Archive for April, 2007

a proper memorial

Wednesday, April 25th, 2007

yesterday marked two years since graduation.

to say that a lot has changed since then would be predictable and terribly understated, but then, come to think of it, when I left mass comm two years ago, i took with me a lot of things – like my alcohol tolerance, for one. *g* and my generally cheery insane-self. and my preference for the spontaneous. and the masochistic. a few of the old vices and affairs. the friends i chose to hold onto.

but then, as moving on usually entails, there’s giving up sunken garden evenings and isaw afternoons. and yes, seemingly endless tambay hours, spent mostly eating fishball in front of the college of music while smoking winston lights (but only because of austerity measures), talking about dreams and failed affairs and summer getaways to be had when there’s money for them finally.

ironically, nobody ever talked about how we could lose these moments to eight-hour work-days and six-day work-weeks — at least, i don’t remember anything of the sort. though there was always that fear of being “absorbed by the system” and the occasional “being thrown out of Luzon or RP”.

if cy and i would count the times we’ve absently muttered something about going back to UP, we’d probably have a wall full of tally marks, and we kid you not.

but then again, we could go back, get a second degree or whatever. but you know what they always say — things never stay put.

if only things were the same. (but then that would be asking too much)

(uy picspam!) (more…)

everybody’s free to wear sunscreen

Monday, April 23rd, 2007

baz luhrmann, you make a lot of sense. 

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering
experience…I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you


Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours


make this go on forever

Friday, April 20th, 2007

or alternatively, the art of marking years

The last girl and the last reason to make this last for as long as I could –snow patrol, ‘make this go on forever’

I am writing this with Snow Patrol in my ears, trying to block out a certain day in May from interfering with my thought process all over again. Funny how you could succeed for the first 6 hours and still fail eventually.


imaginary beauty queens

Wednesday, April 18th, 2007

potential miss universe question #471906:

if you were a pizza, what toppings would you have and why?

first of all / that’s a very good question. (giggle) (applause)

anyway / if world peace / could only be a topping / then i would like to have / world peace / as a topping / to the pizza / of me. / thank you!

(bringing the house down)

wala pang beer yan. AWARRRRRRRRRRD.

the art of recycled love affairs

Friday, April 13th, 2007

a.k.a. another one of those general observation posts. or alternatively, learning from south america, india and the continental drift theory.

“Things fall apart… they fall apart so hard. You can never put them back the way they were. You know, it takes time. You can’t just have coffee and expect–there’s so much to work through. Trust has to be built again, on both sides. You have to learn if we’re even the same people we were–if we can fit in each other’s lives.

It’s a long and important process and… Can we just skip it? Can you just be kissing me now?”

-Tara Maclay, btvs 6.18, “Entropy”

the other day, a good old friend of mine chatted me up over yahoo. turns out he’d just graduated from college, and was about to leave town to work somewhere else. the last i heard he was this amazing guy who was nursing an amazingly very broken heart over a girl who couldn’t commit. the last i heard, he’d ditched her completely — refused to talk, moved towns even, just to be away from her. at the time, i was stuck in a similar situation and all i could say then was that i so envied him for his will power.

so yeah, he caught up with me the other day, and guess what? before leaving town, he’d hooked up with her again, after more or less a couple of years without contact, and now he’d settled for an undefined sort of relationship with her!

undefined? i‘d asked.

and he’d just said, you remember what Tara said? we’re not the people we were.

so it really begs the question. if people change over time anyway… does that mean it’s okay to eventually pick up where you left off?


tagged, weirdly

Friday, April 13th, 2007

tagged by han

Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks!

- i’m a sharonian. remember that sharon and richard (gomez) movie, Minsan Minahal Kita? i cried over that.

- i time myself while taking a bath. on the average, i take about 15 minutes in the bathroom.

- and even more bath-time-trivia: i have a bathtime winamp playlist. or alternatively, songs i take a bath to.

- the household chores i like involve lots of water — dishwashing, light laundry, and yes, cleaning the bathroom.

- i do chores as therapy — which means i clean the bathroom even if i don’t have to, if i need to.

- when i was younger, i used to be 1) a math dork and 2) a beauty queen. fifteen years hence, i now truly believe that we choose who we want to be when we grow up. (well, really — still a dork and still a queen.)

- i have been hospitalized only once in my entire 22 years. i was 10 years old and i had what they called then “h-fever”–i think this eventually evolved into dengue. i think this was where i got my irrational fear of needles.

- speaking of irrational fears. spiders scare me because they have 8 legs. seriously.

- i have never been to mindanao. (iiii’veeeee beeeen to paradiiiiise, but iiii’ve never beeen to meeeeeeeeeeeee-ndanao. hahahaha. bangag shet.)

- i was a fan of la traidora before. if you don’t know what that is — don’t ask. hahaha.

the art of Good Fridays

Sunday, April 8th, 2007

putting the GOOD back in GOOD Friday

what better way to spend good friday than in the middle of God’s glorious sea? *g*
(lucena-laiya camwhoreness can be found at my multiply, and also with cois and rissa.)

Summer Mission 2007: Subic

Saturday, April 7th, 2007

Mission status: Accomplished.

After going from Manila to Boracay and Panglao on land in 2005, this family’s love and trust for the eight-year-old white Mazda pick-up truck is tested yet again — this time in Subic.

Actually, it’s Wylo’s fault. Turns out my 10-year-old brother signed up for an in-house Math training of sorts, which required him to stay for three days and two nights at the Legenda Hotel inside the Subic Bay Freeport, about a three- or four-hour drive from Manila, discounting traffic. The unico hijo in a place that far away for that long by his lonesome? And with MATH? Clearly, there was no way my father (or auntie, for that matter) would have allowed that to happen.


math geek


And honestly, I wouldn’t have, either. I mean, the setup had the words, “ROAD TRIP” and “VACATION” written all over it, it would be some sort of deep injustice to NOT take the trip with him.

And so, having filed the leave five days before (because I’m a good employee like that) I was fortunately able to spend the first half of my long (read: seven-day) Holy Week break with le familia, getting lost on national roads connecting Subic, Zambales and Bataan, laughing at tube crack signs everywhere and dodging sneaky SBMA traffic enforcers.


i’m just saying.

Wednesday, April 4th, 2007


subic 2007 picspam coming soon.