Hangover

What’s there not to love about you?

And I am asking myself that again, am I not? It’s not like it’s going to change. I mean the way I feel.

I love this hangover. In fact I missed it. It’s been a while. And this time, it was temptingly sweet. I couldn’t but indulge. Like plunge big time. Felt it lining down my throat, some sort of burning sensation. Ah. Yes, I was tipsy.

Still there wasn’t a thing not endearing about you. Like every inch seems to draw me near. Like magnetic. And I’m cheesy. And all.

And I’m giddy. And jumpy. About you. And us.

Like almost always.

Like a G6

Hard hitting. This beat's got me dancing! I kind of had it on repeat for quite a while now, making GOOD vibes streaking by.

Like a G6 is really contagious! Produced by The Cataracts, this song hits number 1 in the US Billboard 100. Far East Movement, made up of an Asian American Quartet; Kev Nish, Chinese-Japanese ancestry, Prohgress and J-Splif, both of Korean origin  and DJ Virman of Filipino roots. Off from their album Free Wired which hits platinum honors, Like a G6 is really beat-bound to get you in the groove!

Nice, naive and beautiful

Yes. That's a Plumb song that's been lingering for quite a while now.

Something I've been aching to write about, my sort of a motivation.

And I still couldn't believe how I am thinking things afloat again. It feels as if I've been actually stuck in a moment. Painfully refusing to move an inch from it, without anybody requiring me.

I was actually feeling stupid finding myself sinking in. I was sinking in so bad it stinks. And I have been pretty much cautious pa about me having to fall with my face again. I'm jittery. Really jittery, was thinking of bursting into tears. Like right at this moment.

All the while I thought I'm having a good grip on this, only to be so near faltering now. At least I have not completely faltered. My defense mechanism's quite worked up now.

The words are racing and I begin to feel shivers. Something I have tried to avoid a couple of recent instances, failing largely this time.

And I guess I have been completely worked up too. I have gotten myself into loads of emotional juices the past few days and I'm turtle slow coping up. I'm mad but so prone.

Probably a quiet time's what I need. Away from everybody else.

Sometimes it just really sucks being naive.

Like this naive.

Amici Celebrates Friendship

Amici is celebrating friendship in a big way! Over 10 New products were launched today, October 22. To celebrate this grand launch, diners of Amici will be treated to a special offer that will be difficult to refuse. With the purchase of any two of our new pizzas or pastas, customers  will be entitled to one free classic (existing) pizza or pasta of their choice. This special offer will be available for dine-in guests in all Amici outlets from October 22 – 31, 2010.  Amici is located in Don Bosco Makati, Tomas Morato, SM Megamall Atrium, Greenhills, SM North Edsa Annex and Alabang Town Center.

 

Our list of new Pizzas and Pastas:



New Pizzas:

Chorizo e Spinaci: Spanish Chorizo and Spinach in White Sauce

Crema di Spinaci : Creamy spinach spread topped with rich and succulent garlic

Pasticcio di Fegato: A liver pate lover’s dream! Liver pate topped with button mushrooms and caramelized onions.

Arrabbiatta Magnifica: Sauteed garlic, tomatoes and spices topped with provolone, pepperoni and olives.

Mascarpone e Funghi:  Mascarpone cheese, truffle oil, button and porcini mushrooms topped with white onions

Sapore Supremo: Salami, blue cheese and anchovies

 

New Pastas:

Spaghetti ai Tesori del Mare: A mildly spicy feast of spaghetti tossed in fresh tomatoes, scallops, clams, mussels and chili oil

Linguine al Prosciutto e Tartufo: A flavorful combination of prosciutto, truffle oil, porcini and shitake mushrooms.

Linguine al Salmone Cremoso: Linguini pasta in a creamy, zesty mix of salmon, white sauce and a hint of lemon

Fettuccine al Tartufo Classico: Fettuccini in a scrumptious blend of truffle oil, button and shitake mushrooms.

Linguine Fantastico: Linguini tossed in a mouth-watering blend of prosciutto, stewed tomatoes, black olives and garlic.

 

See you at Amici!

 

Buon Appetito!

 

 

Fly me away

I really went ecstatic having seen all these. I badly needed it captured! :D Reminded me so much of my 20^th birthday.

And yes, balloons will always have its way in me, ALWAYS. And I couldn’t be but grateful about this day. THANK YOU Lord God for making me feel GOOD. :)

I wish you had your own share of GOOD VIBES today. We have got to keep 'em coming. It's midweek and I just LOVE it! :)

 

It's Andrei!

And I just couldn’t shut my mouth up about this. I’m like implausibly happy and overwhelmed at the same time. And I was even jumpy at some point. Haha!

Sun-shiny Andrei Felix shoved away today’s gloominess. :)

Thanks to twitter, REALLY.



Well. What can I say? Such a nice and sweet guy this Andrei Felix; like totally down-to-earth and friendly. I’d like to think I’m not only overreacting kasi the sincerity just streamed down e. THANK YOU Andrei you’ve been real nice. Wish to see and hear more from you. Get well soon.

Now here’s a cute catch: Atom and Andrei in the morning? Oh YES, that’s sweet luck swerving my way! :)

Happy Birthday Atom! :)

And yes I could have stayed in bed a little longer than usual. And was slower in preparing breakfast. Aw. That was me sensing coffee on my lips. Caffeine rush there was!

But what got me really shaken up today is the fact that it's Atom's birthday!



Oh well. He's always the good thing waking up to in the morning. Kahit palagi na ko sinisita ni Mama na tanghali na and I should get going already. Walang kaya. Hihintayin ko ang weather at traffic update niya. Then, I'd go rushing. Haha.

Hassle nga lang kasi sa buses on the way to office, always sa kabilang channel naka-tune in. Well, Drew Arellano is quite a cute sight too. A burst of energy like tweet pal Andrei Felix. :) Them guys, san kaya sila pinaglihi? Haha.

Atom's ideology was quite inviting. His exposure to journalism since 5 and Up, to Breakfast, Kabataan Express, Kalye and Umagang Kay Ganda were sort of my drive in learning its whereabouts.  It's not like I'm going full gear about it. But it's something I have ached enough to be doing. That sounds grave right there. Hehe. Basta. Atom fuels my love for journalism. Like spit fire. :)

Nonetheless, it's Atom's birthday. And I hope he gets everything whatever it is that his heart desires. Well, it's not like we're close. But I just wish him the best that life could offer.

Maybe the heavens are pouring down on us like crazy now. But that should be blessings for dear Atom. :)

Hey, I'm such a fan and I couldn't care less.

Happy Birthday Atom! :)

I want it ice cold!

I finally caught an SMB game last night against sister team Ginebra. Match up royale that is, a clincher of a ball game, 69-68, favoring the Beermen in a come from behind finish.

I was so ecstatic myself having seen Olsen Racela stroke some plays up, bringing in so much control alongside Alex Cabagnot. Artadi was an able addition to the injury-laden SMB team. Well, the big men, still big, Arwind and his wingspan, Lordy and Dondon and their treys--pretty much the old crew right there.

But just when I thought there were no major changes hitting the team, the Beermen’s parading a new head coach. Now, that’s MAJOR, really. And I see myself roaming my eyes around searching for the feisty Siot Tanquincen, eventually finding him across the fence reunited with Jhong Uichico; his place being taken over by NCAA champion coach Ato Agustin.

And I couldn’t be but sad about it given there were rumors already about this taking place.

Seeing him drawing big time plays against his former team in the dying seconds of a closely-fought game was kind of really tricky. Of course who would know the opposing team best but him. Maybe the Beermen just got lucky right there. The ball hit Miller’s feet, or could have been Arwind’s steady defense. Either way, it’s a good start for Agustin’s coaching career in the pro’s and it’s a win for the Beermen. And they’re taking it.

Basketball is a game of spurts they say. Tanquincen could have lost it some time right there and Agustin found an antidote to keep it coming. Now the challenge comes as they both try to make good of what’s been given to them.

But how half-hearted can I really get now-- my fave team without my fave coach?

Aw. It’s like beer without ice.

Stings here.

The Wrap Up

This week's still got to be cruel. And that is with no exaggeration whatsoever. It really was. But it's still a good thing I managed, ( kung yun pa rin ang tawag while RLK was swatting behind me kanina ).

That's 3 reports finalized today, with all the cramming there was. Plus the gulo-gulong hairdo. Haha! I couldn't care less.

I just want to go home and hit the bed and sleep the weekend away!

Darn I NEED sleep. Sa totoo lang talaga.

The eye bags couldn't be lying.

Cuenca Weekend :)

This picture's really nice. Nag-set kami ni Jef ng timer sa camera, and eto ang after effect. We placed it above a glass table and it gave us a sort of a reflection effect. :)

 



 

After we ate,we strolled sa venue ng reception. This is the firsh shot I took for Jef. He's kind of laid back here, like some boy next door.

 



 

Ayy, every time Jef takes my picture, I feel a lot prettier. Or could it be all in the mind?

 



 

Potch took this and it's funny coz it's from her that got that scheme. :)

 

 

And I am pissed.

Not that I am trying to elaborate some more. But darn I really am pissed.

This week's quite a handful.

I'm dealing with a handful.

I just want to get this over and done with.

After all, tenacity's got to be the name of my game.

Dalawa lang yan e: take it or leave it.

Tapos.

candycoatedwaterdrops

I am on Plumb overload.

(Thank you Emil for handing the albums to me like instantly.)

candycoatedwaterdrops is Plumb's second studio album released in 1999. And I have been munching on it like crazy the past couple of days like I can't get enough of it.

Plus it has that lingering factor like that of Dido's voice. Well, as for me a.

Everyone must have heard of Stranded. The one that Jennifer Paige did a cover of. That one's a personal fave since high school.

Here With Me, I could have heard over The Riot sometime my lean Wednesdays. But I never knew it was Plumb's. Super! I mean, super love the song!

Worlds Collide reminds me so much of some American TV series I may have watched. Or it could have been part of the long list, an OST maybe. Nonetheless, the lyrics, pamatay.

And the one's playing incessantly is Plumb's Lie Low.

Did you ever care about me?

I remember the time you looked in my eyes

And promised we'd stay together

Our love would go stronger

The storms we had weathered wouldn't last any longer

But we'll never know how good this could be

This isn't how it should be

It could have been so good

But there was something else for me.

And yes. It means something to me. For whatever reasons, my emotive juices have been on a high lately and what's funny is, I immerse myself with the thought that, at one point, maybe, out of gazillion possibilities, any song was painstakingly written for me. Like this one.

Like candycoatedwaterdrops, every song that there is, is sort of a getaway to tear jerking moments coated with our most able defensive mechanisms, like a cover up, a scheme painted in yellow.

Oh, ano ba to, PrimetimeBida?

Hay. I couldn't lie low any longer nga kasi.

That’s a bad ploy right there, really.

Here goes my Friday. Yet to begin, now harshly crumbling to pieces.

It could be the weather. But wasn’t I supposed to like the rain? Oo nga, yung ulan, di ba? E how about the gloominess hovering? Yeah, it goes along with it. Kasama ng ulan ang madilim na langit.

Ayy. Poetic agad ang aga-aga?

E kasi naman, I think that was a little off. Or I just took it the wrong way?

Wala na ring bearing. It ruined everything about today.

At least right at this moment.

First day pa naman ng October.

Salamat sa pagsira ng araw ko. Shet e.

Sige Plumb. Keep on playing na nga lang. This day’s going to be grueling.

Talk about pessimism—oozing!

On Ems' Last Day

And yes. Ems is on to her last day.

And I couldn't get a little more sad about her leaving. Such a sweet girl really.

What better way to capture everything but with pictures! Aw.




While the rain's hitting hard outside, Emil was capturing our 'masquerade' moment. Emil, sabi na'ng close up e. Wag kasama yung tiyan! Kulit.



Ayan, eto na ang close-up na sinasabi! Naku Ems, natakluban ang fab dimples mo!



Ayan. Your fab dimples are showing.

Hay. Ems. Ingat ka palagi. And keep in touch, ha?

I will really miss you. You shall be blessed.

I Do

It's not like I'm getting married.

This song just so fits me now.

Like every word there is, is how exactly it is. Kumbaga, SWAK.

I'm starting to ignore you, I've doubted you so long.

I'm tired of over-thinking, I know you don't belong.

Now i'm asking questions - no one pushes me around.

Everybody feels this way sometimes, everybody feels this way -

Siguro nga everybody feels this way sometimes.

Everybody feels this way.

I ♥ The Sphere

Believe it or not, I’m still hyped. My weekend’s quite thickset. And it could count as one of the best weekends I’ve ever had to date.

Finally, The Sphere get-together cropped up!

Now, that’s goose bumps right there.

And surprisingly I wasn’t a tear jerk having seen all my friends arrive at Thed’s place. Siguro I was crying inside. Tears of joy. Oo na. Maarte ako. Now what?

Thed was outstanding in giving out directions to me till I reached the Annex only to fetch me in the end.

“Tetet, nasan ka na? Wag kang gagalaw sa kinatatayuan mo. Puntahan na lang kita diyan.”, Thed was instructing.

DQ Moolatte quenched my lost, literally lost sense of direction. The next thing I know, we’re over Thed’s pad and I was jumping for joy; Tin’s right there in front of Thed’s 42-inch boob tube.

And I knew I was at the right place. I felt good vibes streaming by. Like something contagious and inevitable and indulging. This has got to be GOOD.

CHEF-UP

As far as I remember, Macoy is the sole HRM student to make it to the paper. Well, that’s how far my memory went. But despite that fact, we have been quite competitive kitchen and FOOD advocates! Haha! Go figure.

Tin was busy over her potassium-filled mechado and I was tentative with the Graham cake I was left to do. More to that graham cake story, Tin’s mechado was tasty!

Late lunch was quite sweet. Thed, Tin and me.

COZ IT’S COZY



Roy didn’t show up when he was supposed to. Good thing volleyball’s on tv and I was hooked. And yes, I could be missing it one way or another. Volleyball I mean. Roy, course.

“ Roy, ano ba? Sabi mo 12 andito ka na? Nasan ka na ba? Anong oras na o!? ” ( Hysterical )

“ Kagigising ko lang. Teka, sino to?” ( Bedroom voice )



Sabay pasa ng telepono kay Thed.

Caltex Cagayan.

Yun na.

After Thed’s ‘feeding program,’ we were teleconferencing with Ervin. One word: ARTE. Dami reasons e. Roy called too; ensuring both Tin and I will still be there when he comes by. Course.



But it was terrible migraine’s paying visit. Buti na lang Thed has Biogesic. And there was me and Tin, on Thed’s comfy bed so close to falling asleep.



THE ROLL CALL



All roads lead to Queensland!

Jenvy came around with Krispy Kremes Thed was being greedy on. By that time Mico was already nearby.

We were hitting on the Amazing Race when Kuya Asel and Dadii Jay arrived. Jenvy and I were laughing at this Malay. Paano niya kaya binibilang ang staircase? Sobra-sobra e. 355? 356? Inisa-isa?

272. Ayun ang tamang bilang. Ayan. Dumausdos tuloy pababa. At umiiyak pa. Tapos nalglag pa siya ng asawa niya. Yay. Disastrous.

Athan arrived and joined the rest. Then my cam went bat empty.

I was bombarding Roy as to where he was already. He promised to come around 8:30. And I was worried about him making me indian again from high noon, to 8:30, coming around 9, FINALLY.

I couldn’t believe how it actually felt the same way as Roy and I would usually hang out back in college. I mean parang walang bearing yung almost 5-year wandering. I thought that was a good sign. We just click to begin with.

“ Tuna sandwich parang mas sumingkit ka lalo ngayon.”



Ganon? Over the years lumiit pala ang mata ko? I heard me murmuring.

Then came Ga and Bunso. Oo, si Mark at VJ. I call them pet names. May dalang bucket meal. Ayun din ba ang tawag kapag galing ng Jollibee? Hehe.

Dadii Alex came last. And he was as hefty as usual. I was just so glad to see my mentors for the Sports Section. I just got to love them, him and Kuya Asel.

TANDUAY ICE IS ♥



Notwithstanding liquor ban, we had for ourselves alcohol. Honestly I actually have no intent minding them, until Tanduay Ice.

That’s got to be love right there. Haha.

E ang hilig ko pa naman sa guyabano, e lasang guyabano kaya STRAIGHT UP. I hear Ga say, “Hoy Tet, akin yan..” I started playing deaf though giving Roy a few gulps.



Thed was generous enough giving me another bottle from the fridge. Roy’s far-fetched Mudshake I couldn’t avail of. Sayang.

Step Up 2 had me glued for a while. I could have danced. But I was a little tipsy I just sat down.

We were taking pictures the whole time and it was a lot of fun capturing our silliest moment since eons ago. It was riot. Riot in a good way. It felt as if I was back at The Sphere office alongside colleagues and friends going gaga about the littlest thing there is.

Or maybe it was just the alcohol taking its toll, or Missy Elliot on the background.

Oh, I wouldn’t know. Not at that time.

GRAHAM CAKE, ANYONE?



“ Tetet, huhusgahan na nila yung ginawa mo!”, Thed was shouting.

And parang bumalik ang ulirat ko. OMG. Ang work of art ko mahuhusgahan na.



Yes, oo. I failed. Kulang sa cream. Sabi ni Roy refrigerated graham crackers lang daw pala yun. Aw. Pero, because he’s a true friend and he loves everything na ginagawa ko, he ate it. Sus. Nakadalawang round pa ata.

Choosy ka pa.



Choosy pa kayo.

Haha. Paghandaan niyo ang pagbabalik ng graham cake ko!

E ano ba naman kasing ginagawa ng cakes ng Cara Mia!



Nonetheless, that cake is made out of love for y’all.



NIGHT’S ADRIFT

I sealed a place in Thed’s bed. I was sleepy already to be staying up with the rest sa sala. VJ and Mark were with me. We were chit-chatting like we used to sa ilalim ng hagdan sa office.

I was checking on Roy once in a while, that he wouldn’t leave while I was asleep. I feel we have a lot of catching up to do. And there was so little time to do that.

Guess what, we managed.

It still amazes me how well Roy was reading between the lines. Or maybe I was the predictable me. A, ewan. Kung ano pa man, I know you got the gist Roy. Kahit tanga ka paminsan-minsan, you got me right there. And I miss having spent time with people with whom I barely need to talk to get things thru. Parang si Thed. Just in time din yan. Salamat. Si Tin, ibang level naman. Basta, girls just know it. Emsterdem.

Roy left around 3:30am and I was back to sleep after me and Thed walked him out the door.

KANGKUNGKERNITZ BREAKFAST



Tin prepared breakfast for us. Sunny side up na eggs, kernitz whatever hotdogs at siksik, liglig at umaapaw na kanin. Haha.

Salamat Thed for mixing coffee for me.

With last night’s hang-over, may energy pa din ang lahat sa photo shoot that we had. These couldn’t be enough proofs! I just love being with each and every one of them! For real!

THE WRAP UP






By 11:30 we all were headed for the wrap up. Walking the streets of I don’t know where, the crew hit LRT Balintawak.




Gees, first time ko mag-LRT. Nakaka-high.

Like how new things bring us to such excitement. But never have I thought that old faces would bring me to certain state of highness.

Ano, adik?





Nah. I mean to a certain level of anticipation. Ang nostalgic ng feeling. Aw. Eats me up e. Well, the good eats me up a.

Consuming and contagious, that’s how all you’ve been to me.

This really calls for a repeat.

Totoong buhay.

Can I like cry na?

32 Flavors

Squint your eyes and look closer

I'm not between you and your ambition


I am a poster girl with no poster,

I am 32 flavors and then some.

Alana Davis ringing back to my ears the entire weekend. You can only imagine how my mind's been racing all the while. This squeezing up thing

I was thinking of going adjective picking til I come around 32 of them. But then I guess that was way too cumbersome; plus I might only end up having hasty synonyms and do not get the thought across.

Yes. Get something across, the most obscure way possible.

It was quite a restful weekend. We got someone to the laundry; Sai and I have been pretty prente it got Mama pika. More than Fr. Noel's homily is her version of a shut-your-mouth-up-Sunday morning. Manay Po 2 was quite a sidetrack. I could only go on laughing.

Saturday's special though. I thought it was a good head start. Well, if that could actually qualify as that. I mean head start- its context alone.

How many times could one actually say it's some kind of a head start when there's no end, nor a pause for that matter?

Oh well, that's a downplay right there.

Nonetheless, it doesn't change a thing. Ever.

Now that's a risk right here. Having spilled myself all over again.

Or have I been such a gimme? A gimme with the right motivation at that.

I'm beyond your peripheral vision so you might turn your head.

Cause someday you're going to be starving and eating all the words that you just said.

I'm taking my chances as they come.

32 flavors and then some.

(Singing my heart out. As always.)

Third Time's A Charm

It has been a while since Thed and I spoke. Even chat for that matter.

Guess what? Parehas kami ng reason why we opted not to.

Productivity reasons. TAMA.

And this afternoon, finally, we broke into something which I felt I really missed.

'Time passes by like lightning. Before you know it you're struck down.' could have started it all.

With burning curiosity, Thed was calling in the middle of my PPE schedule preparation.

It was a mini catch up that went about 30 minutes almost, with mga kalokohang hirit as always.

Keanna Reeves, Thed, alam mo na?

Pero I was struck with the most applicable metaphor there is.

Comatose.

And I was still thinking. Hanggang mamaya. Bukas. Sa isang araw. Sa isang linggo. Sa isang buwan. Sana lang nakakapayat.

For I while I couldn't tell apart if I was detaching or denying the very fact that is slamming right at me. Yan, kailangan ko yan himayin. To the littlest bit possible.

Hay. Analysis. Paralysis.

Lightning does not strike the same place twice.

But could third time be a charm?

Terms and conditions apply

Kala ko sa mga promos lang yan applicable.

Di pala.

Promo period valid until blah-blah-blah.

Per DTI Permit No. blah-blah-blah.

How naive can this get?

Is this some kind of isolated case lang or nangyayari talaga to?

I'm trying to find sense somewhere.

Teka san ba ko magsisimula?

Yun lang.

Ayy, Kate, pambihira.

Jef's 23rd

It was a lousy Saturday so to speak. But it was all too special not to get anything going at all.

It's Jef's 23rd birthday, for goodness sake. I was thinking I couldn't let this

I couldn't just miss it for the world.

Not this time.

Or anymore I guess.

The next best thing right there was to capture the moment and enjoy while it lasts.




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And yes ours isn't ordinary, oftentimes uncharacteristic. But then, maybe that's how it's going to be. It's a stern bond right here. Like unbreakable.

Just me and Jef.

Us. Like. Always.

Attraversiamo

Sara Bareilles, my able company as I get this going.

The warmth of vodka still running through my system recognizing what unfamiliar territory it has been, at least for quite a while. Nonetheless it was tolerable. In fact I missed it.

Having spent the latter part of the week feeling under the weather, I wasn’t sure if I was feeling any better since I woke up from slumber past one in the afternoon. Cough’s been cruel the past instances last night. The worst that it has gone since I can’t remember.

It was a sun shiny morning walking the streets down to hear mass. It gave me a good feel  about how this day’s going to go. I was off to a good start, I thought, indeed I was. My heart’s kind of bursting out with thanksgiving. I could only kneel down in awe of how gracious God has been to me. Like always.

Greetings flooded me. And I was all smiles reading each and every message there has been. There was no crying and stuff, well, almost. THANK YOU, y’all.

Papa’s quite a lift having assisted me with the things I needed and Gabriel too. The three of us has played tag team a lot of times already. Say familiarity now, no doubt. In time, everything’s ready.

Dinner’s quite a nice time to catch up alongside modest drizzles. Like I love it.

Gene just made a come-backing appearance. Marvin and Edison on a debut, Ervin via phone-patch and Dex on a buzzer beater of an emergence. Jef, on his third I think, missing out the last time. Ariane, solely from my all-girl clan made it tonight alongside my baby, Rincy. You gonna grow up real pretty baby.

I took a lot of pictures as possible, the one’s I was drooling over before I got this one started. Me laughing’s generally echoing back to my ears. Something I really missed. I mean genuinely. I think I was so near forgetting how that works and what feeling it leaves one. Aw.

It was an early wrap up. The guys got to go. It was kind of uncanny there because even Jef made an early exit. L

But I got to squeeze out something good about this packing-up-early scheme. I couldn’t end this day feeling bad. It’s my birthday for goodness sake!

And my head’s quite oozing with thoughts, it was messed up, dying to get organized.  But I’ve got dishes to tend to. It had to loiter there for a while.

Cleaning up has always been therapeutic to me. I feel a certain kind of relief; a pleasurable outlet of I’m not sure. It just sort of eases me out. And  in minutes, I cleared everything out.

That including my head.

I recognized the presence of too much, too many emotions all at the same time; I couldn’t tell apart, that I had to tear them down into pieces. Just so that I can dig in.

I know you’re there. I recognize you. It’s good that you’re there but I couldn’t dwell so much on you. I got to be going.

Very Eat, Pray, Love. But the idea itself really got me. And I was trying on it. So far so good.

Like how recollective birthdays seem, this one’s my version of it. If there’s one thing my twenty three year’s have actually taught me, it’s finding and recognizing happiness within yourself. And not having to depend upon anyone or anything in particular. It’s a choice we have to dig on; I had to munch on myself.

And guess what, I’m choosing to be happy than anything else when I wake up tomorrow.

And the day after that.

Hopefully all the days of my life.

It’s some kind of hefty cross-over you know.

Chills and colds and.. babo!

Quite an off beat Friday for me; an awkward weekend head start.

Even my yellow bolero couldn’t quite suffice an energetic attempt I was trying to come up with.

My head’s aching terribly and I can’t remember me sounding this nasal in a long while. I feel me want to just slide into bed and sleep this thing away. Well, Greenhills’ quite a long ride home. Just like that, I knew, this day is going to be long and punishing.

I am actually in no way interested of having to move a muscle from my seat. I’d like to stay still and heap down heavy breaths that could clear my nostrils down --but miserably to this moment, operation unsuccessful.

I read replies this morning for my weekend invitation. It was nice hearing that Gene’s going to make a come-backing appearance and Dex on a debut. Girlfriends were still quite tentative though, opaque of answers given. That was a little sad. I was hoping I could really have both sets of friends come. It was kind of a cute mix: girlfriends from high school and guy friends from college. I was thinking it would fit best. Nonetheless, I’m still waiting up for responses til tonight.



And oh, Ervin’s skipping this one out. Some serious matters of the heart I’m not attempting to interfere. I mean without having to be sarcastic about it.

Sneeze here.

I wish I could shake this one off. I don’t want to be blowing my nose every now and then come dinner Sunday. That would be god-awful headache right there. I wouldn’t want any sort of feverish feeling on my 24^th. That’s not quite a good tip off.

I want to slide into bed right about now. Medicine’s taking its toll already. Apart from being drowsy, my head hurts like it’s going to break into pieces.

I wish I was home to sleep this all away.

Well, that was until I set foot on babo.

Suddenly, I had other things in mind.

August on Me

I was crossing the street again to no avail of the pedestrian lane. If that makes me stubborn, then let it be. I am not in any sort of argument mood to even contest such idea. Or worse, I am acquiescent to the idea itself. Oh, whichever.

Migraine hit me like nuts last night. It pounded, hammered, punched my head in convincing power. I was all too well out of sink I can't even imagine how I managed to tuck myself in to sleep, a deep one at that. There's no point ranting I, guess. I was facing Monday heads up.

I don't know if this is some sort of a sign, me being jumpy. My birthday's coming this weekend and I can't believe I'm sort of slammed out by the thing itself. In short, I was and am having a hard time. There's no pin-pointing here, but I feel me swell all because of a thousand of things I couldn't blame anything but the universe! Did I just say 'There's no pin-pointing here.' See, I'm sort of lost too. Hands up.

August, well, started out just fine for me, I mean better. Buoyant thoughts, I had lots of it. I felt some sudden urge to paint the walls yellow, despite the gloominess of that night. I couldn't care less if my wedges got all dirty. The drizzles made it all so much more special. And for the first time, I felt some blanket of security warm me down. And yes, I was overwhelmed. And hopeful. And anxious. And weepy. And thankful. All at the same time.

I couldn't have missed out on anything. I was just kind of surprised there were only a few instances I could actually draw attention into about this month. But that don't make these things any less important as they mean to me. In fact, these things keep me going. My sort of resolute stimulants. And I'm holding on to it, defying grip.

Silence seems to be learning to maneuver its way in me, being the outspoken person that I am, that's quite a thing, you know. Sometimes, it felt painfully good keeping my mouth shut. Some other times I felt volcanically eruptive, doing some abrupt hushing-myself-down ritual.

I have always been aware though of the temper that I have. And I believe I have had substantial control of that too. And yes, no matter how far from hushed I seem to be now, it's the aftermath of long and grueling undertakings. A-huh. And I say undertakings.

But lately, I felt I was pushed to the limit. My fury towering higher against me. And I was quite afraid I'd push on the wrong button. I knew I need to calm myself down and consider better options being laid on the table. I managed, I supposed, it was a fair act on my part, but the thought of it, pulled my disappointment back together, rationality won't even bother to enter the picture anymore, the situation being just a gimme, even a toddler would give me a thumbs up. And I am sticking by my decision in its most fervent sense.

And I just got to sit out the idea, is this really happening or am I just being critical: Queen of attention to details?

Yes, you can call me that too besides sensitively emotional. I could but I wouldn't argue.

Sometimes I can't help but dig deep into things, borderline paralyzing already. It's maiming and destructive and selfish; my harbor of self-defense maybe. And I was a little less mindful it has become self and others inflicting too. Momentarily, I felt I lost control there.

And I just had to wonder why in this lifetime Patience and me have always been not so good company. There could have been a lot of other things about us, I mean my being impatient. Maybe that one I can dig ground deep. I just couldn't get a good hold at it. I have always extended hands to Patience to play the game nice with me. I just don't know if I lost grip or focus or whatever, it always seem to fall out of hand.

My weekend's kind of full of drama. Reading on Eat, Pray, Love from the train Friday night, I couldn't stop flipping the pages. It was so heartfelt I plan to read it again and munch on the crisps of Elizabeth Gilbert's wit. And I tell you, it's moving. Well, at least for me.

Sunday beat a ten-time roller-coater ride. Maybe I shouldn't have rode it. Hard-earned lesson.

Bottom line? Migraine and heart burn.

Something of which I'd like to beg off for my birthday.

Oh, please.

I have had enough.

City ~

There's a harvest each Saturday night /At the bars filled with perfume and hitching a ride /A place you can stand for one night and get gone /It's clear this conversation ain't' doing a thing /Cause these boys only listen to me when I sing /And I don't feel like singing tonight /All the same songs /Here in these deep city lights /Girl could get lost tonight /I'm finding every reason to be gone /Nothing here to hold on to /Could I hold you? /The situation's always the same /You got your wolves in their clothes whispering Hollywood's name /Stealing gold from the silver they see /But it's not me /Here in these deep city lights /Girl could get lost tonight /I'm finding every reason to be gone /There's nothing here to hold on to /Could I hold you? /Calling out somebody save me I feel like I'm fading away /Am I gone? /Calling out somebody save me I feel like I'm fading /In these deep city lights /Girl could get lost tonight /I'm finding every reason to be gone /There's nothing here to hold on to /Could I hold on to you?




And I couldn't elaborate some more.

900 and counting

On Olsen Racela’s 900^th Career Game Played

And I could not miss out writing about it.

From his humble beginnings, Olsen Racela could have been on the twilight of his career now but seems to be unwavering in overachieving himself.

Being back up to Jun Reyes in the Ateneo, he became part of the championship team in 1988. In 1993, he was drafted by Purefoods, the same year he won Mr. Quality Minutes.  He played there till 1996 under which he won two titles while backing up Dindo Pumaren.

In 1997, he joined the San Miguel Beermen under tactician Ron Jacobs, of which he admits that being the turning point of his career. Jacobs relied heavily on him, giving him freedom and trusting his decision-making.  He was playing better came 1998. He earned a spot in the Tim Cone-coached Philippine Centennial Team in the Asian Games in Bangkok, Thailand which brought home a bronze medal.

In the succeeding years, when San Miguel was building its dynasty under Joseph Uichico, Olsen Racela proved that he was the league’s most premiere point guard, orchestrating in the 5 titles the team won from 1999-2001. He became part of the Mythical Second Team in 1998 and 1999 and the Mythical First Team in 2000 and 2001. No wonder he made it to the All-Star 5 times already.

Despite all the credits there were, a quite lonesome point in his career happened in his close out performance in the 2002 Busan Asiad. In that second stint, Olsen buried a trey in the final minute of the game, giving the Philippines advantage, but only to miss out two important 15-foot line trip in a dramatic Korean 69-68 win.

Nevertheless, after that Olsen was still heads up chalking up his 2000^th career assist and yet some other Beermen titles in the 2005 and 2008 import-laden Fiesta Conference.

And just last night, this one’s absolutely long-time coming; Olsen played his 900^th career game in 17 PBA seasons in winning fashion as the Beermen took Game 3 away from the able Aces, chalking up their first win in the series. Racela went 3 for 3 from beyond the arch as he made an entry in the final canto alongside championship veterans Danny Ildefonso and Dondon Hontiveros.

“It’s an achievement to have played 900 games because the only players who have done that are my idols. I grew up watching Toyota and Crispa games, so I am very honored to be placed in that group,” Racela gushed in an interview.

Although the Alaska Aces still lead the series, the Beermen were quite convincing capping a win against them. They obviously had a hard time the past two games because of the ploy Alaska used on them but getting this ‘monkey’ of their back gave them a good feel.

After all, it’s a series. Riding on to a momentum could be twitching in its most fickle sense. Nonetheless, it’s a win and the team’s going to take it.

And it’s Olsen Racela’s 901^st career game I’m going to catch tomorrow.

Friday the 13^th‘s got to be lucky. Olsen’s going to orchestrate as if he isn’t 40.

Biba!

Monotony kills passion.

I am quoting Kuya Niño for having said that and I can’t agree any less.

Going thru his note, I got myself thinking. Have I lost passion for anything in particular in my life now? For the littlest things I have found inclination with?



I hear myself say a resounding ‘No.’

It felt like new-found vigor, this driving force I have; my hefty push-me-upper, lighting my fire up intensely.

I may have lost it momentarily but it’s a sweet second chance for us. I mean me and passion, that is. Despite tedium, I believe it’s going to pull me through.

For whatever reasons there were when it fled, it’s a good thing it found its way back.

And it’s here to stay.

There shoots my so-called TEMPER!

AMICI Says!

TOP 10 Things that spitfire our ‘rage’:

Kapag inutos na sa kanya, iuutos pa sa iba. ~ BOndat

Oo nga naman. Sa’yo na iniutos, ipapasa mo pa. Yes, it’s okay to ask some lift, but to let somebody do what is asked of you, well, that could be TOO MUCH. Abusadong frog.

When merely hearing somebody’s voice makes you want to punch them. ~ jgacias

Well, yeah. There are just times na the littlest things about somebody pisses you off, like it’s inherent already. Pero siguro tong sign na to, LEVEL-UP. Kasi pisikal e. Haha!

Somebody’s mere existence. ~ mumay

Makes you palpitate! Haha! Yun tipong magkadikit lang ang balahibo nyo equals guerra patani. Dito bagay yung signage na KEEP DISTANCE sa likod ng mga delivery truck.

Pawisan  moments.~ the percussionist

Who wouldn’t? When you feel so pawisan. Ayy, malagkit na feeling lalo na in a humid country like ours. Nakakapika yan talaga. Kaya pag dating sa office, uber tutok ang ac! Alam mo yan! Iwasan.

SUTIL people. ~ adapted

Sinabing wag, gagawin pa din. Di mo alam if nananadya or what o sadyang nawawala ang kokote. Asar much.

‘Huling-huli na, nagpapalusot pa.’ ~ mimi

Yes, oo. May mga taong ganyan. Matindi. Gagawin ka pa ba namang eng-eng, as if di obvious. Leech. Iwasan.

Fart-y Fifol sa MRT~ macaria sakay

Tama. May mga inconsiderate na people or sadya sigurong may incontinence na sa gastric gases ang walang patumanggang magpasabog sa uber crowded na MRT. Ang magandang laruin kapag ganun, hulaan ng kinain. A. Mais, B. Itlog, C. Mangga or D. All of the above. Yun na!

Hithit-Buga! ~ webbedfeet

Chimineya ba ito? O tambucho. Yung totoo lang! Mga taong nagyo-yosi extravagantly sa jeepney! Nakakapika naman talaga kasi, kulang na lamang e sabihin mo sa kanya na hindi ka manok na panabong para buga-bugahan niya ng usok. Iwasan.

WATCHAMAKULIT na BOSS?  ~ Gabriela

Well, it’s not as if we are not allowed to be pissed off by bosses. Actually, they are the ones most of time who gets us pissed! Haha! Normal course na yata yan. Talk about borderline persistent at annoying na boss, tignan ko lang if di ka ma-inis. ALAM NA.

Sorry, I’m LATE. ~ Gwaponkwago

Sino ba naman ang gustong maging punongkahoy sa paghihintay? I personally think of them as inconsiderate! Tinubuan ka na ng ugat sa paghihintay ni anino niya di mo maaninag. And then pagdating patay malisya, as if walang nangyare. EXCUSE ME, SAWA KA NA BA SA BUHAY MO?

And yes, that could have been a little off for an opening topic pero I'd like to thank my Amici peeps for sharing their thoughts with me. This should be fun guys! Wednesdays got to be the day!

It's midweek madness! The kind that I love!

O, wag na init ulo. *slams table here.

Racing Friday

Despite today’s sluggishness, my thoughts are so squeezed up.  Talk about racing FAST.

First, on SMB’s game later today; one win away from another crack at the title. Hoping that the team can keep their tenacity and collar all the rebounds they could crash. And of course, hold up that pesky defense against a defensive team like that of BMEG. Goodness gracious, can they finally decide to bring their old name back? Could be the jinx after all.



Next, the INEVITABILITY of things repeating itself. And I just have to admit, that was sort of CUTE. And yes, maybe, that doesn’t sound new, but then it could have meant a LOT MORE this time. Sounds GOOD to me.

Lastly, the thought of the weekend ahead. Off from anything work-related. FINALLY.

Jef and I have been busy the past week, we had to be content with a swift Friday night hang out at home. But that was all nice; sufficed my whole week!  Tomorrow’s got to be fun.

Just when I thought I had so much in my head, well, there was only a few pala. I think the last thing’s hovering so much, making me jumpy. That part I’m excited much about.

Er. And there goes my heart again, racing a beat.

Sleepyhead!

Comes my randomness.

I haven’t sipped caffeine since this morning. Just my fave ampalaya dish. *Still craving.

The clock just reached 3 and I’m so bored rigid. Isa na lang, bagsak na ko sa antok.

And I guess I just have to wait up and feed on good thoughts.

Pillows and blankets and lamps and you.

Cozy, little sweet things.

It’s Jef’s room in the making.

*Yawn. ÖÖÖ

WISTFUL WEDNESDAY

Alam na.

Ako na’ng antukin. My body’s having a hard time catching up. Could have been really tired over the past few weeks. And oh, HELL WEEK’S just around the corner. Ako na’ng di maka-recover.

It’s wistful Wednesday for me having heard Fr. Max earlier; TAGOS e. You see, this is a good habit in the making. And no matter how tulog my senses are, they almost always jive up to absorb that of Fr. Max’s words. Or maybe, it’s plain preference; like he ALWAYS makes sense to me that’s why I pay attention.

It’s summer of 2009 when I first had a dose of Fr. Max’s wits. And boy was I struck, hard core. Alam mo ‘yan Pads! And from then on, I had a different perspective, that of which I owe him, but that of which he wouldn’t take himself full credit for.

Him noticing how short my hair had gone since that tear-jerking moment was certainly significant to me. It’s some sort of a personal bond that’s there and I can’t be but grateful for it.



It’s been more than a month now since he left parish for new assignment and my Sunday mornings were NEVER quite the same. I mean if it won’t be him or Fr. Leo or Fr. Nelson that’s there. Iba kasi talaga. Maybe I’m just in the midst of adjustment period. Or sadyang si Fr. Max lang talaga ang paborito ko sa lahat!

Buti na lang dito siya sa Greenhills na-assign. Walking distance lang.

Connivance and Alliance

‘Kampiiii-han!’

Familiar? Should be.

From the streets of Puerto Princesa, that chant has echoed a long, long way.

From the rugged moro-moro cracks to the corporate monsters, it has bent over barriers, leaping from one end to another. Back-bending kind of leap. Agaw-buhay kind of leap. The nerve of it.

It’s not like it’s something new.

But sometimes, I couldn’t just get a good hold at it.

I mean, like now. Crap.

PEKTUS!

Habang tutok ang buong madla sa nagaganap na kauna-unahang SONA ni P. Noy, eto ako, reading over recent tweets from ANC. I mean at least.

Sabi ni Dela Mar, P. Noy came just in the nick of time, barely 13 minutes til 4. Well, effort yun considering that he did not use his ‘wang-wang’ to get there. Mahihiya ka naman talaga o. Presidente na yun a, di nagpa-power trip.

Earlier, Liberal Party’s Sonny Belmonte was named Speaker of the House and Juan Ponce Enrile remains as Senate President, commencing the 15^th Congress of the Philippines.

Majority of the Congress routed for Belmonte, kasama na si PACMAN. Kumbaga landslide at 227 votes. Better luck next time na lang for Lagman siguro. This is Belmonte’s 2^nd speakership, first was in 2001 when GMA was president. Si Manong Johnny naman, chillax sa fact na he remains to be Senate President. I mean, after Pangilinan giving way, it’s with the lesser evil they went for. E kung ikaw ba? Villar o Enrile? Walang may gustong lumangoy sa dagat ng basura. Hayaan mo siyang mag-isa. Tamo nga o, hanggang ngayon missing in action pa. Aw.

Generally, sabi sa mga recent tweets, very several lang ang applauses compared to that of GMA before. Siguro nga dahil ni-report talaga ni P. Noy ang status ng bansa. Sino ba naman mapapapalakpak after hearing how utas our 2010 budget is considering we’re just halfway the year, diba? At isa pang magandang point is that baka tinamaan ng matindi ang mga kurap na congressmen sa kamara. Ayun. Stuck up. Di makapalakpak. Pahiya e. Kainaman na. I can just imagine GMA in her wee corner, if only she had been there. Siguro, naibaon na niya ang sarili niya sa lupa sa hiya. Well, yun e, kung meron pa rin siya nun. Ayun, nasa Hongkong. Kala niya siguro nakakabili nun don.

Ang bilis. May mga transcript na agad ng SONA ni P. Noy. Basahin ko man yun ngayon, e di ko pa rin mananamnam ng lubos. Mamaya nasa news naman ang mga tidbits ng SONA niya. All eyes ako. All ears din.

Radio Gaga

I have always wanted to be a DJ; the mere thought of it, extremely appealing and resolute.

I remember back in 6^th grade, I played DJ alongside Luigi in a Foundation Day celebration. That one-day affair was really for the books. And yes, that could have been the icebreaker of this still much sought-after dream career.

I may be walking on an entirely different path now, not an inch closer to radio broadcasting, but the wanting, it feels so innate that I would do anything just for a stint. And I’d really like to think I’m just being passionate about it.

Radio has been so much a part of my daily routine and I can’t help but mull over about having to do spiels with my favorite jocks.

Fire away.

BOOM GONZALES

On Demand, Magic 89.9

And I still couldn’t believe myself that I tagged Boom under Magic. Well, he used to be a Monster, that’s why.

Our same ground—love for basketball. I believe he still does UAAP game analyses chores alongside my favorite partner of his, TJ Manotoc. I used to love it when Boom dishes out for the RX Monster’s Riot. His greatest ‘pamana’ to me, having known Fuel’s Shimmer.

Boom’s on his usual slot of the day with Mia, 9-12 pm on Magic. Maybe I should get used to him saying, ‘Today’s Best Music, Magic 89.9’ instead of ‘Manila’s Hottest Monster Radio RX 93.1’.

And if ever Boom and I will ever have to board together, I’d love to do a rundown with him of sports analyses and 80’s music alike.

CHICO GARCIA

The Morning Rush, RX 93.1

My mornings will never be the same without Chico Garcia’s wit.

His timing, very amazing. And when he makes palusot, kahit huli na, lulusot at lulusot pa rin. Just for the sake lang na makalusot siya. Hehe.

His and Dela Mar’s friendship is something I really admire. I mean with having to keep up with each other despite the ‘humps’ along the way, that’s huge. Dela Mar’s quite a person to keep up with I think. And their personal differences, that’s what makes them really appealing.

Chico just has a way to get thru. His smarts, that’s what really makes him interestingly cute. Given the chance to do a stint with him, I’d love to do the TOP 10 Things—never fail to perk up sleeping senses early in the morning!

Radio, it’s more than just background- it’s culture actually.  And I can’t help but love it!

In This ‘Train’ of Thought

It was then when I heard Chico and Del mentioning about how contagious Train’s album is. Till I heard it myself, and darn were they right.



Having been quite familiar with Hey Soul Sister, Train has not got into my core at least after hearing If It’s Love which spit fired interest in me. The next thing I know, it was Train playing on a sunlit Saturday on repeat.

And I couldn’t help but get a hand on some of my fave Train tracks.

Breakfast in Bed



Hypnotic.

The song gave me so much of a U2 feel, putting me in a daze. It isn’t catchy at first but when you come to crunch on the lyrics, you’ll definitely be mesmerized by it.

You’re the best book I ever read

You’re the smartest thing I ever said

You’re breakfast in bed

Could be the sweetest compliment you could ever hear waking up in the morning.

Parachute



The first line itself, bang!

I wanna take you with me to life with no more yesterdays.

Well, there are just some things you’re aching so much not to look back to. And for somebody to let you know that he’s willing to take you to a fresh start, it could have been the next best thing after a woeful downfall.

Words

Words, they’ll try to shake you, but don’t let them break you or stop your world from turning.

An ultimate feel-good vibe song.

Despite negativities hovering and the ruthlessness there is, it’s but right to look at things in a better perspective. Yes, there will be days when everything seems to be against you; like you feel such a mess. Those days happen, shit happens and you can’t do anything but keep going.

Turn the tables around. Life is what you make it.

Brick by Brick

I wish I could have written this song.

Rebuilding; like there’s no other word ever fitting to embody it.  It talks about having to start from square one again, with the promise to make it better than the last time around.

Brick by brick we’ll get back to yesterday when I made your body shiver and when you took my breath away,

And I couldn’t elaborate some more.

Marry Me



Every girl’s fancy. This could have been the quietest song in the album. I think it’s best listening to it when the lights are out.

It’s soulful and serene. Makes you want to picture your own wedding day.

Forever can never be long enough for me.

Because that’s what it supposed to be, anyway.

I bet you’ve got your curiosity burning after my run down of Train’s tracks. You might want to indulge your senses on it.

It’s a nice weekend playback-- like one hit after the other.  

The Case of the First Born

If I’m not that, I won’t be in such a sentiment.

The perks of being the ‘Ate’ almost always connote authority over the youngsters, well, that meant fun in some instance. I mean, being deputy to your parents and experiencing everything firsthand before everybody else does, nothing beats it. But as they say, what comes along this so-called ‘privilege’ is responsibility.

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I never had any legit trouble being one. I mean for the longest time, it has only been me and Sai back in our growing years. And it’s pretty apparent that her personality is stronger than mine—that oftentimes she’s more ate-ish than I was. Well now that made me realize that bully-ish could actually qualify. And yes, she beat me off my feet. Almost always. Brusko yan e.

Everything changed when Gabriel came. Talk about being hands on, that was me. And if anybody would even wonder how inherent my fondness for my brother is, you got to be kidding. You have got to wonder no more. Things notched up since then and I was entirely a revamped ate. Total overhaul.

And then there were three of us. Instances proved that we could have really been a crowd. Well, that makes me a referee, the man in the middle to meddle up with any possible collision. A situation that I don’t like being in to—in as much as I don’t want to take sides, somebody’s always got to give in, somebody’s got to give way.  Ikaw ang nakakaintindi, kaya ikaw nalang. Something that Sai has always negated from. And I couldn’t be any more loud-mouthed about the idea. I suppose now, she’s seeing some light in it. Goodness grief, what took you so long?

Now does pressure make any sense? I mean about having to enter the picture?

My siblings bring about a lot of promise, and I couldn’t be but a proud ate. Sai, being back to school alongside her thrills and frills and Gabriel in his smart- prente ways are always first-rate sights to see. I could not hope anything but the best for them both and I wish to be their backbone every step of the way. Well, having mentioned that, that’s a whole lot of other things I ought to be pondering.

The ‘lift’ I had just recently has got to be the start of this good streak plus the career prop up Jef has been giving me.

And yes, the ‘responsibility’ part transpires right here, coming full throttle.



I should be burning some rubber now.

I got to be starting somewhere.

one's

A decade. An aftermath. A decisive morning. Our stroke of luck.

Super Proxy

Yes. It’s a Francis M. song. And it has definitely run around my thoughts today. I mean, not the song, the fragment itself.

It’s the first day of the month and it could not be but fitting with what played first on my list --Up Dharma Down’s June. Swak e.

The idea of the good news breaking itself today brought about several things all together. My feeling under the weather is just about another thing. But the efficiency I had all throughout this day’s quite notable. Good head start for me, something I’d like to be building on, probably a streak of good stuff.

But what’s there to look forward to then? It’s not like I’m clueless. But it’s entirely a different story when I am to fill the shoes already. Course it’ll be tougher and more rigid at some point. Well, I’d always like to think bending over isn’t an awful idea to gamble on with.

It isn’t under wraps though how clear-cut I can be. I’d prefer to get things across just so that I get it across. Or probably get into my MAKUHA KA SA TINGIN OR ELSE scheme. I think that’s more like it. Me and my big mouth, oh, we’re trouble! But I personally think I won’t get to that point. Because given everything else, I am a genuine team player, pushy and intense at that. Like I can get to your nerves and get you going to hit the mark.

There could be so much more there. And that ‘so much more there’, it is collectively a craze of all sorts. Well, whatever there is, I’d cross the bridge when I get there.

Things can only get better. And I cannot be but grateful.

Pep talking- we fit!

Pedestrian lane

Be decisive. A wrong decision is generally less disastrous than indecision.

And it couldn’t hit me any better not to jot something down.

I remember what hard time I had crossing the street. I used to scream the hell out of me every time I had to. Almost always like near-death experience.



How was I to get used to it? School’s nearby and school service’s always to my rescue.

It took me a while actually. It was in college when Jef did some back up chores on me while I had his arms pinched out of kaba.

Just like with having to cross the street, I couldn’t be half-hearted. Once I set my foot to go, I got to be really going before anything hazardous gets in the way. Of course I have got to be cautious too. Just so that I will reach the other side unharmed.

My tentativeness, it has not left me entirely. But I think I’m way better.

You've got to be keen Jef. I can keep up now, promise. Only that I am not walking any faster.

Circular reference

I was, mean, am still thinking things afloat.

Who wouldn’t? There have been a lot to take in lately and I am not sure myself if I’m keeping up step with every teensy detail.

I wasn’t even mindful that May’s about to come to a close already. Good sign? Like time passes me by without me knowing it, means fun, oh, now I’m thinking!   At second thought, probably.

Few surprises down poured on me like nuts. And I was annoyed, big time. I mean, I have never been so much of a surprise person, I’d prefer it to come right into my face. See, my impatience has gone full-blown here.

Okay. (Hands raised here) A part of it, disarmingly cute! Something I don’t and probably won’t mind plunging into. It’s that cute, irresistibly cute. And I cannot put any more emphasis on that! Only that it seems fleeting. Poor me!

I am drawing circles until time eats me up. Hell week’s coming and there’s no stopping it. I have got to be in yellow ranger mode or probably be in Hyuga Hinata stance. Nonetheless, I have got to beat everything up before RLK does. (fingers crossed.)

over coffee v2~ TGIF!

Almost ( I say almost, because it isn’t mine) everybody’s fave day of the week (altogether)—Friday!  Haha!

And since it’s a Friday today, have here my telling tales that I am headed to an awesome weekend.

Dress-down day

Peeps in jeans and tees. Ta-ta to corporate attire, hello graphic shirts and fab flats. College-ish feel, oh I love!

Friday Madness on Magic!

Magic 89.9 take its trip down memory lane as they play the hits from the past and the not-so-distant past, a format like that of the RX Monster’s Riot playing Wednesdays. Sweet nostalgia!

Housewives hovering

My personal favorite boob tube series Desperate Housewives of ABC is being shown over at Studio 23, 9 pm. Now on it’s 6^th season, the happenings over at Wisteria Lane can’t get anymore but interesting. Teri Hatcher, Felicity Huffman, Marcia Cross, Eva Longoria Parker and Dana Delany stud the series. Although Nicolette Sheridan’s character, Edie Britt (my fave) was killed last season, it won’t stop me from having to do major catch-up. I super miss the series’ wit. This calls for a marathon!

Late-night outs



Could be the best after-work reward! I personally had my dose of it the last time I went out with friends at some bar nearby.

Humpty-Jumpy

I cannot help but be jumpy when I happen to realize that it’s a Friday already. I get ecstatic about the weekend. Weekend spells—REST! I could jump out of bed later than usual and enjoy squashing breakfast a little more. The tv marathon and the afternoon siesta, laundry act Saturdays, lunch cooking and ice cream wallowing Sundays— so fits!

But this weekend’s kind of busy for us. Gabriel turns 15 Sunday! That’s making me more jumpy! And it’s Mother’s Day! Double celebration underway!

Parallel lines

If there’s one thing I could never be so tired of bragging about—that would be me bagging best in Math honors in prep school.

Yes, I know, that’s close to ancient, but its memories, always sweet.

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And I had to wonder so bad why I went bananas in Differential Calculus in college. I know that’s a major shift—I mean from 1 + 1 to derivatives of all sort. Kaloka. Cart Wheel na lang kaya. But heavens favored me, I slipped in. Haha! Nevertheless, the mere thought of it never fails to tickle my senses.

Its inevitability could have been the reason why I am where I am now. I mean, it’s basic. Not even close to any theorem in Calculus. And that’s kind of bending towards my way.

My fondness towards it traces a stern groundwork, could have been sterner than that of writing—but their fusion, it could almost always be a good kind of mix.

My Cinderella Story

I am so darn sure that the clock did not tick twelve midnight- because it wasn’t, not even close enough. Huh.

And I had to wonder if my fairy godmother had gone some place else and got her clock all screwed up. She must have had something cooking for me. COOLNESS.

Why did all the magic have to vanish that soon?

And why in all instance do I have to trip down on my shoes as I wished to strut my way down with all composure? I had it a little messed up.

I could be no Cinderella.



Got no evil step mom and annoying stepsisters to deal with. I don’t have to get stuck with all the household chores all my life. I am in no grand ball stuff whatsoever to finally be with the ever-mushy prince charming thing—and in no oh-so-stunning ball gown either! In my windswept fantasies maybe.

I could be no super model.

For all I ever had to do is to pace my way down and get the feel of my somewhat-80’s-inspired outfit. The polka dotted belt wrapped a little low around my disturbingly plumped tummy had its own share of edginess. I felt it twisting, losing its place fleetingly.

Ralph was done with his turn. Then came Jude. And then Faith. And then me. And there went my heart. Three steps ahead of me. I felt me shivering. For a moment I lost track. Step one. Two. Three. And still counting. Ouch! That’s me biting my lower lip again. The gleaming spotlight was massive. I made it. With it came an earth-shaking sigh. Sigh. And another sigh.

There went our second walk. And there went my shoe—off from my right foot. It’s as if I was right smack in the middle of a fairy tale scenario. I felt my tear glands launching an insurgence against me. But there must have been a mammoth barrier closing down my eyes. Thank goodness.

For a moment I wished to vanish. As in Poof! Gone! The pressure felt like a little too much for me—just like having to pose for the longest time in our final walk, I must have been genuinely lucky having been paired with someone who piloted me, keeping me up step to not to trip down again.

Blessed be Saul. Maybe we can check out some coffee crumble ice cream some time, huh?

And there went that night; slowly growing fainted, somewhat coming to an exodus. My anxiety must have had itself lost in the crowd although things really came flashing back to me. I must have tripped off my shoe and didn’t look back but I could check on this every once in a while. Or more often. Either way.

My fairy godmother must have had something cooking for me. Only that she must have had some troubles with her magic wand.

She had her Cinderella on a low-rise jeans! COOLNESS.

Published: Ang Bilog, July 2006, Tomo IV Bilang I