Wednesday, June 29, 2005

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…

Sunday, June 19, 2005

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.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

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.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

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!

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

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.

Monday, June 13, 2005

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.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

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...

Image hosted by Photobucket.com 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.
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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.
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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!