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Monday, June 30, 2003

From Cha: You have my permission to tease your boss. Ang umangal...kay Cha sasagot!

Goobyes to the people you care about are always sad, but the memories they leave behind - man, they sustain you through the rough bits. I love my friends.

Oh and another thing (I'm just going to echo another's sentiments here), I don't think I have to beg for anyone to like me. Never believed anyone should do that. Moreover, no one is worth that. I am grateful that I have enough people reading this to justify a blog run (is to blogging as print run is to publishing), but please, don't link me if you're not going to visit. I'd hate to waste your time. Thank you.

[in my head] woo-hoo! my comments thingy is back.
[in my ears] serious noise

That's it. I was bitten by the terrible-sounding-cough-bug that seems to be going around. I sound like I have gravel in my throat.

I'll update this later. Provided Blogger doesn't need an exorcist again.

[in my head] stupid virus...
[in my ears] Lady Marmalade - Moulin Rouge OST

Saturday, June 28, 2003

While I usually go on and on about the fact that I now work evenings and how that screws up my body clock because I now keep time like a vampire, I love being in the office at night because of the following reasons:

* there are usually less than 10 people in an office that can hold 150 people easy.
* you can play songs with the volume turned way up and no one will complain.
* let's face it, the good shows are on in the evening.

and most of all, at 2 in the morning the chat lounge feels like a party.

[in my head] i hate this version of Blogger because it takes forever to load.
[in my ears] Weather by Stephen Speaks (I can't believe it either)

Friday, June 27, 2003

I got my Calvin and Hobbes book today from Jasper. The Indispensable Calvin and Hobbes. woot!

I know books are much better if they're new, but I always get great stuff from this person. And my book looks practically new!!! Besides, my disposable income isn't really all that disposable.

And I just HAVE to say that I saw Paolo Montalban downstairs. My reaction to that bit of news can be summed up by the following facial expressions:

My comments thing is down. Hopefully not until the end of the day.






[in my head] i feel a migraine coming on
[in my ears] Taxi Dancing - who sang this? it can qualify as biological warfare.

Wednesday, June 25, 2003

I should change the name of this blog from Random Collisions to Systematically Falling Apart. It is a rule of Murphy's thumb that as one area of your life is peachy, another area just goes down the toilet.

On one hand I get to interview Duncan Sheik in July and in the same month I get to do something I really love. On the other, I can do nothing but stand by as old and new friends go. Next to guilt, helplessness is my least favorite emotion.

[in my head] haaaaaaayyyyy.......
[in my ears] Rendezvous by Craig David

Monday, June 23, 2003

Let's take a poll, people.


That's Crown Princess Victoria of Sweden of the left, and me on the right.


Seaprated at birth? Or does Roxy need glasses?
I love you, BFF.

Major thanks to Kim. Again. :)

[in my ears] Nights In White Satin by Mario Frangoulis

For people in the Catholic clergy, and especially the CBCP:

Hypocrisy is also obscene.

A hypocrite addessed by any other title is still an effing asshole.

[in my head] you kiss your mother with that mouth?!?!?!
[in my ears] The Prayer by Celine Dion and Josh Groban (...isn't it ironic? Don't you think?)

Sunday, June 22, 2003



I am currently watching the TV special about Prince William. Away from Roxy, which is a good thing because if we were in the same room watching this, we'd be arrested for disturbing the peace. She for squealing, and me for shushing her.

You got to give it for these British royals. They're ugly mothers (PC be damned!), but they spawn some pretty gorgeous progeny. Case in point, Harry, William, Peter, Zara.

Happy Birthday, William (hey, you never know....).

I'm so sorry you're related to whom you're related to.

[in my head] DINNER!!!
[in my ears] Prince William on Star TV

Saturday, June 21, 2003



Josh's hands.

Perfect.

Now all I need to see is his batok.





ethel_ethel_ethel: omg! where did you get that pic of his hands?!?!?!
thursdayschildtoo: www.joshgroban.com
ethel_ethel_ethel: pero ang saya saya ng site ni josh ha... naglagay talaga sila ng pic ng kamay nya!
thursdayschildtoo: korek!!!! maganda naman kasi e...
thursdayschildtoo: he is like the perfect guy
thursdayschildtoo: matalino,
thursdayschildtoo: mabait,
thursdayschildtoo: gwapo,
thursdayschildtoo: maganda boses (duh)
thursdayschildtoo: magalang
thursdayschildtoo: kaya lang bata
ethel_ethel_ethel: gahd! i wanted to melt when he played the piano!!!
ethel_ethel_ethel: tapos he plays drums din pala.... arrrghhh.....
thursdayschildtoo: i remember our josh-night texting
ethel_ethel_ethel: hahaha!!!
thursdayschildtoo: kinikilig ako when i remember him in the burgundy shirt
thursdayschildtoo: i'm going to kill his girlfriend, i swear
ethel_ethel_ethel: but he's soooo worthy of being texted about at night!
thursdayschildtoo: i know....grabehan
ethel_ethel_ethel: WHAAAATTT???? meron shang gf?!?!?!! sino sha????
thursdayschildtoo: can you imaging him singing you to sleep every night? *swoon*
thursdayschildtoo: oo meron shang gf.....hindi ako
thursdayschildtoo: my bff's tita had lunch in the same restaurant as him once (the curls were real daw) and he was his family and the gf
ethel_ethel_ethel: arrrrrrgghhhhh...... ill help you get rid of the girl!!!! eeeeeekkkk, im actually pissed off at the girl even if i dunno her!!!
thursdayschildtoo: mismo
ethel_ethel_ethel: hahaha... weeeell, i guess normal behavior goes down the drain when the topic is josh groban! hahaha
thursdayschildtoo: i hate her.
thursdayschildtoo: korek. everyone loses all their sensible faculties....he brings out the cave-woman in the fairer sex
thursdayschildtoo: bwiset
ethel_ethel_ethel: darn.... she gets to hear him sing to her.... she gets to hold that beautiful set of hands.... I WANNA CRY!!!
thursdayschildtoo: ako rin
thursdayschildtoo: but first, i'm going to tear out her hair
ethel_ethel_ethel: and she probably runs her fingers through his curly hair!!!
ethel_ethel_ethel: arrrrrghhhh....
thursdayschildtoo: tama na eth
thursdayschildtoo: utang na loob, TAMA NA!!!!!
ethel_ethel_ethel: onga..... di ko na rin kaya!


[in my head]Ethel, you know who Dave is?
[in my ears] Blame It On The Weatherman by B*witched

Friday, June 20, 2003

My heart (not to mention my nerves) is (are?) officially bopis.

Broken Vow

Tell me his name
I want to know
The way he looks
And where you go
I need to see his face
I need to understand
Why you and I came to an end


Tell me again
I want to hear
Who broke my faith in all these years
Who lays with you at night
While I'm here all alone
Remembering when I was your own


I let you go
I let you fly
Why do I keep on asking why
I let you go
Now that I found
A way to keep somehow
More than a broken vow


Tell me the words I never said
Show me the tears you never shed
Give me the touch
The one you promised to be mine
Or has it vanished for all time


I close my eyes
And dream of you and I
And then I realize
There's more to love than only bitterness and lies
I close my eyes
I'd give away my soul
To hold you once again

And never let those moments end


** To fans of this song, listen to Josh's version. Much better than that screechy Lara Fabian.

This is [in my head]. Gulit sucks. It effing sucks. It's my least favorite emotion.
[in my ears] Walk On The Ocean by Toad The Wet Sprocket

I've always liked ee cummings

i like my body when it is with your

I like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs,


and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

i go to this window

i go to this window

just as day dissolves
when it is twilight(and
looking up in fear


i see the new moon
thinner than a hair)


making me feel
how myself has been coarse and dull
compared with you, silently who are
and cling
to my mind always


But now she sharpens and becomes crisper
until i smile with knowing
-and all about
herself


the sprouting largest final air

plunges
inward with hurled
downward thousands of enormous dreams


[in my head] whawhawha....
[in my ears] She by Elvis Costello

Thursday, June 19, 2003

Look.

*click*

[in my head] it's a blissful blank
[in my ears] Broken Vow by Josh Groban

Wednesday, June 18, 2003

Me: Hey. Guess what?
You: What?
Me: You know how I was near freaking-point the other day because I was going to get fired?
You: uuuh...no. But go ahead.
Me: Well, guess what?
You: WHAT?
Me: I sort of got a promotion instead.
You: Sort of?
Me: Well, I get to do something else and....
You: That's iffy.
Me: I know.
You: Congratulations.
Me: Thanks....Oh, and guess what?
You: WHAT???? For heavens' sake what?!?!?!
Me: I won on a bid I put on a Calvin and Hobbes book.
You: That's excellent! Let's celebrate that.
Me: Yeah. Let's go.

Tricia - ay lab yu. jologs....heheheh

If you're planning to come over to where I live, you need to know this. It'll help you make friends.

[in my head] a million and one questions
[in my ears] Back to You by John Mayer

Monday, June 16, 2003

Further proof that the universe is conspiring against me. I never dream about the people I'm crushing on.

Exhibit A
My dream about PatSu's Hunny went like this:

I entered a crowded room and the only chair was the one next to him. I sit next to him and we proceed with the usual banter. I talk to him in Taglish and he seems to understand me (all of this makes sense in my dream). We get so chummy that at one point I ask if I could look through his wallet. He says yes and proceed to take his billfold out.
I look inside and see that there are literally hundreds of photos given to him by fans. HUNDREDS. I recognize some of the people in the photos because they were my classmates in high school. But that wasn't the weird bit. Even in my dream I found it kind of freaky that his wallet was....Little Twin Stars.
I woke up and shouted GET HIM OUT OF MY SUBCONSCIOUS!!!!

Exhibit B
My dream about Pauline's Baby was really boggling:

I was finishing a paper/report but realized that my PC/printer was dead. I went to visit my friend in this really cool blue and silver and gray office and saw that he was there, too. When my friend and I were talking, he came up and said hello and asked what I was doing there. I said I needed to print my paper/report blahblahblah. He said he wished he could help but his PC/printer was being insane also, but said that he had one at his house and that we could go there and he'd finish my paper for me. I said yes (I think my friend kind of faded into the background, but I was confident that it was ok) and off we went to go to his place.
Along the way, I realized that I was pregnant ( ! ), and the shock of this makes me stop in my tracks in the middle of where we were supposed to wait for public transportation. He saves me from the traffic.
Here's the creepy part. For some reason or another, in real-life, Pauline's baby rubs me the wrong way (get your mind out of the gutter!). But in my dream, I was totally kilig.

Mr. Jung? Mr. Einstein? An analysis, please.

[in my head] where the FUCK are the headphones????
[in my ears] dialogue from Tanging Yaman

Saturday, June 14, 2003

It just occurred to me that I am surrounded by women who turn perfectly gorgeous guys gay.

I swear to God.

Vane-oh! (yes, we call her that - exclaimation point and all) is lovingly referred to as the Great Gay Divider because all her boyfriends end up embracing the love that dare not speak its' name;

Soulmate, whose favorite spell is "Sunshine daisies, butter mellow, turn this cute, CUTE guy homo.";

and of course Dash, Albo and Kim whose gaydars have never failed.

Tricia's in denial, but PatSu, your gaydar ain't as broke as you think it is.

And I wonder why I'm alone. esh.

One more hour at work. Woo-hoo!

I dreamed about RapRap's hunny. Ask me to tell you about it sometime.

[in my head] baka sa replay, manalo....
[in my ears] Lio screaming at the Game 4 replay

Friday, June 13, 2003

This is the slideshow-ey version of this.

You know what guys? This forgiveness thing sucks.
It's screwy.
It's effing complicated.
I sometimes wish I could just bear grudges forever.

Roxy gets mad at me because I lose steam in the middle of my tirades and leave her with her anger.
Some best friend I am, huh?
I did that with Karl and with Jork (that isn't his real name, by the way).
Both hurt me immensely, which of course made me bawl for nights on end to the ever-patient Roxanna Banana.
She bore it all quietly.
And then one day I lost steam.


I love this photo. If I ever learn enough HTML, I'm making a layout with this image.
Thank you, Getty Images for this .


Things I want:

* a Segway Human Transporter
* this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this. I'm going to stop at that because my shoe list could go on forever. Imelda Marcos is pinay and so am I. Except I am not Imeldific.
* Dr. Bruno Bettleheim's The Uses of Enchantment
* and just someone to hug me from behind when I'm sleeping

Things to do before 30 hits:

* base jump
* learn how to hot wire a car
* learn how to build a house
* write in sanskrit and thai
* go to Cambodia
* travel to Batanes, Banaue and Camiguin and not follow the tourist trail.
* sit down for one afternoon in front of the Spoliarium
* learn how to draw
* learn to play the guitar
* watch Grease and not cringe

[in my ears] i hate you! and your little dog, too!
[in me ears] Change the World by Eric Clapton

Thursday, June 12, 2003

I can't find a decent photo of Juan Luna's Spoliarium anywhere. Bwiset.

This was the best I could do.

I borrowed this from Andrea who got it from Linds

Five details about you...
[x] I have big feet.
[x] I snore.
[x] I love my current job
[x] Writing is the one thing I could be great at.
[x] I sleep with 8 pillows.

Five details about your appearance right now...
[x] With my hair cut the way it is, I could be Madeline's cousin.
[x] I'm wearing a blue baby tee.
[x] My toes are painted a pretty pearly shade of pink.
[x] I'm wearing my second favorite pair of jeans tonight.
[x] I have a pashmina wrapped around myself.

Five things you did today...
[x] called the bank 15 times
[x] went to to work 4 hours early
[x] ate a good dinner
[x] told someone I used to crush on Fabio. I know - eeeeeeeeew.
[x] borrowed this from Andrea

Five memorable things that happened in the last year...
[x] got a job.
[x] sued an ex-boss - AND WON!!!
[x] got a blog
[x] met new, amazing people
[x] Jon.

Five things that everyone should know about you...
[x] I have a temper.
[x] My temper is my vice.
[x] Stupidity annoys me.
[x] I don't like men who have better hair than me.
[x] I know a lot of people, but have very, very few friends.

Five things that make you happy...
[x] new notebooks
[x] good pens
[x] sleeping in on rainy weekdays
[x] my family
[x] a really good book.

Five people who mean a lot to you...
[x] Mom
[x] Ling
[x] Noel
[x] Dad
[x] Roxy

Five things that disgust you
[x] frogs
[x] frat boys (or the frat-boy attitude)
[x] megalomaniacs
[x] idiots who punctuate every other phrase with, "you know?"
[x] wannabes

Five things that impress you...
[x] an intelligent mind
[x] quick wit
[x] Josh's voice
[x] manners
[x] Van Gogh's Starry Night

Five things that don't impress you...
[x] Julia Roberts
[x] Matrix: Reloaded
[x] wealth
[x] generation x
[x] degrees

Five things you cant live without...
[x] books
[x] my kikay stuff
[x] my computer
[x] clean underwear
[x] my contacts

Five things you'll do when you complete this...
[x] go back to work
[x] change my mood
[x] have some coffee (yes, I drink it now)
[x] publish
[x] fix my backpack

Five things you feel right now...
[x] sleepy
[x] annoyed
[x] sleepy
[x] tired
[x] nervous

[in my head] ohgodohgodohgod....
[in my ears] Tuwing Umuulan by Regine Velasquez

Wednesday, June 11, 2003

Stupid thought that has been in my head since the movie came out.

Is Sebastian a crab or a lobster?

And why is he red?

Isn't red a bad color for crustaceans because that would mean he's cooked?

If he's cooked, it means he's dead, right? So is he like Ariel's kunsensha, or something?

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Kim gives me the most hysterical stories to read.

But this made me cringe and go eeeeeeeeeew.

We imagine him hurling beer bottles and chairs and cussing at those who didn't do well in his classes.

[in my head] this. i just had to get it out.
[in my ears] Traveling by Utada Hikaru

Tuesday, June 10, 2003

Woe to the person who ate my ice cream yesterday.

May God have infinite mercy on your soul because when I catch your greedy ass, I won't be merciful at all.

Thief.

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Cherry Garcia
You are Cherry Garcia. Cherry Ice Cream with
Cherries & Fudge Flakes. The edible tribute to
guitarist Jerry Garcia & Grateful Dead fans
everywhere, it's the first ice cream named for
a rock legend.


Which Ben and Jerry's Ice cream flavor are you?
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[in my head] kill. kill. kill.
[in my ears] the clicking of keyboards

Friday, June 06, 2003



Duncan Sheik is coming over in a month. It going to be a good show, I think. This guy is pretty cool. I have yet to hear a bad song done by him. The fact that he's eye candy has nothing to do with that pronouncement, I swear.

I will resist going to this show with every fiber of my being, I swear to God

If my boss gets to read this....can I go to the presscon again?

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My best friend, Roxy, and I share a blog. You're welcome to read it if you want. I just won't be adding a permanent link to it here, because I'm not sure she wants me to do that. She's a better writer than I can ever hope to be. Plus she's brainy and funny and ecstatic over the fact that she gained weight which made her suddenly babe-like.

Anyway, we're both obsessed with Survivor 3 - well, actually I'm drooling over Ethan, and I suspect that she seriously wants to be friends with Brandon (The African Queen) - that we kind of keep up with what they've done afterwards. Ethan joined Eco-Challenge Fiji and Brandon dropped off the edge of the earth (or moved to Castro, whichever). She (Roxanna Banana) then pointed me towards Eco-Challenge because she knew I liked Ethan while she did the dance of joy over the fact that Hayden Chirstensen had a team that was competing as well.

(l-r) Hejsa Christensen, Hayden Christensen, Tove Christensen, Bill Trayling.

Roxy's right, Tove looks like Michael Vartan. The family's a big bunch of sports nuts, but get this - Hesja pulled them out for some reason. But hey, competing in Eco-challenge prepared him for this side of the world and we're convinces that nothing can faze them anymore. Watch out, PI, Roxy's plotting something big.

I'm going to try to install Blog Amp without much luck. Have I ever mentioned that I'm cyber-stupid? And I work for the interactive department of ABS-CBN. Not exactly a ringing endorsement, huh?

This entry made no sense whatsoever.

[in my head] *burp*
[in my ears] The Prayer by Charlotte Church & Josh Groban

Wednesday, June 04, 2003

I had posted someting written by Nels Schifano a couple of blogs back. Point your cursors here and read where it was taken from.

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Random college memory. When I was a junior in dear old UP working for my BA in Behavioral Studies, I took a course in linguistics. I remember my professor stressing that we should never try to do the "M" sound while inhaling. "That will kill you", she said. We didn't believe her. I'm still going "mmmmmm" while exhaling. But it does get me to thinking, "What if I expire while doing this? Wonder what they're going to put in the obituary? ....she passed away due to extreme curiosity." Which would be better than death by stupidity, I guess.

Oh, and check out my friend Jhie's baby girl, Jhielian Robyn.

Everyone around me is either getting pregnant and giving birth. My sister's friend is six years younger than I am and already she has a baby daughter. I don't know whether to express mild shock or to hurl myself off the nearest rooftop.

[in my head] it's blissfully empty, thank God.
[in my ears] Don't Stop by the Rolling Stones

Monday, June 02, 2003

Cast of CSI
You are a certified CSI freak! Congratulations!
(psst..steve grab the straight jacket. We got
another one!)


How addicted to CSI are you?
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Susmaryosep. I could've told you that.

I was looking for some new templates for my Alter-Blog, when I came across vainpeach designs. This is from her "heartbroken" template.

"This must be something of a surprise. If, that is, this letter gets to you. I remembered your address, of course, but then it suddenly struck me that maybe you had moved and I didn't know and anyway the post round here isn't exactly reliable. So perhaps I am only writing a letter to myself.

Really now that I've started I can't think what it was I wanted to say. I think it was just the act of writing that was important, just to feel as if I was still in contact with things, although I guess a blank piece of paper in an envelope would have seemed a little strange.

I've really no need to ask how things are with you. It all seems to have worked out pretty much as you planned. But still I hope you are both healthy and happy."

It sucks sometimes when someone gives birth to what I'm thinking.

[in my head] a million little men hammering away at my nerve endings - yes, it's migraine monday
[in my ears] One Headlight by Wallflowers