Thursday, September 16, 2010

Gagawin lang nyang Baclaran... ang Bulacan :)

Siakol - Gagawin Ko Lang Baklaran lyrics

Sa puso ko'y tumama, ang isang munting paghanga
Na sa tuwing ika'y makikita, parang baliw tuwang-tuwa
At 'di ko alintana, kahit pa anong pagsubok
Makamit ko lang ang tala, tatawirin kahit ilang bundok

At kahit na malayo man at lubak-lubak man ang daan
Palagi kitang pupuntahan, gagawin ko lang Baclaran

D'yan mo 'ko maasahan, d'yan mo 'ko mahahangaan
D'yan mo mararanasan ang tunay na pagmamahalan
Na 'di mo malilimutan sa iyong buong buhay
At kahit pa sa kamatayan ay nakahanda 'kong tumulay

At kahit na malayo man at lubak-lubak man ang daan
Palagi kitang pupuntahan, gagawin ko lang Baclaran yan

Gagawin ko lang malapit, 'di iisipin ang agwat
Gagawin ko ang lahat para malaman mong ako'y tapat
Pagkat wala na rin akong mahihiling sa'yo
Sa kagandahan ng anyo, s'ya ring ganda ng kalooban mo

At kahit na malayo man at lubak-lubak man ang daan
Palagi kitang pupuntahan gagawin ko lang Baclaran

D'yan mo 'ko maasahan, d'yan mo 'ko mahahangaan
D'yan mo mararanasan ang tunay na pagmamahalan
Na 'di mo malilimutan sa iyong buong buhay
At kahit pa sa kamatayan ay nakahanda 'kong tumulay

At kahit na malayo man at lubak-lubak man ang daan
Palagi kitang pupuntahan gagawin ko lang Baclaran



Tuesday, September 14, 2010

(til) i get a little more

this goes out to.. you who you are. hehehe.

You've been bad, and it goes on and on and on
Till you come home with me, Till you come home
You taste past the poison, you learn to love is wrong
I'm all alone baby, I'm all alone

I'm waiting for something,
Always waiting
Feeling nothing, wondering if it'll ever change
Then I give a little more, oh babe
I give a little more, oh babe

I'm not gonna love with ya, I'm not gonna love
And I'm not gonna love with ya, I'm not gonna love
Till I get a little more from you baby
I get a little more from you baby

You were wrong for turning me on and on and on
And on and on, yeah
You make it so hard

I'm waiting for something, always waiting
Feeling nothing, wondering if it'll ever change
Then I give a little more, oh babe
I give a little more, oh babe

I'm not gonna love with ya, I'm not gonna love
And I'm not gonna love with ya, I'm not gonna love
Till I get a little more from you baby
I get a little more from you baby

I have no defense
I know you're gonna get me in the end
And I cannot pretend
I ever want to feel this way again

I'm not gonna love with ya, I'm not gonna love
And I'm not gonna love with ya, I'm not gonna love
Till I get a little more from you baby
I get a little more from you baby

I'm not gonna love with ya, I'm not gonna love
And I'm not gonna love with ya, I'm not gonna love
Till I get a little more from you baby
I get a little more from you baby

Friday, September 10, 2010

Scrapbook Photos

it's been sort of a tradition to give a scrapbook or cute album of photos with good bye and good luck messages to anyone who's resigning in the office.

when i was new in brand marketing, we were 4: lea, celeb, me and sir eric.
then sir eric moved to a different department.

we had a new boss, but we werent very "close" yet.

so it was always me, celeb and lea in the pix.











eventually, lea left.


celeb and i made an effort to get a pic with our boss, to rebuild our family =)


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hehe.

then we had a new recruit, who is supposedly assuming lea's post.

we had quite a few pictures with her.

.

but she did not stay for long.

so now, it's just me and celeb.






i posted this on fb. so for those who are leaving soon... feel free to tag yourself =)

Descpicable Me

Oh i missed blogging, it's been a month.
but i cant really write anything yet. my mind is preoccupied with work and my brother's thesis. =(

so im just posting agnes' cute photo here.
she really makes me smile when i see her photos and remember her antics in despicable me. =)
cant wait to watch it again in 3D.



Monday, July 26, 2010

A good homemaker

A few days ago, my officemate, Maan saw me brushing and using a cup for gargling water. She remarked: Twin, (hehe), sa tingin ko magiging mabuting maybahay ka balang araw.

I responded with a burst of laughter, thinking: Ako? Mabuting maybahay?

But I am glad that someone like Maan, saw that potential in me. I have always wanted to be a good homemaker like my mother: practical, organized, wise. But when I was little, my mother always said: napaka burara mo talaga. Ikaw ang babae ikaw ang bulagsak. Buti pa ang kuya nyo (she would pertain to my eldest brother Kuya Jeffrey) kalalaking tao, masinop sa buhay, maayos.

From then on, in my own little ways, I have always wanted to prove to my mother that I can change. That I can be like her and my Kuya Jeff.

And to this day, being organized is still quite a challenge for me. It is difficult to be organized when you have a lot of things to do and to think about. But I know that even if I have not become exactly like my mother or my brother, I am maintaining my life well in my own way.

If they would only see my boarding house room now, they would be proud of me. Their bunso makes her own hearty breakfast daily, washes her clothes, conserves water, segregates trash, and maintains a generally clean and organized room. And she does this independently while working and studying at the same time. I admit I am not perfect. Sometimes creepy things grow in my trash becauseI can become lazy and forgetful . I can be a compulsive shopper, overspend and overuse my credit card many times. But at the end of the day, I try to remember my goals in life. Yes, to be a good homemaker, a good citizen, so that I can raise my family well, like my mother did to us. So that I can help improve the life of this country.

It may be a long way to go, but I am tryong to improve in every way I can. And I know am getting there someday. For now I am gonna continue managing my bills well, trying my best to be practical in buying food and household needs, saving, creating other sources of income, maintaining a clean room, working and studying well. And I’m enjoying doing all these even if sometime things would go out of control.

Recently, my all around rice cooker malfunctioned. Instead of buying a new one, I had it fixed, and fortunately for free. Maan said again, Twin, magiging mabuting maybahay ka talaga.

Thank you, friend, may that come true, someday and everyday.

Friday, July 23, 2010

7 Dreams to fulfill

so i wont forget...

1) start and grow a business: dragona foodhaus! woohoo!
2) build my own donut and coffee place where people can chillax, build relationships, enjoy my donuts and coffee for a reasonable price ;)
3) teach marketing and communications in UP and DLSU so i can share my experiences with the younger generation and in turn learn from them.
4) learn how to play the guitar, and sing... more than words and other nice songs
5) travel the world with my family. Asia, Europe, Africa
6) write a good book, a compilation of essays, poems, anecdotes, dialogues
7) get rich and help eliminate poverty and pollution

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

The girl in the attic

Once upon a time, in a small town, there were 2 sisters who lived with their parents. The 2 sisters were named Sally and Anne. Anne was a very nice, generous and friendly girl. On the other hand, her sister Sally, is very nasty, and greedy and unfriendly. Sally would always take away what Anne has—her toys, her chocolates, everything. But since Anne was a generous girl, she always gave Sally what she wants. But Sally was never tired on trying to annoy her sister. She would always play bad jokes on her. One time, Sally put cockroach in Anne’s bed! And another time, Sally hid Anne’s doll. And another time, Sally soiled Anne’s favorite dress. Anne would wonder… “Why is my sister Sally so mean to me?” Some times Anne was tempted to fight back, but she remained with her Sally, because she loved her sister very much. Their parents do not notice the conflict between their daughters, because in front of their parents, Sally is very nice to Anne.

One day, Sally and Anne’s parents asked them to clean up the attic because Their aunt Hilda is coming over the next day for a visit. Sally and Anne brought rags, and a pail of water up to the attic. They noticed the whole room was a mess! It was very dusty and all the things inside were covered with dust. Sally yelled at Anne, “ Anne, what are you waiting for?! Start cleaning up this mess! You don’t want Aunt Hilda to stay in a dirty place…” And then Sally went out and shut the door of the attic and had gone downstairs to her room and played with Anne’s toys. Anne had no choice but to start cleaning. She soaked the rag in the bucket of water and then rubbed the dusty walls. After a lil’ while Anne heard a little girl’s voice, “Help. Help” “Where was the voice coming from?”. Anne thought. “Is that you Sally? Please don’t scare me..” But the voice lingered, “Help. Help.” It wasn’t Sally. The voice was coming from the mirror behind her covered with a blanket. Anne slowly pulled the blanket off the mirror and to her surprise, she saw a litlle girl in the mirror, still saying, “Help. Help.” “How can I help you?”, asked Anne. But the girl only uttered was “Help. Help.” Meanwhile, after a few hours, Sally went back upstairs to check out if Anne has finished cleaning up the attic. When she opened the door softly thinking of scaring Anne. But when she opened the door, She saw Anne talking to the mirror. “What is that crazy girl doing?” Sally said. She went in and saw that Anne was speaking with a girl in the mirror. When the girl in the mirror saw Sally, she said, “Come, play with me!” And then behind the girl in the mirror appeared lots and lots of beautiful dolls and huge playhouse. “ Wow!” Sally yelled with joy. The girl in the mirror, once again said reaching out her hand, “Come , play with me…” Sally without thinking touched the mirror to reach out the hand of the girl in the mirror”. Anne toldher sister, “No Sally, don’t go in there!” But Sally did not listen to Anne. Sally went inside and played with the girl inside the mirror. She did not even look back to Anne. But after playing for a few hours, Sally got tired of the toys and desired to get out of the mirror. But she could not get out. She was inside the mirror. And the girl, she was playing with was gone! Outside the mirror, Anne was crying waiting for her sister Sally to come out of the mirror. And suddenly, she heard her, “Anne help me! I cannot get out of the mirror! Help me Anne!” And then Anne saw beside her, the girl who was inside the mirror a while ago. Anne told her, “What did you do to my sister? Please let her get out of the mirror.” The girl said, “She wants my toys. I want my freedom.” But Anne replied, But she belongs here. And you belong in the mirror with your toys. Please let her go.” The girl was moved by Anne’s love for Sally. And so she touched the mirror and went back in. And after wards, Sally was set free.” Sally hugged her sister so tight and told her. “Thank you Anne. And I’m sorry for being mean to you.” I promise to be a ghood sister to you from now on.” The girl in the mirror smiled at them and waved good bye.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

My Running Utopia


Whenever i visit my dear alma mater UP diliman, i just want to jump off the jeepney and run around the acad oval. sometimes i wish i live in UP so i can run everyday to my heart's content. and swim and bike sometimes.

for now im gonna content myself with running around here in pasig. I recently discovered a new place called Rizal high. they have a good track oval. but nothing compares to this... (thanks leo zulueta for the photo)

Craving for frozen yogurt


Even if it has been raining for the past couple of weeks, the weather has been constantly hot. So I have always found myself craving for frozen yogurt. I do not know if this is just me following the fad, but just the thought of this yummy treat makes me want to hunt right away the nearest frozen yogurt store.

This is reaction towards frozen yogurt is actually kind of unusual for me. I like cold desserts like ice cream but I never craved for ice cream as much as I crave now for frozen yogurt. Perhaps this is due to the fact that I am watching my weight. And with ice cream, even if I wanted to eat more, the pleasure is not 100% because there is always the guilt:

Before eating ice cream : Okay, I am just gonna have 1 small cup.
During: This is really good. And it’s 1,000 calories! I will probably just skip dinner.
After: I need to jog!

What is even more unusual is that a few years back, I wasnt really a fan of yogurt. My concept of yogurt was Nestle’s Yogurt and Dutch Mill’s Yogurt Drink, which I do not find quite appetizing. Maybe because the non-frozen yogurt, in its semi-liquid or liquid form the sour taste overpowers the creaminess and the sweetness—tastes which I and probably most people are more fond of. Moreover, I find Nestle Yogurt expensive. Even if it is only P30 to P40 a cup, much cheaper than frozen yogurt, I do not feel like its worth buying because it does not satisfy me in taste and in quantity.

It was only recently this year that I learned about this new thing called frozen yogurt. One night after dinner, my friends and I wanted some dessert. One suggested to go to Red Mango. It was funny because I had always passed by this store but I never really noticed it nor was attracted to buy Frozen Yogurt. Perhaps because the store looked expensive. And it was indeed expensive. That night I ordered one small cup of plain yogurt for P80. But of course I wanted some toppings, so I added P40 for some fruit and nuts. Oh, but it was really yummy! The best part was the balance of the half-sour yogurt , the sweetness of the fruit and flavor of nuts and all the texture combined in your mouth. The next best thing was that it is healthy, and guilt-free. That was really a treat.

From then on, I started noticing frozen yogurt stores in malls and advertisements/ promotions on TV, print and out-of-home. I saw a portion segment in a morning show featuring a franchise of Frozen Yogurt. The Pancake House billboard ad featuring Gurts is very prominent along EDSA. I also saw a ¾ page lifestyle article on frozen yogurt on newspaper. Then I realized this is a fad. More and more people seem to be talking about frozen yogurt and are getting crazy over it. I guess it is all these ads and word-of-mouth combined that reinforce my liking for this product. Now frozen yogurt for me is the new yogurt. Not very long Nestle Yogurt will be forgotten unless they come up with something really better. It is the fun of choosing your own toppings from a wide selection of fruits, nuts, chocolate, granola, cereals, candies, etc. Just the other day I saw a new Frozen Yogurt Place in greenbelt, Qoola, that allows you to make your own cup of frozen yogurt. You experience actually pressing the machine to get your yogurt and then pour on all the toppings you want. No limit for the yogurt or toppings. All you need to pay for is the overall weight. How cool is that?

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Fortunately Hot Pandesal


Pan de sal is of course really good when hot. and not all bakeshops have them hot allthe time. It's either they have already run out of pan de sal, or they just do not sell them hot anymore.

But this bakeshop always have hot pan de sal every time i went there. It's Fortune Bakeshop at Greenbelt 1. And they're quite tender and tasty. really good even without spread.

courtesy: pinoyexchange.com for the foodshot

Simple Indulgence



I really hate processing permits for ads in Makati because of the stress of preparing the requirements and the inevitable traffic hassle on the way there.

But after all the dirty work, I would always find time to treat myself in this small and simple cafe that prepares only the freshest. It's called, Indulgence Deli Cafe, located along Perea St. in Makati. I ordered the best-cooked-ginisang ampalaya i have ever tasted.

It is slightly bitter, somewhat crunchy and oh so freshly cooked. I felt that it was way worth more than its P50 price so I ordered a P100 slice of cake after.


Actually the wonder about this Cafe is that you just don't expect a ginisang ampalaya on their quite high-end menu. And the best part was that they treat you really nicely. Even if i looked like a hag already after some permit processing harassment, my ginisang ampalaya was served gourmet style. I didn't even have to tell the waiter to give me a glass of cold house water since I did not order anything for drinks. It was really a treat for someone like me who was looking for a really good and healthy budget meal in a very decent place.

courtesy: charmkins.wordpress.com, kusinanimanang.blogspot.com for the foodshots

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

You could have said I am beautiful
But my smile quick-froze unnoticed
You could have said good night
But I just fell asleep waiting

Yes you are passive
For not acknowledging what you really feel
And hiding it deep beneath
Your semi-spontaneous remarks

And Im quite your contrary
Im literally a sparkplug ready to electrify
I always say what I feel, and at once
Spontaneity can be tactless


I dont know how two extremes can meet halfway
We have a big common ground that stays invisible
He is breaking my heart without even saying a word
He is shattering my dreams without even knowing it.
He is being cruel by being so nice.

He tells me beatiful things and then avoids me.
He acts like he cares and then ignores me.
He makes me me hope and
Devastates the littlest faith i had left.

Oh don’t look like you pity me. Dont look like you are a friend because you’re really not.
Because a real friend will be honest despite the painful truth.

I hate you. I really do.
And I wish you’d know all of this.
I wish I can tell this to your face.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Dear Tatay

Dear Tatay,

Magdadalawang dekada na simula nung huli tayong nagkita. Hindi ko na nga matandaan yung araw na iyon. Bigla ka na lang kasi nawala. Hindi nagpaalam. Sa matagal na panahong iyon ay inaliw ko ang sarili ko at hinayaang maniwala na hindi kita kailangan. At lumipas ang napakaraming taon na hindi kita naaalala. Inisip ko na kung nasaan ka man naroroon ay masaya ka siguro. Ngunit hindi pala kayang ibaon sa limot ang bagay na ganito, Tay. Darating din pala ang panahon, na para bang isang teleserye, kung saan ang anak ay hahanapin ang kanyang totoong magulang. O di kaya’y hahanapin ng magulang ang kanyang anak. Ngayon ay hinahanap-hanap kita, Tay. Pero para wala akong magawa. Para akong naka-caumatose. Hindi ako makagalaw kahit ang isip at puso ko’y gustong bumangon. Naparalisa na ang katawan ko sa paghanap sayo, Tay. Ngunit ang kagustuhan kong makita ka ay naririto pa rin. Gusto kitang makita, Tay. Nasaan ka na ba? Hinahanap mo rin ba ako? Nagkaroon na tayo ng pagkakataon noon, ngunit naduwag tayo. Natakot ako, Tay. Hindi ko kasi alam kung ano ba ang sasabihin sayo kung magkita man tayo noon. Natakot ako na bumalik ang mga mapapait na alaala. Natakot ako na makita kung anong kalagayan mo. Ayaw kitang makitang naghihirap o may sakit. Dahil tiyak na madudurog ang puso ko. Dahil sa dapat galit ako sa’yo eh. Dapat sumbatan kita. Hanggang ngayon, hindi ko pa rin naman alam kung ano ang sasabihin ko sa inyo. Pero gusto ko na kayo makita talaga. Masilip man lang.
Kapag nagpupunta ako sa mall o kung saang pampublikong lugar, iniisip ko, posible kayang naroroon ka din? Tay, hahanapin kita. Huwag mo akong pagtataguan ha? Gumala ka naman sa mall. O kaya pumunta sa mga lugar na madalas kong puntahan. Mag-facebook ka naman, Tay. O kaya maglagay ng kahit anong log sa internet, para mahanap kita kahit sa google. Tay, hahanapin kita ha? Ako, madali lang hanapin, Tay. Type mo lang pangalan ko sa google. O kaya bumisita ka lang sa bahay natin sa Bulacan, matagpuan mo kami dun ni Kuya Lawrence at syempre andun din si Mama. Huwag ka mag-alala di ko sasabihin kay Mama. Si Kuya jeff, nasa malaysia eh. Pero balang araw makikita mo rin siya. Basta hanapin mo rin kami, Tay. Nami-miss ka na namin. At ako miss na miss na kita.

Mutya

Sunday, June 20, 2010

It was a good 10K run


i think i did well for a 10K first timer. It was a long slow distance.

=) i want to try aquathlon next time. kayalang san naman ako puede mag -swim sa pasig?? hehe

He's just not that into you...

Gigi: Maybe his grandma died or maybe he lost my number or is out of town or got hit by a cab...
Alex: Or maybe he is not interested in seeing you again.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Peace of mind in routines, rituals (Manila Bulletin)

Now this explains my "inner chaos"...

By SABINE MAURER
June 16, 2010, 4:16pm

HAMBURG (DPA) — The morning cup of coffee, midday walk and pre-bedtime read have something in common. They are all routines, or rituals – small but only seemingly insignificant.

You realize how important they are when they go unperformed.

For some people the day is ruined if the newspaper is not delivered in the morning. Or they feel that something is missing if there is no book to read in bed at night.

“People feel uneasy or dissatisfied if their routines are disturbed,’’ said Michael Schellberg, a psychologist from Hamburg. The reason is that they provide peace of mind.

Routines and rituals follow unvarying patterns. People do not guide them but are guided by them.

They are often moments of reflection, when people let their thoughts wander.

There are major social rituals, for example those at life’s transitions such as a baptism, wedding or funeral. Every culture, social class, family and circle of friends has its own rituals. They not only provide peace of mind but a sense of belonging as well. Every individual also has daily routines that give the day structure. Many of them, too, are performed at transitions: The cup of coffee before work and reading before going to sleep.

“You can’t do without routines. They’re scripts that every person has,’’ Schellberg said.

But why is it important that certain actions always proceed in the same way? “The human brain constantly seeks structure,’’ explained Peter Gross, a psychotherapist from Cologne. If structure is lacking or begins to falter, a feeling of insecurity results.

Even people who do not observe rituals come to realize their importance because they quickly fall foul of people who do. The latter are amazed or even offended if, for example, someone shows up at a funeral in bright clothing or flouts custom by not shaking hands as a form of greeting. Politeness, too, has a lot to do with rituals.

“A ritual always involves ‘if-then,’’’ Schellberg said. “If a certain thing happens, then a prescribed reaction is required.’’

Should the other person not react as expected, it could be because he or she is unfamiliar with the ritual. Most people automatically assume, however, that not observing a ritual is a calculated expression of disrespect.

And so misunderstandings are bound to occur.

Routines and rituals are normally good things. Everything proceeds automatically, and you can relax and let your thoughts wander. Almost everyone has a pre-sleep routine, for example airing out the bedroom while brushing one’s teeth, then reading a book for a while before lying down to sleep.

Rituals are helpful in highly emotional situations like funerals because the step-by-step actions are prescribed. They provide the bereaved with instructions on what to do next.

“Rituals also help to close the chapter on something old so that something new can begin,’’ said Elke Overdick, a psychologist from Hamburg.

In uncertain and hectic times they become particularly meaningful and people cling to them. It can be the morning conference in the office or afternoon cup of tea that is a constant in a hectic day.

A lot of people are not aware of the importance of routines and rituals until they retire. Then they have to write their daily script anew because many of their routines were job-related. “The loss of these supports causes an inner chaos,’’ Gross said.

Routines are a problem, however, when they are observed no matter what the circumstances.

“Routines can become compulsive,’’ Overdick noted. A person then becomes dependent on them and is locked in an emotional straitjacket. At worst, this dependency can even lead to an obsessive-compulsive disorder with panic attacks.

What psychologists call “magical thinking’’ is much less harmful but still obstructive in daily life. For example: “I can’t work if I don’t drink a cup of coffee in the morning!’’ Pedants, who greatly value structure in their lives, generally need more routines than do people who tend to be disorganized. And routines gain in importance for most people with advancing age. To prevent routines from becoming rigid, psychologist Peter Gross advises doing things, even trivial ones, differently at times.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

One lonely night

That one late night I thought was the loneliest time of my life. Tears kept falling on my cheeks as I walked through a dark damp street on my way home from work. There was no handkerchief or tissue to dry my face. I only had my bare hands that seemed like a busy windshield wiper in the pouring rain. I cannot even remember why I was crying. It was probably about work. Or my messy love life or lack of a decent one. Or perhaps I fought with my mother or brother. But what I can remember vividly was how I felt God’s warmth that night. Amidst the loneliness and despair God made me feel I was not alone. A tricycle suddenly slowed down near me.

“Ma’am, Rosario po.”
“Hindi na po Manong. Maglalakad lang po ako.”
“Sige na po Ma’am, doon din naman ang daan ko”
“Ok lang po ako Manong.”
“Ma’am sige na po, gabi na”

I really wanted to continue walking and whining. I wanted to let all tears I could make to pour that night so that there would be nothing more left to cry in the following days. But after the insistent offer, I suddenly stopped crying and hopped in the tricycle.

The driver did not let me pay. I was surprised that someone like him could be generous with warmth and kindness. He was God’s instrument that night. He wanted to let me know that in my loneliest time, He is there for me and that I was not alone after all.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Unsure

I'm sure I like him. i check his profile as often as i check mine, just to know his whereabouts. just to get a glimpse of what he's thinking. If it weren't for him I'd shut down my spark. other people spark a lot of things that distract me. But i still open it because i want to know if he's around. I drink a lot to pee a lot and make regular trips to the comfort room... to see his shoes. because merely seeing them makes my day.
I sure like him. and I am sure I'm gonna love him.

But i don't know him yet. he hasn't open his world to me. he remains to be elusive. and that makes me wonder the kind of person that he is.
Will he make me laugh?
Will he surprise me with flowers and sweet nothings.
Will he he save me when i am in trouble.
Will he make me cry?
Will he break my heart
will he be the one?
I wish i have the liberty to do things in my own time. I am quiiiite tired of fulfilling deadlines. I've had enough of pressure, of trying to follow rules and other people's timetables.

Right now I just want to go home, eat and lay on my bed and watch tv.

But i can't. because i am finishing this !@#%!@#%*& report.
Oh holiday, how swiftly you've gone.
Hours ago i was enjoying combat and yoga in a nice place.
Now im in a different world. I can call it hell, with the steamy temperature,
bed of pouring rain and abyss of loneliness.
Now's just the beginning of a restless tomorrow.
Can I pause Time for a moment
and let that moment linger for a while.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

natural tendency

I don’t know why some people have the tendency to be involved with complicated relationships—married man/woman, single parent, too young, too old, gay or lesbian- the list goes on. Is that tendency a natural thing?

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

You found me, just a little late

Flashback: Ondoy

As the night creeps in, I become increasingly restless. I am home but it seems my mind and heart are somewhere else. My imagination jumps about like a fidgety grasshopper. I think of the unfinished plans and reports for my boss, i think about working out in the gym, i think about my sleeping blog, I think about my Facebook Cafe, i think about my so-called ex-boyfriend, i think about my brother in Malaysia, i think about who I am going to vote in the coming elections, i think about my Christmas list, i think about my credit card, i think about the traffic in EDSA... There is just so much to think about. And if you think about it, there is so much clutter, so much noise, so much irrelevance that exist in my mind, that I fail to think about what really matters. Typhoon Ondoy and Pepeng brought so much devastation but I did not even lift a finger t help in any way. When people ask me how I was during the typhoon, i always said, “thank God the floods didn’t reach our place”. I was safe and warm in my home, while I watch people suffer and the homes
I had been broken a lot of times. Perhaps I still am
Broken.
Only trying to put on a straight face
Because I don’t want loneliness to take over myself.
Because I know deserve more than
Sulking in my room crying
I so deserve more than
Surprise-less birthdays and nonchalant Christmases
I deserve more than being ignored
I think I deserve to be loved somehow.
I think I am worth some sacrifice and effort.


But I had managed to accept that persons like that are
Rare.
I had learned that man is born selfish.
That there are few people lucky enough to find that person
Willing to stick out for’em

And now you’re here.
A beautiful apparition from somewhere
or nowhere.
You’re making me smile
Tickling my butterflies inside
But I am not sure if you’re that person
I want to believe you are
What do you really want from me?

Is it
Love?
Please say that it is.
At least say you’d like to try

Because I’ve had enough
Misfortune.
I am quite
Tired.
Someone please take care of
Me.
Someone please be
You.

Automated, Underestimated

I must admit that I underestimated the automated elections. My brother said touchscreen voting would have worked better because the touchscreen equipment was much faster, convenient and user-friendly. And it was not as costly as the PCOS.

We lined up for more than 2 hours under the heat of the sun to make our precious votes. There was a lot of drama in the precincts. The crowd was incessantly complaining about the inconvenience. The so-called authorities—BEIs, Comelec reps and PPCRV seemed disorganized and helpless.

But all the difficulties in the morning was replaced with excitement in the evening when hour by hour, the nation was presented with fast election results. It was far better than the more than a month-long counting. After 1 day some municipalities had already proclaimed winners. Presidentiables already conceded to the leading candidate, Noynoy.

Of course the elctions still have a lot to improve, but for first time I think Comelec did well. And I also salute the Filipinos who held on in the long lines and scorching temperature to fulfill this fundamental responsibility.

One time

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

10K

Im running 10K on May 30. i have a couple of friends running 10K too. this one friend made a mistake at first of writing 5k in the registration list.

Me: ey, 5K ka sa nature valley? kala ko 10k?
Him: pinabago ko na. 10K na. baka kasi tuktukan mo ko.

well, i had been inviting him to run 10K with me. and he promised he will in our next run.

matagal ko na syang gustong tuktukan sa totoo lang. para magising sya. pero ma-pride ako. at wala akong time para mag-drama. sana magising na sya nang kusa.

Poor Customer Service

I am a fan of the Philippine Daily Inquirer. But I must say that their customer service sucks. I have been dialing their number for almost an hour now, and I get connected every time, but I have not talked to anyone yet because apparently everyone from their sales and marketing is too busy.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Nalilito

Hanggang ngayon di ko pa alam kung sino iboboto ko.
hanggang ngayon kasi di ko pa rin alam kung anu ba ang katangian na hinahanap ko sa isang kandidato.
o siguro alam ko na pero di ko alam kung alin sa kanila ang pinakamahalaga.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Real life Defense

I just passed the defense of my group's final paper in Advertising. We did quite well and we're probably getting a good grade. I remember being so stressed by the late night researches and writing of the paper and presentation. I thought that was the culmination of the term. I am now working on the company's ads. i thought this is going to be just a breeze, since i feel like I've had been doing this for quite some time and I've known my brand well. But today i just learned that the application i submitted to ad standards council (asc) for our TV ads was turned down. And now Im staying late at work despite a headache preparing for tomorrow's defense and praying that the screener approves it. Because at stake here is not grade but the materialization of the TVC and the whole ad campaign. At stake here is not my performance in my marketing class but the marketing performance of the company.

My professor in advertising and marketing strategy would say, make all the mistakes here in class, but don't make mistakes in real life with your boss.

I guess i did just the opposite. I made it well in school but failed in real life. Now i know that not everything is learned in class. sometimes things are better learned the harder way.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Hybernation

Gosh it has been more than two months since i last posted an entry here. A lot has happened but I did not have the time to write even the most interesting or most moving experiences. I was quite absorbed in my real life that i neglected my creative self. I almost thought it was gone until i found myself here, now, trying to enjoy the beginning of my term break. i browsed through my old entries and i was amused by my musings. haha. how narcissistic. I guess I'm back. Probably a temporary hybernation is good sometimes because it allows one to focus on the real things that matter. as my boss would say, "baka makarating tayo sa buwan". But it is also important to always return to one's imaginations and inspire the spirit, the soul, because it is what moves you through reality. For now Im gonna jump into the rabbit hole and let myself get carried away in wonderland. toink toink toink.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Running

i'm running with my friends this sunday for National Book Store's book run. Im really excited. But i really need to get my shoes on and start running to condition my muscles and cardio.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

GoodnightKiss

We talked about a lot of things as we walked home.
“Dito na ko”. We stopped in front of our gate.
“Ok, bye.”
“Bye. Thanks ha.”
I waved good bye and then opened the gate. But I had not stepped in yet, when I decided to turn around to see if he was still near. I saw him slowly walking away.
“Ey!”
Surprised, he turned to my direction.
“Yup?”
“I forgot something.”
“What?”
I stepped close to him and kissed him softly on his left cheek.
Then I said, “Good night.”


I had been day dreaming about this scene. Because the last time he took me home, I gave him a cold tap on the shoulder, instead of a kiss. That was the best thing I could give at the time. It’s not like a Hollywood movie where a girl could kiss a guy after a date. We weren’t even dating. But I really wanted to kiss him. I promised myself to kiss him the next time we hang out with friends and he takes me home.
But I don’t know if I could ever have the courage to do that.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Prom

(Fade in TGIS theme: Growing up...)
When I was in highschool, attending prom was one of the ultimate happenings that an ordinary kid like me couldnt miss. But I guess i wasn’t that ordinary. Because although i did not miss the prom itself, i missed dancing with someone.


Of course i wished my crush would approach me and ask me to dance. But I was just there, a wall flower, while the pretty girls had boys lined up for a chance to dance with them. In short i was a loser.

(I was a teenage dirtbag baby!)
I was wondering what was wrong with me? Wasn’t I pretty? Wasnt i cool? (I was a teenage dirtbag baby)

(Popopokerface popopoker face....)
Several years later, when I was mature enough, I found myself in a sort of prom again. It was a company Christmas party. And there were lots of dancing. I got a little bit drunk so i was having really a good time on the dance floor. But suddenly the DJ segued to slow music.

(This is my last chance...)
The party people suddenly on their seats. Few couples had the courage to stay on the dancefloor, to express some romance. Ok so it was like high school again. Same old feeling of wanting to dance with somebody but no one just asks me. Or so i thot. Because moments later someone would take courage to ask me to dance. I thought, he’s do anything like that. But he did. He walked towards me and asked if i wanted to dance. I just smiled and held his hand.

(eheads: ang Huling el bimbo...)
But i think I got too nervous and left my brain on my seat. Because that very sweet moment just fluttered away. We danced foolishly and wasted the time. I don’t know. Part of me couldnt believe that i was close to him. I wish I held him closer. I wish I put my arms around him as we danced, however foolishly. I wish wasn’t that defensive. I wish i let my self get carried away. I wish I took that chance to talk about us. I wish I kissed him. But I had let go the chance to do all that. I was too afraid to admit that I was already in-love. If only...(fade in aqua song, if only i could turn back time. Fade out.)

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Truth

"over ka na ba sa ex mo?"
"yes."
"charing."
"hehe. ammm. hindi nga. yes, tlga, im over him".

the game we played last night needed no explanation for answering yes or no to that truth question. but i think i owe myself an explanation.
the good times will always be remembered, and of course, the bad. and i will always have some sort of link to him, whether i like or not. it's not like we're on facebook where i can just delete him from my list. and i guess i really loved him and that kind of love is not something that can change in a snap or in a sudden break up.
but God gave me the will to move on. and I have. I really have. I am better now that we are not together and i can truly say, despite it all, Yes, i am so over him.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

“I’m happy for my mom. But I feel in a way that I’m losing her.”
“Your parents are just formalizing their union. Don’t be alarmed and too sentimental.”

Maybe I shouldn’t be alarmed. But she’s my mother. She ‘s been my best friend for 26 years. I have every right to be too sentimental.
“My heart is ready, willing and able this time. How about another shot Ces?”

He said this barely 2 months after saying these:

“Please try to forget me. I have a lot of issues, blahblahblah...”
“My heart is ready, willing and able this time. How about another shot Ces?”

He said this barely 2 months after saying these:

“Please try to forget me. I have a lot of issues, blahblahblah...”

ChickenSituations

On new year’s day my mother went out early to visit a sick relative. She left me a whole chicken for barbecueing. I was thrilled by the idea of being given the rare chance to take charge of the kitchen (...my mom is a control freak in the kitchen). But when I faced the chicken I seemed to be clueless. The chicken can’t be barbecued whole. It should be cut into parts. And I havent cut a whole chicken into parts in my whole life. So I took courage to get the butcher knife and do the task. I was afraid at first because i did not know if i was doing it right. I inhaled deep as I swang back my armed hand and hit the joint of the thigh part. After the first cut i was able to breathe normally. It wasnt that tough I realized. And my babies turned out quite fine. I marinated them with a barbecue mix and tossed them into the grill pan. Im quite good for a first-timer.

***
Tonight, I faced another chicken situation. Now mother was out to attend a wake (it’s a different person, the sick relative isn’t dead... yet). No cutting was involved this time. But I was supposed to “broil” the whole chicken, using a pot! We got no turbo broiler, that is why. But my mom is such a genius she can “broil’ using what equipment we have available. The technique is actually to wrap the marinated whole chicken in a foil and then steam the chicken 30 mins per side. Then unwrap the chicken and allow its juice to reduce and caramelize. When skin is brown, it is ready to serve. I called mama 3 times to get all these intsructions. The result is a juicy flavorful chicken. I could say it is even better than the real char- broiled chicken, whose meat has the tendency to be dry and gummy. Im just magnif for a 2nd-timer!