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Wednesday, April 30, 2003

Tanong lang. How long has Dawson's Creek been running? 5 years? Then why the HELL do Joey and Dawson keep running after each other at train stations and/or bridges and/or airports just to say "don't go"? Nyeeeeeta naman o.

Even the local teen-dramas in the PI are better than that. At least here, someone gets plotted against by the other girl who has a crush on the boyfriend of the terminally nice heroine, who ends up being kidnapped and then rescued by the crush-boy only that the CB gets shot by the kidnapper who actually has a crush on the TNH but only kidnapped TNH because the OT brainwashed him. Tapos now, TNH and CB are supposed to get married but TNH is having second thoughts (after 5 seasons!!!!) because she was played false before. YAN ang plot! YAN ang drama! Suspension of disbelief talaga! Dawson's Creek has nothing on the scriptwriting skills of the people behind Tabing Ilog.

I don't watch TI. I only see it on the afternoons where I'm in the office and we're having merienda in the cafeteria. In between bites I ask Meryl, "Sino si _____? Anong nangyari sa kanya? Bakit sha aalis? O. Sino naman yan? Asan na si _____?" It's the same thing with those telenovelas everyone around me is so into. In college I remember being so hooked on "La Usurpadora" and "Maria Isabel" - not because they had original plots, but because those guys were cute. Sabi nga ni soulmate: God bless Mexico! Maybe the writers of DC should come over here and take workshops para naman bago mag-end yung baduy na series nila, tumabo naman ang ratings. Susmaryosep talaga!

Ah. Theory to the DC thing. Baka naman it's the prequel to My Best Friend's Wedding. Di ba after the scene at the train station, everything went downhill? Ganon din sa DC. After Joey ran to Dawson the second time, I was tempted to sue. They should just change the theme of the entire thing and just name it Pacey. He has the most personality anyway. Dawson looks like Glenn Close.

I love tagalog. Nothing beats the language when it comes to insulting things.

Another thing, coming down from valium is not fun. I took some last night due to migraines and slept wonderfully. I woke up this morning and felt like I was underwater. I am so depressed it's not even funny. And it's not the depression that makes me do wonderful, creative things. I'm just sitting here like a rock. And it can't be cured by something from Sucre. esh.

I came across Sarah's April 28th entry and laughed myself hoarse. True. Very, very true

[in my head] DC stopped being interesting after Kevin Williamson left
[in my ears] Speak by Nickel Creek

Monday, April 28, 2003

This was taken from an entitled "Runaway" written by Trina Dela Rama and was published in DLSU's literary portfolio, "Malate" several years back. I promised Agnes I'd post the entire thing, but it was too long. Here are the parts which I relate to the most. Comments and violent reactions are most welcome.

...marriage has never been one of my goals. Sure, it could be nice to maybe get into that someday, but it's not like I'm going to kill myself if I don't get hitched...I really just can't imagine myself with anyone, much less visualize the kind of love that never runs out of things to say. Try as I might, I cannot surmise how one can find a person that he or she would be able to live with from youth till old age , and be able to love intensely day in and day out, over and above blood relations...marriage to me, at the moment, is defintely something I don't need to be happy. It's a nice dream, but like any pleasant dream, it requires too much thought, decision, complexity, and perfect characters than I can find or handle right now.

...Behind the shadows, I find some unrealistic yet comforting solace in the supposed existence of one who will be able to read past the jargon, as others call my words, and know exactly what I am saying. Idealistic fool that I am, I reserve the heart for the one who will sacrifice even a part of himself to find it.

...It hurts to feel inadequate and unworthy of someone with all the right qualities, and I don't pretend not to cry at nights knowing that the permanence of loneliness in my life is a big possibility. But the philosophy that has kept my sanity in check is that there is no point in being miserable about something that is not tangible in my life just yet...I see nothing much that can be done when you don't even see what you want. If there's another thing I've learned, it's never to settle for anything less than what I need. The sad thing about life is that dreams are usually so cookie-cutter perfect, that people just settle for the closest things to them. They don't believe in the existence and sheer possibilities of their own desires. Like me, they're probably afraid to...But what does prepare a person for love and desire, pain and loss? Each of un runs from even the things we want, primarily because we are afraid to claim them as ours, of consequently being incapable of keeping them, and of realizing that we are inadequate for their needs and wants.

[in my head] ...totoo ba yan...?
[in my ears] Just Wave Hello by Charlotte Church

Friday, April 25, 2003

I was reading the Manila Standard yesterday evening and came across Karenina Yaptinchay's column, Singles. The first few paragraphs of yesterday's column hit like the proverbial ton of bricks between the eyes.

"The problem with trying to find happiness as a single person is that you would find yourself being pulled by two opposite forces.

One force makes you hope that one day, you would find the person you would love for the rest of your life. The other tells you to get real and live with the statistical fact that there is a possibility, the remoteness of which depends on circumstances surrounding you, of a whole life of singlehood.

Both forces are pulling so hard they can actually tear into a million pieces. They each represent distinct possibilities we all must learn to live with."

I came a cross a similar essay written by a student from DLSU for their annual literary portfolio ("Runaway" it was called) through my sister who gave me the book and told me, "Ate, read this. She could be you." I did, and I remember being so struck by it that after reading the essay I couldn't even react to what was written down. How can someone, in a few paragraphs, capture all the knotted feelings you've been harboring? It felt good to finally have someone feel the same way you do. My sister was right, she and I could have been the same person.

[in my head] he'd better like it!
[in my ears] Thank You by Dido

Thursday, April 24, 2003

I will not be convient for you.
I will not stand by and wait for you while you do all the little things you do.

[in my head] should i stay or should i go
[in my ears] Answer The Phone by Sugar Ray

Saw Margo's blog while surfing along the waves dotting Blogger, and there was something about her sporting a purse made out of recycled Plus! Orange Juice packs. I always wanted one of their purses but never knew where to get one. Now I'm even more convinced that it's fun.

You should check out the portfolio link of her page....she does great work.

[in my head] Regine Velasquez has some set of lungs on her, don't she?
[in my ears] Tuwing Umuulan by Regine V.

Wednesday, April 23, 2003

I was running across my list of linked blogs today and looking through their comments page and then I saw Steve's blog through Sarah's (are you following me?). Damn if this guy doesn't own the funniest and most interesting blog I've ever come across. Read his entry titled "Ten Things I Hate About Julia Stiles" and see if it doesn't make you laugh.

There was also this bit about him meeting up with an ex after three (?) years. I'm the last person in the world to be talking about love right about now, but it's heartening to see that guys feel the same about past relationships as girls do. Well, him at least. And another guy who will remain nameless for now. And to put that out into the world - it's like hanging up your soul on a clothesline and waiting for public ridicule to come along.

I wanted to comment but I chickened out.

OK, so I'm listening to SS for the bazillionth time. I can't help it. All the (admittedly, overplayed) songs still ellicit the same feelings. Ok, so I was part of the tropical cyclone that was here earlier this month and which followed them around, and I'm not ashamed of that. If I were a fan of someone who was talented but ill-mannered (read: Jewel), I'd be mortified, but they were nice guys. I don't know why I'm even justifying this. I know of someone who could listen to All I Have all day long. Don't even get me started on Jennifer Lopez....

I spent last night crying while texting BFF and Tricia. I could go on and on about what was sent through SMS, but as the fear of being overly lachrymose threatens again, I will just say that it was about broken promises. ** I can almost hear I Can't Make You Love Me being played in the background. **

Nina's video was just played on the channel. When I first heard this song, I thought the title was "Palakang Baliw". I went: "What the hell?! That's a horrible title!" Then I heard it again and went: "Aaaah. Para Kang Baliw." and believed that it was what it was called. Just a few days ago, Heidi told me that it was actually "Second Floor". What do I care?

I read my boss' blog today and saw that he still addresses me by my handle. Funny. It took several months before he actually knew my name.

** As there are too many thoughts inside my head, I will stop now. See you all tomorrow. If I don't cry myself into dehydration tonight. **

[in my head] oh, help....
[in my ears] Toe The Line by Stephen Speaks

Monday, April 21, 2003

I got home before 9pm for the first time weeks last night wanting to watch "Josie and the Pussycats" on Star World . I got home and began reading the paper to kill time before the movie started, when the I saw the ad for my Joshie's televised concert performance. One sentence came to mind: Oh, my God!

How could I have completely forgotten about it?

But I really wanted to watch Rachel Leigh Cook flaunt her cat ears so I watched the movie on Star World and switched the channel to 23 as soon as it ended (I'm still singing when you're happy and you know it...in my head as I write this). Good thing too, because as soon as I did Ethel began the text barrage on my Joshie. It went this way:

Ethel: Nakaktunaw talga boses nya Pai.
Me:I know. Hindi na sha mukhang kawawa dito. He looks so sexy here.
E: I agree.
** Joshie sings (swoon). And after some time Joshie introduces the musicians... **
Me: The bald guy is cute. (noticing that he changed into a black sweater vest with a white shirt underneath) eeep! Mukha shang waiter.
E: True. I liked the black shirt better.
Me: I liked the burgundy/wine colored one. And for the record, I would not trade in his curls for the most gorgeous bald guy in the world.
** Joshie sings again (I begin crying just aboout now) **
Me: OMG, Eth! Don't tell me he already sang To Where You Are?!
E: Yep. Nung umpisa.
Me: OMG, even Alejate?!?!?!
E: Yep. You didn't see it?
Me: Nooooo! I was watching Josie and the Pussycats. Now I'm really gonna have to buy the CD/VCD package...
E: Dang! I wanted to watch that too!
Me: Don't worry, they'll be showing it again tomorrow at 1:30pm (notices a violin playing lady gryrating on a platform behind my Joshie) WHO IS THAT MALANDING BABAE?!?!?
E: Oooh, white shirt again....
Me: Lili Haydn pala ha!? Another person to add to my "to kill" list...
E: Pai, nakakatakot ka! In fairness, she plays the violin well...
Me: Oweno ngayon?! Can she play the sax?!
** For the record I can't play the sax either, but it just felt like it would be a good comeback. **
Andrea Corr begins singing with my Joshie...
E: O, kaya mo yan? Andrea Corr...
Me: Yan?! E hindi naman maganda yung babaeng yan e. Magaling lang yung make-up artist nya.
E: You saw her na?
Me: No. But someone I know interviewed her and I asked if all of the girls in the band were as pretty in person and he said: "Make-up is a wonderful thing". Tee-hee.
Joshie sings The Prayer with Angie Stone. Ethel notices the intro Joshie gave.
E: A big...............HEART. hehehehe.....
Me: Lintek! Kung yan lang pala ang hanap ng lalakeng yan, andito naman ako a! Pero, in fairness, magaling si Ms. Stone.
E: You've heard her other songs?
Me: Yep. I have a friend who's a big fan.
E: Makapagdownload nga.
Me: You do know that this convo is going to end up on my blog, don't you? BOTH OF THEM....
E: Then it's a good thing I edited when I did.
Me: hehehe. I would have censored it.
Then the concert ends....
E: Tapos na? Now I'm really gonna have to buy this package...
Me: Yep. The concert's finished.
After some more texting....
E: Ok, good night now. I'll see you online tomorrow.
Me: Sure thing. I'm gonna enjoy my Joshie now....
E: Say goodnight for me. Kiss him goodnight for me. ;)
Me: Over na yung kiss, wag na yun....
And then I get a text from Roxanne:
BFF: OMG! I completely forgot about Joshie's concert!!!
And then of course we started all over again....

[in my head] ...when you're happy and you know it, clap your hands...
[in my ears] Pretend To Be Nice by Josie and the Pussycats

Sunday, April 20, 2003

1. If you were given a chance to drink a potion that will make you live forever. Would you drink it? Why or why not? Sent in by Mary
No. To repeat Freddie Mercury: who wants to live forever? This is all very Duncan Macleod / Highlander

2. If you have a chance to change your gender before you were born, would you do it? Why or why not? Hell no! I love being a girl.

Thank you to Daily Double.

This one's an oldie, but I've always loved the lyrics.

For the person who had her brain fried by the heat today.....


THANK YOU FOR BEING A FRIEND
written by Andrew Gold

Thank you for being a friend
Traveled down a road and back again
Your heart is true, you're a pal and a confidant

I'm not ashamed to say
I hope it always will stay this way
My hat is off, won't you stand up and take a bow

And if you threw a party
Invited everyone you knew
You would see the biggest gift would be from me
And the card attached would say
Thank you for being a friend

.......

And when we both get older
With walking canes and hair of gray
Have no fear even though it's hard to hear
I will stand real close and say
Thank you for being a friend

And when we die
And float away
Into the night
The milky way
You'll hear me call
As we ascend
I'll say your name
Then once again
Thank you for being a friend

Saturday, April 19, 2003

Fuckit, I'm Lara!
Which Angelina Jolie are you? Find out!


Interesting. I would've preferred to be "Legs" in Foxfire. She was interesting there.

Pretty!  I'm a daisy!
Which Flower Are You?Find out!


HA! I'm a daisy.......KNEW IT!!!!! But what if it came out You Are A Venus Fly-trap.....?

"I'm So Glad I'm Not You" is one bloggers' title for his/her weblog. I couldn't have said it better myself. I didn't get to take down the URL before I stupidly entered mine, so I'll just chalk it up to the universe telling me things. Someone check if the moon is still orbiting the earth because I'm actually listening to the cosmos today - more often than not, I ask for a second transmission.

I woke up today reminded by something Samantha (of S&TC - one of the voices in my head) said in season 3: "It's time to start drinking heavily". A-MEN. Alcohol begets denial, I always say. Not my favorite defense mechanism, but it'll do in a pinch. Although it's much more fun to see your friends get wasted. The drunker the friend, the looser the lips. Hand me the camera...

In the spirit of bacchanalian delights, let's run down the list of hedonistic pleasures I've participated in the past few years. Nicotine: 4 years, then I quit cold turkey - not even tempted now. Alcohol: still do sometimes. I just don't like that my mouth tastes like a sewer afterwards. Weed: a looooong time ago. Screwed with my braincells so that ended as quickly as it began. I like my triple-digit, IQ, thank you very much.

** Lucky Manzano doing MYX. Someone tell this child that commentators on TV are supposed to say words, not eat them. Enroll him in the Tina Monzon-Palma School of Elocution, please. If he flunks, just make him sit on a chair and make him look pretty. I have no patience with people who mispronounce their words. And I refuse to call him Luis. The name is too dignified. Lucky suits him just fine. **

I was supposed to put down something that has caused much discussion between a couple of friends and I (well, 3 friends actually - Tricia, RapRap and Phoebe. But if 2 friends is a "couple", what are 3 friends? A triple? English and/or Linguistics majors, help, please), I even had reference material! Something written by someone from La Salle a few years ago....but as my organizational skills have been suspiciously on hiatus for the past couple of weeks, I will leave that for some other time and just vent. A cleen spleen's the only way to go. It is, after all semana santa, and confession is good for your soul - if you believe you have no soul (ahem, Tricia), your complexion then.

** Which is the best Pinoy Rock-Rap Act (whatever, I wasn't paying attention) promo on MYX (I'm in the office, which explains all the shameless plugging). Then the rundown on all the nominees. Who are these guys? Oh I get it. They belong to the "If You Can't Dazzle Them With Artistry, Drown Them With Noise" School of Music (another quote from my Godess, Jessica Zafra). Whatever. Give me Parokya Ni Edgar over these guys anyday. At least they're fun - and they make fun of themselves. Plus, Buhawi likes Paula Cole's Me. **

There's nothing much to do in the Metro come Maundy Thursday is there? Well, if you're in the mood for burning dinosaur by-products, you can always go cruising along the flyovers on EDSA. Speaking of cruising, you want to know what one of my biggest ambitions in life is? A convertible (preferably red) at 110, the entire length of San Juanico bridge, and Pearl Jam's Evenflow at top volume. woo-hoo!! I've heard that submarines pass in the body of water that the San Juanico spans....I do hope that when I finally get around to doing this, they pick up on my music. Lord knows those sailors could do with more varied forms of entertainment. ** I wonder what the inside of a submarine smells like when they're all nervous? **

It just occured to me that Jessica Zafra's old page (www.twisted.com.ph) is no more. Even Flip doesn't have it's own page. Furthermore, my squawkbox and the bubble thing on my page aren't working. Could it be because blogskins.com is moving? hmmmm........

Long blog today.....will probably be added on to later.

[in my head] mmmm....Vanilla Coke
[in my ears] Love Is Here To Stay by Dingdong Avanzado (TV's still on MYX)

Wednesday, April 16, 2003

1. What if you fell in love with someone who insisted that the two of you live happily ever after... on a houseboat?
Are you kidding? Have you seen where they anchor houseboats? A floating slum was how Robert Fulghum described it and I agree (sorry, Mr. Fulghum). No houseboats. Love me, love the ground.

2. What if you could brew a potion to make anyone you want fall in love with you, but you would know it is a magical love and not true love?
Not worth it. And the Craft warns that you can NEVER draw other people into your magick.

3. What if you could create the perfect man/woman for you to love?
Isn't that a bit Pygmalian? You fashion someone into what you think you love - e, how can you tell when you've never been in love before? And what if the total opposite of what you believe comes along and you fall in love with him/her? And wouldn't doing the Pygmalion thing be a form of ... masturbation?

4. What if your lover wanted to spend their entire life in a single town and never see the rest of the world?
Then I'd have to make sure I get to see the world before I settle down, won't I?

5. What if you could look into the future and see the man/woman with whom you would one day fall in love and marry -- would you leap at the chance, or leave it to be a surprise adventure?
I'm tired of waiting. Gimme the future. Pero....what if it's someone I presently despise???? eeeeewwwwww..........

I took the photos down because my sister threatened murder. It's her birthday on Monday - pagbigyan ang bata.

Thank you to Wednesday What-ifs.

Tuesday, April 15, 2003

Conversation with Jelica about my current blog obsession
(I say current because I'm hoping it's going to pass)


jelica_c1c: bag-blurty ka na rin! lol
jelica_c1c: livejournal
jelica_c1c: at un ke ***
thursdayschildtoo: yoko!
thursdayschildtoo: tama na yung 2!
jelica_c1c: ujournal ba un..?
jelica_c1c: lol!!!
thursdayschildtoo: gusto ko pa nga isa pang diaryland account...may nakita akong lilo and stitch na template...cuuuute!
jelica_c1c: ooooh! stiiiiiiitch!!!
thursdayschildtoo: akin yon. wag ka na
jelica_c1c: lol tatlo2 na journal mo
thursdayschildtoo: sino kamukha ni maleficent?
jelica_c1c: lol gaga
thursdayschildtoo: sino???
jelica_c1c: si ****y??
thursdayschildtoo: hahahaha!!!!
thursdayschildtoo: sabi ko pa naman idol ko si maleficent....nagyon. parang ayoko na. bweset ka
jelica_c1c: sha lang naisip ko e lol! hahahha
jelica_c1c: o sige sige na lang ako ang ibang lookalike nya
thursdayschildtoo: lalong ayoko
thursdayschildtoo: ayawan na to
jelica_c1c: hahahhaa!! wag naman!
thursdayschildtoo: may nakita nga ako JM na template - nasabi ko tuloy kay owi
jelica_c1c: lol!! buhay pa ba ung blog ni owi?
thursdayschildtoo: hindi ko nga alam e
(She left after the last sentence. )

I'm trying to make people think I can speak French. It's fun.

[in my head] not hungry. nothing's painful. i'm not sad. AM I DEAD?!
[in my ears] Murder on the Dancefloor by Sophie Ellis Bextor

Monday, April 14, 2003

Plans for the summer:

1. Tagaytay
2. Batangas
3. Puerto Azul
4. Pansol
(Guess what I'm rooting for? )

Told the boss about this before and he agreed. I don't know how agreebale he'll be after the holy week. Speaking of the holy week, I'm off Maundy Thursday and Good Friday (whee!), then back again on Black Saturday - told my da about it and he didn't blow his top! I'm still amazed. I have an extremely nervous father.

Was supposed to go to Divisoria tomorrow but, due to Heidi's personal crisis, it's shelved. Friends over shopping any day. Buti na lang, I need to save anyway.

[in my head] save, save, save!
[in my ears] I Quit by Hepburn


Happy Summer everyone. Try not to get too toasted.

Saturday, April 12, 2003

Hello, how has the summer been mistreating you? It's been very attentive to me. All my exposed bits are toasted this wierd shade of almond-y brown and I have the sinking feeling that its going to be worse. I have a new respect for rotisserie chicken - I now know what is is to be roasted on an open fire.

Yes, it's summer in the PI. Welcome to hell's foyer.

They say it's mind over matter, right? Think cold....Switzerland; Antarctica (oh, wait, the ozone's thinning there); Australia and New Zeland this time of year; the freezer; my office....punyeta ang init!!

maleficant
Maleficent, "Sleeping Beauty"- you're soo
evil! and just for the sake of being evil. way
to be! you rule.


Which Disney Villain are you?
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...i TOLD you so...

[in my head] "Why does everybody want to be my friend? I'm not even nice!!" Ally McBeal
[in my ears] In A Little While by Uncle Kracker

Got a call from my mom. Our orchids are blooming. In summer. As I told Tricia - synchronicity.

Friday, April 11, 2003


Congratulations, you're New York City, the Big Apple.
What US city are you? Take the quiz by Girlwithagun





Wonderful. I'm a gay man in a woman's body. Living in New York.

I always knew I was the wrong gender.

Thank you to Friday Five.

1. What was the first band you saw in concert?
* The Dawn
2. Who is your favorite artist/band now?
* Evanescence is a currrent favorite.
3. What's your favorite song?
* Me by Paula Cole.
4. If you could play any instrument, what would it be?
* The cello.
5. If you could meet any musical icon (past or present), who would it be and why?
* Yo-Yo Ma - because he looks like he would be real patient if I asked him to teach me to play the cello.

[in my mind] Jonathan
[in my ears] I Know Him So Well by Steps

Wednesday, April 09, 2003

I hate taxes. They make me think of growing up. I'll get to that eventually, but not now.....please.

I hate, hate, hate them with a passion.

Why do I have to do paperwork for it anyway? Why don't they just give me a slip of paper that tells me how much I owe them? I won't argue.

...will be revised when I've screwed my head back on...

1. What if you could live inside of any book?
* I would want to be Dolores from She's Come Undone. She redeemed herself.
2. What if you could live inside of any movie?
* Annie. Yep. That Annie. When I was younger I wished I were an orphan so I could be Annie
3. What if you could be any one person from history?
* Joan of Arc - I get to tell men what to do what I want them to and I could claim that the voices in my head were real and be declared a saint. I'd skip the burning at the stake part, though.
4. What if you could have lived during any one time in history?
* I'd want to relive the past 5 years over again.
5. What if you could write your own life -- how would it go?
* I'd get someone else to write about me. Autobiographies are too pompous.

[in my head]
[in my ears] The Prayer by Charlotte Church and Josh Groban

Tuesday, April 08, 2003

I should start a head-count as to how many people I've converted to blogging

I'm contagious. Stephen Speaks, Nickel Creek (Raprap turned me on to them and I played it non-stop here, so now the channel has the video. Tee-hee!), now blogging. There's a career in this. I could potentially rule the world!!! (thunder! lightning!)

I just came from this braincell-killing meeting on taxes. Yes, ladies and gentlemen - and every gender in between - I am officially an adult. I have to, am obliged, gotta-do-it-because-if-I-don't-they-will-haul-my-ass-off-to-jail pay taxes. And I can't hide because I have a little laminated card that proves, without a doubt, that I am in the government's mainframe. I hate it. It means that if I commit a crime, I will be prosecuted with extreme prejudice. Of course I live in the PI so I don't know how harsh that'll be. Ok, I just have to add: if they catch me.

I'm team leader which means I have to explain what we have to do. I understood nothing, which indicates the BIR will be cheated out of revenues this year.

Pau's back from Boracay. I wonder how lobster-y she is. And I just have to say that after last night's convo with Thorpe, I am much, much more enlightened about her persona. I like this girl - she doesn't give BS which is amazingly rare in anyone. My boss thinks she's cool as well.

[in my head]
[in my ears] Creep by STP

PS. Ginger, I'm sorry dahil ginutom kita. Pero hindi ako sorry na nag-blog ako. bleh. INGGIT KA LANG KASI HINDI MO MAAYOS YUNG SA IYO!

Monday, April 07, 2003



Ok....I think I'm finally getting the hang of this....

Mega thanks to Jeck - tech-GOD extraordinaire!!!

I'm not worthy! I'm not worthy!!! Thank you for helping me with all the HTML stuff. If the fates finally align, come to their senses and decide that you finally get the Nobel you deserve, I'll be the president of the fan club, ABS-CBN chapter. I'm sorry for being so cyber-bobo. I promise to learn FLASH by myself. Or ask Meryl for help with it. Pakiramdam ko kasi, pag ako na yung tinuruan mo, ililibing mo ako ng buhay e. Masisira ka sa akin, kung hindi masiraan.

I do realize that I am part of the interactive group of ABS-CBN and that public admission of my stupidity is not a ringing endorsement of the department I represent. But I'm a Behavioral Studies major! This wasn't taught! I'm making this up as I go along. heheh...story of my life.

Basta, to everyone who has helped (and continue to help) with this blog - salamat. Over. As in.



Are you Addicted to the Internet?

44%


Average@Internet-User.com (41% - 60%)
You seem to have a healthy balance in your life when it comes to the internet and life away from the computer. You know enough to do what you want online without looking like an idiot (most of the time). You even have your own Yahoo club or online journal! But you enjoy seeing your friends and going out to enjoy life away from your computer.




The Are you Addicted to the Internet? Quiz at Stvlive.com!




Didn't think I'd need a quiz to tell me this, but there you go.

[in my head]
[in my ears] Govinda by Kula Shaker

Sunday, April 06, 2003

Found another engagement ring care of Blue Nile. Punyetang engagement rings 'to!



And did I mention it's worth $17,203? Converted to pesos, it's PhP928,962

Kayang-kaya.




Things that happened last night:

Watched Sleeping Beauty on the Disney Channel last night. Malificent made me shudder. If I were to be any Disney villain/ess, I'd want to be Malificent.

Ended up texting with Tricia until waaaay late. My right thumb is now my most used body part. Found out a lot about her and she about me. I think I'd better begin bribing her because she may just turn on me. But then again, I know stuff about her so I think we're calling it even for now.

You want to know what's worse than a hot night? A hot night with nothing good on cable. sheesh. If you want to lose interest in television - get cable. Even Animal Planet couldn't keep me occupied. Usually, when I turn on that channel, I stand in front of my TV and stare at hours upon hours of crocodiles, penguins and snakes - but for some reason, Dr. Brady Barr, Jeff Corwin and Steve Irwin were blah.

Oh, and I put on my ballet slippers for the first time in 12 years last night. Tried to do an arabesque. Failed. Fell on my face. ouch.

Finally beginning to think that I've learned HTML. But that could just be me. I'm very good at deluding myself.

Pau's in Boracay. What is it with people scuttling off to the beach at the merest hint of warm weather? ick. Shouldn't we all want to go to somewhere cooler? Like Australia? Or Switzerland? I don't like the beach - which comes at my detrement becuse I live in an archipelago. I think it comes from the fact that I can't swim.

And another thing, can't they put up an age limit on wannabe boybands? I saw this horrible video of the Robertson Brothers on MYX this morning....it was creepy. They looked like they were 30 and still had the boyband thing going on. Now, I would be the LAST person to dash the dreams of others, but please....if you're in your 30s and want to be in the music industry, do me a favor. DON'T GET TOGETHER WITH YOUR FRIENDS WHO ARE THE SAME AGE AS YOU AND FORM A BOYBAND. It smacks of pedophelia. And speaking of grown men shimmying - what's with The Wiggles? The guy with the sideburns is scary.

Summer beater tip of the day: Shower with moisturizing shower gel so you won't have to put on (ick) lotion. Then dredge yourself liberally with J&J Lavander and Chamomile baby powder. Then spray yourself with JBC regular. aaaaahhhhhh.....

Friday, April 04, 2003

For Pau:

1. Because I've heard nothing but good things about Boracay
and because
2. She's a starfish.





Not a beach person by a long shot....but this photo is just sooooo realxing.

My boss fixed my comments thingie. hehehe. Shows just how stupid I am.
Basically asked him how to put in the codes and he said: "Gimme. I'll do it." Stoopid me.
Thanks, Jovan!!

That's it. This confirms it. Why am I not offended?








Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You?
quiz, by Angel.


There is absolutely no purpose in this, but what the hey....








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I've just come from a conversation with Agnes talking about her ex. I'm all for pride, but sometimes you have to loosen your grasp to keep your sanity. I hope it works out for her because my life is in shambles.

Back to "him". I miss him so bad it hurts. I actually found myself in tears after I spoke with Agnes.

WHY DID I LET THIS HAPPEN TO ME?

[mood] teary
[mental turntable] You Suck by The Murmurs

Thursday, April 03, 2003

These are my most favorite images from Anne Geddes. They're small because they screw up when I put in the entire image. You're better off looking at the official site. I'm not very fond of having kids of my own, but these are just excellent, excellent images of them. I'm sure you'll all agree.

I took out the images because they're not showing anyway. Just go to the Anne Geddes website and you'll see them there

This is from my boss' blog. Words of wisdom from a man who enjoys sowing terror and abject panic in the psyches of young, earnest, desperate-to-graduate-so-they'll-take-any-OJT-spot-they-can-take college students.


25 Phrases of Wisdom

1. If you're too open minded, your brains will fall out.
2. Age is a very high price to pay for maturity.
3. Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than going to a garage makes you a mechanic.
4. Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.
5. If you must choose between two evils, pick the one you've never tried before.
6. My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.
7. Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that life is serious.
8. It is easier to get forgiveness than permission.
9. For every action, there is an equal and opposite government program.
10. If you look like your passport picture, you probably need the trip.
11. Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of checks.
12. A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good.
13. Eat well, stay fit, die anyway.
14. Men are from earth. Women are from earth. Deal with it.
15. No husband has ever been shot while doing the dishes.
16. A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand.
17. Middle age is when broadness of the mind and narrowness of the waist change places.
18. Opportunities always look bigger going than coming.
19. Junk is something you've kept for years and throw away three weeks before you need it.
20. There is always one more imbecile than you counted on.
21. Experience is a wonderful thing. It enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again.
22. By the time you can make ends meet, they move the ends.
23. Thou shalt not weigh more than thy refrigerator.
24. Someone who thinks logically provides a nice contrast to the real world.
25. Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves for they shall never cease to be amused.


[mood] scared but hiding it
[mental turntable] Bring It All Back To You by S Club 7

Wednesday, April 02, 2003

It just came to my attention that more people read this blog that I had initially thought. hmmm...Is that a good thing? Does it justify a print run? Morever, do I care?

I was thinking about something I told Tricia last week. I'm not really comfortable about putting the entire issue here because it involves a group of people that certain individuals in my circle feel strongly about. And as members of my circle read this blog, I'd rather not cause friction as of yet. Dadating din tayo jan. But really, in retrospect, what they did was unnerving. And although I think nothing of it and it seriously doesn't affect how I feel about what they put out, it places huge doubts as to how sincere they really are. Something's rotten in the state of Denmark.....

Seriously thinking of quitting this job. I love it and it gives me wonderful perks, but to paraphrase someone - self-fulfillment crap aside, I need to earn a living.

I need to put this down before I forget again:

The greatest challenge of friendship, to me at least, has always been faith. Not faith in your friends - in which case is always a given; you always hold your friends in esteem - but rather faith in yourself. You consider yourself capable of moving mountains for people you call friends.
I don't know if I've moved or nudged any mountains (or molehills) for my friends, but they've always pushed the greatest geological protrusions out of the way for me.
To these women and to one very special man - people whom I am proud to call friends - my gratitude.
To Roxy who is my rock - BFF...anything and everything for you.



[mood] currently ok....might change later. we'll see.
[mental turntable] Bring Me To Life by Evanescence



PS. Blogger is good for dieting. I forget to eat when I'm doing this. I hope to be doing this until next month so I'll lose weight and snag the guy. HAHAHAHA! I'm serious.