Thursday, June 28, 2007
What is the color of your phone? Blue.
Who’s the first person who comes under the letter M? Mae, our yaya.
Who’s the last person you called? Gifaloo, over the weekend pa. I don't call much.
Who was your last missed call from? Tivo
Who’s the 2nd person who comes up under D? Danny M, a classmate in UP
Who’s speed dial number 2? I don't have speed dials.
Who’s the third person who comes up under J? Jeng S. Old friend.
Who was your last received call? Giff pa rin. Shet Giff, ano ba?
Who’s speed dial number 3? Wala nga eh.
What is your background? A lion saying Hi.
How many text messages do you have? 65. Tamad ako mag delete.
What does the fifth message in your inbox say? Kristal saying she's taking up Malikhaing Pagsulat sa Pilipino.
Who’s the first person under B? Beth Francisco, UP classmate
Who was your last text message from? Chri... a joke about alcohol and milk. Bitter Ocampo lang sya because she still can't drink. :-)
Name every person you have text messages from. Chri, Edwin, Joseph, Paul, Kristal, Dante, Jill, Jessica, Paula, T. Sylvs, Pam, Fifi, etc etc.
Who’s the ninth person on your missed call list? Bunny Wabbit
What does the sixth message in your Sent Folder say? A text message to Edwin about her mom being sick.
Who’s the first name in your phonebook? Abbey Doodle. My ten-month old niece has a cellphone.
Who is the last name in your phonebook? Zoe from LomoManila.
Do you have a camera phone? Yes, in storage. Freakin' LCD got busted.
Who is the last friend under G? Guia the pillow. :-)
What does the last text message in your inbox say? Roommate greeting me a happy birthday.
Who is the second person under K? Oh God. A former boss. Should delete that.
What is your ringtone? Dizzy.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
1. Cleanse, tone, and moisturize. Cleansing is a must, and it must be the kind that strips off the grease from my face, but doesn’t dry. Sometimes I skip the moisturizer during the day especially when it’s hot and humid, but before bedtime I make sure I dab on some.
2. Eye cream. Especially during these past weeks when (very) late nights are frequent.
3. Lip balms and lipgloss. My lips have a tendency to flake so it’s essential to keep it moisturized.
4. Lotion. If you see my stash it can last for years.
5. Manicure, pedicure, and foot spa every two weeks. Or when time permits, which is not happening lately.
6. Visit to the dermatologist once a month.
7. Last but not the least, colognes and perfumes. I like to smell different everyday, and I always have one in my kikay kit.
People don’t always understand the need of some to be kikay (is there an English translation for this?) to the point of vanity. Although I am far from being vain, my stash takes up too much space in my closet, and I don’t get to use them all (sometimes I’m too tamad). There is also the cost factor – beauty products are one example of “you get what you pay for”. If you want something that is effective and keeps its promises, it will not be cheap.
Saturday night I had dinner with a group of friends whom I haven’t seen in a while. This particular group is the girly girl type; the ones you see lunching while talking about boyfriends, then go to the salon after. If there’s still time, they go shopping. Now almost all of them have kids (that leaves Laarni and I as the only singles in the group), which turned the conversation from boyfriends to husbands and babies. I missed them, although at some point I can’t contribute to the topic “Which diaper rash cream is the best for your baby”.
After dinner, someone started on M, a single mom who works in a call center. She asked why M was wearing a polo shirt, “for crying out loud.” Then we all turned and stared at M, and realized that yes, why is she wearing that baggy thing, and are those Keds on her feet? For office? Seriously? And why is she wearing jeans at least 2 sizes bigger, and can she please throw away that hair clamp best used inside the privacy of her own home. And please go to a salon like right now and put some layers on that hair, and maybe ask the colorist for suggestions. Oh wait, we know one, his card is around here somewhere…
Needless to say, M didn’t find it funny. She wanted to hit us when someone said “Kahit magsuklay ka na lang.”
What we did wasn’t nice, but it was true. Looking good is not even for the benefit of the public who will see you, but mainly for yourself. The confidence you have when you know you look your best translates to the way you speak and the way you carry yourself. Some call centers require their agents to dress formally even when they don’t have face-to-face contact with their customers. When you’re dressed appropriately you act accordingly.
The simple act of grooming your brows (I haven't) or wearing your hair differently makes a lot of difference. Change do not even have to be drastic or expensive, but it has to come from inside. Sometimes just having a positive outlook on life will clear your face.
Or smile. Just freaking smile once in great while.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
Today was no different, and to celebrate my hair-pulling day (of other people, thank God) I'm going with Shredder (of pretzels) and Hoarder (of films) and the rest of the gang to put an end to this unexplained emo season that's been bothering us all. Dear Fifi, you are not alone, although I don't cry over Damien Rice. I cry over Rugrats.
Must be the MSG in our midnight snacks.
Somewhere in Marikina at 1:30 a.m. on a Saturday morning. No, we're not hungry.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
I couldn't wait to open it, and look what I found!
Monday, June 18, 2007
Unless you want to read the first draft of my Background and Project Rationale for my stupid stupid difficult project, that I foolishly presented to my professor because I was pressed for time. Now I'm stuck with a nosebleed of a topic that will require me to sell half of my soul so I can have the brains, energy, and willpower to finish. *^#&%$W&^
Giff asked what my topic was and I had to jumpstart his brain when I told him.
Never ask for the truth if you're not ready for it.
Friday, June 15, 2007
I know I went to a lot of places and met people and did stuff, thing is I can’t remember when exactly. In my head it all overlaps in a one big haze of faces and places and alcohol. The faces are consistent though, so is the alcohol. Don’t worry, I’m not alcoholic, far from it. I get drunk with coffee with bibingka as pulutan.
if I want to get through this semester with dignity intact, my memory has to work. I have to be diligent in making To Do lists and actually doing them, even if sometimes it takes up pages. Because I want this, I have to make it happen.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
I would wax more about RockEd and how great they are, but my brain is still a little fried. You can tune in RockEd Radio on NU107 every Sunday at 10 p.m.
Pictures of the event here.
On Sunday Lomomanila went to Enchanted Kingdom courtesy of Pammy (thanks again). I haven't been to EK again since forever, and the last time I was there I didn't get to ride because the person I was with was camping out at the First Aid room. We looked like a peculiar bunch, we had three or more cameras slung around our bodies. I wasn't able to ride the killer Space Shuttle, but we did the Carousel. Yes, the carousel. I like Fifi, because she took these amazing pictures of us at Enchanted.
I'm off to Fuji to have my measly four rolls developed and scanned, so stay tuned.
Monday, June 11, 2007
- Cabdriver who insisted in talking to me in dialect.
- RockBayan. Lomomanila. Gang. Mozzie. Kala. Paramita. UpDharma. Kjwan. Mark Abaya. Boogie. Mark Abaya. Oh, Mark. Next time fucking take that shirt off.
- Something Fishy. Breakfast buffet. Chri's French exit.
- Abbey. New apartment. Magic Sing.
- Mozzie. Sharky's. Morons fighting over hot sauce. Giff doing the Tahitian.
- Enchanted Kingdom. Lomomanila. Melting under the sun. Finishing four rolls of film. Robin over Ken. Mini-rollercoaster, Rialto, bump cars, carousel. Burritos.
- Tagaytay. Mile-Hi. Honey glazed spareribs.
- Cranium. Lots of it. Lost twice, goshdarnit.
- Jay-J's. Coffee. Bibingka.
- Hanging out with someone who was six years old when Jagged Little Pill came out.
- Daring J and Giles to stare down a cute guy. They refused. Still they kept taking pictures of him.
- I tried to stare down the guy but my left eye was involuntarily closing, so I lost.
- Trying not to crash.
School is starting this week, and I'm a little apprehensive. I didn't do anything over the summer except pack my bags and spend money and stay out late and sleep until noon. When I think about the things I should have done for my thesis and didn't, I want to back out. But I'm so near the finish line it would be such a waste.
Friday, June 08, 2007
Thursday, June 07, 2007
The summer is officially over, what with the almost everyday rains that always come when I'm in the middle of the street with no umbrella. My orange summer was fun fun fun, we started it early with a kick-off in Malaysia with the gels (fun in the sun and with people who possess incredibly defined biceps my gad), then the Great Tour of Region 7 with TM friends (where I slept in a tent and boarded countless ferries and ate anything and everything and snorkeled at Balicasag) which left me soooo tired that the third-world virus crept into my bloodstream rendering me invalid for days.
There were also the impromptu out-of-towns and late nights with friends, long drives and popcorn and wine and Starbucks Tagaytay. The never ending buying of things and going places left me pulubi. Pulubi but happy.
This summer was also the time I joined Lomomanila, that great group of people that "promotes pride of place and pride of race", according to Gang of RockEd. Through Lomomanila I touched base with old friends and met great new ones, friends who will prop you up when you're crashing at 4 a.m. because they still have one last question to ask, one last story to tell, and one last laugh at Giff. Friends who will lend you their toy camera so you can do a dry-run before you decide on buying. Friends who offer to introduce you to a room full of men eventhough I know nobody will look at me once she's on stage rocking.
Yes, there is a but.
Eventhough the summer is over and it's been raining left and right, we're still going places with a lot of lined up things here and there. Still got a bunch of unused e-tickets waiting for us, and I still have that free hotel coupon somewhere inside my drawer. The dollar is down, which is always a good thing.
And...I'm meeting my new baby later to keep me company in the coming rainy season. :-)
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Monday, June 04, 2007
Lately it's all been a daze, I don't know when a day ends and another starts. My Friday night with Mozzie crossed over to Saturday, and my Saturday night with Pam and Jill crossed over to Sunday morning.
Sunday morning found us watching the sun rise, still holding glasses and laughing at Jerry Springer. My arm hurts from something that I can't say here, and I smelled like an Irish Car Bomb. Pam was still holding her vodka at the breakfast table, while I left my glass upstairs because it seemed disrespectful to the tapa and egg spread if I'm going to chase it down with beer. Besides, I can't finish it anymore. I downed straight a Bailey's and beer mixture earlier (technically the day before), and they have witnessed me change color and personality right after.
I'm not posting pictures anymore since they all have done it.
But this one is for Persephone.
Friday, June 01, 2007
Name something you think is “the best.”
The best garlic and cheese pizza in town can be found at Route 196, Katipunan.
On a scale of 1 to 10 (with 10 highest), how stressed are you today?
3. They're all away! Mwahahahahah!!!
What kind of cleanser do you use to wash your face?
I alternate so my skin don't get irritated. No.7 Soft and Soothed, Mario Badescu something for oily skin, and Anew Facial Cleanser.
Tonight is a blue moon! What is something that you believe only happens “once in a blue moon.”
Uhm...a blue moon? Kidding aside, Nine West going on 70% sale. My sister passing clothes to me. Going to the market and actually buying stuff.
When was the last time it rained where you live?
Like 2 seconds ago. God, it's the rainy season again. Summer's over, and classes begin. The vein in my forehead is going to be resurrected for the last time.
I dared myself to open it, although I know the cringe factor is very high. You know, if you’re the type who keeps journals to write about your crush then you happen to read it again after the aforementioned crush has imploded, you feel beyond embarrassed. Way, way beyond. This time, I wished the earth would open up and swallow me. Really.
Reading the letter, I felt pity for the girl who wrote it. I felt a lot of emotions actually, aside from embarrassment and pity I was annoyed, entertained, a lot of pffft-ing, and some sprinkling of disbelief. I can’t believe I was once that person. At this point in time I can’t even remember feeling that way; I can’t relate to what I went through. It was like I was a totally different person the whole time, like the real me was abducted by aliens and was replaced by somebody you’d very much like to kick in the head.
It’s amazing how different I am now, more me. When friends see me now they’d ask where I’ve been for the last two years. I would have liked to say “in prison” which would be partly true, yet I know the prison was a self-inflicted one.
I have always been headstrong, as far as I remember I’ve always done what I wanted. I care little for what other people might say; I can count the individuals whose opinions matter. This trait however has landed me in some very sticky situations. With luck I managed to escape all of them and I hope nothing more comes (knock on wood).
I like the “me” me. The people who matter like it too, and they’re glad I’m back.