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> haLLoween ' 07
Author: aLmich
And since SQ's didn't participate, I thought of grabbing HR's pictures.
And here with JC after we had coffee. I'm missing Gretch and Myah here [*magkaaway kse sila].
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> aSian disCriminaTion
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> giLigan'S
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> jC
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> anniV
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> for graB
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> cameRa addicTs
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To simply put it: this innovation has allowed us to capture the “best of things,” “the worst of things,” and “everything.”
Like any other technology, camera phones can be abused. But its power to capture fleeting moments is undeniable. At the same time, it is also the meanest invention that can break people’s hearts since it can easily invade privacy.
Video clips captured by today’s camera phone-toting crowd have varied from the mundane to the extraordinary. I remember one of my supervisors before capturing her bed moves [*hehehe] which made it's way to almost everyones cellphone.
Remember how the video clip of Saddam Hussein’s hanging taken by one of the witnesses using his camera phone sparked controversy worldwide? The camera phone and the power it wields reminds me of the lesson Peter Parker learns as Spider-Man: “With great power comes great responsibility.”
But for us? With great pose comes great pictu-bility.
> phoTos : what's with the cLicks?
Author: aLmich
Like any other medium of art, it has its own unique qualities. And unless you treat them with the respect that they truly deserve, no matter how good an illustrator you are, or writer, or actor, or dancer, you will never be able to come up with engaging photos much like the works of art you are used to creating in your other --- perhaps chosen --- artistic endeavors.
And then there is the beautiful notion that by taking a photo, one is not merely putting in to print the external features of another human being. One is actually capturing that other person's wide range of emotions, and even state of mind, at that exact moment before one hears the "click."
There is a sense of power in there. and of this feeling of being privileged.
> i Love yOu pekYaw!
Author: aLmich
Did I ever mention that I love Manny Pacquiao? Oh yeah, like every other living and breathing Filipino. However, I love him for a totally non-romantic reason [*oh please Jinky, get real!]. I love Manny Pacquiao because he is the only person who can achieve what the MMDA has failed in. He can make all traffic jams disappear!
You see, I get to visit St. Joseph,Pasig everynow and then because my boy friend - Ryan Feliciano [yes! kami na ulit!] lives there. And even though if it's a Sunday, the traffic is horrendous. And I am sure you have heard of this phenomenon called “traffic in Ortigas ext”. I have lived in Sta. Mesa area for quite sometime and I consider traffic jams normal but 'yong sa kanila? astig! walang makakatalo! Wala 'yong sa Lolo mo!
But on the day when millions awaited the result of the Pacquiao vs. Barrera boxing match, the whole country stood still. There were very few cars on the streets. There was little to none jeepneys cutting across the thoroughfares. No one waited under the pink MMDA waiting sheds. The usual 30 minutes it takes for me to drive home to boy friend's house turned into 15 minutes. And my driver [*taxi] wasn’t even driving that fast.
I can only wish that Manny has a match every day. It might just solve the county’s traffic problems.
I love you Manny Pacquiao!! I love you Ryan!! [*wahahahaha]
> whaT's the trutH?
Author: aLmich
It's quite often we get to hear news reports of encounters between AFP forces and NPA or MILF rebels, or Abu Sayyaf terrorists. Most of the time, there's the body count of how many soldiers are killed and/or wounded. The military always claim that the other side also had casualties. Usually, more than what the government suffered. Or so they say.
But as is often the case, no bodies are shown to the press, to prove their claims. Their almost-automatic excuse is that the rebels or bandits were seen to have dragged the bodies of their fallen comrades.
I just find that hard to believe.
If I were a rebel. And I know that forces are coming after me, chasing me. Would I take the time to carry the body of a dead brother-in-arms? All that weight slowing me down; and exposing me to greater risk of capture, or even death? Where is the logic in that?
Or is the military just embarassed to admit that while they suffered some casualties, there is actually no proof that they inflicted similar injuries against their opponents?
To vent their anger, the turn against the civilian populace --- the villagers. They accuse these people of supporting and harboring the rebels. Then, they resort to intimidation, harassment, and even murder.
It's sad.
Such intricate web of lies to mask an ugly truth.
Now I'm wondering, ano ang totoo sa Glorietta 2 tragedy?
> waKing up anD beinG in Love
Author: aLmich
Turning over, I let my left hand reach out for my mobile.
My phone's waking my senses like crazy. I usually set it on a 7:30pm alarm because my work starts around 9pm. It's become a habit of late out of fear of not being able to wake up early.
I can't have that right now, of course. Not when for the next couple of weeks, I'll be on a training mode at work. During this times, I will have to contend with rising up to meet the moon god that's come to fetch and bring me to terms with a path I was very reluctant to take in the first place.
Talk about talking about irony in a most inappropriate setting.
My fingers gently graze across the sheets, clawing at every possible obstacle it would come upon. Each one turning out to be every printed training mateials I could have possibly slept with, except for the phone I'm trying to find.
A highlighter which, fortunately for me this time, I remembered to put the cap on before dozing off. Hooray for the sheets, I say. They live for another day. This one, at least.
My sunglasses, which has developed a knack for surviving tremendous pressure under the weight of a big fat slob of a lazy person like me was the next thing I laid my hand on. It's a survivor. That's all I can say about it.
Finally, I get to it. I find it lying on the floor, but still within reach of my arm that's actually begun to tire.
A few seconds was all it took to exhaust all the energy of one lazy arm attached to one lazy body. The same one where you find two lazy eyes too lazy to open up to have made the recently-ended search that much quicker to accomplish.
It's 31 past 7.
It's "Gimme MOre" once more. I must have my phone's alarm on "mangulit" mode.
There's still time to waste so I shifted to dreaming.
We're already friends but can you please give me more? Gimme more, gimme more. I just don't want plain friendship. Gimme more please.
Hah! crazy me. Crazy love.
For indeed, I would give you my time, the world won't matter.
To this fellow. Not just yet.
I'm falling for you my "Lord".
Haayyy... hirap ma-in love.
> mayfieLd sesSion
Author: aLmich
I was wedged in one corner thinking aloud — a diversion a friend thought unhealthy. But as someone who always defends himself, I tried to explain that I was only listening to some music. We were inside Mayfield's spending the night with San Mig Super dry, one ala-callboy-dancing guy from another table, chips, chicken na mala-Andoks and sisig — a good escape from the week-long drama as workaholics. There’s absolutely no room for silence, and that time, a halloween party just ended so a group of magkakabarkada-slash-kapitbahays were still partying the night away. Kulit nila.
[* bumPy dapat 'yan, tamad lang ako mag-edit...]
It really feels good to be with people whom you can trust, make-kuwento and laugh your hearts out. With kate, mike [her super cool hubby], Ryan and Myah, inin-joy namin ang gabi. Sarap! daming kuwento, tawanan at okrayan.
I got home at around 3am, and went ahead to sleep.
A day before that, a friend celebrated her 21st birthday as friends and relatives from different directions flooded into her crib. Yet again, the night was spent with almost the same scenario as before, only that this time everyone looked dearly familiar and loved. With OneWorld friends in tow? Astig!
Thanks to Kate and Mike for inviting us over.
> beckY.. my becKy
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> Let's danCe
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And I still do even alone, so long as it’s an elevator without a camera. I especially like to dance up until the very last second just before the doors open. It’s the thrill of almost getting caught dancing inside an elevator, alone.
Why do I dance solo? Maybe because I just want it *hehehe. As a kid of around 5, I was not confident with my body. Dancing in the dark was where I first started, behind the door leaf. During parties in Grades 1 to 3, I envied my other classmates who knew how to dance the swing; if you knew how to dance with a partner, you were an instant hit at the party. I never had the courage to learn how to be a dancing queen. By Grade 4, folk dances for school programs gave way to new wave; there was no need to lead a partner anymore. It was more about getting the steps and the movement right. I started dancing with myself when I got the time. I’d lock the door and dance to my heart’s content; I’d pretend I was performing solo on stage in front of an adoring audience.
During my earlier Malate days [back when it was smaller and more packed] I always wanted to dance on the ledge—I used to have the body to dance with my shirt off. So I contented myself with dancing the whole night away; it even became a matter of pride for me that I could dance non-stop for almost an hour, even more. Dancing became a way of expressing myself to a general audience. Even when someone would dance with me, it is often more about just matching his movements, not really a genuine give-and-take communication. I’d like to think that there are people like me; they dance alone. Still, I wanna dance with somebody. But I have yet to meet that someone who, if it were just the two of us in an elevator, would turn to me and say, “Let’s dance." Party hard people!
> i haD foursoMe!
Author: aLmich
I’m compelled—not pressured, don’t worry—to go on all fours for him. Oooh!
> TiT for taT
Author: aLmich
It saddens me when some people—gay and straight—believe that once a straight man has had sex with another man, then he cannot be considered straight anymore, that he has “turned gay” already. I’ve heard and read people express this idea, that once you “taste” your own gender you will become gay and the change is irreversible. Like getting bitten by a vampire. Worse, they say it with such a dismissive, negative tone.
Sigh.
Either they’re narrow-minded or they lack exposure to the diversity of reasons why people do what they do. Is it so inconceivable that a straight man will have sex with another man for reasons other than sexual attraction? Like perhaps financial desperation—in Filipino, “kapit sa patalim”? Or perhaps they do it with their gay manager as part of an “under-the-table” [or more like “under-the-sheets”] deal to get ahead in their career?
The human heart is capable of so many secrets, even to itself.If ever someone—like Robert Redford’s character in 1993’s Indecent Proposal—will offer me a million US dollars [!] to have sex with his wife, I will. Believe me. [Although why they’d offer me of all people, I have no idea, *hahaha] But here’s the thing: even if I have sex with a girl, that won’t make me straight believe me I've tried it.
How many gay men have married and had sex with women and conceived children, all for the sake of keeping up appearances?
So whenever straight male friends of mine kid me and tell me, “Ei, why don’t you try and have sex naman with a girl, just so you know what you’re missing? Malay mo, you might like it!” I always respond with, “Eto na lang________, why don’t you try and have sex with me naman [mas lalo na kung type ko yung guy, di ba?], just so you know what you’re missing? Malay mo, you might like it!”
Tit for tat. That always shuts them up.
> earPhone pLease
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> cHeap hurTs
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I know something's wrong with me but I realized it’s just their banter that I enjoy; the rest I can skip. So I switched stations whenever the two fell silent, and that’s when I discovered Mo Twister’s show at 89.9WTM. There they were more talkative. But I noticed I could tolerate Mo’s schtik for only so long; after a while his put-on bravado was off-putting and grating to the ears [especially when he performs a tirade]. So again I looked for alternatives, and lo and behold, I discovered this classical music station. When Chico and Delamar weren’t talking and when Mo and Mojo weren’t funny, I’d listen to strings and wind instruments.
But then one morning I stumbled upon this particular radio duo: Chris Tsuper and Nicole Hiyala on 90.7 Love Radio. They are the morning “Tambalang Balasubas at Balahura.” They are hilarious. Nicole plays the baklang babae who says things like “Ka-lurkey!” and laughs at all her punchlines; Chris plays the straight man [literally too] in this comedy duo. He laughs along with Nicole at all her jokes. Sometimes they laugh at their own laughter. They have a particular schtik: they say things in unison, like one would say, “Based on…” and both of them will chime in, “…experience!” [that’s one of their favorite phrases].
After listening for three mornings I discovered that they aren’t on the whole morning; in fact, I think their tandem comes out in portions during the morning timeslot. Which is just as well, I guess; pakinggan mo sila ng tatlong oras, sasakit ang inyong tenga sa ingay at panga sa katatawa. I know this won't last long and I'll go back to my true love : RX93.1 but I just wanna enjoy the moment. Try it, then tell me why I said all these. Cheap hurts, at least the pain is on my panga, tiyan and puso lamang.
> yeLLow caB treaT
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> toma-Han
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> UP isaw
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> hypoThesis
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My hypothesis for today is that a person’s need for social interaction is inversely related to the quality of his or her imagination. In other words, if you have an excellent imagination, you might enjoy people, but you’re equally happy to be alone with your thoughts for large stretches. To put it bluntly, you fascinate yourself.
A key part of my hypothesis is the assumption that people have widely different powers of imagination. This seems likely. People are all over the map for every other mental ability. Whatever is happening inside the mind of the person with the worst imagination on earth is clearly very different from what’s happening in the mind of the most creative.
Presumably, if you have no imagination whatsoever, you need to get all of your stimulation from the environment, mostly from other people, or at least TV shows about other people. You wouldn’t want to be alone with your thoughts for more than two minutes because your thoughts would bore the living piss out of you.
On the other end of the spectrum, if your imagination is extraordinary, interaction with other people will just get in the way of the incredible experiences you could otherwise be having entirely in your head.
Your question of the day: Do you have an unusually good imagination? If so, do you enjoy being alone more than most people?
> deniM
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> sTupid hearT
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I recently started dating someone. He is handsome and funny and smart and successful and sweet and considerate and quirky and incredibly, incredibly [did I say, incredibly?] sexy. Just the thought of him right now sends a tingling sensation up my spine (yes, he is that good). All of that should be a good thing but quite frankly it scares the Hell out of me.
“‘Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.” ~Lord Byron
A little about me... so that this all makes sense: By nature, I follow my gut reactions. I dive right in. I wear my heart on my sleeve. And because of that, my heart has been broken several times because I don’t take things slow. I trust that when someone says they love me that they mean that the same way I do. I think what is said is what is felt and what is felt, if it be honestly felt, will be felt forever.
“Before I met my husband, I’d never fallen in love. I’d stepped in it a few times.” ~Rita Rudner
So along comes this guy who I had known just few weeks? [I was somehow attached back then, so we were just friends]. We met at a party/night out and he called me the next day to see if we could get together again. He's way too far from being serious [I think] nevertheless, I gave in. We went out few days later on a date that I wasn’t even sure was a date at first.
Until, that is, we kissed.
“Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.” ~Zora Neale Hurston
And that is when I got scared. Not that I haven’t kissed anyone after C. Just that I have not felt that way about a kiss from anyone again [actually, even before that but that is a whole ‘nother story].
“Love is the poetry of the senses.” ~Honoré de Balzac
To say it took my breath away would be an understatement. My immediate reaction was: wait. This is not in my plan. This will be complicated. I could get my heart broken.
My next reaction was: don’t stop.
My relationships before this one have had one single thing in common: me loving men incapable of loving anyone but themselves. I fall for that guy in the middle of the circle of people at a party meant to jest a goody-goody party. The guy who laughs easily and knows exactly what to say and when to say it. I am attracted to charm. Unfortunately, the men I have found thus far have been all charm, and very little substance [bitter].
So - with my mended heart still planted right there on my sleeve - I dived in once again.
Hoping this time I fall softly, and stick the landing.
> hit That threaDmiLL
Author: aLmich
Binge-ing has long been my problem. And what to be expected of course is that disgusting feeling every time you hit the weighing scale. When my Ate was still pregnant, we laughed at the thought that we're gaining weight because we can afford to. Few months passed and she had already given birth. And now she's starting to lose those calories, what's left is ME struggling to be the same. I feel so conscious everytime I can't wear my clothes anymore. I need to lose weight now! I have to!
Big news -- obesity is the health crisis du jour, as evidenced by the recent flurry of headlines. What's the latest advice for those combatants in the battle of the bulge? Instead of counting carbs and calories, try nibbling flaky croissants and foie gras. Yes, according to lore and a new bestseller, if you really want to kiss your flab goodbye, take a lesson from the French. They don't diet, and they don't spend hours at the gym. So what's their secret? They eat for pleasure, savoring every bite. Now, that's some news we can really sink our teeth into!
> oh pLease don'T stoP it, oh pLease don't, oh pLease, Oh...
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> for my new sTation
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> eLevator sCene
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> anoTher biTch encounTer
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So, you know how Oprah did a segment on The Secret?
Okay, maybe you didn't know that. Maybe you don't watch Oprah. I mean, I don't even watch Oprah all that often. I'm just getting off at work when it comes on and religiously programming it just seems kind of...well, lame.
The thing is, this whole business about positive thinking...well, when you have a negative thought creep in [i.e. this morning when you're still groggy with sleep and it's another Monday morning and all you can think is, "Is this my life?"] it's easy to see how that snowballs.
The woman who sits next to me inside the FX is extremely negative. I don't wish to listen but she talked too loud for everyone to cover their ears.
It's kind of annoying.
I hate it when someone's such a Debbie Downer.
Why can't people just suck it up, you know? Just get on with your life, instead of whining ad nauseum about it all the time. I mean, you're just asking to be punched in the face at that point.
I also find it annoying when people refuse to try things, but feel like it's perfectly okay to bitch and moan about it. Like, how do you know something sucks until you've at least tried it out first, you know?
God.
People are so fucking stupid sometimes.
Like this one person whose name popped out again, who for some unexplainable reasons enjoys bitching and shitting around.
Hello! It's common courtesy to at least realize how your friends been good to you, and that they have your secrets so give them a head's up at the very least. Like, what the hell? Were you raised by a pack of animals in the wild or something?
I hate Rien Adducul, I'm supposed to just forget about her and forgive her but her shittiness still roams like venom, ready to wear out anyone.
And well, there I got again with the bitching and moaning.
I swear to God I'm not this tedious in real life.
> happy burp-day candY!
Author: aLmich
> rO and rain's birThday
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> miSsing minDorO
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> Burp-day
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> mOod shifTs
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Life these times as they say is worth all the trouble. Even if there is a greater world that awaits us beyond this polluted planet, still living on Earth is a blast. I don't mean to be a wordly creature [don't get me wrong Lord God], I just want to be thankful.
Gosh... my mood swings are terribly swinging... *heheheh. Out of sorts. Last week, it was off. But now, I sort of like my life again. That's how life goes! And that's me maybe.
I'm just thankful that once in awhile, when the drama queen inside me would vent and cry out loud, there are friends who would keep me sane and struggle with me.
Despite my paranoia and my obsessive-compulsive behavior, I still feel loved. I am thankful to God for giving me people who can put up with my tantrums, who can live up with my nagging... etcetera, etcetera.
Once in a while we feel down and depressed. I for once thought I have manic depression. Somehow, I thought it's just our angels knocking our hearts to see that we have someone to run to. It can be directly God, but sometimes he'd send someone to make our frustrations bearable. Someone who would make us feel safe, someone who would make us feel beautiful, someone who would make us feel worth all the trouble.
And that is why LIFE is worth all the trouble. Because there's God. Because he sends angels that would carry us when we're about to fall the shit hole of life.
> surVey
Author: aLmich
1. WHAT CURSE WORD D0 Y0U USE?
~ PI, PI! paksyet!
2. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO NOW?
~ Umbrella : KC concepcion version
3. WHO IS THE PERSON YOU TALK TO THE MOST?
~ Ate Erlynn
4. WHAT TIME IS Y0UR ALARM CL0CK SET?
~ 1:30am
5. DO YOU WEAR FLIP FLOPS WHEN IT'S COLD?
~ yeah and dopie too
6. W0ULD Y0U RATHER TAKE THE PICTURE 0R BE IN THE
PICTURE?
~ be in the picture but since I take good picture ako palagi taga-kuha
7.WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE Y0U WATCHED?
~ Rush Hour 3
8. D0 ANY OF Y0UR FRIENDS HAVE CHILDREN?
~ A lot of them
9. HAS ANY0NE EVER CALLED Y0U LAZY?
~ Naman!
10. D0 YOU EVER TAKE MEDICATI0N T0 HELP Y0U FALL
ASLEEP?
~ Litec - courtesy of Mikee
11. WHAT CD IS CURRENTLY IN Y0UR CD PLAYER?
~ I just hame mp3s on my phone
12. D0 Y0U PREFER REGULAR 0R CHOCOLATE MILK?
~ Regular milk
13. HAS ANY0NE T0LD Y0U A SECRET THIS WEEK?
~ Gretch... juicy ones!
14. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU HAD STARBUCKS?
~ Yesterday, 1 from Gateway Mall and another sa Adriatico
15. CAN Y0U WHISTLE?
~ Yup,singaw nga lang
16.D0 YOU THINK PE0PLE TALK AB0UT Y0U BEHIND YOUR
BACK?
~ I think think this is everyone's favorite hobby
17. DID Y0U WATCH CARTO0NS AS A CHILD?
~ Sobra!
18. WHAT M0VIE D0 YOU KNOW EVERY LINE TO?
~ I want you to paint me like... - Titanic
19. D0 YOU 0WN ANY BAND T-SHIRTS?
~ No
20. IS ANY0NE IN LOVE WITH Y0U?
~ Sabi niya
21. DO YOU DO YOUR OWN DISHES?
~ Most of the time
22. EVER CRIED IN PUBLIC?
~ Yeah, this girl even offered me peanuts so I'll stop crying... as if I'm a kid that can be bribed with candy.
23. ARE Y0U 0N A DESKT0P COMPUTER 0R A LAPTOP?
~ desktop sa office laptop sa house
24. ARE Y0U CURRENTLY WANTING ANY PIERCINGS 0R
TATTO0S?
~ Yup! 1 more on my right ear and tattoo on my left arm
31. WHAT'S THE WEATHER LIKE?
~ Humid
32. W0ULD Y0U EVER DATE S0ME0NE C0VERED IN TATTO0S?
~ Maybe
33. WHAT DID YOU DO BEFORE THIS?
~ Update www.babyearwood.blogspot.com
34. WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU SLEPT ON THE COUCH?
~ Last thursday
35. H0W MANY H0URS OF SLEEP D0 YOU NEED TO FUNCTION?
~ 5 hours
36. D0 Y0U EAT BREAKFAST DAILY?
~ Yeah!, my shift starts at 3am so breakfast is at 5am
37. ARE Y0UR DAYS FULL AND FAST PACED?
~ Full and fast paced
38. D0 YOU PAY ATTENTION TO THE CAL0RIES IN THE
FOOD YOU EAT?
~ I'd like to
39. D0 Y0U USE SARCASM?
~ A lot
40. H0W 0LD WILL Y0U BE TURNING ON Y0UR NEXT BIRTHDAY?
~ I stopped counting at 20
41. ARE Y0U PICKY AB0UT SPELLING AND
GRAMMAR?
~ Uhum, but I commit the same
42. HAVE Y0U EVER BEEN TO SIX FLAGS?
~ I'll be
43.D0 YOU GET AL0NG BETTER WITH THE
SAME SEX 0R THE OPPOSITE SEX?
~ Both
44.BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND?
~ Boyfriend
45.D0 Y0U SLEEP 0N Y0UR SIDE OR BACK?
~ Either
46. D0 Y0U WATCH THE NEWS?
~ Everyday
47. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET
IT?
~ Right knee [bakokang sa province]
48. WH0 WAS THE LAST PERS0N T0 MAKE Y0U CRY?
~ Rien Adducul
49. D0 YOU LIKE ANYB0DY?
~ Friend-like [Jc], Love-like [Chris]
50. HOW'S THE SURVEY?
~ Tedious
MORE...
1.first 2 words/letters that pops in ur mind now?
~ none
2. name 3 of your crazy friends
~ Rain, Gretch and Cez
3. what's your favorite number/s?
~ 7
4. what was the first thing you did after waking up?
~ Checked my phone
5. last number of your cell number?
~ 2 and 5 [i have two]
6. who was the first person that came to your mind
as you woke up this morning?
~ **
7. who was the last person to make you feel kilig?
~ **
8.what song is on your mind right now?
~ Wonderful
9. who do you want to call on your cellphone?
~ None
10. Are you in love?
~ I think
11. what color/s do you like?
~ I just love colors so lahat
12. last song that you sang:
~ Catch me I'm falling.. - to tease Gretch
13. do you like to sing?
~ Yeah
14. have you ever been to Baguio, Phils?
~ A lot
15. what was the last song that you danced to?
~ Can't remember
16. favorite songs:
~ Now? Christmas songs
17. bakit mo sinagutan ang survey na ito?
~ Trip
18. asan ka ngayon?
~ Home
19. last person you e-mailed.
~ Myself
20. have you been to disneyLand?
~ Yes, HK Disbeyland
21.how often do you buy load?
~ 7[p300] per month
22.who's the last person in your phonebook?
~ 2putok
23. if you were given a chance to visit another country?
~ I will shop to death
24. name the person that you want to fall for you
at this moment?
~ **
> in BED with JC
Author: aLmich
I thought I'd be having a boring Saturday night. After the gimik with my new friends [myah, gretch, ryan, sir knowel and the newest - Jc], I woke up with a serious hang-over and a series of shaking and perspiring moment. The night's ka-booze plus the fact that I haven't slept for almost 2 days drops my knees. I opened my eyes and saw that I was inside my room and my head cracking and pounding like crazy. Suddenly, the party we had came flashing back. Actually, I was having second thoughts of going to Jarvis' birthday party, number one because my work ends around 12 and that the party starts at 4. Second, I have nothing to wear and third, I'm so tired to party and I would just like to doze and slumber on my bed the whole day. But I have to go because that's Diana, one of our ka-buenas.
And so I found myself, giggling and enjoying the night after the birthday party. I have not been going out for quite sometime. I suddenly bacame a stranger there. Malate crowd didn't change that much but I felt I really missed it. After Giligan's drinking session, the BED party was a blast. I somehow felt strange and alone but Jc made sure we'll enjoy the night. And for that, salamat! *hehehe I know the post' title will be gathering some raised brows but I don't care, try to get a life!
> breaKinG monoTony
Author: aLmich
Sometimes my worrying worries me... see?! Like when I ride the bus, whenever someone hides his hands in his jacket, it gives me the feeling that he has a gun or a knife. I even thought I saw someone pick-pocketing someone. Either that or I'm delusional!
There are more to that story, which at some point is an advantage because I'm vigilant and alert. But it causes me a great deal of trouble. I worry riding buses along EDSA, I don't ride "bulok", "mahinang ilaw" taxi cab, I don't ride tinted FX, I don't ride jeepneys which have small windows and goon-looking men... and the list goes on and on.
This "worrying thing" or it may come close to paranoia- is also affecting my personal relationship with other people and with myself. I worry about my future, I worry about my family if their safe, I worry if my friends are safe and if they are really "true" friends, I worry if my boyfriend is loyal to me or not... I worry about anything under the sun.
Right now, I'm worrying because I'm happily inlove. It has never been like this before, trust me! Life hasn't been to good to me in this aspect of life. But now that it seems like I have found the right one, I am worrying again... worrying that tomorrow it's a different story. Though
I trust the guy [as in I really do] this monster lurking inside my brain is slowly killing me.
I don't want to be afraid of riding the bus, jeep, or taxi. I don't want to live afraid that my loved ones are not safe. I don't want to constantly think if I turned off the gas or if I pulled the plug of the tv. I dont want to be afraid of loving too much, I don't want to worry about losing him.
I just want to live in peace.
Whew! Fidgety
ME.Good thing of course that we still have things in life that could somehow break this monotonous way of living. Yesterday, I went out to attend Diana's Jarvis' birthday. It was so cool and I really enjoyed it. Gretch, Myah, Ryan and Jc kept me company. The good day didn't just end there. Soon we headed to Giligans Makati with Sir Knowel joining us. After couple of drinks, Ryan left for he has previous commitment to attend to, Jc followed through. The remaining group then continued the night over a cup of coffee at Starbucks Adriatico. After a while, Jc rejoined us to a bar - BED. Imagine what perspired? that I'll leave to your imaginations *hehehe.
And ooppsss.. Here's some.
> dwaYne's tarP
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> myaH
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> jarVis' invitatioN
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> neW-fouNd frienDshiP
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For quite sometime I have been writing incessantly about pain and my anguished heart. Probably because it's easier to write when your lonesome. Words would just float in your head. But when your happy, there are no words to describe it.
But what I am really trying to get at is... I'm surviving.
I clearly remember these lines - People's choices are pretty much affected by what media has to say. Our minds have been corrupted by the standards of media. It has also affected the way we choose our partner in life. We look for someone who has "long, black and silky hair", healthy and buff, someone who's rich, has a good career, and has a big name in society... all these and other superficial things that will eventually fade in time.
Because of these "substandard standards", we have witnessed weak marriages, easily destroyed by problems and temptations. The most important thing in choosing a partner in life is to find someone that you can talk to, someone that you can communicate with.
I can think I can also say I'm quite blessed and should not complain so much. I'm enjoying my new found friends. I have Gretch, Myah, Nikki, Mikee and Ms. Kate from Academix. The past, present and future involving Ryan *tsalap tsalap. I'm totally over Rien's kasamaan dahil na-evic na siya sa bahay ni Kuya *hehehe.
This moved me... bigtime...
> for posting
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> spicY
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Here's my resolution, sour and spicy group over food binge-ing.
> try this
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> a differenT pRoM
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> staLLed careeR? invesT on buenaS...
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I keep mouthing the same complains and whining over and over again. Trouble is, that can have a toxic effect and infect the organisation, or at least those who are working around you. People who feel their career has stalled can turn really negative. They pour cold water over everything, and they can end up bad mouthing everything and everyone. That makes it a big challenge not only for the employer but for the person feeling that the thrill has gone.
So what are the tell-tale signs?
Red flags include you doing the same thing you were doing three years ago, not investing anything in developing your skills over the last 12 months, not adding anything to your pocket for the last 18 months, dreading coming into work every Monday morning, and watching the best assignments getting farmed out to other people. Add to that a blog entry I did earlier this year on warning signs telling you when it's time to chuck in your job.
Are there any other signs? Do you feel your career has stalled? What's gone wrong? Besides quitting, is there any other way of fixing it and getting back on track?
One of the best advise I could probably give is developing good frienship on your workplace. Lucky me, I was given the chance to meet some whom you can really consider as "barkada" or should I say - my ka-buenas?
> Let's do the baiLeys!!
Author: aLmich
Kung hindi pa, meron akong irererekomenda sa yo. Ito ang tinatawag na GATAKA, o GAtas, TAnduay, at KApe.
Ang kakailanganin mo lamang ay ang mga ito:
- 1 condensed milk
Ihalo sa malaking pitsel.
Serve chilled and with cherry para mas sosi ang dating.
> undeR the brighT moonLight
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> earWood famiLy
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> i reaLized...
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I was going to complain about doctors and nurses wearing their scrubs out in public, but I realized I'd complained about that before. I wonder if I maybe
complaining too much. It's such a way of life with me now. And that's not good, right? I mean, those are just steps away from becoming an ornery, crochety old woman that kids run away from.I don't know.
The last couple of days haven't been good ones. You just wake up and it's like you're moving around in a fog, you know? It's not so much that you're having a bad day...just a day that seems pointless.
When C called yesterday, I didn't even bother answering. I didn't care who it was on the other end. I just pretended I didn't hear the phone ringing because I just didn't feel like talking to anybody --- especially when people always seem to think something's wrong just because you don't feel like talking to anybody or doing anything or seeing anyone.
Some days, you just want to be left alone, you know?
Maybe it's the depression kicking in again.
I even resorted to just taking pictures with my friends.
I think I need to go on vacation.
