Musings of wanderella

2009-06-09T03:18:00.001+08:00

My dear Patrick,I love it when we watch the same TV show even though we're apart.I love our regular Tuesday-Friday-Saturday dates and all the "just because" dates in between.I love it when you try to understand me when I'm being mean to you.I love it when we eat out and try to prove that good food doesn't have to be expensive. When I look at you I see my future, my dream house, my kids.I go crazy

2009-06-07T22:05:00.001+08:00

There's a big dream that I want to fulfill this year (or maybe early next year). One that will take me away from Pat for awhile. I think I need this time away to reassure myself that we're still two separate people growing together. I'm becoming too dependent to him for our own good.

2009-04-09T22:21:00.002+08:00

I witnessed the day Metos received her wheelchair. I was in Bacolod for the nationwide launch of Inquirer Read-Along.She was having her lunch when her donor arrived with it. She hid her face behind her mother's arms because she started to cry in earnest. Then, she was all smiles when she was seated for the first time in its leather seats and aluminum frame.A few minutes earlier she was

2009-03-31T04:43:00.002+08:00

No love for the dog-eatersI noticed a thin white dog with black spots outside our house four days ago. He stayed under the shade of our car and it reminded of Purina's "They're homeless, not worthless" ad campaign. Back then, I thought that he was our neighbor's dog just wanting to explore the area.Two days later, I took Maia, Fifi, and Hunter for a ride on our tricycle (a bike with a

2009-03-05T16:23:00.001+08:00

Dear everyone,The Inquirer Read-Along will have a reading session at the Brgy. Bayan-Bayanan, Dinalupihan, Bataan for the 100 Aeta kids of the Ambal tribe on March 13, 2009, Friday. These kids are probably some of the most persevering students that you will ever know. Before a women’s group built a dormitory for them this year, they would walk on foot from the mountain for a couple of hours to

2009-02-16T03:09:00.001+08:00

Tagaytay's new secret gardenGourmet Farms have been in existence since in the early 90s but I think people are only starting to discover Gourmet Cafe lately. I went there for some lunch with my boyfriend and his uncle. His uncle had been away from the country for awhile and he wanted to eat something healthy. I only had two options for him: Sonya's Garden or Gourmet Cafe. Sonya's is one of my

2009-02-13T23:42:00.000+08:00

My Lakbayan grade is C+!How much of the Philippines have you visited? Find out at Lakbayan!Created by Eugene Villar.

2009-02-09T15:18:00.003+08:00

T for TastyA copy of what I wrote for TripAdvisor.T House is a fairly new establishment in Tagaytay—two years to be exact. My boyfriend and I decided to have our lunch there one Sunday afternoon. We found the resto easily because their site provided a map and the sign on the road. But we were told that a lot of people miss the sign completely. When we arrived, the receptionist at the front

2009-02-05T23:49:00.002+08:00

Dear future child,If you found this first note online, I suggest you rummage through my notebooks and look for the little notes and letters I've left you. It's a habit I've acquired since your Papa became my boyfriend. There's so many things I want to talk to you about. It's a cruel world out there but no matter what age you're in, always believe in happy endings. Why do you think we watch so

2009-02-05T00:00:00.009+08:00

Written on Feb 2, 2009 for Feb 1, 2009 My daisies of every colorHere's TWO usPat took me to lunch at T House in Tagaytay for our second anniversary. He bought me daisies of every color from a flower vendor by the roadside and we shared a bottle of cocktail wine. We were both in a very good mood, both proud of our two years together. He hugged me real tight and told me, "If for one reason or

2009-01-27T04:01:00.001+08:00

The unmaking of the birthday girlI had formed the nasty habit of staying up late and waking up early ever since the long holiday during the Christmas season. It's not like I don't try sleeping early, I just can't. I would toss and turn in my bed until one in the morning and then realize it's one in the morning and I am wide awake.This is usually the time when I know it's another lost battle and

2008-10-16T06:55:00.001+08:00

written on the morning of Oct. 15Would it be so bad if I wrote about Pat, again? Tonight, I went to Pam's party in Red Box and Beatles night in 70s Bistro. I held on to my phone for dear life because Pam's birthdays and the casualty of my cellphone-related disasters are existentially connected. After singing back to back to back Spice Girls songs with J and eating Jollibee’s chocolate eyes,

2008-08-05T06:49:00.000+08:00

Eighteen months together and I could still stay up until the wee hours of the morning just thinking about Patrick’s smiles and silly jokes. I still remember how his lips pressed on to mine for the first very time. I thought he had the softest lips and it felt good. I couldn’t believe that it took me 26 years to find the man I know my father would approve of. I spent the first few months of our

2008-05-25T01:12:00.002+08:00

How to properly kiss my grandma (and how to win over the rest of my family). An instruction of etiquette for Patrick when he attended our grand family reunion in Iloilo last May 17.1. Pucker up. Our family doesn’t go for half-baked kisses which you do when you brush your cheeks against the other person’s cheeks. When we kiss, we make the perfect “Ohs” with our mouths and when our lips touch

2008-03-26T04:12:00.002+08:00

To fight or run? One afternoon, I found myself sweeping my eyes across a room through a glass pane. A familiar figure caught my eye and I did exactly what my brain ordered me to do—run away. Gawd, I felt like a sissy for doing so. I haven’t stopped beating myself for it ever since. I know that I didn't have to afraid of a Shadow. I know that I have the right to be where I was. Yet, all my

2008-01-08T21:13:00.000+08:00

Mother of all disastersBrought my notebook to PC doctor in Greenbelt and I am notebook-less for the next five days… or the whole month if they need to order some new parts in the US. That sucks.I was in the middle of planning the itinerary of the Cagayan de Oro trip and I had five word windows open when the monitor became a blank screen. I rebooted for several times before I finally gave up and

2007-12-26T08:18:00.000+08:00

Goodbye 25If people can usually get away with giving me with just one gift for my birthday and Christmas, then I can get away with an 11-day late post. To share something of what I did the past year, I made a list.My 25 “that’s something” the past year. I think Sofia the Poodle is a lesbian. I caught her humping Maia the other day. This is the same dog who breastfed my kitten. I’m thinking of

2007-08-29T11:47:00.000+08:00

I watched “Paris Je T’aime”(a collection of 5-minute films about people finding and experiencing love in different forms, in unlikely places) with Pat. It made me wonder how our relationship will be portrayed if we were part of that film. Are we going to be the individuals who ran circles around each other for years, interacting with one another but never really seeing each other until that

2007-07-17T03:15:00.000+08:00

The universe just sent a message to me and Pat when one night we both dreamed about the same thing: Our <*gasp*> Wedding!That morning when I received his morning greetings and I replied with my own mandatory “I love you” and added a “by the way, I don’t mean to scare you off or anything but I dreamed we were getting hitched.”It took him a while to reply but when he did, he said that it was freaky

2007-06-27T00:18:00.000+08:00

The brother I never had I want to keep this memory forever—my cousin Arfie in my bedroom in the middle of the night chowing down half of my cheese, ham and mushroom omelet breakfast combo from Tropical Hut. In between spoonfuls we talk about careers and education and how often does he and his brother Alvin open cans of luncheon meat at night to pig out while every body else is sleeping. Halfway

2007-05-10T01:07:00.000+08:00

Because the bitch in me had to get outPat and I had another non-fight tonight. I term it as non-fight because we didn’t have a fight. It was more like I-stopped-talking-and-he-started-apologizing kind of thing. I got annoyed with him for a very shallow reason. He started saying sorry and with every word, my heart melted for him. But I never opened my mouth to tell him that it’s alright.

2007-04-25T12:12:00.000+08:00

Mean in spiritI opened my friendster account yesterday and saw that an ex-girlfriend of a college classmate wished to add me as a friend. I was really puzzled at this development because we never talked before, not even to acknowledge each other’s presence. I accepted it and opened her site after. I got really disturbed when I saw that below her photo (she was in her bikinis and boy, was she

2007-04-02T03:07:00.000+08:00

****Ha! This month was a whole lot better than the last. :D

2007-03-19T02:10:00.000+08:00

Food is the foundation of my relationship with Pat.During the retreat back in college, he knocked in our room with three other boys to beg for food. Just so the girls in the room would not accuse them of being a bunch of freeloaders, they performed a special number for us. They interpreted Code Red’s “What good is a heart?” through a dance.At the end of the performance, we were laughing so hard

2007-03-14T02:40:00.000+08:00

Self-pity, anyone? I’m a better reader than a writer. That’s why I can name plenty of people who can write better than me. When I chance upon a piece of work that makes my jaw drop, I want to cry like a baby, quit my job, and do something else for a living. ...Like flip burgers and fry fries in McDonald’s. Sometimes, I feel like my position in the paper is wasted on me. Don’t get me

2007-03-12T04:43:00.000+08:00

My life is no longer a telenovela.I don’t quite know how to answer my friends when they ask me how things are between me and Patrick. “Fine” is stale. “It’s wonderful!” is cliché. “I’m happy with him” is boring.I’m sure that they are perfectly willing to listen to my yakking how great things are but I don’t know where to start.Should I start by saying that Pat would fetch me from school every

2007-03-08T04:58:00.000+08:00

Where reality meets TVIt's 4 in the morning and I really should be getting some sleep but I'm too psyched about doing an interview with David and Mary, the coalminers of "The Amazing Race All-Stars." From now on, I'll be doing an interview and article for teams eliminated from the show until the end of the race. Which means I'll get to speak to Rob and Amber, Team Guido, Uchenna and Joyce,

2007-03-02T05:53:00.000+08:00

Love and praiseOne of the many reasons why my friendship with Pat flourished was because we always shared keema with eggplant and jokes and conversations with Norman.I remember the first time Norman ate at Mr. Kabab. Pat suggested that he try the shawarma plate because it’s the “safest” meal in the house. Norman hated it. He said that it feels weird eating shawarma with rice. Pat feeling guilty

2007-03-01T15:14:00.000+08:00

I never thought that thinking in terms of two instead of one would be hard work. I thought that when you find that someone you would want to spend the rest of your life with, you’d live happily ever after. But the past month made me strengthen my resolve to never let any of my offspring touch fairy tale books until they’re teenagers! All that nonsense about castles, crowns and gowns can be

2007-02-23T21:29:00.000+08:00

My Blogger’s back!Not that it was ever lost in the first place. Due to the fact that I have no patience in reading notices, I thought that my password got lost somewhere. I am very bad when it comes to passwords that at one time I asked our IT personnel for three consecutive days to reformat my computer--just because I have completely forgotten the word I entered as a password the day before.

2006-12-06T20:06:00.000+08:00

Jetski is the answer for my need for speed.I heard all horror stories about jetskis, no thanks to Pam. She used to tell us how she was told that it could cut a person in half.I was offered to drive one while I was in Cebu this weekend. The instructor showed me first how it’s done, then after one round, he asked to be off because he told me that “I had no problem with driving it.”He told me to

2006-12-05T19:54:00.000+08:00

It's the Ruth blockout.No news about me for awhile.

2006-11-29T18:30:00.000+08:00

If fighting for what you know is right would cause heartaches and problems for the people you love, would you still go on?A week ago, I would automatically say “yes, of course. There’s just no other way.” But things change, and you learn something about yourself that way.Let’s just say that I found myself in a horrible, horrible predicament last weekend in Iloilo. I was supposed to be there to

2006-11-21T20:31:00.000+08:00

What do I hate most about break-ups a year later?…When people ask me for the nth time what happened.That in itself is not so bad but the worst thing about it is when after instigating the whole conversation, people would finish off the conversation with, “you’re not over him yet because you still talk about him.”Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadddd!!! If you stop asking me about it in the first place, I

2006-11-09T01:19:00.000+08:00

On being infiniteCharlie in “Perks of Being a Wallflower” feels infinite sitting beside the girl he loves while inside the Big Boy. I think I know what he means.I was infinite when I was with Shayn and Felice while we sat on the bamboo pathway in Island Cove. The South China Sea was on our feet while the full moon shone brightly amidst the thick clouds that threatened to deliver rain on us.

2006-11-06T16:35:00.000+08:00

I enjoy enrolment season in UP.I don’t mind filling the inane details in my Form 5 (that’s Reg Form to us, Thomasians). I don’t mind looking through the subjects I could take and then choose according to the schedule that would complement my work.I don’t mind asking Mela if the listed profs are okay or not.I’m scared of my adviser, though. Not because she’s a meanie, but because I am a mediocre

2006-10-21T22:08:00.000+08:00

I can’t be a bitch, but I don’t want to be a hero.Tere offered a perfect solution—non-action. No solution has been so harsh and yet so simple. This is one of those times when silence is an ally. ***No more drunk blogging.Our desk ed in lifestyle has recently taken a new hobby—blogging. I found it cute when he enthusiastically called me to his workstation to show something in his computer. It

2006-10-18T21:19:00.000+08:00

I’ve recently joined the bandwagon and added an account in Multiply. I’m still a little bit woozy about how the whole thing works, and I'm still trying to decipher the whole system. My biggest issue with Multiply is that you have to define your relationship with the people you’re multiplied (?) with.I gave Tere the title of “ex-wife.” So what does it make the rest of the people I’m friends with

2006-10-16T22:42:00.000+08:00

I realized that finding a Pammy a gift gets harder every year. Because you know that the perfect gift for her is not the most expensive thing on the mall. She’s not the type who finds the shop where you bought the gift so she could check out the price—occasionally, that would be me.You want your gift to stand out, so you don’t go for the scented candles or the picture frames. The perfect gift

2006-10-12T23:03:00.000+08:00

Patrick (the classmate, not the doctor) is threatening never to help me with anything if I don't give him the URL of my blog. I don’t know why I don’t want to give him that when I openly share this to other people. He says that he thinks it’s because so many bad things are written about his barkada. Specifically about his asshole of a friend. I told him that maybe it’s because I don’t want him

2006-10-01T18:01:00.000+08:00

Why?Because this person is unlike everything I met or knew before.Because this person made me stronger and better. Because this person is not a bore.What now?Nothing.

2006-09-12T20:51:00.000+08:00

My grin is as wide as the Cheshire’s. I found out today that one of my literary goddess read an article that I wrote a couple of months ago. I learned this through her blog. She mentioned my work in her blog!She did not mention my name, she did not give me praises but she did not bash me either. She mentioned my work because she was sort-of, in a way, included in the story. It’s not like I

2006-08-27T21:14:00.000+08:00

”It takes years to build trust but only a second to break it.”He told me that I broke his heart and that he was very disappointed in me.I told him I couldn’t blame him.I couldn’t even express how sorry I am for that one little slip. I know he could find in his heart to forgive me, but I know he meant it when he said he will never trust me again.This is ironic because I know first hand that love

2006-08-25T18:24:00.000+08:00

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2006-07-26T22:04:00.000+08:00

Accidental fanThe thing with Ronron and me is that when we both see each other after a long time, time flies so fast it’s like I always end up complaining about a day having only 24 hours in it. “If I was heterosexual, we would’ve probably had sex,” he says. I agree. Plus we’d be perfect for each other because we’ll have intellectual, superficial, shallow, funny talks forever.Wherever we go,

2006-07-05T17:52:00.000+08:00

He Wasn't Man Enough For Me by Toni BraxtonListen girlWho do you think I am?Don’t you know that he was my man?But I chose to let him goSo why do you act like I still care about him?Looking at me like I’m hurtWhen I’m the one who said I didn’t want it to workDon’t you forget I had him first?What you thinkin’?Stop playing meHe wasn’t man enough for meIf you don’t know now here’s your chanceI’ve

2006-06-26T21:18:00.000+08:00

My apologies…(because it’s about time that I come clean)To the new friend who I would give my arms and legs to protect--I’m very sorry to have caused you any pain. I never saw this one coming while I was with him. I never saw that I could hurt you the way I do now because of my momentary lapse of better judgment. Believe me when I say that I am hurting every time I hear your sighs of

2006-05-23T19:22:00.000+08:00

“I never knew URCC could be a family event!”-Patrick (the elem classmate) on our little trip to San Juan gym. As soon as our passenger ship from Iloilo docked on the pier, my mom, my tito and tita whisked my cousins and I to San Juan stadium to watch my Richard’s fight.It was one surprise that I really didn’t know how to react on because I don’t like the idea of my cousin wrestling or getting

2006-05-12T19:09:00.000+08:00

I’ve just had my most photographed Baguio trip ever. It was a trip that almost did not happen with the number of people in our class who confirmed they were coming and then backed out the last minute. Even Sanshayn who has become my sort of permanent companion everywhere had to back out. And then there were four…Because it was Patrick’s first time in Baguio, we made sure that he had gotten to

2006-04-30T18:57:00.000+08:00

I was a live studio audience.I clapped my hands when I was told, stood as ordered, and screamed my lungs out when requested. I’m still trying to decide whether I liked the over-all experience or not. Lui, my officemate, had been begging me the whole day to go with her to a studio taping to show support to her sister. Her little sister got herself into a “Star Quest” kind of show, sponsored by

2006-04-27T17:51:00.000+08:00

When the publisher of your paper sends you a text message asking you to call him, you know he means business.The first thing that came to my head is that he’s no longer satisfied with my work so I better shape up or he’ll find someone better. (I have always believed that nobody, I mean nobody, in our company is indispensable. Like if I think I’m good, they can always find someone better. It’s

2006-04-22T18:47:00.000+08:00

Ambition is my biggest turn on. I like it when people work with fire in their eyes and they see nothing but the task at hand. And when that fire is on a man, instant aphrodisiac. I fall. I can’t help myself. I bask in the presence of that person for a few hours, minutes or seconds, every moment that a situation could spare. Ambition. Until recently I thought everyone had one. It could be as

2006-04-19T13:11:00.000+08:00

I got the weirdest SMS from a guy last Easter Sunday. And when I say weird, I’m actually being kind. Somehow, I do not care anymore if his bestfriend (who I like/am in-love with) is actually reading my blog. Several times, I’ve tried to tell him that there’s something wrong with his friend, but we either end up fighting or not talking for days.I’m actually at the point where I don’t even care

2006-04-11T18:33:00.000+08:00

I'm bored. What to do? What to do? E-mail to all the yahoogroups that I'm a member of.Post some more nonsense in my blog (this only goes to show that I have no brains to speak of).Oh, and yeah! Curse!Feck! I'm bored. Somebody, anybody, rescue me from this boredom. Oh, and yeah. I've been free from men the whole week.Sigh, the hell with it. I'm free.

2006-04-09T21:48:00.000+08:00

Because it's becoming an embarassment that I keep a blog and have absolutely nothing new to say about my life, am posting today in the hopes that I'll start writing here again.Who am I kidding? Am just too lazy to do any blogging. I can't even lift my hands to type www.blogger.com in the address bar. I am fast becoming a sloth, not only in my religion, but also in my life. Haay... Sometimes

2006-02-03T23:26:00.000+08:00

I always said that if I’m going to marry, I’m going to marry him.Then, it’s a want fueled by my hormone-driven youth. Now, I know that anything’s possible in this crazy world. But I don’t want to hope.Now, I want to run away from the strong attraction that I feel for him. I wanted to die when I felt the oxygen being cut-off from my brain when he breathed down my neck and asked me about the guy

2006-02-01T00:50:00.000+08:00

He’s back in my life and he brought my muse with him. I’m both excited and scared of what will happen next. Basta, I’m alive again. I think I deserve to feel this after being emotionally dead for the past three months.

2006-01-04T11:58:00.000+08:00

To the friend who love me too much,When I finished reading it, I did not cry at all. How could I dare shed a tear when I felt you reaching out for me, trying to save me from drowning? I would be shaming myself if I start crying. I know that mine is not the only heart broken as we speak. Yet, I still feel like the emotion’s mine entirely. And God, there is no pain like it. Don’t worry, I will

2005-12-30T15:59:00.000+08:00

Belated Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone!New Year's resolution is so not my thing. I'm a complicated person and I get into complicated situations. I change my mind as often as I change my ballpen (I must've lost and found over a hundred pens in a month's time). So why bother? Change is my right and privilege.***I have so many things to thank 2005 for. I was transferred to

2005-12-13T21:14:00.000+08:00

Wala naman akong gustong sabihin, gusto ko lang magpost. Buhay pa naman ako. Gusto ko lang namang pumatay ng tao. Kaya lang naisip ko kung makapatay ako, baka makulong ako. Eh diyos ko, di naman bagay sa koreksyonal ang beauty ko. Isa pa, poproblemahin ko pa kung pano ko siya mapapatay. Gagamit ba ako ng patalim o ng baril? Lalasunin ko ba o ihuhulog ko na lang sa bangin? Ano man ang

2005-12-03T18:37:00.000+08:00

Sorry, the owner is currently reconstructing herself.

2005-11-29T23:33:00.000+08:00

Isa lang po ang masasabi ko......Di ako spare tire! Walang nagbago. Ako pa rin ito.

2005-11-22T16:59:00.000+08:00

I had a wonderful alfresco, candle-lit dinner last night. I ate roast chicken and pesto on panini bread on one Italian restaurant on The Fort Strip. I loved the way the mozzarella cheese melted in my mouth. I did not have to do battle with the chicken. And the bread was heavenly. I know it’s rude to eavesdrop, but when the people on your neighboring table talks like they’ve got to let the

2005-11-18T20:22:00.000+08:00

I want to stay home and force out the tears that just refuses to fall. I want to cry, dammit! So I can get on with my life. I want to ask him why? I want to be angry with him for breaking my trust. I want to know why he didn’t tell me. I want my closure.I want him to stop telling me that he loves me because I don’t feel it. His words feel empty and hollow. I want to stop missing him. I

2005-11-14T10:38:00.000+08:00

Is there any other way to love but to love too much?If there is, then I sincerely think that there’s no point to it. This is one reason why I think it’s okay to be hurt, battered and be depressed if one relationship fails. It meant I’ve loved too much. It’s just the way I want it to be. Because I’m the romantic fool, overly fed with Harlequin literature, who believes in giving everything I’ve

2005-11-08T08:05:00.000+08:00

…and she waited and waited through the night for the pain that never came.A pity, she thought, because this time she has prepared well for it.---She stocked up on her tissue supply.She replenished her cell phone load just in case she demands unreasonable amount of “I love yous” from her friends just like she did before. The comfort music cd that one of her friends gave her from her first

2005-11-07T12:24:00.000+08:00

Thank you for your honesty. ...Even when it was delayed and I had to force it out of you. I appreciate it because I can now breathe a sigh of relief. I now know where I stand. And I get to control my life again. Yeah, I think I could live with the thought that you are my "for now but not forever" guy. I'm weird that way, I guess.

2005-10-23T18:52:00.000+08:00

Again, this entry is about you. I have no idea whether you know about this site. Heck, I don’t even have a clue who among the people who happens by this blog knows that it’s you I’m talking about. But do you think I care?I used to… but not anymore. That is what you do to me—you make me braver every day. You make me a little more dependent to you and a little less scared of losing control. I’m

2005-09-18T22:41:00.000+08:00

You ask me a lot of questions……Like if I write stuff about you in my diary.Close, you’re here on my blog. …Like if I fell for you already. No. But I love you so much. I can’t imagine how my life would be without you. …Like if I miss you. Constantly. You said it’s crazy. I say it’s crazy, funny, and fun. I love spending my waking moments with you. I love holding hands with you under the

2005-09-06T20:54:00.000+08:00

Here’s to stating the obvious. Everybody in the office is wearing similar shaped eyeglasses because they all got it from one optical shop. Why is that? Because it’s our annual check-up and because we have eyeglass subsidy to cover the expenses. The freaking ophthalmologists took advantage of that by telling my officemates that they need correction glasses when they don’t. I’m 30-pound

2005-08-23T21:24:00.000+08:00

Finding HappinessIf I would let Tere describe what I’ve been trough the past week, she’d probably say that the resiliency of my heart was tested.I’ve been in love. It was a great one too, says my not-so-humble standard. I experienced all the clichés authors of love stories write about—I heard the bells ringing, the orchestra playing, and the presence of other people fading to oblivion until

2005-08-16T16:22:00.000+08:00

Saturday Boss's solution to depression: Drink three cups of coffee.Have no strength!

2005-08-06T16:54:00.000+08:00

The paper said he was the greatest president the country never had. I agree.Goodbye, Senator Raul Roco. I would've still voted for you knowing you won't be able to finish your term. Because experiencing the difference between good governance and politics as we know it will be worth it.

2005-08-01T23:45:00.000+08:00

Life is Only/ As good as the memories we make/ And I’m taking back what belongs to me—Ataris, “So Long, Astoria”Christian Tubig, a grade school classmate got hitched this weekend in Candelaria, Quezon. After about a thousand SMS exchange with my other elem classmates, two of them finally confirmed they’re attending. Then they suggested a road trip, whicsh I readily agreed to. Despite Saturday

2005-07-23T15:53:00.000+08:00

Happy Third Anniversary to my blog! The greeting is one month late because the first time I was officially online was June 25, 2002. Sue me, okay. I only realized it now. As a tribute to the past, I’m reposting this one again. Heee-haw!*** May 23, 2003Bless me father, for I have sinned. My last confession was five years ago. And my sins are as follows:I’ve been having dirty thoughts about

2005-07-16T17:16:00.000+08:00

And you had to ask if I had ever been in-loveWhile all I could give you for an answer is silence, it got me into thinking. Is what I feel for you love? For all I know, it could be leftovers of the infatuation I felt for you a long, long time ago... waiting to be extinguished as soon as you show even the slightest flaw.Everything about you sounds all too romantic. Heck, Anne Mather couldn’t

2005-07-04T15:55:00.000+08:00

I remember……how much I wanted to touch your shiny hair and feel its texture with my fingers. …how I hung on to your every word. I especially liked the way how you pronounced the word “exhausted.”…how I’d stop breathing when your inches away from me and how uncomfortable I’d get when we’re seating beside each other.…how I’d come up with the silliest excuses to be alone with you yet when I have

2005-06-27T21:56:00.000+08:00

Sa mga kaibigan kong nagtitiyagang dumaan dito, hindi niyo maiintindihan ang next post ko.Please, wag kayong magtanong. Di ko sasagutin. Pasensha na po. Di ko po sinasadyang masaktan. Di naman kasi ako bato, noh. You of all people should know that. After all, you’ve been my confidante these past few months. I know that when we began this, we made it clear that nothing’s ever coming out of

2005-06-24T20:07:00.000+08:00

Odd ends Swiss Delice’s Marc de Champagne has become a favorite of mine since… well… since Saturday Boss brought some for me when he came back from Rome. I mean it, the brand is really good. It’s a break from the Cadburys, Hershey’s, and Toblerones in the market. I remember Carla (an officemate who resigned after three weeks on the job because she wanted to attend The Law School) once teased

2005-06-21T20:59:00.000+08:00

It felt like a candy was stolen from me.It’s not a very nice feeling. I take care of what’s mine, my way. If I want to flush it down the toilet, I will. If I want to share it, I will. Nobody has the right to complain if I want to keep something to myself. My point is: it’s mine. Mine, mine, mine. I was never the one to follow the tenets of Donald Trump—I never felt the need to put my name

2005-06-14T20:04:00.000+08:00

The resurrection of the TV junkieEver noticed the uncanny similarities in the facial features of Melina Kanakaredes of “CSI:NY” to Sarah Jessica Parker? I swear, if you make Sarah taller and brunette they could pass off as sisters. Tapos, their characters both live in New York pa. Astig!Paris and Nikki Hilton guest stars in “Oprah” where they denied charges of being spoiled. Nikki says that

2005-06-07T21:31:00.000+08:00

Unblogged and back againI’ve been blogging every single day for the past two months before I sleep—in my head. When I’m not thinking about the things I want/need to write, I dream about me and my computer and me typing my thoughts away. I wake up promising myself to post it, that I will finally push the “publish” button in Blogger’s options. But it’s just not happening. I could come up with

2005-06-07T21:28:00.000+08:00

But of course, I can’t end this post without mentioning my favorite person in the world (no sarcasm here). Saturday Boss never hid the fact that he would like it better if I stayed in UST. If he had his way, I’d be taking a Master’s Degree in Mass Communication there right now. But contrary to what most people would like to think of me, I have a mind of my own. And when it comes to my pursuit

2005-05-21T00:09:00.000+08:00

Enjoy literature for itself. Let it stand on its own. Thank you for the timely reminder, Sir. I will not forget again.

2005-04-12T21:31:00.000+08:00

As Andrea likes to put it, “Ang yabang!” But yes, let me gloat to the rest of the world. Let me inform anyone who passes this blog that I possess a bachelor’s degree from an institution of higher learning. That I “have high quality and integrity of intellect” that were determined through (a) examination of undergraduate credentials, (b) recommendation of former professor [Of course, mine came

2005-04-05T16:19:00.000+08:00

We've been to China!Like Mela, I suspect I would have to post a very long account of what happened to us there. But for now, I will have to settle for this very bland summary of the whole experience.We loved Chinese food. We tried the hotpot one cold night in Shenzhen. Risked personal hygiene so we could try Malatang off the streets. Rudely pointed at what our seatmates were eating to convey

2005-03-21T18:07:00.000+08:00

I am going to China with my mom and Mela.There, I’ve said it. Because I would like to think that our plans are already jinx-proof enough to say it out loud. After all, my visa will be released tomorrow, my mom have our tickets and I’ve learned a few Mandarin words like “Duo jiao tien?” (How much?). I’m proud to say that I’ve used all connections that I have so that I could get a credit card

2005-03-01T21:12:00.001+08:00

I broke Saturday Boss’s mug.This is what I get for my extreme exuberance in keeping his stuff germ-free. The damn mug slipped from my hands when I decided to wash it the second time around. The handle shattered into three pieces. I was too stunned to move and all I could do was to stare in horror at the broken pieces. Then, slowly, with soapsuds in my hands, I walked out of the bathroom.

2005-03-01T21:12:00.000+08:00

Alex came up with the brightest phrase, which Fran thought was perfect. But they still had to convince me to say it out aloud.“There are only two things that he could do after you say those words to him either he’d laugh at you or get mad,” Fran said.I breathe hard, summoned all my strength before I had the courage to approach him. Alex followed me to a certain point to show me her moral

2005-02-23T21:29:00.000+08:00

My whole life, I only went to one school. For sixteen years, I was enrolled to a university that my parents have brainwashed me into thinking that it should be the only option for me.I could remember the reason why I believed them—in the eyes of a five-year-old, UST playground had the most spectacular swing there is. They came in different colors and shapes too. I could still feel the rush of

2005-02-12T16:23:00.000+08:00

Never underestimate boredom.Other people achieved greatness because of it. Mine lead me to a mall and got me buying stuff that I don’t need.I got myself a new umbrella in the shade of teal. I wanted to buy the itsy bitsy one that could be folded four times till it’s reduced to the size of a palm, but the color stopped me. It’s all in metallic hues of gold and silver. I bought an emergency

2005-02-08T21:54:00.000+08:00

On the very first day of my job in the company, our editor gave all the staff a gift certificate from a popular Filipino restaurant. It was the beginning of a series of perks that I enjoyed and took for granted throughout my whole stay in that section. I used to like all my officemates. To me, they were exactly what officemates should be—bitchy, moody, funny, and most of all cool. I

2005-02-05T21:37:00.001+08:00

Late night discovery and, hopefully, a direct road to recovery A late night soul-bearing session with Pam led me to discover that I am what I vaguely suspected for the longest time. I am sick—in the head. As in, I "am crazy and have dementia." My stalking activities have gone from the interesting type of stalking to do-you-want-lawsuits-hit-you-in-the-head. Yeah… I’ve been that pathetic.

2005-01-18T21:58:00.000+08:00

Fine, I now admit that this borders to obsession. But I can't help it if I want to die in the sweetness of it. Saturday Boss just handed me his carbonara and said, "Tinabi ko talaga 'to para sa iyo. Yung parte ko sa iyo na lang kasi baka nagugutom ka na." Awww... more, more, more sweet words! "Baka kasi pumayat ka eh." Kay, fine, I'll take one sweet words at a time!

2005-01-11T17:58:00.000+08:00

"what can u say about the beautiful places in metro manila?" If you ask this question, it will lead you to my blog. I want to answer the question. I don't care whether this was an assignment of some lazy student out to plagiarize someone or if it was asked out of curiosity. Manila is an experience waiting to happen. It's small enough to make you feel safe and familiar but big enough to

2005-01-05T17:08:00.000+08:00

“You are a class act,” a dear friend told me. When someone steals MY story, I shall not react. The editors know that I stumbled at that story first and I submitted it first. That’s enough. He said I’m not the one who will look stupid anyway. I am a class act, so I will not do anything. Confrontation solves nothing. It’s a waste of time and energy. Despite being pissed beyond words, I

2004-12-31T13:55:00.000+08:00

I would like to go to the beach. For the past few years I've been complaining how my family would go as near as Batangas and as far as Pangasinan in a minute's decision. In the beach, my family is guilty of playing Sexbomb tracks out loud. My mom would dance silly steps while my Auntie Hapy would pig out on the grilled pork, chicken, fish and corn. We've become friends with the owners of the

2004-12-26T15:29:00.000+08:00

I know I've been neglecting my blog for months now, but hey, I'm here to post a few paragraphs. What can I say? When you are forced to mill out at least two stories everyday with each story not going below a thousand characters, you're bound to be left with nothing else to say. I'm not complaining though. I love the daily grind of the news world. Well, not everything about it, but I'm

2004-11-01T17:16:00.000+08:00

My grandmother never learned how to read or to write. She liked to gossip and she enjoyed watching other people fight. She could outcurse any bum in the neighborhood. She held the Palengke Queen title for more than 5 decades. When I was really, really young, she would hold a guitar and sing songs of love in Ilonggo. My mom said that lola composed them herself. Mama said that she used to

2004-10-19T13:20:00.000+08:00

THE FUNNY thing about statistics is that you never fully understand it until you become a part of it. I know because I added to the long list of held up cell phone victims last Friday when I was on my way home from a friend's birthday party. It was quarter before midnight and I was driving alone with my windows were rolled down. I knew I was an easy target for hold-up men. I stopped at