0 friggin' new year!

yeah! it's friggin 2008 already! so what is in store for this year? (this year is my year... RAT!!!)

i just hope I can stay as tough or even tougher...

to all my homies: keep on rockin'!

signing on 2008...

0 Feliz año nuevo!

Have a prosperous New Year y'all!

0 sadness from within there is...

Am missing a lot of people lately, people whom I used to laugh and share jokes with. I really hate the feeling of being alone and take for granted. It kills me whenever I miss someone yet I know the timing isn't right. I almost cried a tear at the MRT early today anticipating that I'll be seeing people dear to me ... but reality bites, still, it's me myself and I.

I pray that for this year, this will be the final blow of loneliness. And if I could just make a wish... I'd highly appreciate a line or two informing me that hey am still alive and kickin' ass.

:'(

0 Post Christmas drama

what have transpired during the 25th:

~won some moolah from that crazy "upo, tayo" game
~laughed my ass out while watching my cousins made a fool of themselves playing that game of aiming the bbq stick tied around the waist inside 5 soft drink bottles
~got dario (the squirrel mobile pouch from kaye), a green tea hand wash from czarina,
~had tequila session with, still, my cousins... (after all, bringing carrying it on my back for hours was worth it. my crazy kuya even called me manager after giving them the bottle... crazy guy, i guess he already was too drunk)
~gave presents to my adorable pamangkins, took pictures of them, played a little habulan that unfolds the inner child in me... (i just love it when they kiss you after receiving their presents... unfortunately, it will also leave some saliva marks on your cheeks... but it was all great)

0 hAppY hOLidaYs

Before I wrap things up and head home to my dear motha...

Lemme greet all my homies...

Merry Christmas!

1 Ang bus nga naman...

Lunes, pagkatapos ng mahabang araw sa opisina,sumama akong maghapunan sa aking mga ka-opisina. Sarap ng kain, sarap ng kwentuhan, pare-pareho naming di namalayang dis-oras na pala ng gabi. At sa pagbaba ng aking ka-opisina sa Boni nagsimula ang lahat...

Bumaba ako ng Shaw, naghanda sa pag-aabang sa bus na pa-Malinta Exit. sumilong ako sa waiting shed, at habang naghihintay, nilibang ko ang aking sarili sa pakikinig sa programa ni King DJ Logan. Ninamnam ko ang bawat kanta habang matamaang inaabangan ang pagdating ng bus. Lumipas ang mga minuto, dumaan ang kung may ilang bus ngunit wala pa rin ang aking pinakaiintay. Siguro nga'y pinagtatawanan na ako ni ateng nagtitinda ng yosi't kendi dahil sa dami ng dumaan, matiyaga pa rin akong naghintay. Nagpalakad-lakad, nagpabalik-balik, ngunit bigo pa rin akong makasakay. Alam kong magmamadaling araw na, malapit na ring matapos ang programa ni KDL, ngunit andoon pa rin ako, naghihintay. Umusal ako ng panalangin ... ngunit ako'y bigo. Hanggang sa may samu't saring diwang biglang nagsalimbayan sa aking isip.

Bigla na lang sumagi sa aking pagal na kasipan, ang paghihintay pala ng bus ay parang pag-ibig. Oo, alam ko nakakatawa. Pero isipin mo, di ba naghihintay ka rin? Nagbabakasakaling baka may dumating. Pag may dumating, minsan magiging isang maligayang karanasan ito at makakarating ka ng matiwasay sa iyong patutunguhan. Maaari ka rin namang matatagtag sa masalimuot na mga daan. Minsan, pwede kang pumili, minsan naman, sa tumal ng pagdaan nila, nagkakasya ka na lang sa kahit anong dumaan. O dili kaya, katulad ng nangyari sa akin ng gabing yun, sumuko na ko't sumakay sa ibang biyahe sa tagal ng paghihintay.

Ang nangyari saki'y isang mahabang paghihintay na may kalakip na pag-asa't panalangin na may daraan pa. Isang bus na ihahatid ako ng diretso sa aking patutunguhan. Oo, may dumaan, Malinta exit, pero hanggang doon lang, at hindi sa dapat kong patunguhan.

Minsan maiisip mo, sayang ang panahon ng paghihintay, paghihintay na ang dinulot ay sakit sa binti at paltos sa paa. Sanay hindi ka na umasang may darating pang byahe ... pero sa mga pangyayaring tulad noon, dun ka matututo. Yun ang huhubog sa iyo para sa susunod, alam mo ng gagawin.

At ng matapos ang isang oras na paghihintay at isa't kalahating oras na biyahe, nakarating na rin ako ng matiwasay sa aming tahanan.

0 weLcOmE darLo

I know its a bit late, but I just wanna say that having darLo around is good... :) and december 8 will always be memorable. darLo will stay, that's for sure... darLo makes my life rock and never fails to keep me connected... wait... curious about darLo? all I can say is that darLo's special...

If I find time to upload darLo's pic, I'll be happy to post one... ;)

ciao!


this is darL0:

0 Waiting for the lift

Elevator was jam packed early today ... took forever to get to the 41st floor unlike in this one (ooppsss, R-18 for this photo)

And while I pray that the elevator would stop straight at the 41st floor, ironically, it did not. It have to stop at each floor. :(

0 at the end of the rainbow, there's a pot of gold

Last week was a total disaster. I lost my dear phone on Tuesday. (MRT sucks, really) Some android from outer space tried invading my privy life... (sorry, am way too sober now) and somehow I get way out of budget... (lost some moolah there...)

But hell would I be bothered?

Sure I miss my phone, it's the first brand new mobile I bought out of my paycheck, and I miss the songs saved on the MP3...
however...

My friend's mom just proposed last Friday that I use her card to buy a new freakin' phone. How's that for a Christmas present? Who wouldn't be motivated to work with that kind of reward. Am also planning to grab as much Starbucks coffee as I can so that I'll be able to redeem my planner. Yahoo!

And though I know it would be a tough Monday, I still attended the Grand Marian procession Sunday and danced my ass, clapped and shouted "Sa Birhen!" together with almost every Pakileño and my dear bro and mom, who just like, me invaded the streets of Intramuros and offering prayers and hopes to our Lady of Sorrows or known to my native town as Birhen ng Turumba. (by the way, it was mom's birthday too, so I had to offer extra wishes and prayers for her. )

And the best of this week is yet to come...

~moolah on Friday
~drinking marathon aka get together with my college blockmates to cap off the week
~shopping for my new Phone...

Can't wait! :)

Ahuh

A Tribute To The Bridge…
March 23, 2006
This goes out to the ones who were faithful to their partners. Those who loved them with all that they can. To the ones who cared for their partner. To those who gave everything to them until the very end, and sometimes beyond that. To those who insisted that they are the most beautiful person in the whole world, even though they say otherwise. The person who instilled confidence where was none. To individuals who filled the void of emptiness in their hearts and yet in the very end, their partners would say, “I’m not good enough for you.” “It didn’t work out” and followed by the words “I’ve found someone new.”

To the ones who were left broken hearted but kept their head high. To the ones who made their former partners a better person to be with. A tribute goes out to the people who became the bridge for someone else. To the ones who thanked for being to “perfect” and was wished that someone better would come along. Someone, who was better than them, was assured would come along. Yet, the bridge returns to the cycle of being who they are.

This tribute goes out to those who could only hope that their current relationship would end like they planned and that for their dreams to be fulfilled.
Someone else better will come along. we could only hope and wish.

How ironic? Would you believe that I got this post from someone whom little did the person knew that he has done the same thing...Now I realize, wheels do turn...bad news though, I was the one at the receiving end... :(

1 My Birthdate Means:

Your Birthdate: January 31

You're a pretty traditional person. If it's lasted, it's probably good. You seek stability - both in your career and your romantic relationship. In return, you're very loyal and predictable. Which is usually a good thing. Without a partner, you feel lost. Being with someone is very important to you. Your strength: Your dependability Your weakness: You hate being alone Your power color: Midnight blue Your power symbol: Shell Your power month: April

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

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0 Smoke and Vodka

"In times of uber depression, have a little puff and a little drink to ease the pain, feign laughter and hide miseries..."
It is not an addiction, it's something I cling to whenever am down in the dumps.
My friends know me better. I do not smoke just for the fun of it, but to alleviate and release the pains and anxieties that I have inside that words can not describe.

1 Making a Baby

Got this one from a friend (maybe she sent it knowing that I really wanna have a kid of my own...)

MAKING A BABY...

There is not one dirty word in it, and it is funny.

The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to
use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day
the proxy father was to arrive, Mr.Smith kissed his wife
goodbye and said, "Well, I'm off now. The man should be
here soon."

Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby
photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make
a sale. "Good morning,Ma'am", he said, "I've come to..."

"Oh, no need to explain,"Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed,
"I've been expecting you."

"Have you really?" said the photographer. "Well, that's
good. Did you know babies are my specialty?"

"Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come
in and have a seat".

After a moment she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we
start?"

"Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub,
one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And
sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really
spread out there."

"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out
for Harry and me!"

"Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every
time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot
from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with
the results."

"My, that's a lot!" gasped Mrs. Smith.

"Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd
love to be in and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd
be disappointed with that."

"Don't I know it," said Mrs. Smith quietly.

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a
portfolio of his baby pictures. "This was done on the top
of a bus," he said.

"Oh, my God!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.

"And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when
you consider their mother was so difficult to work with."

"She was difficult?" asked Mrs.Smith.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park
to get the job done right. People were crowding around
four and five deep to get a good look"

"Four and five deep?" said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with
amazement.

"Yes", the photographer replied. "And for more than three
hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling
- I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached

I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began
nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in."

Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "Do you mean they actually
chewed on your, uh...equipment?"

"It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up
my tripod and we can get to work right away."

"Tripod ?"

"Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on.
It's much too big to be held in the hand very long.

Mrs. Smith fainted!!

1 I

And then it was just me and I…

Awake. Counting sheep. Thinking endless thoughts and racing with words running in my head crazily that I just can’t figure out what to say.

Sometimes I wish I know how to hate, know how to scream and to get mad. Guess what, I only know how to cry, to keep silent and painstakingly handle pain.

And just when I thought I can smile… then again I was wrong.

0 Noah's Ark

I sat
Hyped
In this ride

I am seeing
From this square frame
Portraits of the outside life

A man selling dailies
A kid with jasmine leis
A mother with a kid
All for the grace of a dime

And even inside the confines
Of this four-wheeled coffin
Still are sights to behold.

The pilot blowing his horn
Road his home; memorized
Bottlenecking

His co-pilot
Nails long; hands gripping his coins tightly
Keenly looking for Judas not pay

The lady in black,
Rows ahead of me
Surrendered in the deep
Undisturbed of pits and hard breaks

A baby wails in unison with the croaky FM music
But the sounds turned indistinct
When the box started to fly

Different faces at stream
Studious, oblivious, but mostly religious
Calling out His name, of martyrs and saints
Offering their lives bound into the unknown

Minutes more
I
Sighed in relief

Espela the bus went
Thanks to the HighestRed letter day is still mine.

0 Stuck

stuck in this abyss
my solitude disturbed
you came to say hello
the moonlight saw the love that was in our eyes...
a promise we made, sealed with loving kisses...
'twas sweet, 'twas forever.
gone is the blue moon
end of the line
was where I am left
your eyes spoke eternity no more
torn was i
living in a lie
passion was gone
our mess undone
to pick the pieces would mean rekindling lies
stay i want, while this heart dies...
what you call this heart of mine
dumb? vulnerable?
definitely, one thing i know
stuck
for feeling this
for loving
for assuming your mine...

0 Here I Am

I am now trying to start my life all over again. Thank God I already landed in a job that I will never stop me from learning. Okay, so am not yet working in a magazine rubbing elbows with hot celebs...but with a boss who is SOMEONE over the land of milk and honey is big deal. Plus I have cool office buddies, an office location towering the business district, the bay and is close to "heaven." Yes I still follow my own bundy clock (my boss will kill me for this...)

In weeks time, am going back to the portals of my Alma Mater, contemplating the works of Em Griffin and his colleagues as I venture the world of Masters in Communication. Kewl!

Still, am the same old providing daughter (bwahahaha!) who is a coffee addict, a rascal and someone who enjoys freedom. Though am still tied into some emotional tangles, I know I'll get by.

And maybe, make this blogging a habit... this seems to be fun...

One day, am gonna sit my ass, gather my thoughts and succumb to the hopeless romantic in me by publishing mushy, gooey stories. (hey, I miss that...)