one of those transient places…  we stumbled upon a certain 5R house by the roadside.  We got us a pretty nifty room.  The bed was huge and it even had pull-out.  For 1200php twas a great bargain. We were to leave at around 5am so I could make it back to my boardwork at 9am.  Twas quite fun cuz we never really planned anything like staying in that place. We couldn’t change clothes. We didn’t have stuff with us also so we had to sleep in our clothes. We wanted to watch Pinoy Big Brother too just for the hell of it…that night being the so called Big Night.  oh well, I  just slept through the damn thing hehehehe…I couldn’t even make any more conversations.  So tired because I started my day pretty early that Saturday. Well at any given day for that matter..hehehehe.
Anyway, we were talking about Emily Rose, the exorcism on our way back that evening, so in the morning driving back home, we were tryna scare ourselves as fog was really thick and twas still pitch black dark with only the reflectors guiding us .   Twas a great trip cuz we managed to get back to Manila in an hour and a half. Fogs withstanding….hehehehe… twas fun..truly memorable.  Gad we’re no longer kids. Man, the girls are already engaging in long driving.  

I’m going back to the gym by tomorrow, I promise.  I’m still recuperating from last week’s setbacks.  Geez. I hope to fully recover this week as this is the last weekend before Christmas.  My sister is coming home this Friday and I expect to be loaded by the weekend..hehehehehe…w800i…come to hotmamma!!! Hahahaha…

I’ve yet to get back on my paperworks. I am seriously needing to finish stuff, like the IEPs and the evaluations and the journal and stuff…things needa be signed and all.  Anyway, I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I wont get sick anymore so that I could finish everything before the week ends.

Oh, I’m gonna be pineapple picking myself soon.  Interesting! I didn’t know that my folks had our place in Silang planted with pineapples!!! Hopefully for my birthday, I could bring my friends up there..

Oh them pineapples!!! Yum-yum-yum!

today could have been the greatest if only...

It was “the” day today.  Earlier today, I was subjected to a critical evaluation by my prof in practicum.  If you’re to ask me how I did? I think I did pretty okey. But the kids were pretty terrible. I mean, they were’nt too cooperative earlier. They were so amazed by my professor’s videocam. Mam Bustos was cool about it though..Said twas understandable... Josh and Jp were particularly obnoxious and grrrrrrrr.  But no sweat, they are my kids after all.  Oh well, if I was gonna get a bad grade, then so be it. I’m not gonna push it.  

I have been out of dream for the past coupla days.  I didn’t show up cuz a chunk of my allergens could be found on that uber shite construction floor.   Aside from the fact that it already caused me a few days off my work calendar, I’ve been spending so much on the expensive drugs to keep me well. Sheesh. It’s so hard when sickness hits you especially if it directly affects your source of income- my voice!  Dang!  

When I had to go home for the afternoon, I was especially sad to find out that our dear Buttercup was feeling really weak all of a sudden. Before the day ended, he bid adieu like Akrho.  I dunno what’s wrong and I could only get sadder. I caught my niece crying in the corner. We basically took care of Cupcup as we would like to call him.  He was this sweet, really playful mixed breed Labrador retriever looking pup.  He was part of Tuni’s first batch of litter.  They were three then …Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup…yup, after the Powerpuff girls. But Cupcup was the only boy in the brood.  Blossom left us earlier on because of a disease. Oh man, I’m getting teary-eyed now.  I love that dog. After Bourghie, he prolly is the next one I really liked.  I dunno…it just came as a big surprise cuz he wasn’t that sick the day before. Oh man.

I dunno…I ought to be happy that I’m recovering well from my allergic bronchitis, and that munny is coming in ever so smoothly even though I’ve to spent so much also again because of my allergies and all…

My sister’s coming home for the holidays, and we’re all excited. After four years, this would be the first time. She’s bringing the husband too.  She already promised us a shopping spree and it got me hearing cash registers and ding ding ding. She’s getting me a new phone.  Yippee… I’m confused as to what I wanna get. It’s a toss between the SE w800i and the w900i… Sony Ericsson’s definitely my brand of choice. I don’t think I could ever go back to Nokia.  But a lot of my friends are actually pimping the N90 … but I’d rather go for the dark horse.  See the thing is if I’d go for the more expensive one, she might not get me other stuff like a new digicam or that nice gym stuff from the Stella Mcartney line of Adidas.  Speaking of gym, I’ve been sidelined by so many things that I wasn’t able to go to gold’s for the entire week. Uh-oh!!!  But I plan to get serious again by next week.  I need to. Ayayayay!!!

Oh well, I’m just thankful I’m still in one piece. Life should get better from here.  

Just wanted to say goodbye to my sweetykins, Cupcup.  Sleep tight my baby Buttercup…Cupcup Baby we’ll miss you!

the yahoo of the bristles

For sentimental reasons, I got really sad upon finding out that two of my old mailboxes have been deactivated by yahoo. To think that the other one was my first ever email addy…sigh! I’ve had that for years and years. Dang! Full of memories, I’m telling you…early goof offs actually. I wasn’t able to save the messages there but somehow it’s okey… like it’s a good thing I believe. More like a blessing in disguise.  I really don’t have the heart to delete the account myself, not even the messages.  But I suppose it was God’s way of ridding me of my past mistakes. That particular mailbox pretty much contained a bulk of my stupidity from years back… Oh well, the sigh could better yet be one of relief, I’d like to think.

Anyhoo, I have yet to write about my recent pilgrimage to Manaoag. Yes, finally, after several postponements, things had to happen just so I could finally finally go to Pangasinan to say my thanks to the Lady.   I had with me two of my best buds from high school both of whom are going there for the first time. I tell you, eventhough the trip was exhausting, I could very well say that it was well worth it.  As expected a real darn bad headache on the way back ruined my evening. But what do you know, just a simple breathe in breathe out tactic kept me goin until, I finally succumbed. Consequently, I wasn’t able to come in for my morning duty at trapik. Oh well…so much for trying.  My apachichi was happy to wake up beside me anyhow. You shouldve seen how he reacted when he opened his eyes and I wasn’t in a hurry to leave at all.  Well we played and played until I had to go to school and be with the other kids.  It’s not often that I  get to stay in the mornings and just not do anything.  Hay….you know me. Work is essentially my lifestyle. But I wouldn’t be complaining about it. I actually love it cuz I chose it. Hay…

As of writing I’m coughing. And to think I’d be having my teacher evaluation tomorrow.  Oh my goodness. I dunno what I’m gonna do…

Getting off-kiltered as always…here I am also raving about my current obsession, peanut butter cups. Gad, I’m so addicted to it these days.  I’m also all praises to this oral b toothbrush I now possess thanks to my tita’s kindness. The bristle bomb is actually part of the huge lot that my Tita Carmen sent from the states.  I dunno-- prolly I’m just weird but I enjoy the weird looking rubber bristles on the side. Love the color too…

In Memoriam...

He was born March 16.  In 1994, we got news from a family friend that we’re having him around.  Blue-eyed liver patched.... Yup. That was what he was…  ole adorable blue-eyed…but he was quite fierce. I don’t even remember being able to pat him. I was actually scared of him…Gad, he’s huge.  

His name’s Akhro. He got separated from his family early on. In fact after only 2 years, everyone in his family passed on.  

We tried to give him the best as much as we can.  He’s pretty special too in every sense of the word... He’s actually epileptic. Akhro, the fierce epileptic...how more ironic could it get now?

I miss him already. I suppose we all do. It’s pretty sad thinking about the last days of his life. I never got to say goodbye to him.  Apachichi was able to during the afternoon. And Apachichi would forever remember him. Though he couldn’t say it yet, the gestures and the pointing to the picture I have in my bag captures his innocent yet sincere sentiments about Akrho, the fierce epileptic.    

Take care baby Akhro… I know you will. Bourgie’s up there with you.  You’ve spent a lot of your years together.  Sleep well, ole blue eyes…

After 11 years, he left us one Tuesday evening.  It was eight of the month, and it was the saddest of the month…

So long our fierce epileptic… we’ll see you again Akrho…


  

When the cocks go shuttling

In the heat of the afternoon I dared go meet up with Lot to play baddie…

After months and months, I finally got reacquainted with my racquet… geez I thought I lost my game already…but after warming up for several minutes, got my groove back.

Playing from 230 to 4pm, twas no joke. Twas a good play at 75 bucks. Best deal for a play-all-you-can set up.  I’ve gotten used to shelling out more than that back at Smashville in Ortigas.  Sweat glands worked overtime that hallow’s afternoon.  I had to go back to the office right after. I’m having second thoughts of going to the gym since they’d be closing at 9 and I’m soooooo spent.  Gaddd.

I heard about an old acquaintance getting his girl pregnant. I wasn’t too shocked. I couldn’t be. Me the lola, remember?  Anyway, there goes another example of how we can’t have it all.  I wish his family well. I hope he’s ready for the big plunge into parenthood. I know I wouldn’t be. It’s pretty scary.

Flashback to Saturday…Rachelle, Cecille and I went onto our great shopping adventure. Destination: 168 mall in Divisoria.  With our pockets still full fresh from payday Friday, we braved the heat of the late Saturday morning and got ourselves in a thick stack along Kalentong going Manila.  We got bored to our wits in traffic. Thankfully, we stuffed ourselves earlier with a delectable brunch from our fave resto—you guessed it, Yoshi…  

Even though I didn’t get to indulge in any cardio activities in the gym, all the walking that we got ourselves into would have more than enough made up for it…hahahaha…

And how was my shopping cart? Nothing much… I didn’t get to buy much. Although I had the munny, I didn’t even attempt to splurge.  I didn’t think I’d need any of those I saw.  I got to buy some giveaways for the kids though… Rachelle had plenty of shopping bags to carry… She even went back the next day and the next day..hahahaha…Talk about shopping addictions. I know I had mine a coupla years back. I don’t know if I’m still gonna get attacks anytime soon.

Fast forward to today, for the first time in months, I got to sit down and plot my journal and daily time record for practicum… Thank God, Mam Therese is the ever understanding professor… argh, if not!  Anyway, I’m prepping myself up for my great observation/ evaluation.  I’m to schedule it and I decided to do it on the 16th and 22nd. Hmmmmh… Weirdness.  I needa exert a little more effort on the last few weeks of my stay in Wee Care. I feel as though I’ve been very lax and  very complacent…Traits I’ve always hated. Darn!  

Oh, where are you island boy when I need you most… hay!!!

Can’t wait for my sister to get here … she promised to buy me stuff..I’m gonna ask her to buy me a phone… My bro already promised me a laptop… and then I’m gonna get me that trip to Hongkong with lotsa pocket munny for my birthday …oh goody!!! Disneyland wait for me!!!

In the meantime, I’m wishing myself all the luck in the world to pass this practicum in a jiff. It’s screwing up my already crazy sked… and then there’s a thesis to think about.. hopefully, october 2006 would  mean an MA for me… and then an island boy to forget about….oh when will I ever??? Tsk,tsk…tigas ng ulo!!!

cheese attacks on a monday afternoon...

I’ve found me a new emote-like-anything-kinna-song.   Call it uber cheesiness…but I dunno. I think it’s so much better than any Celine or old Mariah for that matter… so here goes…tantantanan…. Ladies and gentlemen, Kelly Clarkson…

Because of youI never stray too far from the sidewalkBecause of youI learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurtBecause of youI find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around meBecause of youI am afraidI lose my wayAnd it's not too long before you point it outI cannot cryBecause I know that's weakness in your eyesI'm forced to fakeA smile, a laugh everyday of my lifeMy heart can't possibly breakWhen it wasn't even whole to start with

to be is to believe

What would you do if you suspect your friend’s committing adultery?
I know it shouldn’t be my problem anymore. It’s this person’s life.  I am just a friend. No matter how concerned I am, I don’t think that this certain friend would even appreciate my thoughts on the situation.  

It’s just that I happen to care a lot about this person…but what can I do, I’m just a friend…sad, sad!

It’s funny that I’d feel bad that my friend would get involved in something like adultery when years ago it was somebody close to me like myself  hahaha, got in the same mess.  Forgive my juvenile delinquencies. At 23, and on top of my game, my goals were pretty short term and selfish.  

Now at 29, the short became long and ish became less…yup.  I’ve gone thru the phases, painful and fun, and I am just glad I did.

My friend’s older. Hopefully, this person would also realize that there’s so much to be thankful for. This friend of mine is pretty smart anyway.  But sometimes it’s just not enough that you’re smart. You got to have friends to keep you on track… I wish I could do that for this friend.  I want to…but remember how it felt like when it was happening to me? Well I do understand that one should go thru this in order to learn and rehabilitate. Oh well.  Exactly how I imagine this friend would say…” oh well”, when it finally hits the fan for this person… I know this friend only too well.  Or do I really?

Off tops:  island boy rang me… didn’t say anything though.

oh those late nights ...

Just when you are about to call it a night, you stumble upon a tall, lanky,geeky dorky looking funny redhead on cable tellie…

You ask yourself: what’s this about? What’s he about? Why’s he jumping on the stage? Trying to be funny and all?  

And then you find out for yourself:  this is pretty good…next to another red-head named Archie Andrews, this guy really rocks!  He’s funny and even funnier is how he puts himself down. But make no mistake-- the dude is actually a low-profile overachiever…having graduated with high honors (read: magna cum laude) from no less than Harvard University.  And you say to yourself, geez-he’s a geek in disguise…well he certainly is…

But there’s more to this guy who was once described by a dude from the Washington Post as a “living collage of annoying nervous habits. He giggles and titters, jiggles about and fiddles with his cuffs. He has dark, beady little eyes like a rabbit. He's one of the whitest white men ever." –( Tom Shales, The Washington Post)

I caught this beady eyed Irish lad  from 2 years ago right when I was still into David Letterman…I hated Jay Leno for unknown reasons and it almost rubbed off on him but he was able to redeem himself.  How could he not…

Well, this is how he gets to you…

Mr. O’brien simply:

1. Clasps his hands during his monologue, between setup and punchline


2. Often knocks over his desk microphone (on purpose)


3. His sketches sometimes have a surreal tone


4. Makes extensive use of chromakey, puppetry, and cheap-looking models pulled by threads


5. Sometimes switches into a silly voice or affectation and back again, similarly to Robin Williams but not so manic


6. Often jokes that his show is underfunded and unpopular due to its late time slot when it is, in fact, highly successful


7. Often moves outside the camera frame or very close to the camera during his monologue


8. Often hops around like a bunny


9. Often manipulates his pompadour


10. Often makes fun of his red hair and large head


11. Always does a hop and gesture with the band at the beginning of his show


12. Almost always comments on the audiences' applause before his monologue


13. Often makes fun of Kirstie Alley and Ruben Studdard for being overweight. Paris Hilton and Michael Jackson also make easy targets for him


14. Performs the string dance at the request of guests on his show, and sometimes on his own

Can you tell that I really look up to this guy?

Wait til you read about his scholastic endeavors…
After graduating as the valedictorian from Brookline High School (Brookline, Massachusetts), O’Brien entered Harvard University. Throughout his college career, he was a writer for the Harvard Lampoon humor magazine. During his junior and senior years, O’Brien served as the Lampoon's president, making him only the second person ever to serve as president twice, and the first person to have done it in 85 years. He graduated magna cum laude from Harvard in 1985 with a concentration in American History and Literature.


His credits?
Writer - filmography Late Night with Conan O'Brien: 10th Anniversary Special (2003) (TV)

1. 50 Years of NBC Late Night (2001) (TV)


2. Saturday Night Live: 25th Anniversary (1999) (TV)


3. Saturday Night Live: The Best of Phil Hartman (1998) (TV)


4. "Late Night with Conan O'Brien" (1993) TV Series (writer)


5. Lookwell (1991) (TV)


6. "The Simpsons" (1989) TV Series (writer) (episode 4.08 "New Kid on the Block") (writer) (episode 4.12 "Marge vs. the Monorail") (writer) (episode 5.03 "Homer Goes to College") (writer) (episode 5.05 "Treehouse of Horror IV") (as Watch Conan O'Brien)


7. "Saturday Night Live" (1975) TV Series (writer) (1987-1991) ... aka NBC's Saturday Night (USA: original title) ... aka SNL ... aka SNL 25 (USA: new title) ... aka Saturday Night Live '80 (USA: new title)


8. "Not Necessarily the News" (1983) TV Series (writer)

Producer - filmography

1. "Late Night with Conan O'Brien" (1993) TV Series (producer)


2. "The Simpsons" (1989) TV Series (producer) (1991-1993)


3. Lookwell (1991) (TV) (producer)

Truly a rarity on late night tv…never thought that my insomnia would give me something good…didn’t know that it’d come out as a 6 foot 4” red head…

Lemme end this  by sharing with you a part of his commencement speech at harvard back in 2000…


I've dwelled on my failures today because, as graduates of Harvard, your biggest liability is your need to succeed. Your need to always find yourself on the sweet side of the bell curve. Because success is a lot like a bright, white tuxedo. You feel terrific when you get it, but then you're desperately afraid of getting it dirty, of spoiling it in any way. I left the cocoon of Harvard, I left the cocoon of Saturday Night Live, I left the cocoon of The Simpsons. And each time it was bruising and tumultuous. And yet, every failure was freeing, and today I'm as nostalgic for the bad as I am for the good. So, that's what I wish for all of you: the bad as well as the good. Fall down, make a mess, break something occasionally. And remember that the story is never over. If it's all right, I'd like to read a little something from just this year: "Somehow, Conan O'Brien has transformed himself into the brightest star in the Late Night firmament. His comedy is the gold standard and Conan himself is not only the quickest and most inventive wit of his generation, but quite possible the greatest host ever." Ladies and Gentlemen, Class of 2000, I wrote that this morning, as proof that, when all else fails, there's always delusion. I'll go now, to make bigger mistakes and to embarrass this fine institution even more. But let me leave you with one last thought: If you can laugh at yourself loud and hard every time you fall, people will think you're drunk. Thank you.

Only  a few people can come up with something hillarious as that but still sensible…  Only Conan the O’brien can do that… well, I hope someday I could too…

smmmmmmmmmmmmmmannnndayyy!!!

Today is a Monday…the day of the week when I am almost always late…hahahaha... but hey, it’s been a week since I got the good news. I have yet to go back to visit the Lady..but I promised to do so, so I will… just tryna fix the sked… whoaaaa…what a year!!! It’s like everything’s really happening.  

I got to treat the folks to an awesome dinner from Superbowl… we enjoyed it a lot.  Bring out the Chinese blood, why don’t we… I got to spend time with my little babies… my pamangkins and apos…dang!!!

Sales have been pretty good over the weekend… I think I earned me a grand or so by selling some ek tickets… and then I got to splurge some of that on some beauty products.  I got me some eye shadow and cheek tints…I’m prepping up for Saturday’s wedding..dang, I didn’t know how huge my participation was until last night, and boy, oh boy, I didn’t know that it would be a lot…look, I’d be the first reader during the ceremony..then in the reception, I’d be co-hosting plus I’d be a well-wisher..not to mention that I am also organizing my friends’ attendance…geez… ( Rein,rein! Tsk,tsk,tsk!)  but hey, anything for a friend…(please don’t tell island boy na lang!..it would be  a big ish na naman..drat!)  Speaking of, we have yet to talk since last week’s argument… well ze boy wants ze hot mama to give up something she loves because something happened in the plantilla…aaaaaahhh..cryptic talk again… well, it’s like I am supposed to be something but twasn’t meant to be eh…oh come on, I passed the board na nga eh…let’s just be thankful…we can’t have it all and what I have will do…at least for now.  It’s not my m.o. at all to be overestimating and reaching for champaigne wishes and caviar dreams as Robin Leach would say it…by the way I just found out recently that this lifestyles of the rich and famous dude is actually straight....hahahahaha…and I thought I had the gift of gaydar eversince.

I’m on the tail-end of my practicum…and I’m starting to feel the panic attacks… I have tons of paperwork to accomplish plus I need to prep up for my great observation evaluation…grrrrrr…dang dang dang..dug dug dug…
waaaaaaaaaahhhh!

I wish I had the wits and the smarts of Conan O’brien… I’m gonna do a full-feature of him in my next post…and find out for yourself why I’ve always been addicted to this guy…

hours later...

Just a quick one…

I MADE IT!!!

CONGRATULATIONS TEACHER ODET …We did it…

my sentiments exactly

I don't want to go another day
So I'm telling you exactly what is on my mind
Seems like everybody is breaking up
Throwing their love away
I know I got a good thing right here
That's why I say (Hey)

Nobody's going to love me better
I'm going to stick with you
Forever
Nobody's going to take me higher
I'm going to stick with you
You know how to appreciate me
I'm going to stick with you
My baby
Nobody ever made me feel this way
I'm going to stick with you

I don't want to go another
So I'm telling you exactly what is on my mind
See the way we ride
In our privated lives
Ain't nobody getting in between
I want you to know that you're the only one for me
And I say

Nobody's going to love me better
I'm going to stick with you
Forever
Nobody's going to take me higher
I'm going to stick with you
You know how to appreciate me
I'm going to stick with you
My baby
Nobody ever made me feel this way
I'm going to stick with you

And now
Ain't nothing else I can need
And now
I'm singing 'cause you're so, so into me
I got you
We'll be making love endlessly
I'm with you
Baby, you're with me

So don't you worry about
People hanging around
They ain't bringing us down
I know you and you know me
And that's all that counts
So don't you worry about
People hanging around
They ain't bringing us down
I know you and you know me
And that's why I say

Nobody's going to love me better
I'm going to stick with you
Forever
Nobody's going to take me higher
I'm going to stick with you
You know how to appreciate me
I'm going to stick with you
My baby
Nobody ever made me feel this way
I'm going to stick with you

Nobody's going to love me better
I'm going to stick with you
Forever
Nobody's going to take me higher
I'm going to stick with you
You know how to appreciate me
I'm going to stick with you
My baby
Nobody ever made me feel this way
I'm going to stick with you

            Stickwitu –pussycat dolls

thank god it's mwondway....

My weekend wasn’t that bad but it wasn’t as happening as did the previous weekends… aside from my being flat broke, I just didn’t have much drive in me to actually put an extra umphh.. I dunno. I prolly am still tired. I never really cared to organize to my life til last night when I had the urge to color code my practicum biz…  I had fun going through the stuff I have already managed to put out in the name of teaching.  It’s been more than a month already..and look ma, look pa,  I still am standing…I just try to avoid computing my expenses…boy, oh boy!!!

the powerpuff babies...

guess who's the only girl?hehehe..my grandkids...sean alec,nicole francesca,and ramchand benjamin...

fall out girl...

Down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
--SUGAR, WE'RE GOING DOWN,fallout boy...--

it's kinda depressing today...lemme talk cryptic and say it's a wipe out...i'm actually lost for words.i actually dunno what to do...i'm in the middle of work and i get this crap about something and voila, my lacrimal glands have gone haywire...damn it!damn the torpedos...sheesh...is this what i get for working too hard? and this being couldn't even understand what i've been going through...i think supportive will never be part of his m.o. ever...geez...why did i get myself into these...it's been almost 5 years and still. gad...grrrrr..never felt so helpless in my entire life...

oh what a glorious monday....

It’s been a crazy Monday I should say…it’s like there’s this bad feeling to it…almost ominous, but nonetheless, twas able to redeem itself in the end..or did I ? hmmmh…

And why so? First up, I forgot my charger. I was already on the critical red zone bar when I left the house. I didn’t wanna go back for it since I was running late.  Well, come to think of it, I’m almost always running late.  Ask my dad. Hehehe.  As if that’s enough. I just had to be late again for my class.  Thanks to the long queue in the Xerox place I go to, I had to go to another one that had a really slowpoke Xerox-er…hehehehe.  I could have had it photocopied earlier if not for another bad trip- our very incompetent asiatrust payroll bank just wouldn’t roll out some cash… like it’s keeping munny from us. Grrr, had to go another bank and pay an extra 10 bucks..darn!!!

Anyway, I made it to school just the same.  I held the class minus the colorful antics. I wasn’t able to really really prepare materials. I know, I know, sue me now, kill me. I’s short-changing the kids.  Well, in my opinion, I still didpretty good.   I was able to engage them...and they delivered. Twas a good day for them I suppose. Fresh from the weekend,I  take it they are still eager to socialize with teacher and classmates… I was only able to dish out three activities since I ate up 15 minutes of their time (I made them wait for me…bad teacher!!!). I sat in for the workshop class at 1 with teacher Japeth and made some mess with the glue and some papers… Turned out pretty well though, save for my fingers… geez.  And so everything’s done… I’s ready to pack away after a coupla minutes with Kathleen. But the sudden downpour prompted me to stay put for awhile… I was kinna worried I might have to plunge into some floodings along the way to Ortigas…ooohh, how I wanted to go home already. Gad.  

So I made it to Ortigas in one piece.  I got a little wet, but my trusty red brolly did it’s job of keeping me generally dry…I say, generally…it could only accommodate so much of me you know..hahahaha…so much for  my orange tote…  I was already thinking of my late-lunch/early-dinner menu…gad, I’s pretty hungry. Too much mental activity.  

Onto Jollibee- I got me a single piece chicken joy and dalandan juice meal…couldn’t help but buy an extra mushroom burger for a possible meryenda…highly likely though to my thinking. I think I’m this close to getting me ulcers…tummy was really hurting that I had to appease. And it’s gym night. needa fill up… I don’t eat dinner when I get home from the gym eh…

Back to work…twas the usual swing of things… except for half of the tigidig twins made me raise an eyebrow or two…geez. She kept me on hold for too long that I missed the report altogether… and as if that’s enough..my other station forgot that Mondays are gym class-nights…   so there, I was about 15 minutes late… and to think it’s supposedly Reagan’s (our cardiofunk guru )  last class for the next 3 months.. hopefully by next year, they’d bring him back…I like him.. I learned a lot of moves from him.. I was telling my friend that we can actually use his moves for everyday living..hahahaha… right before we left the gym, his gf, Jammi approached us and asked if we could help keep him in galleria .  Well why not. I’m gonna try to.  I’d be asking Mays and prolly Ms. Babes and Anna.

Even with the day's low points, thankfully, Monday went smoothly during the later part... so i could prolly say that it redeemed itself...

quiz me baby one more time

a bit of school work here guys....sharing with y'all....
you might want to indulge...
island boy said this was a joke ..harhar...
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Sibika at Kultura
Long Quiz
September 15, 2005

Pangalan :________________________________________                 Marka: _______

Lagda ng Magulang:  ______________________________


I.  Piliin at salungguhitan ang tamang sagot sa mga sumusunod.  (8 points)

1. Ang  ( likas na yaman, gawang tao, milagro) ay tumutukoy sa mga bagay-bagay na matatagpuan sa kapiligiran na pinagkukunan ng mga pangunahing pangangailangan sa ating pamumuhay .

1. Sa ilalim ng mga (bundok at mga kabundukan, tulay , bangketa ) nakukuha ang karamihan sa ating mga mineral na metal at di-metal.

1. Ang likas na yaman ay biyayang pinagkakaloob ng ( Panginoong Diyos, kapitbahay, baranggay tanod).

1. Makukuha ang  (perlas, plywood, asukal) sa ating yamang tubig.

1. Ang pilak, ginto at bakal ay mga halimbawa ng yamang (mineral, tubig, alahas).

1. Gumagamit ng yamang mineral na ( semento, asin, bigas) sa pagpapatayo ng gusali.

1. Matigas ang mineral na ( metal, di-metal, tubig).

1. Ang gulay at mais ay halimbawa ng yamang ( tubig, lupa, mineral).

II.   Lagyan ng tsek (   )  ang wastong pangangalaga at ekis ( x )  ang hindi.
      (10 points)

_______ 1.   Paggamit ng lambat sa paghuli ng isda.
_______ 2.   Pagtatanim ng puno sa pampang ng ilog.
_______ 3.   Pagtapon ng basura sa  ilog Pasig.
_______ 4.   Paggamit ng dinamita para sa mas madaming huli ng isda.
_______ 5.   Pamamaril ng ibon at usa.
_______ 6.   Pangangalaga sa halaman.
_______ 7.  Pag-aalaga ng hayop.
_______ 8.  Pagbabalik muli sa tubig ng maliliit na isda.
_______ 9.  Pagsusunog ng mga halamang gulay.
_______10. Pagtapon ng mga kagamitang gawa sa tanso, bakal at ginto.

1. Pangkatin ang mga sumusunod na mga kayamanan ng bansa. Isulat sa     tamang kahon. (12 points)

kabibe o shells         asukal          ginto           pusit            bangus     
pilak                           bigas          mais           korales      chalk
asin               punong narra

Yamang Lupa




Yamang Tubig




Yamang Mineral




goodluck…
prepared by:
teacher indi

Boy Bawang Nation

This just in…the Supreme Court has just given the dreadfully horrific e-vat a go… and in a few days or so, pro or con, we will all feel its pangs. Mamang Cabbie from last week has just mentioned how that one July morning hurt his business what with the gas prices sky rocketing like there’s no tomorrow. I feel for these people. They’ve been so much a part of my life. Imagine, meeting 2-3 cabbies a day? Since I’m not so good in Math, I won’t even try to count, but all I can say is that it’s a good number. But anyway, at least one of them would have an interesting and inspiring story to tell while we get on with our sojourn. I’d miss them a lot once I start driving. I told my dad this morning that it’s like so impractical to be bringing the car to work especially in my case…I hold 2 jobs… I travel edsa four times a day… I dunno exactly how much that translates to gas mileage, but I feel that it’s supposed to be a lot since we’re also to consider other factors such as the weather condition and my stress level…hehehehe! Oh well, the only promising thing that I heard all day was my dad saying he’s willing to take care of the gas, so that sorta encouraged me again...hmmmh… Anyway, going back to e-vat, I wonder how this is going to affect the cost of boy bawang…which we get for a buck from the nearby store… I dunno..this is something I picked up from my folks who are soooo into “BB”…well, apparently, it’s not just them, it’s a phenomenon getting bigger by the minute...I always loved chichacorn. I remember being in the chichacorn diet back in highschool. Twas crazy, cuz I wouldn't eat anything but that. I have it for recess, for lunch and for merienda. It's tipid and yet it's sooo yummy. I can't believe I'm back into the habit. Well, chichacorn is far better than the other junk foodies, well at least I'd like to think..hehehehe... I just wish the Boy Bawang industry would not be affected by the e-vat scare. Imagine how many lives will be affected. A single buck still means a lot to some people.

just for kicks...

I’m on my second week of internship and what can I say, it’s a pretty serious task and lots of passion and commitment required. I’m never going to complain. Nope. Not even if they ask me to tutor on day 2 and facilitate a class of 5 on day 3… I couldn’t be any prouder of myself for having achieved something that I was dreading. Well one of the many things I’ve been dreading. (speaking of dreading—as of writing, no word yet on the recently concluded board exam which btw, I am still not confident about)

Anyway, such blessings-those kids are. How can you not love them? In my Crossroads class I have 5 special kids…Josh, Tommy, Jp, Rr and Wesley. Interesting kids I should say. Most of them diagnosed as showing an impression of autism and I’ve one cerebral palsy case. They are my kids now. In my hands, is the biggest responsibility I could ever handle…I’ve to facilitate their learning and this is way serious stuff. Not to mention I had to adjust my schedule to fit all these into my life. I had to compromise my earnings a bit just so I could get on with this. Definitely serious stuff. So unlike me…hahaha.

Oooohhh, I forgot. Almost a week ago, I got me some thai foot scrub. Heavenly--I could do that everyday you know…really serious pampering there. Wish I had more munny to spare for that. But the practical side of me would scold me every time. Like haunt me for life..hehehe. Sure-- spend all your hard earned moolah feeding them masseurs and masseuse…hehehe.

Anyway, my gym buddy’s always procrastinating about going that it’s getting to me. Nah, but I’m still adjusting anyway to my recently adjusted sked. So I’ll prolly get back in my gym-buddyless psyche in a few kicks or so , so until then, I’m not going to be too hard on myself. Hmmmh…

oh when the days...come marching in!

something I’m loving these days… from Jay Kay and the rest of Jamiroquai who owns just about all my dream cars… I'm still composing the rationale while I like it so much..tell you the story soon...


"Seven Days in Sunny June"

The pebbles you've arranged
In the sand, they're strange
They speak to me like constellations
As we lie here
There's a magic I can hold
Your smile of honey gold
And that you never seem to be in short supply of

[Chorus:]
Oooh, so baby let's get it on
Drinking wine and killing time
Sitting in the summer sun
You know I've wanted you so long
Why do you have to
Drop that bomb on me?

Lazy days, crazy dolls
You said we've been friends too long
Seven days in sunny June
Were long enough to bloom
The flowers on the summer dress you wore in spring
The way we laughed as one
And then you dropped the bomb
That I've known you too long
For us to have a thing

[Chorus x2]

Could it be this?
The stories in your eyes
The silent wings
You'll fly away on

Seven days in sunny June
Were long enough to bloom
The flowers on the sunbeam dress you wore in spring
Yeah, yeah, the way we laughed as one
Why did you drop the bomb on me?

[Chorus]

Could it be this?
The honeysuckle blessings you seem to show me
Could it be this?
For seven days in June I wasn't lonely
Could it be this?
You never gave me time to say I love you
Could it be this?
I know you don't believe me but it's so true

Don't walk away from me, girl
I read the sories in your eyes
Don't you walk away from me, girl
I read the sories in your eyes
Don't you walk away from me, girl
I read the sories in your eyes
Don't you walk away
I read the sories in your eyes

And you've been telling me
We've been friends for too long
Why do you want to drop the bomb?
Telling me
We've been friends for too long
Why do you want to drop the bomb?
You tell me we've been friends for too long, yeah
I think I love you
I think I love you
Why do you want to drop that bomb?

the magic of waiting...

I’m waiting…with baited breath..hala! I feel I didn’t do so well last Sunday that I might actually not get it…geez. No, actually I’m psyching myself for whatever. Anyhoo, I’m just holding on to my prayers. Now, isn’t that too late? Uhmmm. I dunno… I know I’m supposed to go back to Manaoag. It’s a promise. And I also promised St. Claire. Oh no!!!
A funny test item came up that got me smiling… there’s this person who didn’t study, but she spent about an hour and a half praying… the question was, how does she view god? God as authentic.. God as religious…God as redeeming…or God as magic??? Eeeeennnnnnnngkkk!!! M-A-G-I-C…Hehehehe..I dunno… everybody says that we got it really tough.. why must this happen to me? Ack! Hay, but it’s all good…I guess I have to deal with failures every now and then…I know I’m being too hard on myself but you know, I know I can do things. I can make things happen had I given much more time.

Munny overflows these days… I wonder why! Hahaha…but no, I needa pay the bills. There’s the fone, the cable, my debts…I need some pampering too…need to stock up also on the drugs, er vitamins…

a prayer for the druggie...

I’m doing drugs these days…legal ones though. Darn it! Hehehe… I never really liked taking vitamins and stuff that supposed to be good to the body. But I suppose I’m older (oh yeah?) now, and I think I really need to put some order in my life. Naks… I still can’t believe that I’m on this healthy mode …prolly because of my latest passion. Hmmmh..could I really say that going to the gym is my latest habit?moreso passion? Hmmmh,again! Well, I like how I feel…

Anyhoo, I just came back from a pilgrimage to Manaoag, Pangasinan yesterday with my friend Odette…Went there 6am, got there 1040ish…got on the bus home at around 4ish…and got home at around 9ish… I had a terrible headache on my way back. But it was all good..I know it was well worth it. Call it a homecoming…I used to go there a lot when I’s a kid. Last I’ve been there though was around 23-25 years ago… I am not used to traveling really but it was something I’ve been meaning to do. Yup, I have this strong feeling that I’m going back there.

I need a massage!!! Badly need one…I dunno if I should get it Friday or Saturday…depends on my budget too… It’s a good thing that mama has munny these days that I need not pay what I owe her immediately. She was even willing to loan me munny for the trip yesterday.

As for the progress in my studying…I have these terrible headaches plaguing me. I’m still scared that glutaphos thingie-majig… should I or should I not??? I never relied on that even before so should I risk it? Hmmmmh…I need to eat lots peanuts though in the hopes that the test itself would be peanuts!!! Ahahahaha!

Be needing all the prayers I can get. But don't worry, I'll also try my best to study...I'm quite serious about this though. At least around the past coupla weeks.

Goodluck to me...

this is no spaghetti incident

JOHN MOE'S POP-SONG CORRESPONDENCES, VOLUME VIII.
BY JOHN MOE - - - -
ATTENTION,
MR. AXL ROSE:
WE DID NOT FEEL WELCOME IN THE JUNGLE.
- - - -
Dear Mr. Rose,

I am writing on behalf of my wife, Thelma, and myself to demand a full refund of the $6,500 paid for our recent "Welcome to the Jungle" safari. I know you sensed our unhappiness during the trip, but I bet you wondered if we'd actually demand our money back. Oh, yes, we certainly are, mister. You bet we are.

I must admit we had our doubts when we first signed up. But the price was dramatically lower than any other safari we looked into and, since we're seniors on a fixed income, we figured this would be our best chance to see rhinos and the like. You and your colleagues, particularly Mr. Slash, were cagey about where specifically we'd be traveling. Thelma says she thinks some of the assistant tour guides might even have been on the drugs. You might want to look into that.

Just as I did at the time, I object to your blindfolding us for the entire trip to Africa. It was uncomfortable and frightening. After looking into it and calling some other tour companies, I've learned that you were wrong about everyone doing it that way. In fact, nobody does it that way, Mr. Rose. Nobody!

The trip was a disaster from almost the beginning. True, you welcomed us to the jungle. And that was hospitable. And right off the bat you promised fun and games. But there were never any fun and games! Would it have been so hard to put together a bingo or a quick trivia thing? Then you promised that you and the other fellows could find whatever we might need. Well, we needed food and somewhere to lie down for a while. And all you offered was some stale pretzels and an old futon. Your offer to somehow acquire new diseases in exchange for extra money was very 0unsettling. I don't know if that's what the kids do these days, catch new diseases for fun, but that's not our idea of a good time! If anything, we were going to need extra medicine, not diseases.

Thelma and I thought right then that we should try to get out of there, but we didn't know how to get around in the jungles of Africa. You were all we had, Mr. Rose! Well, we should have just left anyway. Any encounter with a hippo or lion or monkey would have been better than staying with you. Your "learn to live like an animal" program was very hard on Thelma and me. And painful. I still don't understand why, if we were really in the jungle, we couldn't just see real animals instead of having to live like them. Also, I love my wife very much, Mr. Rose, but she is not "a very sexy girl." She is an elderly woman! And I don't think she is very hard to please; she just wants a pleasant vacation and some water occasionally.

Of course, then things got out of hand. All that business about us getting on our knees? Why, Mr. Rose? And why were you saying you were going to make us bleed? That was horrible! And I absolutely can't imagine why you would tell people in the jungle that they're going to die! That was mean and frightening! And through it all you kept saying, "Welcome to the jungle." Screaming it, really. But, frankly, I came to doubt your sincerity. I don't think you were really welcoming us at all. It was like you were trying to threaten and seduce us at the same time. That's not welcoming, and that's not what we signed up for, Mr. Rose!

One more thing: We have shown pictures of our safari to friends and relatives back here in Minnesota. And they think we were never in the jungle at all but rather in Los Angeles the whole time! It's not just the lack of animals (how could they all be sleeping, Mr. Rose?) that makes people think this; it's all the buildings, the cars with California license plates, and the people at the Whiskey-A-Go-Go nightclub. We suspect that those weren't native people dancing to tribal music, as you claimed, but "heavy-metal supporters" at a "rock show."

Please send us a full refund immediately. My best to Mr. Stradlin, Mr. Slash, Mr. McKagan, and Mr. Adler.


William Brownstone
Fergus Falls, MN
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*muffnote: this was on the this nifty site my dear island boy wanted me to read...
thought i'd share ... and for those not in the know- gnr had an album entitled the spaghetti incident.

post scripting the birthday...

I liked this week better than last week’s. I dunno. Perhaps it’s because I was able to accomplish more today…but I just did that over the last coupla days. Rachelle is already my certified gymgurlfren…oh goody! She admitted to me yesterday that she’s enjoying it so far, considering she’s only been there barely a week. I’ve lotsa munny this week--payday weekend-- now so I’m planning to throw my brother a 2-day overdue birthday celeb. I’m sure he’d like that…

racking em up the cds...

I’m actually thinking if I should go and buy Mariah’s new album. I haven’t been buying cds lately. And I wouldn’t really mind if it’d be a Mariah. I dunno. I think her album’s gonna sound great in the car on long drives. I’m no Mariah fan but I just feel that it’s a good buy.
Here’s a list of the albums I’m gonna get this payday weekend:
1. X&Y-Coldplay
2. The Emancipation of Mimi- Mariah Carey
3. The story goes…- Craig David
4. Hand in my pocket acoustic- Alanis Morissette
5. The Fantastic 4 OST- Various Artists

I’m pretty sure I’d be adding some more along the way. Geez, I just hope that I won’t go over my budget.

from the island boy with love...

E I G H T E E N H A L F T R U T H S .

BY CHRISTOPHER PAINTER

- - - -
1. Orange is the absence of all color.
2. A person cannot taste food unless it is mixed with blood.
3. George Washington's wooden eyes are on permanent display at the Smithsonian.
4. There's a tiny, almost invisible thread embedded in all U.S. Currency, and it is made from bumble bees.
5. The sentence "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" uses every single fox cliche once.
6. If you feed a dog chocolate, it will not be able to sneeze with its eyes open.
7. The cheetah is faster than any other animal on land at making excuses.
8. Due to wartime rationing and a scarcity of all metals, the Oscars given out during World War II were manufactured from cattle bones.
9. Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for money.
10. A shark can detect one part of gin in 100 million parts of tonic.
11. Both Hitler and Napoleon were each missing one goat.
12. A rhinoceros horn is made of hate, accumulated and gradually hardened over the years.
13. Some almonds contain cashews.
14. An elephant can smell a broken heart up to three miles away.
15. The average human requires more calories to smile while eating a piece of celery than to frown and vomit it back up.
16. An ostrich's eye is larger than its capacity to love.
17. Leonardo da Vinci could simultaneously write backwards and upside-down with one hand and kill a man with the other.
18. Starfish harbor no regrets.

switching on and off...

I’m on and off the panic mode. Geez. Should I flunk the board, I have nobody else to blame but myself and procrastinating ways. Drat!

I thought I was going to get my act together over the weekend but nooooo..I just pondered on life and tv and movies and playing with the kids. I also went with my highschool buddies and slept over. We just dined, talked and slept..Yup, all we did…and oh, we got to realize in unison that we’re not getting any younger. Yeah, yeah, rub it in!

A little side note here- The Old Spaghetti House is pretty okey. We liked their thin-crust pizza. I enjoyed my arriabiata although I’d still give it to piadini for their hands down to die for garlic oil concuction. Anyway, the highlight for Saturday was basically my line getting cut. To think I just owe them 600 bucks… drat! Stupid cashier or prolly people from Globe Galleria did not advise that I have partially settled that I only owe 600 and this was due on the 20th..and what? Twas only the 16th!

Oh well..I’m heading home now…I wanna rest. And prolly, again, attempt to review…yayahahahaha…

Check out pinoyexchange people…join the local and international issues thread. Great source of infotainment these days. Hehehehe…

Tales of the drunken mastah-wannabe...

A big sigh--I didn’t get drunk the following Friday… I was sooo looking forward to getting drunk but the taste of my first beer turned me off. It’s the fort strip again, with prior week’s bunch minus John. I distinctly remember having a pianini for dinner. A welcome treat from Pasto with mac salad on the side and about a glass each of lemon and raspberry iced tea. Ofcourse I was in the company of a wonderful friend who never runs out of interesting kwentos. She was reminiscing about someone while we evesdrop on our next table neighbor… if only for the beer, my night would have been off the wall fantastic..hay…but no twas alright at least I got to see some friends. The whole point anyway was to spend quality time with friends. A week after our friend’s declaration of pseudo-liberation, there she was—on to the next battle. She confessed anyway that she’s gotten so used to be with somebody that she doesn’t really want to even know how it is to be alone. She also said that she doesn’t see any hope in getting back together with estranged boyfriend. I say, this could be true.

On to the next Friday, I spent time in the gym pondering about the days to come. I was rushing for no apparent reason but I managed to do an hour on the treadmill. I skipped the sauna and just spent a good 10 minutes on the shower…I dunno. All of a sudden, I felt alone. I needed the refuge of my home. My family. Must be the island boy thinking about how he can get back at me. Not getting back together though, but just getting back over my so called cheating…like duh??? Oh well..life…I just wish I could earn my masteral in drinking pretty soon. Darn it!!!

a welcome hangover...

Been awhile since I last downed a bottle of beer…I had no opportunity to do so until last Friday. A friend owed me and another friend, dinner for something he got both of us into. Hehehe… I always looked forward to spending time with these people because not only do I have fun but I also get treated to some fun intellectual talks. Incidentally, a friend is actually in the rut of a relationship, having taken a sorta “vacation” from a 5 year affiliation. Twas then the running topic for the night--the premise being LOVE SUCKS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS…side-tracking on what sort of love you want in your life and what could prolly be the best song for that kinna love you pine for. This then got me thinking for the next few days…I still couldn’t tell what I really want…so I suppose it be safe to say that I want the surprise me kind of love…the one that would prolly make me sing to the tune of ebtg’s I didn’t know I was looking for love..hehehehe…

It’s always refreshing to know what sort of love one wants and that prolly puts the much needed pressure on your part to seek that kind of love you think you deserve. But what do I know? I think my friend John was right in saying that love only sucks when get yourself in a situation where you fall for someone but you don’t really want that someone to love you back because there’s a possibility that the love wont be genuine but would rather become an obligation so to speak… Well I’ve been having a rough ride with the island boy myself and we’re perhaps constantly on vacation. It’s the “hard to accept” kinna thing with us. I still end up with the eternal, “ I dunno” remark. It’s just about the only thing I can hold on to…the mystery, the enigma, the big question mark. Sigh, sigh.

Anyway going back to Friday, the rains didn’t dampen our gimmicky spirits. We started out quite late at around 10ish. We wound up at gourdo’s first munching on salad and pizza til our man-host brought out the beers..hehehe. We weren’t really planning to but it was on our other friend’s agenda when she asked for some mudslide and declared, “I wanna get wasted”. It was prolly prophetic on her part, because she was in the brink of wastedom in the middle of discussing her bangs with another friend we so missed. Aaaah, the life. I barely spoke about my sentiments though. I dunno..something about the setting that made me think of other things besides. I’m just enjoying the moment. Savoring the time spent. No need really to blurt out my inner drama. It’s even quite embarrassing.

We called it a day at around 230ish and so I got home around 3ish in the mawnin… to think I’ve work in 3hours tops…hehehehe… oh but I had lots of fun. I’m looking forward to another one of these. I could need some of these…
I am actually looking forward to a great hangover one of these days…

the show must go on...

it's father's day today. but nothing much on the agenda as i'm lacking on the finances to back it up. so we ended up staying at home.and my dad's so not used to celebrating it anyway. a simple greeting would do.he actually hates gatherings.i think that's where i got my unenamoured take on parties and similar social brouhaha.
anyhoo, im still wondering whatever happened to a friend who plans to end things soon with the 'used to be special' person. it's sad but i understand where my friend's coming from. i wish both of them well.

recycling mode....

Twas island boy's birthday last thursday.wasn't planning to greet him at all. but what do you know, he prolly got too excited he started calling me thru a payfone so should i confront him he can easily deny it. then true enough, right before the afternoon ended. he started what would be a series of sms's. ofcourse,he'd never miss those feisty words for the world. even weirder, i was there to oblige- not exactly happy to, but i did. something about keeping silence that agitates him even more.sigh.it's an unending cycle that i seem to always end up in.

speaking of cycle, aren't we just creatures of habit? well, same ole, same ole when it comes to my dad and his morning fits. Mom seems to be in the same rut. She too is at it again. But i love them and i wouldn't want it any other way. They may both talk too much, well they really have a lot to say-- but i love them both. i owe them not just my life but whatever i am right now. i suppose-i got their good genes. i cant imagine silent,unopinionated individuals as my folks.

bed ridden...

I highly doubt I could go to my friend’s party tonight. It’s Jc’s treat at Bed in Malate. I know, I know. It’s not everyday that you get to share quality time with friends from dream but it’s been a loooooooong day for me already. Oh, the ever anti-social, boring me again…Plus I’m also thinking about tomorrow. I mean I have been late for the past coupla weeks. I’m almost always 3 out of 5. You can just imagine how much of that reflected on my paycheck today. I dunno what I’m doing with my finances. This month would prolly be the most challenging, most grueling and most frustrating. My munny from both my jobs both got delayed and I only got to rest easy just now. Then, enter the payables: I owe my mom some moolah, I need to pay some bills, plus I owe myself 5 grand. Geez. Father’s day on Sunday..I’m gonna have to buy something for the babies and my bro and my daddy ofcourse…It never ends! hay…but I shouldn’t really worry. It’s just munny…I can earn everything back. Well, I really hope so…

the emancipation of indi...

Strange happenings…

I’ve never been a Mariah fan but I would admit to singing her songs. I especially enjoyed her MTV unplugged cd which by the way is the only cd I have of hers. However I’d come across hits of hers in my multiplex tapes. I love singing ‘I can’t let go’ and ‘Love Takes Time’. Can’t believe I got that much cheese in me. Haha… but really, that recent performance on the MTV movie awards got me convinced that she’s back in the game, back in form—ready to reclaim her throne. It’s my lss this morning…hmmm, we be-long to-ge-therrr!

putting the funk to cardio

As expected, I was late for my cardio-funk class last night. Me and Teta of magic got carried away talking about some people and some things over the phone. It’s kinna nice to get to know her that it makes me wonder why some people find her to be such a snob and uptight. Must be because my tolerance level is pretty high also that’s why her personality didn’t put me off entirely. Plus factor perhaps would be the fact that she’s also from broad that we at some point have some things in common. Anyhoo, I’m getting off-kiltered again by my thoughts. So going back to the gym, I had a great time during my 45minute cardiofunk. I was able to follow better this week. I just did a 5 minute tread and 40reps of abdominals and about 30-40 minute shower. On top of everything, I was really feeling sick for most part of the day.

I often wondered when I’d ever get to enjoy holidays like today. Sigh. The price I have to pay for getting to do what I love doing. But hey, I need not complain... this actually makes me feel special. Like I’m not you’re usual run of the mill yuppie. I don’t make that much munny compared to my corporate counterparts but hey, no 6-figures can ever make me trade my job for the stress levels I’ll get from going corpo. Geez. Please… I’d rather be part of the academe than deal with biz peeps who feel they should enslave me to get their munny’s worth. Nah…Not my game.

emptying the can...

shooting the bullets again…

• It’s back to school. And boy, oh boy, do I feel really poor these days. It’s really tough when you pay for your own educational endeavors. Geez, I’d sometimes ask myself, why did I ever get myself into this in the first place? Beats me most of the time. But I know, I know. I’m investing for the future. I’m down to my thesis and my practicum. And now, practicum is underway- and it’s a bit scary. It’s only now that I am getting nagged by the thought: am I really cut out for this? Could this be my destiny? Or is it just one of those many phases that a creature of habit like my self periodically gets into? Bummer.
• Last week I only went to gold’s twice. So this week, I’m tryna make up for it for the entire week. I have to get my munny’s worth..hehehehe…
• Am I being too conservative or what? But I got shocked when I went to the dry sauna, some girl joined me and she took her towel off. She was in the nude and I found myself tryna avoid looking. Then I went to the steam room and there’s this mommy who did the same… so her breasts were hanging loosely for the world to see.
• I treated my sister and my pamangkins along with my grand kids to a snack at chowking last Saturday after tryna shop around at Circle C.
• It’s Ram’s 7th birthday. They didn’t prepare anything so I ended up buying palabok, cake and what have you for the little boy. He just requested for a cake but I bought food also for the rest of us, his well-wishers.
• I realize I am in deep debt…at least to myself. I only have a few grand on my account. But when I think about it even harder, it’s really the priceless moments I experienced over the weekend that mattered more. What would I do with lots and lots of munny if I’d be alone and no one to share it with? My dad talks about all the munny he has and how he wants me to handle everything cuz they’re all under my name. If I didn’t value pride of work as much as I do now, I could just stay at home and not do anything. Splurge here and there cuz my dad could afford it. But I’m not like that. He worked hard for all those. And I’m just happy that my parents are allowing me to work hard for my keep as well. I may not get a lot of zeros in my paychecks, but I’m happy in the fact that my jobs allow me to enjoy what I do minus the stress and it allowed me to work on my masters also.

the Make-up

This is me, making up for lost blogging time. I wasn't exactly busy, it's just that I couldn't seem to consolidate my thoughts whenever I decide to write. so I always end up not writing at all. I'm pretty distracted I should say. About a lot of things. Too many happenings that may not even be tolerable for some people. I think it's just pointless to write them one by one now. I'm surviving. I'd like to think that at least.

I've been going to the gym for a month now. about thrice a week. and my folks say I kind of, sort of,lost some weight. Which is pretty good. I actually feel better. I feel much lighter.

Running late for the nth time...

I'm in the pits again. I've been late for the nth time. It's just getting harder and harder each day to force myself to get up and get going. the moment I do get up, I just end up playing with chanchan because, my gad, ...the kid is just so adorable. And just this morning, I woke up pretty late and he was just there lying in bed, and babbling something that got us both giggling. I wonder when he'd finally be able to speak clearly. Can't wait actually. I hope they'd still be around when he gets to do that. They're actually leaving for canada pretty soon. It hasn't really sunk in so, I'm just whiling away the time before it really gets to me.

Idol Worship

This year, at least for the first quarter of 2005, nothing excited me more than my illicit affair with the mother of reality tv competitions—and that’s American Idol. Iremember getting influenced by my friends and co-workers late in season 3, I was quite interested and impressed by the production value of the show. For me the contestants were just secondary. The show in itself, the concept and the presentation appealed to me more than the players.

I’m still reeling from the fact that I spent a good three months eagerly anticipating and really keeping track of the developments in the show. Never was I ever more interested in any other tv show,well apart from Sex and the City and Six feet under perhaps, but there’s just something about American Idol this year that really got me hooked. And I think I can explain it in two words: Bo Bice.

He’s the southern long hair dude who calls Alabama his sweet home. Ooh boy, oh boy.

Early in the game, you already get to pick out your favorite from the bunch. I was still optimistic about Philippine bet, Shar, formerly of Smokey Mountain. But twas really a certain Carrie, a smoldering Constantine, a smoothie Travis and a brow-raising Bo, Harold, if you may, who not only caught my attention, but more like caused and eventually fed my addiction. Oooh, even the Federov guy was pretty cute. I remember texting an officemate how I found Anthony cute and how the boys were way more talented than the girls. Whenever it’s the girls competition, I couldn’t get myself to stay awake for the rest of the show but when it comes to the guys, I can’t wait for the next day to talk about it with friends. Throughout the show I would text my friend and share comments. And week by week, my devotion to Mr. Bice only became stronger and more intense. Hahahaha. I can’t believe I just wrote that.

Down the wire, right on the finals week, I only learned about it the next day, but our baby Bice got sick. Apparently, he got food-poisoned. That explained much about how he was not his usual self, but the voice—definitely Bice! T’was just surprising that he was made to sing quite an obscure song as opposed to Carrie’s very high on recall, Angels Brought me Here. Naturally, the judges loved the rendition. Well how can you go wrong with a hit, right? And how could she not cash in on that. She’s also an equally worthy opponent. Our baby Bice though, helpless as he was, just stood there and pointed that he’s a singer, and he’ll sing anything that’s given to him. Respect and props to you our venerable Harold. He sang Inside your Heaven, the season 4 song, with much emotion and much heart and soul. And people not only saw and heard him but much more, connected with him. However, Carrie got the better end of the deal which after sometime, gets a little easier to swallow and accept knowing that now, right NOW, Mr. Bice would have a better career ahead of him, following the footsteps of another close runner-up Clay Aiken, who even at his stature, is a fan and would definitely pale in comparison to Bice Bice Baby.

Ben Stiller, is also a fellow fan. He even admitted that he voted for Bo about 200 times. Same with Kirstie Allie and who could forget Pamela Anderson. I’m pretty sure if Hall and Oates were asked, though they like Savol as much, they’d pick Bo anytime.

Oh well, the season’s over. And although I’ll miss those Idol moments, I doubt I could give this Idol worship a rest. I’ll just have to content myself with the downloads til Mr. Bice already releases his album late June or early July. Oooh, you bet this girl can’t wait. I’m also praying that some kind soul could bring them over. I’d be the first in line to see, sweeeeeetttttt home Alabama boy who just lets you drift away in his vehicle to go to his corner of the sky where I could get my much needed remedy cause I don’t wanna be lovesick anymore and honestly, I wouldn’t mind if I’ll be tied to a Whipping post next to him as he sings Don’t let the sun go down on me cause I know he’s the kind of guy who wouldn’t leave you for the love of money even if its just within a dream or his version of Heaven. Ahhhhhhhh…cant wait any longer. Bo, I wonder how it is to be Inside your heaven, hunny! Hehehehehehe…Oooh, never mind the long long road… I can’t believe I came up with something like that. I must really be deep into the addiction already. I even got into word fights on pinoyexchange all because of Mr. Bice.

Anyway, I think I better get going. I’ll try my best to curb my idol worship quota for the day. Hehehehe…I said, I’ll try!