Saturday, December 24, 2005


Survived my first week at work! Not bad huh?! All though occupational hazard includes dancing "Pinoy Ako"... PBB theme song... in Christmas parties for like ten million times already! I'm a newbie... can't really say no. Darn it!

Big boss is great. Really hands on with everything and very approachable. I haven't really sat down with my immediate boss yet coz he's on leave. I have to reserve judgement how nice he is. Rest of the office is typical corporate life... snobs and perky friendly ones scattered all over. Although the distance is just too much I'm so tired by the time I get home and I need to wake up extra early not to be late. And I need to find people to work with. I don't have a team yet.

Blah... blah... blah... let's not forget it's Christmas and although I'm in a Grinch-y mood... Merry Christmas to all and a Happy New Year! Last night awesome Christmas party with the 4J girls and boys. Hooray for all those who prepared food! Salute to the Pesto cook! Love it! And to the Spanish Sardines pasta maker too! Yummy. Pesto cook also made a scrumptious Strawberry Pie. Hmmm...

Ho-ho-ho everybody!

Tuesday, December 13, 2005


On friday I officially become an employee of this local semi-government bank. Although they asked me to come in on thursday for briefing and some HR stuff. The past week I've been busy going around the Metro getting all my pre-employment docs ready. Been to QC for NBI clearance and today I went all the way to SM Southmall for my medical. Which by the way is the hatest thing I have to do when starting a job. No, not afraid of them getting my blood. It's the peeing and shitting in cups for the lab tests. Eeooow! I'm almost done. Just need to get something from my previous employer... and of course get a facial, manicure and pedicure! Gotta be hot on my first day!

Thing is I'm really excited to get my first pay check. But since I'm moving out of the house I'm thinking of spending it "wisely". Like buying something for my new place. An armoire or sofa. Or should I spend it on a pair of skinny jeans I've been eyeing lately?! Hmmm... my old roommate mentioned someone selling really nice True Religion jeans.

Isn't this what they call... "counting your eggs before they hatch"?

So many things to buy... so little money... so little time.

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Sunday, December 11, 2005

My 2005 Christmas Wish List

Well... just in case Santa goes blog hopping and sees mine...

1. A new cellphone: Sony Ericsson Z800i
2. A paint job for my car
3. Shoes for work. A sexy black leather pumps from Steve Madden, Nine West, Enzo Angiolini, or Chinese Laundry. Hey, doesn't mean I'm a banker I can't be a fashionista! I'm size 6 by the way...
4. A G4 15-inch PowerBook.
5. A leather wallet
6. A skirt from Zara
7. A office jacket from Mango
8. A wrap-around dress from Topshop
9. A Tudor or Bulgari silver watch... or maybe two-toned so I can wear it with silver or gold jewelry.
10. A black leather bag from Coach
11. A pair of Citizens of Humanity or Seven for All Mankind jeans
12. A pair of really cool eyeglasses so I can rest my eyes from wearing contacts
13. A Sony Cyber-shot DSC-T7 Digital Camera
14. A cool bed (Japanese style) for my new apartment
15. A pair of Havaianas again. Model name is Joy. Has flowers on the thongs. Maybe one in blue or lavander.

Why don't you share your own wish list?!

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

The Blairbitch is a Banker

Yes, finally I got a job. I accepted a position to head a team that does auctions of repossesed properties in a local bank. Pay is okay... I guess. But what lured me was the traveling around the Philippines twice a month. It's in my blood, traveling that is. I can't help it. My big boss told me I'd probably get sick of it after awhile. I doubt. As long as there's new places to see and new things to explore I'm all game.

I'm starting on the 15th. I thought it was a weird time to start. After all the year is about to end and it runs right smack the holiday season. I don't care though. At least the year will start good for me. I won't be broke anymore! Maybe just a little dented.

Kinda worried coz I probably should act a little bit mature now. It's real work not like what I used to do before. Not that I don't think my old jobs were just for play. But who would've thought I'd be working in a bank??? Well, just my first job anyway after MBA. No harm in trying out this one.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

RP CHEATING... or so THEY say...

For the past couple of days I've been reading in the newspapers the accusations of Thai prime minister Suwat Liptapanlop. He was very vocal in his opinions about the unfair judging of the SEA Games. Although they also say his words were taken out of context. He didn't really explicitly say RP was cheating. Just sort of implied it. The Thai representatives vow they will be "fair" when they host the SEA Games in 2007.

I haven't been watching the games on tv but I read the newspaper to keep myself posted. Philippines leads the medal tally with 74 gold, 53 silver, and 57 bronze. I guess there are some events you can actually cheat on. But how about other events that rely on pure skill? Running? Swimming? Biking? Then again, aren't the countries well represented in the judging? Hmm...

Imagine marring the good relationship with Thailand all because of this event. Pres. GMA was very diplomatic about it and ordered an investigation. Hello! It's not like it's gonna increase our GDP or alleviate poverty!

Cheaters. Hmmm... but why am I not totally convinced we're not?!

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Random Blabs

... I'm gonna be joining the work force soon... I can feel it!

Although I think I'm gonna eat my words. I said I was never going to work for a bank and now I might end up in one. Oh lordie! My only consolation is it's not consumer/retail banking.

Well... I'm crossing my fingers. Don't wanna jinx this one.


My mom hired some people to decorate our house for the Christmas season. Yeah, I thought it was weird at first but come to think of it, nobody in the house wants to go all the trouble putting up the decors all over the house. If you've seen our crib you'd understand.

Anyway, the house is bright with Christmas lights and hollies all over the place. The dancing Santa is now back guarding our lanai. And yet, the Christmas spirit is far from making its presence felt. For me at least. Probably because I'm unemployed. Or probably because my family is celebrating Christmas alone.

If Christmas is just around the corner, that means so is New Year! Oh lordie!


Discovered this in Market Market. I'm going crazy over it. Can eat a dozen in one sitting.
I want my Chocopie! I want my Chocopie! Now! Now!

Tuesday, November 15, 2005


Where is it written that first borns should take most of the responsibilities around the house? Or is it because I'm a girl? Both are a curse. Sometimes. Or maybe most of the time. My parents remember I'm a girl and should somehow be protected during special moments. Mostly when I get home late from night outs. But getting home late from an errand is okay.

My parents happily exploit my state of unemployment with emotional blackmail. And I always fall for it. Stupid guilt! Now that we're left to take care of my sick Lolo, I juggle my time buying groceries for two households. What makes it harder is we buy from two grocery stores quite far from each other, Makro in Cainta and Cherry Foodarama in Antipolo. We moved our Lolo in our old house with his two nursemaids. The house is also getting renovated so part of my chores is to bring food to the other house everyday and check if supplies are needed from the hardware store. Other than household stuff I bring whatever car needs repairs to the casa.

Parents tend to overlook those after the first borns when they give out responsibilities. Like the second or the youngest children aren't capable of handling responsibilities. Or their too fragile to be burdened.

I just realized my responsibilities won't change even when I get a job.

It's bloody unfair!

Sunday, November 13, 2005


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TAG UR IT!... 20 Random Things About Me

I got tagged by my friend Jehan... having nothing else better to do, why not?!

1. I'm currently addicted to Texas Hold 'Em Poker... usually I play online.
2. I don't like gravy on my chicken.
3. My dream job is anything as long as the price is right and not much finance and I can still wear my funky outfits.
4. I wanna do pole dancing complete with porn outfit. They say it's good exercise. Like sex.
5. Danced ballet for about nine years. Still wish I didn't stop. I do love to dance!
6. I have to be fashionable even for bed. My tops and pajamas/panties have to match. A true fashionista!
7. Every summer when I was a kid my mom would send me and my brother to some school to learn something. Done Speech Power, voice lesson with Ryan Cayabyab, art lessons, guitar lessons, piano, not to mention SEP (Summer Enrichment Program) in Ateneo! I think she just wants us to get rid of us.
8. I'm scared of ghosts and supernatural stuff.
9. First time I was truly drunk (to the point of throwing up on the side of the road and not remembering how I got home) was at a listening party when I was still working at Warner Music. We had the Craig David "What's your flava?!" launch party at the now defunked, PRAVDA. Open bar, what do you expect?!
10. I won a blue Honda City LX about eight years ago at a Bingo game in Ateneo. So, I aptly named my car BINGO.
11. I had a rhinoplasty, a.k.a nose job, almost a year ago. It's not my fault my mom wanted me to be prettier...
12. I hate tagalog movies but I cried while watching Sharon Cuneta in Madrasta.
13. My St. Scho barkada hated me when I was in gradeschool coz I was such a total mean girl. A queen bee without drones though. Fast forward to present: I'm still a brat and I choose who I bully but they learned to love me already.
14. I was in theatre during college (ENTABLADO) and I loved playing the villain!
15. I started smoking when I was almost eighteen. I even taught my bestfriend. Grabe! BI!
16. I'm a biatch and proud of it!
17. I don't like telling someone something twice.
18. I've always thought I can't have babies. And that's my greatest fear.
19. I hate it when people say it's okay if I'm jobless, my family's rich anyway. F*ck! Wish it was THAT easy!
20. Be careful when you say "NO" to me. I get quite cranky if I don't get what I want.

I'm tagging all of my friends... if you're bored or jobless like me... join the fun!

Friday, November 11, 2005

I couldn't resist trying this one!

Your Seduction Style: Sweet Talker

Your seduction technique can be summed up with "charm"
You know that if you have the chance to talk to someone...
Well, you won't be talking for long! ;-)

You're great at telling potential lovers what they want to hear.
Partially, because you're a great reflective listener and good at complementing.
The other part of your formula? Focusing your conversation completely on the other person.

Your "sweet talking" ways have taken you far in romance - and in life.
You can finess your way through any difficult situation, with a smile on your face.
Speeding tickets, job interviews... bring it on! You truly live a *charmed life*

Sunday, November 06, 2005


Although I haven't succumbed to the craze called PINOY BIG BROTHER, I am however, addicted to Korean movies. Yes, may pagka-jologs rin ako.

It started with Full House, a Korean telenovela. I got to watch it while I was doing my thesis. My roommate had a downloaded copy of the whole series. It became our stress-reliever. We got hooked! We didn't care even if we had to read the subtitles! Now, thanks to my bestfriend who regularly buys Korean movies for her mom and her sisters, I get to watch sappy Korean love stories. Even before the Sassy Girl movie (dubbed in tagalog) came out, I saw the movie already. Other titles I've seen are My Little Bride, A Girl I Know, Windstruck, and Crazy Love. She also has some horror movies but I'm too chicken to watch those. I don't know the actors' names and some movies have terrible translations but as long as I get the gist of the story, I'm fine with it.

Other than their movies, I've also turned to their celebrities for fashion and beauty styles. I've been researching for new hairstyles from the entertainment shows on the Arirang channel on cable.

I've been to Seoul, Korea when I was younger. I didn't really fall in love with the country but I did love their food. Apparently there's more to Korea than meets the eye.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Movie Mania

There's so many movies coming out in the next few months based on books. I've read some of them and I can't wait to see how much close the screenplays are to the books.

I'm still young at heart and I'm dying of anticipation to watch the latest sequel of the Harry Potter series, The Goblet of Fire. As you can see, they've all grown up now. Hermoine is considered a "hottie" by my pedophile friends. Ron is as gangly as ever. And Harry is falling in love. The story is about the Tri-Wizard tournament to be held in Hogwarts. I already pictured in my head how everything would look while I was reading the book. But imagine seeing it in "real life"?! Movie opens on November 16, 2005.

I've only read two Dan Brown books, Angels and Demons and The Da Vinci Code. I don't think I need to read his other books because after these two, you kinda get his style of writing. Then again, I'm curious how everything will be in the movie. Tom Hanks will be playing Robert Langdon. Is he the best choice? Hmmm... maybe. I see Robert Langdon as a very intellectual person but then again in the book he does all sorts of stunts. Maybe Tom Hanks can pull it off. Audrey Tautou will be Sophie Nuveu. She looks too young to be paired with Tom Hanks... but we'll see. Movie opens May 19th next year.

I read Memoirs of a Geisha about five years ago. I've always had an affinity with anything Japanese. I love the food, anime, and manga. Most of all, I'm fascinated with their culture. My brother pointed out something about this movie... most of the characters are played by Chinese. Zhang Ziyi will be Mameha and Michelle Yeoh will be Sayuri Nitta. Movie is scheduled to be released on December 9, 2005.

Other movies I'm waiting for are The Exorcism of Emily Rose, The Family Stone, Aeon Flux, King Kong, and The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, and Superman Returns.

Sunday, October 30, 2005

...and then there was none...

My cousins finally left. The last family on my mother side we're truly close to. We keep on telling ourselves it was for the best... that they'll have a better future in the US. We'll see each other anyway, we travel every year after all. But deep inside was sadness. We've spent most of our lives together. Being the eldest among the cousins I even took care of some of them when they were still babies. There's no wonder there were a lot of tears shed when we dropped them off at the airport.

Our Christmas this year will be a little more subdued than usual and probably a lot lonelier too.

I miss my babies already.

My big baby boy Posted by Picasa

My pretty cousin Posted by Picasa

Friday, October 28, 2005

Really Bitchin'!

Changed my template again. Got bored with the last one and doesn't this totally scream "Blairbitch"?!

Anyway... been quite for the last few days because spending time with my grandmother from the US before she leaves tonight. My mom's last sister here in the Philippines is also migrating to the US tomorrow with her whole family (except their eldest son). You can just imagine how crazy the past three weeks have been for all of us! Between packing, selling their stuff, and moving, it's been total chaos. I'm also feeling sad coz I'm gonna miss hanging out with my cousins.

Incidentally, I'll be getting their old red Toyota Corolla (don't ask the rest of the specs so clueless about that!) and Bingo, my blue Honda City, will be sold to my mom's office (sniff! lots of happy memories with that one!). It's a new secondhand car for me! I think my mom just felt bad coz she's buying my brother an Eclipse (imported and all set up). Although secondhand too, it's still a spankin' set of wheels compared to what I'm getting. But I'll be getting the Eclipse eventually when my brother goes off to take his MBA in US next year (hopefully).

Oh... also went to a Halloween party last week with Tini and the rest of the 4J Boys. I went as a porn french maid... bwahahaha! Halloween is the only time of the year when you can get away looking slutty or stupid.

Enough blabbering...

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The 4J Boys Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Desperately Desperate

Yes, each new day in suburbia brings with it a new set of lies. The worst are the ones we tell ourselves before we fall asleep.

We whisper them in the dark, telling ourselves we're happy...

...or that he's happy...

...that we can change...

...or that he will change his mind.

We persuade ourselves we can live with our sins...

...or that we can live without him.

Yes. Each night before we fall asleep we lie to ourselves in a desperate, desperate hope that, come morning, it will all be true.

--- Desperate Housewives Episode 1.15: IMPOSSIBLE

Friday, October 14, 2005


A very poignant song by Coldplay...

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

When the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

High up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
If you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

... and I bet we all need some fixin' up...

Tuesday, October 11, 2005


... to buy anything and everything without bothering to look at the price.
... to have a work and actually love it.
... to spend summer in the Philippines by the beach; see the maple leaves fall in Canada; play in the snow in Europe; and watch the flowers bloom while the snow melts in the US.
... to live on my own
... to eat anything and everything without gaining weight or inches.
... to stop having nightmares.
... to see the rest of my dream.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

The Shortest Fairytale

Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl, "Will you marry me?"

She said, "No!"

And the girl lived happily ever after.

Girl power!!!

To All Women

A friend posted this on Friendster and I just had to share to everybody.

If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay. Stop making excuses for a man and his behaviour. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.

Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not meant to be. Slower is better. Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.

If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no, you can't "be friends". A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend. Don't settle.

If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is. Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better. The only person you can control in a relationship is you.

Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently?

Always have your own set of friends separate from his. Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something bothers you, speak up.

Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later.

You cannot change a man's behaviour. Change comes from within.

Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are... even if he has more education or in a better job. Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less. Never let a man define who you are. Never borrow someone else's man. If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you. A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.

All men are NOT dogs.

You should not be the one doing all the bending ...compromise is a two way street.

You need time to heal between relationships ... there is nothing cute about baggage ... deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship.

You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you ... a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals ... look for someone complimentary ...not supplementary.

Dating is fun ... even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right. Make him miss you sometimes ... when a man always knows where you are, and you're always readily available to him - he takes it for granted.

Never move into his mother's house. Never co-sign for a man.

Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need. Keep him in your radar but get to know others.

"They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them and an entire lifetime to forget them."

Tuesday, October 04, 2005


"...I still believe in ever after with you"

Ever After by Bonnie Bailey

Monday, October 03, 2005


Spent seems to be a better word unless someone can suggest something beyond tired. Because I'm really damn tired... body, mind, and soul. Here I am, venting out my anger, frustration, and confusion over some unmentionable reason. It's late. I'm here on the third floor, my internet haven, with my Marlboro lights on one hand and a glass of Coke on the other. This will definitely help me go to sleep faster!

I want a reset button to clear out the mess. Restart. Rewind.

The little devil on my left shoulder is whispering revenge while the angel on my right is telling me to let it go. And I admit, I'm a vengeful sort. I get mad AND I get even. I'm burning in hell anyway so what's another sin gonna do to my already blackened soul?!

Sigh! Enough.

Sunday, October 02, 2005

A Tale to Remember

I don't blame anybody... especially men... for not understanding my obsession with "the perfect proposal".

One of my roommates from AIM just got engaged a week ago in Tagaytay and last night was their pamamanhikan. We had lunch today and she told us what happened on that fateful weekend. I won't go into the details but suffice it to say it was funny but sweet. It was unlike my friend's boyfriend to be so mushy but so like them to bungle along the way. It was perfect! The mom even helped take care of accommodations in Tagaytay and she was also the one who made sure the ring fit. She asked my friend to try on her ring in the pretense of asking her opinion on her jewelry. The engagement ring is now considered an heirloom. It was his mom's engagement ring, eventually my friend will pass it on to her son... on the condition that my friend likes her daughter-in-law-to-be!

We already suspected she was going to be the first 315 Girl to get married. They don't have definite plans yet and may even take at most two years before the wedding. But at least they're engaged already.

Some people think I'm always after the ring... that it must be huge... it must be fashionable... I don't mind if it's not all that. But what I do want is the whole shebang!

I want a proposal worthy to be featured in a bridal magazine.

Worthy of being retold a hundred times because of the unforgettable way it was done.

Worthy of becoming an "urban legend"!

If the guy is totally in love with me then he'll find a way to make it one of the most memorable of my life. I mean, it's the least he could do. After all, I'm the one who'll get fat and pregnant and will probably be in labor for more than 24 hours! Women do die during childbirth!

I guess I just want to feel special.

But I wouldn't say no to a nice ring too!

Wednesday, September 28, 2005


I would have given you all of my heart
But there's someone who's torn it apart
And he's taken just all that I have
But if you want I'll try to love again
Baby, I'll try to love again, but I know...

The first cut is the deepest
Baby I know
The first cut is the deepest
But when it comes to bein' lucky, he's cursed
When it comes to lovin' me, he's worst...

I still want you by my side
Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried
And I'm sure gonna give you a try
If you want I'll try to love again, (try)
Baby, I'll try to love again, but I know...

The first cut is the deepest
Baby I know
The first cut is the deepest
But when it comes to bein' lucky, he's cursed
But when it comes to lovin' me, he's worst...

I still want you by my side
Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried
But I'm sure gonna give you a try
Cuz if you want I'll try to love again
(Try to love again, try to love again)
Baby, I'll try to love again but I know, oohhh....

The first cut is the deepest
Baby I know
The first cut is the deepest
When it comes to bein' lucky, he's cursed
When it comes to lovin' me, he's worst

Oohhh, the first cut is the deepest
Baby I know (baby I know)
The first cut is the deepest
Try to love again...

Monday, September 26, 2005

Just another day...

I spent the whole day sleeping. Just how I wanted to spend my birthday. Great huh?! (can you feel my sarcasm???) Tini did visit me with chocolates. He also went with me to mass. Then off to dinner with my mom, brother, and his girlfriend. Other than that, it was just another day. I realized I'm considered to be in my late twenties already. The thought depresses me even more. When I was a kid I used to think people in their twenties were old. I guess I never realized that eventually I'll reach that age too.

The truth is... I'm really thankful I have another year... another chance to do great things and be a better person. It only means there's still many things I have to do and there are exciting things in store for me. I'm still trying to think positive. I'm sure there's still a silver lining somewhere out there.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Sore High!

Ako Atenista??? Hindi noh?!!!

Win or lose, it's the school we choose raw... sana minsan WIN naman at di laging lose!

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

It's J.D. Fortune!

Rockstar INXS just ended. Migs was eliminated the first round. I think he wasn't bad boy enough for them. The showdown with the band came down to J.D. and Marty. And in the end... it was J.D. I just hope the band can handle his volatile personality.

Sigh! Another reality show finished. I hear American Idol is starting in a month or so.


I caught the Kim Possible movie on Disney Channel, So The Drama. Finally saw Kim and Ron get together. So sweet! They kissed in the end!

I love cartoons!

Tuesday, September 20, 2005


I found this in Friendster and I thought it was a nice read.

I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as
an adult.

I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year-old again. I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant. I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks. I want to think M&Ms are better than money because
you can eat them. I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer's day.

I want to return to a time when life was simple; When all I knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes, and it didn't bother me, because I didn't know what I didn't know and I didn't care. All I knew was to be happy because I was blissfully unaware of all the things that should make me worry or upset.

I want to think the world is fair.

That everyone is honest and good.

I want to believe that anything is possible. I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again. I want to live simple again. I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more
days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones. I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making angels in the snow.

So . . . here's my checkbook and my car-keys, my credit card bills and my 401K statements. I am officially resigning from adulthood.

And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first, cause...

......"Tag! You're it."

Clumsy... or Cursed???

I don't think a couple of months can go by without something weird happening to me. Case in point... last friday after a night of booze I fell on my butt while taking a shower. No, I wasn't drunk. In my naked glory I was on my back on my bathroom floor. Lucky me I didn't really hurt my back but my butt was slightly bruised and I had to walk like a duck for a couple of days. Lucky me too that I didn't hit my head coz I was inches away from hitting the wall.

The year isn't over yet and I already had shingles last January, bitten by my dog last May, and now a slight accident. Oh, I wonder what happens next!


Final three in Rockstar INXS: Migs Ayesa, J.D. Fortune, and Marty Casey! Tomorrow at 930am (Phil time) will be the finale.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

ROSIE DUNNE by Cecelia Ahern

Rosie and Alex are destined for one another, and everyone seems to know it but them. Best friends since childhood, their relationship gets closer by the day, until Alex gets the news that his family is leaving Dublin and moving to Boston: At 17, Rosie and Alex have just started to see each other in a more romantic light. Devastated, the two make plans for Rosie to apply to colleges in the U.S. She gets into Boston University, Alex gets into Harvard, and everything is falling into place, when on the eve of her departure, Rosie gets news that will change their lives forever: She's pregnant by a boy she'd gone out with while on the rebound from Alex. Her dreams for college, Alex, and a glamorous career dashed, Rosie stays in Dublin to become a single mother, while Alex pursues a medical career and a new love in Boston. But destiny is a funny thing, and in this novel, structured as a series of clever e-mails, letters, notes, and a trail of missed opportunities, Alex and Rosie find out that fate isn't done with them yet.

I'm excited to read this book but I'm scared of what I'll find.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Misery loves company

Coffee tastes best with a friend and a little misery. Ever since Starbucks opened here in Marikina it's been the place of choice for me and my girlfriends to share our life stories. A quick call to each other or a text..."Libre ka? Coffee naman tayo. Starbucks?" simply means... "I desprately need someone to tak to!" and an impromptu gimik has greater chances of pushing through. And yes, we're willing to pay a hundred bucks for coffee which actually just costs twenty pesos to make. Nevertheless, the company is priceless.

Hmm... wonder why we never talked about our problems over beer?

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Depressed and slightly Suicidal

A girl's companion on a lonely monday afternoon... Posted by Picasa

I had to get out of the house yesterday afternoon. The loneliness and depression was really getting to me. I'm still unemployed and my birthday is fast approaching. Getting older and still a bum is making me really miserable! And there are other things happening in my life which also isn't going as well as I hope it would. So, I drove to Tapa King in front of Eastwood and ordered comfort food... Banana Cobbler (with FIC). And while the rain poured, I also poured my thoughts and feelings in my journal. Whenever I feel this way, there's an uncontrollable need to write. As if writing down nonsensical words would ease all the pain.

For a couple of hours I did feel better. Well, it also helped that I did some shopping too. I got a brown Boho skirt with belt, a silvery sash, and two capri sweat pants for working out. Today, I also bought a navy blue shirt. It's for thursday's Ateneo-DLSU game.

Sigh! Life!

Monday, September 12, 2005

Blabberings on music, t.v., et al...

Since I'm desprately trying to get my mind off things, I keep myself busy watching t.v. and downloading music (but this is bad! NO to piracy!).

Since I left the music industry I've noticed a surge of really good local bands and singers. I'm really very picky when it comes to OPMs. We have really good artists but they get stuck singing remakes and revivals. Among the relatively new ones I really like Kitchie Nadal (Wag Mong Sasabihin, Same Ground). My favorite bands of the moment are Hale (Broken Sonnet, The Day You Said Goodnight), Cueshe (Stay), Session Road (Suntok Sa Buwan, Leaving You), and SpongeCola (Gemini, Dragonfly, Neon, She Don't Care). I've been gone for quite sometime so I have yet to update myself to other songs.


The O.C. is back for its third season! I'm so excited to watch the first episode. Sigh! Oh Seth! Oh Seth!

Other than The O.C., I've been watching Rockstar INXS. I just got hooked. Last episode, Migs (he's a filipino who grew up in Australia and now living in London) had a mediocre performance compared to the others but he wasn't in the bottom three. I guess even though he's barely a pinoy all the pinoys in the world still voted for him.


I'm trying my best to get tickets for thursday's Ateneo-La Salle game. It's our last game for the season before the semis. I'm sure it's gonna be one helluva game.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

FALL TO PIECES by Avril Lavigne

I looked away
Then I look back at you
You try to say
The things that you can't undo
If I had my way I'd never get over you
Today's the day I pray that we make it through

Make it through the fall
Make it through it all

And I don't wanna fall to pieces
I just want to sit and stare at you
I don't want to talk about it
And I don't want a conversation
I just want to cry in front of you
I don't want to talk about it
Coz I'm in Love With you

You're the only one, I'd be with till the end
When I come undone
You bring me back again
Back under the stars
Back into your arms


Wanna know who you are
Wanna know where to start
I wanna know what this means

Wanna know how you feel
Wanna know what is real
I wanna know everything, everything


I'm in love with you
Coz i'm in love with you
I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you

Tuesday, September 06, 2005


My Havaianas Posted by Picasa

Yesterday, I was in flip-flops heaven! I visited the
House of Havaiana here in the Philippines. It's called ALL FLIP-FLOPS found at the 3rd floor of Glorietta 3. I did try so hard to stop myself from buying a pair. After all, three pairs of Havaianas is a tad too much already. But four??? But I wanted one with the Brazilian flag and the yellow and the blue looked so cute on my newly pedicured feet that I just couldn't resist. After all, a girl can't really have enough Havaianas.

I know someone who has ten pairs so maybe having four isn't that bad.

In less than a year I've accumulated this much Havaianas. You can tell they've all served me well by how much grime is on them.

Flip-flops addict! Posted by Picasa

But my collection grew even more when I went to Canada. The brown floral one was from H&M; black and hot pink with hibiscus print were both from Garbage, a clothing store also in Canada.

Now I get blisters wearing regular shoes.

I'm thinking if I could find a company that would let me wear fip-flops all the time...

Monday, September 05, 2005

The Workforce Be With You!

Today I had my first job interview. The company was in realty and they needed an in-house sales manager.

In my head, I imagined my first interview after MBA differently. For one, I thought I would be confident in stating my desired salary. But I couldn't say it! Maybe because I felt I wasn't worth THAT much... regardless I spent tons on my MBA. But we were taught to be ruthless... to be capitalistic bastards... so with a squeeky voice I told the general manager my desired salary.

"Would you consider anything less?" she asked.

"As of now, no." I said trying to keep a straight face.

Then another head hunter friend of my mom called me up to ask about jobs I preferred.

1. Marketing or Sales for consumer products.
2. Marketing or Sales for telecommunication companies.

"How about banks?"

"Well, then that's my number three." as in last resort, I thought.

She said there was an opening for management trainee for this consumer company (name withheld) but they were only looking for dean's listers. Kung ang pagkakaroon ng boyfriend ay di sukatan ng kagandahan... sa aming paaralan (AIM) ang pagiging dean's lister ay di rin sukatan ng katalinuhan. Sukatan lang ng abilidad manggago ng mga guro!

But of course I didn't say that.

She said she'll be sending my resume to a bank needing a business strategist. Shit! Am I that desperate already?

"Oh, that job sounds interesting. Yes, please send my resume!"

Zara is opening in October. Need money ASAP!

I feel like a sell-out! But, my need to shop is greater.

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Not quite 27 yet...

I think I'm way past the age when my mom thinks I'm still her baby girl. I had lunch with her and her friends a couple of weeks ago and when one of her friends asked how old I was, I said I was 26.

With a weird look on her face, my mom said "Anak, magtwe-twenty-seven ka na."

"Next month pa yon Ma!"

Oh hell! I'm just getting used to being 26 and here I am turning a year older.

Next month pa yon.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Man's Brain

"Man has two sides of the brain: the Left, which is never right. And the Right, which has nothing left"

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

I'm Here

I'm home already.

I'm so sick though. My excuse for not totally finish my unpacking yet. I still have one big luggage yet to open.

I'd write more but my cold medication is telling me to go take a nap.

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Coming Home

Dorothy said there's no place like home.

Surprisingly, I do agree.

For more than two months I have juggled between Canada and US. The restlessness I felt after finishing school has now been replaced with the need to stay in one place. And although there are places where I'd rather be, what I need now is the comfort of my own room, my own house, and my own bed. My soul needs healing and the familiar surroundings of home may just do the trick.

This has been an amazing vacation for me. Although there is deep sadness saying goodbye to people who really took care of me, most especially my Tita Cecile and Tito Eli who treated me like a real daughter. Having three sons, they had fun having a girl around the house. There were tears shed when they dropped me off at the airport. Until now, while waiting for my flight back to the Philippines here in San Francisco, they would call and check on me. Reminding me how much they miss my presence.

I'm also sad to say goodbye again to my childhood friend, their oldest son. As kids, our lives began the same. We were only months apart and grew up literally, next to each other (our houses were behind each other). We were always at each others' birthday parties, we studied in the same pre-school, and we were constant playmates. They left when we were about 10 years old and growing up in different countries the next seventeen years, our lives couldn't have been more different.

Meeting him again, I saw part of ourselves remained the same and the others, well, we enjoyed discovering our differences. Despite the fact that he grew up in Canada, he remained conservative and traditional in some ways. He matured (somewhat...) significantly. Working two jobs and buying a house. He's such a heartthrob! Girls at his office (and gays as well...) would literally throw themselves at him. It's quite pathetic actually. While here I am, still struggling with my unemployment status, living with parents, and probably years away from walking down the aisle with a groom waiting by the altar. I'm not jealous though, because even with my chaotic life right now, I can honestly say I'm happy. Deep inside I know everything will fall into place and eventually, I'll get there wherever he is now. I'll get a job. I'll be able to afford to move out. And whether I'm single or attached, I can still be my own person. Of course, I'm hoping after we part ways my friend will find happiness in his own way. I have to keep tabs on him because it will take probably years before I see him again! It was just great finding my playmate again!

Two months ago, I was looking for a silver lining after not getting my visa for Europe. I don't think I've found it yet, but that doesn't mean I'll stop looking for one. After all life is full of surprises. For now, I'm content to have fun memories of my travels here in Canada and US.

Lost internet access for more than a week in Canada. Glad to finally update this blog!

24 years ago... Posted by Picasa

Sunday, July 24, 2005

Final Stretch... and can't believe they killed HIM!

Been in Illinois for almost a week but now back in Canada again. Still getting my flight back home fixed. It's amazing how fast my babies have grown! I'm the eldest among the cousins from my mother's side. I've taken care of some of them when they were babies and now they're all grown up. The second eldest is now married and I'm even one of the godmothers of her baby. An adorable baby girl! It's so fun being all together. We just feel bad that we have a few more cousins still in the Philippines who couldn't be with us. We spent our nights playing poker (Texas Hold'em... which I'm beginning to be an expert in), singing videoke, and drinking beer. I wish I could've spent more time with them. But I kinda feel old seeing all my cousins now grown up.

My cousins bought me the newest Harry Potter book, The Half-Blood Prince and I just finished reading it the other night. I read in the newspapers that someone was going to die again and from how the story was unfolding I really thought it was Draco Malfoy. Alas! It wasn't! I don't wanna ruin it for those who are still reading or going to read the book but I really felt depressed after. Well... It makes it more realistic though. Just couldn't believe J.K. Rowling killed HIM! Of course not Harry Potter.

Anyway... I'm kinda out of the loop with whatever's happening in the Philippines. But I try to watch the news as often as I can. I'm a couple of weeks away from going home. So, hope to see all of you guys soon!

Friday, July 08, 2005

Langhap Sarap

I realized... I miss Jollibee Chicken Joy.

I want one right now.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Still here...

Yup. I'm still here in Canada. I've been here for almost a month. I'm not doing much here but I've been to several places since my last entry. I've been off-road biking around Millgrove area, strawberry-picking, visited relatives (went shopping with cousin!), went to Paramount Wonderland, and spent a night at Niagra.

But no pictures to prove it.

Although my sweet Aunt bought me a digital camera a few days ago. I have yet to use it.

I think I still have little over a week before I say farewell to Canada.

Did you know that the Canadian National Anthem sounds EXACTLY like the Ateneo Hymn?!!!

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Can you spell Mississauga?!

I haven't been updating my blog that much because for one... I'm on vacation and the lack of equipment makes it difficult to show people the places I've been to. Second, I haven't really been going around that much yet. Fridays are spent watching the last full show. So far I've seen Mr. & Mrs. Smith and Batman Begins. Lined up for the next fridays are Bewitched, War of the Worlds, Dark Waters, and of course... Fantastic Four. Other places I've been is downtown Toronto when I met up with some old friends and a small town called Collingwood. It's Ontario's version of the Alps during winter. There's plans to go to Wonderland, Canada's version of Disneyland.

During weekdays, since most of the people here go to work, I'm pretty much a domesticated-couch-potato. I help cook lunch and clean the dishes. Imagine me... doing household work! Coolness huh?!! Nice thing about Canada is it's pretty much clean. Means dust doesn't accumulate as fast as it does in Manila. My Aunt comes home at around 530pm, which is when my Uncle goes to work. I'd usually sit on the coach with her watching either a baseball game (she loves the Blue Jays!) or series of game shows starting with Wheel of Fortune, then Jeopardy.

Daylight is longer here... doesn't start to get dark till near 9pm so I'd often walk around the village. My way of exercising. I also try to do yoga. I feel like I've gained weight so much!

So far, my vacation has been wonderfully relaxing. But still jobless when I get home though. Oh well... I'll think about that when I get home.

My room... Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

EDSA 1...2...3...4...

Although I'm miles away from home I keep in touch with what's happening in the Philippines. Wherever I visit there's TFC anyway (The Filipino Channel). Apparently there's another revolution brewing. Or at least attempts of one. More names and more scandals were unearthed because of the jueteng issue. Our presidents just keeps on getting worse in hiding their dirty secrets.

Will we ever have a president who will finish his/her term without a threat of revolution hovering in the air?! I guess not.

Frankly, it gets boring already. The first one was a real achievement for us Filipinos. The second one reinforces the power of the people. But a third... fourth... fifth... is just plain drama!

Who's fault? The government for being so selfish and corrupt?! The people for voting for stupid people? Or maybe for not voting at all? Or maybe for thinking another people power in Edsa will solve all our problems.

I guess it's the never ending issues like these that makes other people apathetic of the plight of the Philippines and its people.

I hate politics.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

KING of POP cleared!!!

A few hours ago, I watched as Michael Jackson was cleared of all charges of molestation. There were ten counts and he was cleared in every one of them. TEN!!! I would've thought there would've been at least one charge that would get him into jail. None! Not even probation for a misdemeanor charge.

There were many people with banners and posters showing their support to Michael Jackson outside the court yard. There were tears and hugs when the verdict came out. The jury had fourteen weeks of trial and it took them a week to deliberate on the verdict. And yet they unanimously cleared him. There were many white people, couple of Latinos, no African-American.

I'm amazed.

The King is free.

Sunday, June 12, 2005


I've been in Canada for four days already. The last time I was here was about 16 years ago. I barely remember the places we visited. Of course I couldn't forget Niagara Falls... but other than that, I don't remember much. Although I recall my brother dialing 911 when he saw the numbers written down beside the phone. Then we got a call back from them asking if we were okay.

I haven't seen much of Canada yet, just a little of Mississauga where I live with family friends. And a little of downtown Toronto. I'm taking my time going around since I'll be staying for quite sometime here anyway.

From the fast paced lives of my relatives in America, I find Canada relaxing and quite slow. It's a nice change. And I like the weather right now. It can get hot but not as hot as back home... aaahhh... home... it feels like a million miles away. Hmmm... getting a little bit homesick already.

A wedding, a camping trip, a long drive to Montreal, a visit to a Filipino bar, and Canada Day celebration are just a few things planned in the coming weeks.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Oh Granny!

Grandmothers can be adorably crazy! I spent the last two days with my mom's mom and other grandaunts. It drove me crazy whenever they try to feed me... like I never got fed when I was in the Philippines. No matter how many times I tell them I'm full, they still insist on feeding me. So, just to shut them up I'd try to eat. But it doesn't stop there! They would then insist I try everything on the table! After that, they try to make me take a nap. They insist I have jetlag even if it's been three days since I arrived! Crazy!

But of course, I love them. My grandmother loves to shop... for me!!! Even though she prefers discount stores, she brought me to Macy's and told me to get a pair of pants and blouse... which I did, of course!

It's natural for a grandma to dote on her apos. I have a special bond with her, being her first grandchild. I'm also the luckiest one since I got to spend more time with her before she migrated her. I'm also named after her... well, at least half of it.

Monday, June 06, 2005

Cold in San Francisco

Finally here in San Francisco. Arrived here last night around 7pm. Had big slab of ribs for dinner at Sizzler's after and spent the rest of the time in a high school party in school. Waited for one of my cousins... as usual... her friends think I was also just a high school student! Stroke my ego! Today we went to mass, my other cousin was the server. And then had lunch at Fuddruckers. Some sort of burger resto but with arcade inside. Reminds me of Friday's only more fun. Hmmm... the entrepreneur inside me of course wondered how much it costs to franchise it! The rest of the day was spent going around Daly City. Right now I'm waiting for dinner... Igado... an Ilocano dish! One of my faves actually.

The next few days I'll be visiting my relatives in the other side of San Francisco. My Grandma will pick me up. And being her first and most adorable grandchild... she will take me shopping!

Well... more travel stories in the next few days...

Saturday, June 04, 2005


I should've been in Cologne right now, waiting for my flight to Copenhagen. Instead, tonight, I will be flying to San Francisco. Well, I shouldn't really be complaining. At least I'm still traveling. Next week I have a flight to Toronto where I'll be staying for a month before moving on to St. Louis.

Although I won't be having the big adventure with Alisa in Europe, maybe I can find my own adventure wherever I'll go. After all, this won't just be a simple trip for me since I'm also hoping to find a job in Canada or US.

Alisa and I promised to each other that we will still travel together... we're hoping to visit Rahul in India.

I haven't started my trip and I'm already planning another one!

See you all in August!

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Season Finale

The wonders of technology keeps me up to date with my favorite tv shows.

I just finished watching the season finale of The OC... death in the Cohen family... alcohol addiction... secrets revealed... and lastly, brothers trying to kill each other.

I also saw the season finale of CSI:Las Vegas... one of the agents will be buried alive. The others will try to solve the clues the killer left behind to find him.

Two months in Canada and US. I will be a certified couch potato for sure!

Saturday, May 28, 2005

That's hot!

Things that make you go mmmm... Posted by Hello

When you're in the company of men... wait, let me rephrase that. When you're in the company of boys, be ready to talk about porn and basketball.

So last night, in another 4J get together, I wasn't surprised when the subject of the Paris Hilton's Carl's Junior commercial came up.

I understand why they we're so fascinated. She was after all washing a Bentley in a skimpy black bikini, soaping the car and her body, squeezing the sponge like there was no tomorrow while taking a bite of a burger.

I would've felt the same way if Ryan Reynolds did it too. Maybe not in a skimpy black bikini though. And I know I won't be the only one who'll enjoy watching it.

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Carrie Wins!!!

It's official, Carrie Underwood is the new American Idol.

The Country Chick beat the Rocker Dude.

Although I'm a huge Bo fan, I have to give snaps to Carrie. She was great last night which probably tipped the scale to her side.

It was also a good show and I had fun watching it with my cousins. Went to their place for the finale. My aunt cooked tons of food for us! So there we were... seating all over the living room watching American Idol. Placing bets on who was going to win. I was rooting for Bo but I knew Carrie was gonna take home the title.

Well, Bo is no loser anyway with that red convertible!

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Where's the silver lining???

All the planning me and Alisa have done for the past several months came crumbling down the other day. Having been denied visa by the German embassy, my Eurotrip is now cancelled. Poor Alisa now has to work around her tickets which she bought already for the first few legs. Well, having traveled extensively since I was ten, getting rejected never crossed our minds. It really came as a shock to me coz being a brat, I'm used to getting what I want otherwise I just throw a huge BF (bitch fit) and eventually I'll get it. But this is non-negotiable... so, I'm just having a BF right now.

Plan B for me is to go to Canada or US earlier. What else is there to do anyway? I'll just get even more depressed cooped up here at home. And my present financial situation prevents me from doing retail therapy.

1. Drink German beers
2. Eat Danish pastries
3. Party in Stockholm where the sun sets after midnight
4. Shop at Mango and Zara in Madrid
5. Shout at the top of my lungs... Viva Espanya! once I arrive in Spain
6. Sit outside a French cafe
7. See Eiffel Tower
8. Visit the Vatican and see Pope John Paul II's tomb.
9. Buy Italian shoes in Italy
10. Wear my trendy coats

1. Catch the Batmas Begins, Fantastic Four, and War of the Worlds
2. Become Ninang to my niece who I'll see for the
3. Get harassed traveling with mom and dad
4. Shop at H&M, Old Navy, and Gap (I'm cheap... what can I say?!)

I better find some new, exotic place to visit there. I really feel bad right now but I just keep on telling myself there's probably a VERY, VERY, VERY, VERY good reason this happened. Or else...

C: i'm just thinking it's a sign... baka something better is out there for us
C: kse kung wala... PUCHANG 'NANG YAN!!! BAD TRIP TALAGA!!!
A: let's just make do with what God has given us... we never know, there may be a silver lining in this cloud
A: but i don't care about the silver lining... i just wanna travel with a friend!!!

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Need Prozac... NOW!!!

Those schmucking Germans! (Sorry Alex... Stefan...)

Ruined our plans totally!

Lord... don't care if I don't go to Canada and US... just let me see Europe!!!

Enough said. I'll just crawl in my hole and wallow in my depression.

Monday, May 23, 2005


I would like to congratulate Tini for getting accepted to the Masters in Development Management program of AIM and most of all... for being granted the Asian Development Bank scholarship for MDM this school year.

Intuition told me he'll get in AIM and get the scholarship. I was right!

So proud of you! I told you being thirty is just the beginning of bigger and greater things. I'm gonna say to you what each AIMer should keep in their hearts... Study hard, party harder!!!

Bonding Session

My family's idea of bonding every sunday is to pamper ourselves at home. Too lazy to drive anywhere, we have everybody else come over to our house instead. The day begins when the parlor lady arrives. She gives us foot scrubs, manicures, pedicures, and hot oils. Then by afternoon the derma comes with her machines and gives us facials and diamond peels. We finish the day with a massage from a blind masseuse.

My mom is so into this that she has all the equipment! We have the foot spa thingie and massage table too. I think she's also planning to buy a laser or something.

I enjoy it coz it's free for me. But I still don't let just anybody touch my hair. I still go to my favorite hairdresser to have a haircut. And I still go to my favorite waxing salon for my Brazilian. I need gentle hands for that!

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Ssshhhh... it's a secret!

A couple of weeks ago, one of my AIM classmates told me about a blog called PostSecret (it's also linked below). The basic idea of the blog is to share your deepest and darkest secrets anonymously. People all over the world would send their secrets in a postcard and it would get posted on this site. Some are pretty funny, like some stupid stuff people did... some are sexual in nature... some are more poignant... but all are nice to read.

What secrets would YOU share????

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Charmed on my butt...

... well, maybe a few inches higher. I'm so bored right now I'm thinking of putting a tattoo on my lower back. I want the triquetra sign from the series Charmed.

Good thing I'm broke or else I would've done it already! I know a really good tattoo artist too. He did my belly ring.

This is what boredom does to you people!!!

Whattya think?!

Triquetra... can you imagine this on me?! Posted by Hello

Monday, May 16, 2005

My Babies Bit Me!

As a dog-lover, I always took for granted the possibility of getting bitten by a dog. Specially my own dogs! Well, Missy and her daughter KJ were playing, biting each other, while I was entering our house. I don't know which one of them did it but I felt a sharp pain on my ankle. When I looked, thinking it was just a scratch, there were two teeth scratches an inch long each! I was bleeding! I showed our maid and we cleaned it up with soap and alcohol. She also rubbed garlic... a home remedy from the province. Well, I didn't mind. I'd rather smell like sauteed veggies than get infection! When my parents got home I told my dad and he kinda panicked and called their company doctor. She suggested for me to have it checked and get anti-tetanus and anti-rabies shots. She warned us that depending on the gravity of the bite, the anti-rabies can be very expensive since it's a series of shots. I could just get the anti-tetanus only if it doesn't seem so bad.

After dinner, me and my mom drove to the nearby doctor. He said he'd feel a lot better if I had the anti-rabies too. We didn't know which of the dogs actually bit me. Although Missy had all her shots, KJ haven't had any. If I did have rabies, it might be too late to stop it. So tonight, my butt had two shots, both the anti-tetanus and the anti-rabies. I will have two more in the next few days. He also said that we'll just do three shots since the bites are far from vital organs and not really deep. And if after the three shots the dog that bit me is still alive, then I don't have to worry. Wow, that's such a comfort for me! I'm under observation... along with my dogs... for the next ten days.

I don't know why these things keep on happening to me! I mean... first the shingles and then this! I walk like a duck, I can't sit properly and have to sleep on my tummy. They probably think I'm so bony they'd rather give shots on my bum than on my arm!

Still love my babies though!

Just Visiting

I'm in school right now. I was suppose to meet one of our professors but he had to do something and cancelled. Instead of going somewhere else, I decided to spend a few minutes wandering around the campus. The last time I was here was during the graduation practice. There were a few classmates hanging out by the zen then. Now, looking through the glass in the library, I can't see any. Eventually the familiar faces of students will slowly diminish as new students come in next month. Until the time comes when the only people who will remember me every time I visit will be the secretaries or the guards that will ask for my ID when they never did before.

An old friend said that there are some places... and I guess some people too, that when you say goodbye to, you know deep inside that you're never going to see again. There are goodbyes that are forever, permanent, even if you know they're just out there... in India or Vietnam. We will valiantly try to keep in touch, putting up an eGroup and leaving messages in their blogs until we'll all be too caught up with our lives.

I didn't want to believe this. But I guess, it's true. Because I know there are some classmates that I'll never see again. Not that I don't want to, but because life is like that.

Life will happen to all of us.

Friday, May 13, 2005

Celebrity Thoughts

I ran across my friend's blog and she has links to celebrities' blogs. I scanned through them and I was impressed! I've always underestimated people in showbiz. I always think they're flighty people with nothing between their ears. Maybe bad to generalize. Glad to be proven wrong by these people.

I enjoyed reading Jim Paredes' blog. He has an entry there about his son Mio. It always gets me when a father talks about his children with pride. His daughter Ala also has a blog. She posted some of her artworks too. Again... impressed. But I guess I shouldn't be... this family after all went to Ateneo. Hah!

I also ran across Paula Paralejo and Lucky Manzano's blogs. Lucky has a lot of poetries there. Pretty good too.

Apparently this blogging thing is REALLY contagious.

My Chocolate dream melts... Part Deux

I won't attempt to make guys understand the importance of a warehouse sale...

It's a different level of sale.

It cannot be compared to a mall sale.

I won't even attempt to make guys understand the importance of finding the right pair of jeans that hugs our butts a certain way. Or flares a certain way. Or rides our hips a certain way.

So being depressed because I can't go to this sale is perfectly acceptable.

I'm so depressed I think I need a cigarette!

Thursday, May 12, 2005

My Chocolate dream melts...

The Chocolate wharehouse sale is tomorrow and I'm getting depressed coz I've been waiting months for it but I can't afford to buy anything coz I'm broke. And I've reached my quota on my mom's credit card. Even reached my quota on MY credit card.

Those Mink jeans really made my butt look good.

This is one of those moments I wish I was working.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005


Do you wanna run away together?'
I would say it was your best line ever.
Too bad I fell for it...
And I walked along,
Waiting for you to come along.
Take my tortured heart by the hand.
And write me off.

Do you know I cry?
Do you know I die?
Do you know I cry?
And it's not the good kind...

You forced me to become strong.
And I just cried, being weak.
And you think you know.
And I would like to think so,
But do you know that when you go,
I fall apart.

Do you know I cry?
Do you know I die?
Do you know I cry?
And it's not the good kind.
No, it's not the good kind...

I'm tired of hiding behind these lying eyes,
I'm tired of this smile that even I don't recognize.

Do you know I cry?
Do you know I die?
Do you know I cry?
Do you know I cry?
And it's not the good kind...

Do you know I cry?
Do you know I die?
Do you know I cry?
Do you know I cry?
And it's not the good kind...
No, you're not the good kind.
Good kind
No, you're not the good kind.
Good kind
No, you're not the good kind.

Monday, May 09, 2005

The heaven is crying tonight...

... and its making me so happy. I immediately ran out to my terrace and listened as the first minutes of rain fell. Not that I'd want the summer season to finally end. But the sound and smell of rain always reminded me of my childhood... playing in the rain, eating champorado, and just simply staying in my room tucked in bed with a trashy romance novel to keep me company.

It makes me think of the heaven washing away all the dirt and grime in the world. A feeling of hope that eventually, everything will be okay.

Or the souls of heartbroken godesses crying for their lost love. And the only thing they could do was weep.

It's been an hour and the rain hasn't stopped yet. I think I'm finally going to sleep well tonight.

The Devil Wears Prada...

Ever since my six-year relationship ended the first time, I can count in one hand the times I've gone to mass. During the troubling times of our break up, Tini found solace in his faith. And I think, I lost mine. Even when we weren't together anymore, Tini would encourage me to go to mass, either with him or alone. I always found an excuse not to go. But the more he tried to convince me to go, the more I didn't want to.

Typical me... the more I'm pushed... the more I pull away.

But I was never a religious person to begin with. I found my own style of praying, of worshipping, of being one of Him.

I want to go to mass because my heart is answering His call.

I want to go to mass because I want to.

I will go to mass again... but in my own time. For me, praying is more spiritual than religious. I'd feel even worse going to mass without my heart in it. But I think I'm slowly finding my way back. Surprisingly, it's because of Tini. Maybe working on being at peace with each other helps.

I was talking to a friend about how much we admire people who have so much passion in their faith... I told her we have the same level of passion only on clothes, make up, and boys...

C: we're probably be going straight to hell... pero fashionable nga lang!
A: tayo yung bound to hell girls in LV bag, Burberry coats, and etc etc


Lately I've been chatting with a friend of mine from grad school. It's probably because we have nothing else to do at the moment that we go online the same time... which is most of the time. We never really had talk-talks. I didn't hang out with her as often as I did with others. But whenever we did find ourselves in the zen talking to each other, it was always about something deep, existential, or even philosophical. It was mostly about life.

It's no different now. We just do it online. Buzzing each other in messenger or reading each others' blog.

It's comforting to talk to someone who knows how you feel and understands where you're coming from.

It's just another Zen after all.

Sunday, May 08, 2005

UNTIL I GET OVER YOU - Christina Milian

A friend of mine said goodbye to a special friend a few days ago. I know she's been feeling out of sorts about it. Maybe it was serendipity but I heard this song and remembered her.

Woke up today thinking of you
Another night that I made my way through
So many dreams still left in my mind
But they can never come true
I press rewind and remember when
I close my eyes and I’m with you again
But in the end I can still feel the pain ­ every time I hear your name

The sun won’t shine since you went away
Seems like the rain’s falling every day
There’s just one heart, where there once was two
But that’s the way it’s gotta be, ‘til I get over you…

Walked through the park, in the evening air
I heard a voice and I thought you were there
I run away but I just can’t escape
Memories of you everywhere
They say that time will dry the tears
But true love burns for a thousand years
Give my tomorrows for one yesterday
Just to know that I could have you here

When will this river of tears stop fallin’
Where can I run so I won’t feel alone
Can’t walk away when the pain keeps callin’
I’ve just gotta take it from here on my own
But it’s so hard to let go

Friday, May 06, 2005

My so-called Life

I'm getting fat.

I can hear my friends say "Ano ka ba, Conci?!"

But I am. And why not? My daily schedule is pretty much like this...

800-900 I wake up during this time. I spend a couple of minutes in bed trying to go back to sleep.

900 I go online while watching t.v. Check emails and my friends' blogs and photosites.

930 Press intercom on my phone and call the maid. "What's for breakfast?" Typical meal is spicy pancit canton, two pieces of chicken hotdog, one soft boiled egg, and a glass of ice tea.

1100 Press intercom on my phone and ask for morning snack next. Typical snack is chocolate chip cookies and coke. Still online and still watching t.v.

1200-1230 Press intercom on my phone and ask for lunch.

1500 Press intercom on my phone and ask for afternoon snack. Typical snack is chips and coke. Still online and still watching t.v.

1800 Pretentiously checking around the house. Ask what's there for dinner.

1900-2000 Dinner. Sometimes with family.

2100-200 sometimes till 500 I stay online chatting with Alisa.

Other than getting fat... I'm getting really bored. Poor me. Tough life!

One week down... three more to go before anything exciting happens to me.

p.s. After writing this entry, I went to the gym. Hoping to burn some calories. An hour later... I went to Pizza Hut. Sigh!

Thursday, May 05, 2005

MBA 2005 Graduation Speech of Ms. Kathy Ponce

This speech was given last May 1, 2005 at our graduation ceremony. Ms. Kathy Ponce was chosen to render the speech in behalf of our class. I am proud of her, she has always been a good speaker, a writer who pulls words deep from her heart, and a loving person to all of us. The speech encompassess everybody's sentiments on our journey in AIM.

I’m not the top notcher of the batch if a lot you are wondering. Neither am I a class officer or an informal leader. I am just someone who remembers. Remembers seventy-five lives that have come across each other 2 years ago.

Where were we all then? As far as I can remember we were all itching to get into our respective seats. Quite irritated that we were such a humungous class. We all managed to fit in one classroom and give each other enough talk time until we discussed the case dry. We all wanted to edge each other on but at the same time we didn’t want to turn up the heat, so instead, we just turned up the volume as we battled our way through cases and presentations as amicably as we could. Some of us worried about how we were going to get air time with 75 hands flailing in the air. Some of us worried about how we’ll make it to the dean’s list. Some of us worried about how we will ever survive at all. Little did we really wonder about where the whole journey will take us. How our lives will be changed because of this boot camp.

Then we stopped worrying and just started living each day. We stopped counting how many times we CP-ed and how many times others challenged what we had to say. We stopped hanging out the classroom to flock around the professor thinking what we say outside the classroom will just be as valuable to him and maybe influence our grades a little. We stopped judging and complaining about our can groups and started working. Doing. We stopped criticizing others’ opinions and just started listening.

The tensions that were borne from pressures to excel and survive eased as we succumbed to it. To the stretching. To the bending. We no longer resisted. We had no choice. We were stuck with each for this 2 year journey.

When you are stuck with people for a long time, you find it difficult at first. You find it tedious. You find it such a task. Even more of task than all the pages you had to read till the wee hours of morning. But suddenly, something happens. Throughout all the rigor of work. Throughout all the beating and pounding of academic discipline. Something happens. Professor Manikan might call it grace. Grace coming from the power of the Universe that I call God. Professor Morato might call it a heuristic moment. The Moment when we allow ourselves to be lost in a situation so we can find out what it means. MBA gives many terms to define experiences, scenarios, problems. One thing I learned from Professor Gavino was to define something with just one word. So what happened? What happened to us? I’d call it rebirth.

Kept in a womb longer than needed…but somehow necessary. Necessary so that we come out the way we have been destined to be. Inside this womb we have been stretched and bent not only academically but also physically, mentally, a few can attest even psychologically…and for myself…spiritually. Little did we know that all the stretching and the bending and the pressing were actually what nurtured us and brought us where we are today.

I have seen each person in our class grow. I have seen some of you cry. Seen some of you in a fit. Seen most of you drunk. And just the same way I saw all of you then, sitting by the Zen or hurriedly rushing to class…I see all of you now. From up here. Different. Beaming. Accomplished. Proud.Like a troop of soldiers that have just won victory. But it’s not a victory of grades or any academic feat. It’s a victory we have won against the limits we have set for ourselves.

And that is what AIM, has done. We may have had a lot of issues. A lot of politics. A lot of debates about what makes our stay here good or even worth the money. But, we cannot deny, that we leave this place changed. Because of how hard we have been pressed. How hard we have been pruned. How hard we have been purged. How hard we have been polished. And for this we have our professors to be thankful for. Who have taught us that the strategy in life is not simply about our ideals, our thoughts or dreams. It’s how we implement them, how we carry them out, how we make them real.

And we cannot deny that we leave this place changed because of each other. Most of us have left and are not able to join us today. It is sad. But like we all got into this together. We may not end this together…but we remember it together. That’s why we have this moment today to remember everything we have gone through. To be grateful for each one around us before our memories fade into gray.

And so, I end this with an act of remembrance…to MBA Batch 2005.

We made it. For those who are not with us, we chant for you the last hurrah. Through it all we have lost and we have gained. But most of all we have changed. We had our fights. We had our misfortunes. But we also had our victories and our parties that got our hearts pumping and our feet thumping until all lines drawn around each other in the case room and the halls are gone. This is what we are. This is what we do. We dance.

We dance to the rhythm of the clock in the dorm. Or the sound of our can groups beckoning. We dance to the patter of the keyboard. Or the footsteps rushing down the stairs. We dance to the chug-a-lug of the bottle. Or the puffs of smoke that wade through the garden of Zen. We dance through a streamline of thoughts in a discussion. Or the blinking of the cursor on the screen. We have danced to the same rhythm of this journey. Always catching up in time. Saving quick side steps here and there but never missing a beat.

Now, we have reached the end and there is no rewind nor replay. There is only forward. We have kept up with the count and our steps are almost in sync. Now as we do this last dance of marching out to claim our destinies, let’s always keep the beat in mind, our feet in step, our hearts in harmony, to the same rhythm that kept us going. The same rhythm that has carried us through the hallowed halls of AIM will carry us through the rest of our lives.

And when the patterns of life changes the beat, let us not fall short, let us not give up, let us always remember that after every pounding, every pressing, that has gone through our brains and our bodies…the spirit of this boot camp will whisper a thumping and we’ll hear the clicking of footsteps in our memories…and we’ll remember that at the end of every endeavor is another victory, another party, another dance, where we will all celebrate the making of our lives…simply waiting for us in another Zen.

Wednesday, May 04, 2005


This letter was taken from the Lifestyle section of The topic was mostly about love. Alisa was actually the one who told me to check it out. There were lots of stories about different kinds of love. This is one of my favorites. I hope the recepient and the sender won't mind me putting it here in my blog. It's just so moving I had to share it. And this letter was written by the guy!

Dear Ophelia,

Goodbye, I think, is one of the hardest words to say. It is because, I think, of the memories we attach to it. In my goodbye, I attach memories of my friends, my family. I see fleeting pictures of faces and places that have had a place in my life. If it so happens that I am gone for a long time, then I will miss them. But of all that I leave behind it is you I will miss the most.

With you, I remember a host of things. I remember laughing with you and I remember crying with you. I remember useless arguments and I remember our tender moments together. I can still feel your kisses on my face. But what I remember most is how I'd come to you when I'm exhausted and find rest in your arms.

It hurts me that I have to leave, and I never even thought that it was me who'd leave. Didn't I always maintain that I want to live and die in the Philippines? Isn't it funny how life works? Funny, sure, but it hurts all the same.

I've said that only time and distance separates us when I leave, and I still believe it. What scares me is all the unknown factors that will arise when we're apart. I love you, and I want to be with you again. But what if fate is against us? What if March 3 is the last time I'll hold you? As much as I fight against it, there is a chance of that happening, and I must accept it.

All in all, I'm glad that you've been a part of my life, and honored to have been a part of yours. People say that only when you are in love are you truly alive. Well, I guess I've never been more alive than these past two years. These past two years have been sweet and would have been sweeter still, had we the time.

I've been searching for words to tell you how I feel for the past few days, and was surprised to find it in a song. It goes like this:

Maybe I didn't treat you, quite as good as I should have

And maybe I didn't love you, quite as often as I could have

Little things I should have said and done, I just never had the time

But you were always on my mind

Mr. Presley will have to forgive me if I take these words as my own, but they seem to fit me so well.

I'm sorry, baby, that I couldn't give you more. That I couldn't spend more time with you. I feel like I didn't show you my love as often enough. But like the song, you were always on my mind.
In closing, I'd like you to close your eyes as I kiss you goodnight (Mwah!).

There are no monsters, baby, for I've scared them all away (shoo mawnstews!).

And don't worry, everything will be all right.

And, yes, I will come back.

I love you, baby.

Yours always,
Dominic :)


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