Saturday, May 31, 2008

ME survey

Hi my name is: Achie
When I'm nervous: I text Ann. "Annitsky, kinakabahan ako..."
By this time next year I'll: have some stuff crossed on my Things to Do Before I Die List.
Last night: went to Fashion Show with gay friends, got picked up, went home, had dinner :)
Were you a planned baby? i dont know.
Were you the first? yes
Are your parents still married? no
Do you have low self esteem? sometimes.
Do you get depressed about things easily? sometimes
Are you happy right now? yes :)
Are you comfortable with the way you look? minsan.
Describe your hair: wild, messy, curly hair
Where do you buy most of your clothes? they were given to me (just realized it has been a loooooooong while since i bought clothes)
Ever been kicked out of a bar? not yet >:D
Can you tie a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue? er...yes
Do you prefer indoors or outdoors? depends
Do you like walking in the rain? NO
Do you like thunderstorms? yup! (while looking up at the dark, gloomy skies: "UMULAN KA NA KUNG UULAN KAH!!!")
Are you a vegetarian? NO!
Anything you could absolutely eat forever? Burger Steak ng Tropical Hut
What's your favorite dessert? Leche flan. But not too much. And chocolate cake ng Goldilocks *drool*
Do you want to get married? someday
Have you ever been in love? yes
Are you in a relationship now? ideny pa ba natin? siya siya siya...
Where is your cell phone? beside me
Your boyfriend/ex-boyfriend? er... so which is it? =/
Your hair? needs retouch BADLY.
Your style? classic
Cheesecake is: yucky.
Siblings: in their respective caves.
Your dream last night: can't remember...
Your favorite drink: water
Car you want? Ford Escape :)
Room you are in: Bedroom (prisoner)
Your life goal? to be rich.
Your fears? be poor.
Piercings: i have ear piercings.
Today: someone was acting REEEAAAAALLY WEIRD...because of some dream...
Check out: check out what? i have none to recommend.
One of your wish lists: to go scuba diving
Where did you grow up? alabang
Favorite Movie: none, really.
What are you wearing? thermals
Ketchup? whatever
Your computer? is my lifeline to sanity.
Your friends? are everywhere
Your Mood? "in the mood"
Missing? no one.
What are you thinking about right now? i have to go to bed and stop answering this survey.
Your car? is at Mitsubishi, getting the locks changed.
Your work? what work?!
Your summer? unforgettable
Your favorite song? madami
Your favorite colors? madami ren :)
When is the last time you laughed? Sex & the City "I CURSE THE DAY YOU WERE BORN!!!"
Last time you cried? Sex & the City, naiyak ako sa katatawa.
High School: I should've had more confidence about the way I look. Miski mukha akong patpat I bet if I had confidence carry ko yun. Ako ang pinakafasyon na patpat ever.
Last Text: tunkol sa nawawalang English Manual ng D80.
Last call? From Ann, hinahanap nako kasi magsastart na ang movie.
Last IM: from Nino, nagi-guilty sa chikatime ni Twain.
Life: is Good
:)

Friday, May 30, 2008

Double Whammy

MOA Security Office. They instantly showed me a list of credit card hotlines and a landline. Seems procedural. Looks as if this happens all the time. People coming in to report that their bags were stolen.

After calling 4 credit card companies (dami no, dami ko kasing utang), I felt a little bit secure again. Kaso I realized I have no money (except for 3 pesos sa bulsa ko) and both my phones are getting low on battery. So panic text brigade sa mga bakla na NANAKAWAN AKO!

Mga reply:
Twain Isles: Oh my God! Im on my way.
Liza Policar: Huy nagtext ba sa inyo si tyrelle? nanakawan daw siya! (sa sobrang panic ng bakla sakin na missent)

I took calls from concerned people:

*i like to parteh! everybody does (ringtone)*
Efril Caranglan: Bakla! Anong nangyari??
Ako: Nanakawan ako.
Efril: Saan??
Ako: Sa Netopia

after explaining everdoo ipinasa ng bakla ang phone kay Kermit

Kermit Tesoro: Mare, anetchiwa ang laman ng baggelya mez??
Ako: Wallet, susi ng adventure, napkin...
Kermit: eh magkano naman ang nagetching na anda sayo??
Ako: *nagpause kasi nagcocompute pa* P200.00 (nagbilang pa!)
Kermit: MUY BIEN!!!!! MUY BIEN!!!!!
*halakhakan ng walang humpay*

*i like to parteh! everybody does*
Tiffy Moon: Oh. er...
Ako: Bakit?
Tiffy: So yung isang phone ang nawala?
Ako: Ay hinde. hindi nanakaw ang phone ko. May katext kasi ako kaya asa harap ko lang ang phone.
Tiffy: Ano ang nawala?
Ako: Yung buong bag ko as in andun ang wallet ko at susi.
Tiffy: O? Magkano nawala sayo?
Ako: 200.00
Tiffy (after 1 second): BWAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!

After receiving some not so subtle insults from my sister (nagapologize naman pero anlakas pa ren ng tawa), I ended the call and the OIC from the MOA Security office told me to wait for a call from them if ever they get my belongings. Right.

As I was getting ready to leave, an old lady came into the room accompanied by another lady guard.

"Nanakaw ang bag ko sa CR!!!"

Hurayty. Im outta here.

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So I then went to the SMX parking and waited for company. Twain arrived first to offer me her condolences mwehehhe. Then Efril and Kermit arrived, so did Liza and her pamankin. I was a bit frazzled but still hopeful that my mom will arrive any minute now with the spare remote (walang spare key, spare remote lang) and we'll be able to open the car and get the shoes in time for the Fashion Show.

Show starts at 8:30pm. It is already 8:05. No mom in sight. But there is one panicking Jerome Lorico backstage.

After 5 minutes, mom arrives. I get the remote and I run to the nearest store to buy batteries (walang battery ang remote). I replaced it with a new battery and ran to where the Adventure was parked, and pointed the remote.

*pindot pindot pindot*

Walang nangyari.

*Pindot pindot* Ayaw pa den bumukas.

Sasakyan ko ba to?

I checked the plate number. Oo naman.

Oh God, sira ang remote. Homaygulay.

This can't be happening.

Ok granted late magstart ang show. They usually start one hour after gates open. I still have one hour. I call Jerome Lorico. I was bombarded with "Asan ka na? Pumunta ka na dito!!!! Andito ako sa backstage...." *nonstop*

"Bakla, makinig ka sakin, makinig ka ng mabuti. Ayaw bumukas ng sasakyan. May sapatos ba ang mga models mo???"

"Wala."

"Hindi nga?! Imposible. Wala bang 'Model's Own' yang mga yan?!"

"Eh mga nakasimpleng black pumps lang sila..." naiiyak na si bakla.

"Look, i'll do my best. Pero worst case, ganun na nga lang."

Meanwhile, may kausap na si mom na gumagalang tambay dun at kinokonchaba nang sunkitin ang lock ng Adventure. May mga nakausap na ren akong mga manong dun and maya maya puro tambay at mga nagmimiron na ang nakapalibot sa Adventure, lahat ay nagtanong "Wala bang duplicate?"

Mom (in her most malumanay voice): Eh... kung... meron... ho... eh di na po namin... sinusunkit yan...

And so lahat nung lalake, to recover from their brief exposure of stupidity, ay naghuhumirit na ng kung ano ano:

"Madali lang yan, wire lang yun, isuksok mo lang dun sa pinto madali lang yahn!!!"
"Dun mo isuksok yung wire sa ilalim ng handle, ganun kasi ang nakita kong ginawa sa Vios!"
"Tinidor ang ginagamit jan, sabayan mo ng wire."
"Pwede ren basagin ang salamin pero mapapamahal kayo niyan." Ogag.

Pero ito ang the best:

"Ah kaya ako, TATLO TATLO ang DUPLICATE ko, at lahat nakasabit dito sa belt ko!"

Mom: Miski tatlo tatlo pa yan, kung nanakawan ka nga eh ganun den!

Amidst the chaos and confusion, I looked at my watch. It was 9:30pm. I realized na if ever mabuksan den ang Adventure, wala reng use, dahil wala nga akong susi. Di ko ren masa-start ang sasakyan. Ang tanging habol ko nalang ay maitakbo ang shoes ko sa Fashion Show, which may have already started. Pero baka kaya pa.

I decided to called Efril, who went ahead and was already inside watching the show.

"Bakla, rumampa na ba si Jerome?"

"Oo, Mare. Katatapos lang."

Crestfallen, I hung up and called the Rescue Operation off, "Wag na po , dibale na wag niyo na po sunkitin."

My mom and I decided to go home instead. I don't want to know how the show went. I don't want to see the look of pity on my friends' faces after the show. I just want to go home and call it a day. Whatever.

And kung meron man mag-iwan ng comment na "Wala bang duplicate na susi?" ay tiyak, sasabitan ko ng medal.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

7 minutes

OK. So ito na yun.

2pm yesterday, I met with the sapatero na gumawa ng shoes ko for Philippine Fashion Week. This is the reason why I am so nervous and edgy and sobrang nagtitipid. These are Made-To-Order pairs. And Made-To-Order pairs cost 3 to 4 times my ordinary price (if you have any idea how much my shoes costs then your jaws should drop by now).

So off I went to SMX Convention Center where the fashion show is going to be held. Maaga pa, around 2:30 pm pa lang. Call time sa backstage is 4pm. Eh kilala ko na ang kacollaborate ko (Jerome Lorico, siya ang nagdesign ng damit, ako sa shoes) and this bakla is usually late. I predict darating siya ng mga 6:30pm to 7pm.

So oks lang, pinrepare ko ang mga shoes, ni-label-an ko pa ng masking tape "TYRELLE MOON" just in case magkagulo sa backstage diba at sumabog ang mga sapatos. At the same time sinukat ko pa ang mga shoes (hehe maluwag naman size 9 kasi) at nagbuhat ng sariling banko miski ako lang mag-isa.


Ang ganda mo sana bakla, ngunit walang nakakita sayo.

So ano pa ba ang gagawin ko palipas oras. Tumingin ako ng books sa Book Sale at Powerbooks. Kumain sa Breton. Nagpababa ng kinain. Nagtext ang Jerome Lorico on the way na raw siya. On the way pala ha. Kilala ko na to most likely nagbibihis pa lang.

So naisip ko magInternet muna ako sa Netopia. Ayus P35 lang per hour. Pasok na ako. Malay ko ba kung pano ang procedure dun di naman kasi ako pumupunta sa Internet Shop, sawang sawa na nga ako sa internet sa bahay. so kebs pinaupo ako sa Booth #11. Nakita ko sa bottom right ng screen nagstart na ang timer for my Internet Usage: 00:00:00

So bukas ako ng YM at dinaldal si Nino. Nagcheck ako ng email, nagcheck ng jobstreet.
Tinignan ko ang timer 07:xx:xx. Ang aga pa pala. Turned around to look for something sa baggelya kez.

Pota wala na ang bag ko. Ang pagkalaki laki kong bag na banig na kulay puti. Nawawala. Di ko man lang namalayan.

Potangna. Warra Smooth Operator.

"Ang bag ko! Ang bag ko nawawala!" Akalain mo sa tahimik kong to, nakapagtaas ako ng boses ng ganun sa buong Netopia.

Ang resident kahera at technician ng Netopia ay dedmatology.

Labas ako to scan the people. Baka makita ko pa ang kawatan dala ang bag ko wala. Hanap ko ng security guard. Akalain mo yun wala palang security guard ang Netopia.

At that moment may security guard dumaan sa harap ko.

"Guard! Guard! Nanakawan akoh!!! Nanakawan ako ng bag!!!" Ang tingin sakin ng guard para akong nanlolokong scammer. Tinataboy ako palayo! Potangnang guard to. Hinabol ko pa at kinakalabit ng walang humpay.

"Manong!!! Bakit niyo ako tinataboy?! Ako na nga itong ninakawan!!!" Bakit niyo ako ginaganito ako na nga ang naapi!!!!

"Miss, nag-e-escort akoh!" Sabay turo sa dalawang babaeng taga BDO na may dalang maleta na puro pera.

"Ay, sorry." what the hell, nag apologize pa ako?!

So balik ako sa Netopia. Naglakad papalayo ang technician. Hinabol ko pa. "Excuse me", kalabit nanaman ako, harap siya. "May napansin ka bang tao na may bitbit ng bag kong banig na puti na malaki?"

"May napansin akong nakagrey na nakaknapsack parang pinapanood ka mula sa likod habang nagcocomputer ka". Now, it did occur to me bakit naglalakad siya palayo and bakit di pa niya sinabi agad earlier but I thought now is not the right time to reprimand this asshole so sabi ko sa kanya samahan niya ako sa labas baka sakali ma-identify niya.

Labas kami ng Netopia and pasok siya sa loob ng Timezone while may nakita ako isang lady guard at sinumbong ang nangyari. Nagradyo agad siya sa mga katabing security guard at maya maya may lumapit na isang Guardo Verzosa at isa pang Jaguar na naka-casual clothes lang. Isa siyang plainclothesman, isang covert operative (akalain mo yun may ganun pala sa MOA, pagala gala lang kala mo nakikinig ng mp3 player, radyo na pala yung pinakikinggan). So ayun bigay ako ng description echuss.

Sabi ko halughugin nila lahat ng basurahan sa CR kasi most likely tinapon na ng magnanakaw ang contents ng bag ko.

Tawag ren ako kay Inang Kalikasan at sinabi (in a malumanay voice dahil grabe magpanic ang Mujai Kez) na nawalan ako ng bag ("Mom!! Akalain mo yun, nawalan ako ng bag ha ha ha!!!" para hindi magpanic), at baka pwedeng tawagan niya lahat ng credit cards ko. Sabi niya hindi daw niya alam ang number at dapat ako daw ang tumawag kasi may personal info pa na tatanungin yun.

Maya maya pinuntahan ako ng lady guard at sabi sakin, "Ma'am sama muna kayo sa akin sa Security Office".

Oo naman ang lola mo at sabay sunod sa lady guard.

Sobrang lutang na ang utak ko. Siguro mga 5 minutes na kami naglalakad bigla kong naisip tanungin "Miss... bakit tayo pupunta sa office?"

"Kailangan niyo lang po magfile ng complaint,"

OK!

to be continued...

Tuesday, May 27, 2008


GOD SAVE

THE

QUEEN.

Philippine Fashion Week 08

Here we are...

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Why Do Clever Women Fall For Second-Rate Men?

this is a repost from multiply.
mejo mahaba nga lang but it's a good read.

got it from here.

(therefore, the underlined statements aren't mine hehe)

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Author--Helen Kirwan-Taylor

I chanced this article somewhere. Read up and you'll find it funny and will agree on some points there--like me! But yeah, I must say that I know some couples out there who are beyond this defintion [like my Mom and Dad, my brother June and his gf Odette, Yenne, CPA (and soon to be lawyer) and her hubby Atty. Stephen]. Oh well, just read--

We all know the type: she's successful, bright and, oh yes, too often has a man who humiliates her. What on earth is the attraction?

Logic would, or should, dictate that a high-flying woman who has everything going for her (looks, talent, drive) should, by definition, attract a man who is her equal, if not her superior, in terms of looks, intellect and wealth. Yet in my experience, this is simply not the case.

The more accomplished the woman, the less accomplished the man is likely to be. In fact, smart women seem to have a knack for attracting the sort of men that most of us were raised to stay well clear of.

I noticed this as a teenager, when my first night at university was punctuated by the arrival of police officers next door. I went over to find a petite, beautiful blonde woman shaking uncontrollably.

She told me that her boyfriend had threatened her at gunpoint for breaking off their relationship, so she'd called 999.

Tina, now a medical consultant, quickly became my best friend - and her (awful) choice of men soon became a big part of my life.

She left the stalking psychopath (with a restraining order) for a serial philanderer - only to end up in the hands of a terrifying but gorgeous German surgeon with a passion for heavy black leather coats.

He criticised her weight, publicly humiliated her and betrayed her without even trying to cover his tracks. She left him a few times, only to return sheepishly several weeks later.

One day, when she was flying back into London, my husband drove to the airport and effectively kidnapped her to get her away from this man. We soon heard the German circling outside our house like a rabid Doberman.

It was only then that Tina realised she was no different from the abused women on Oprah Winfrey - except that she had a PhD.

This is not an isolated story. Over the years, I have watched some of my most accomplished girlfriends enter a string of relationships which have left them wrung out like wet towels.

So it was with great interest that I read the findings of Dr Steve Stewart-Williams, one of the psychologists behind the study Why Do Men Insult Their Intimate Partners?

Published in a recent issue of the Journal Of Personality And Individual Differences, Dr Stewart-Williams concluded that when it comes to women with high IQs, a form of meanness is actually programmed into male behaviour.

'Meanness is a form of "mate retention" in many men,' he says.

'Typically, men want lower status women because they feel they can control them. It can be threatening for a man if their partner has a higher IQ because they will often feel that makes the woman more desirable than they are themselves.'

'That's when a man is likely to be unfaithful or aggressive as a means of asserting control over the woman.'

'If a man demeans a woman, it makes her feel low, neglected and disrespected. And if a woman feels humiliated, they will eventually come to believe they can't do any better and stick around with that man.'

It's a classic cycle of abuse, however subtle. The real surprise is that it appears to be happening to such brilliant women, and so many of them.

I recently flew to Paris to comfort a friend abandoned by the father of her seven-month-old boy - a child born only after she had been through no fewer than four IVF treatments.

This is a funny woman with a fat bank account who turns heads wherever she goes. And here she is alone again, at the age of 44, having signally failed to choose a man in the past two decades who will be kind and faithful to her.

Those of us with a 'cad antenna' superglued to our foreheads could tell that the man who left her was bad news. (Even before he ran off with another woman, he refused to make any adjustments in his work schedule to include my friend.)

But last week, my friend said something that shocked me. 'I think love is conditional,' she opined. 'I expect to be loved only if I am perfect in every sense of the word.' How could someone so bright, so beautiful, have such appallingly low self-esteem?

It made me think. Over the years, there had been a string of men who had fallen for her wit, sexiness and competence - but all had bolted when she showed any signs of neediness. I counted five who'd abandoned her in this fashion.

I think the trouble with my friend is that, apart from choosing hopeless men in the first place, she is seemingly unable to leave them when it all goes horribly wrong - hence her feeling that it was her fault because she was not perfect.

Simply put, she was so used to taking on challenges in her career - and winning - that she assumed men would be the same. And because she couldn't stand to lose at anything, she couldn't give up on her relationships, no matter how unsuitable.

You see, clever women also tend to be perfectionists who are programmed to succeed. Perhaps rather than walk away at the first sign of trouble with a man, they simply try harder.

Many, too, never learned the difficult art of compromise because they did not think they had to. The tug-of-war that usually happens at the beginning of a relationship - when a couple seeks to find out who's boss - becomes a nuclear battle for them; and too often, the women lose.

They also, I think, tend to have little experience of men. While the less clever girls were busy playing (and learning to master) the field, the smart ones were revising.

One of my literary editors, a Cambridge graduate, tells me: 'Making fun of men was what we did in school. We didn't have a clue how to handle them, though.'

This makes smart women prime targets for cads, says Dr Andy Clark, a psychologist at Bristol University, who noted in New Scientist magazine that 'anti-social men can make up a lot of ground just by being flirtatious. This sort of behaviour often fools women into thinking that the man is not so bad'.

By the time a woman figures out what he's really like, she's already hooked.

In other words, clever women are remarkably naive when it comes to emotional matters, and too easily fooled by men who are charming on the surface but really not very nice at all.

So, while my less accomplished, less driven girlfriends settled down happily (all, I noticed, quit the big jobs when the children came along), those with the Oxbridge Firsts and the business awards ploughed on alone, seemingly destined for romantic misery.

I've discussed this issue with a writer friend. At 5ft 10in, with knockout looks, she hypnotises every man she meets, yet she has fallen for some horrible cads.

'I don't know the psychological reasons why "Wheat" women choose "Chaff" men, but I do know that I've done it myself,' she says.

'But maybe this is the key: terrible men can be terribly amusing. There's a fine line between humour and hurt; between what's powerfully insightful and connecting, and what's cruel and, often, stupid. Sometimes, we women get mixed up while we're laughing.'

'I almost married a man who treated me terribly, doing drugs and cheating, because he was the funniest man I'd ever met. The only thing that set me straight was finding someone else's underwear in his dresser.

'That's a pretty blatant betrayal - but I've found that "abusive" behaviour comes in many forms. Sometimes, the worst treatment is almost invisible - like carbon monoxide leaking undetected into the relationship.

'I once dated a charming, energetic, successful man whom others may still see as a catch. But there was that carbon monoxide there: an almost total lack of thoughtfulness - except in social situations when others were watching.'

Perhaps this is not an issue we read about much because it's not the kind of thing most women want to talk about.

Career women who can't pick the right guy tend to be embarrassed that they keep getting it wrong romantically. Let's face it, we expect women in trailer parks to get beaten up emotionally - not women who dominate boardrooms and earn six-figure salaries.

Ours is a generation of women that was spoon-fed self-esteem by teachers and parents: it's not nice to have to admit that your love life is a failure.

One of my girlfriends got a First at Cambridge and was among the first women to become a managing director of an international bank. She was earning six figures by the age of 28, but when she came home, her husband (also a well-paid banker) would attack her verbally.

'He would rubbish my bank constantly and do things such as change the TV channel when I was watching. One evening, when we had a couple over, he brought only three glasses to the table so that I had to do without.

'He was permanently humiliating me in endless small ways.'

It's only now, after they divorced, that she realises he must have felt threatened.

'Interestingly, he remarried someone with a low-grade career and less brains,' says my friend drily.

Alpha females, the theory goes, get a bum deal because men are biologically hard-wired to avoid successful partners for the fear of being cheated on.

A 2004 study by psychologists at the University of Michigan found that high status men preferred to marry their secretaries rather than colleagues.

Dr Stephanie Brown, a social psychologist who reported the results in the Journal Of Evolution And Human Behaviour, said: 'These findings provide empirical support for the widespread belief that powerful women are at a disadvantage in the marriage market because men may prefer to marry less accomplished women.'

To make matters worse, a study published a few months ago by the Centre of Longitudinal Studies in London estimates that 40 per cent of female graduates born in 1970 are likely to enter their 40s single.

So the lonely life known as 'sologamy' may be the price that high-achieving women have to pay.

New York Times journalist Maureen Dowd inspired a lot of vitriol recently when she wrote: 'The aroma of male power is an aphrodisiac for women - but the perfume of female power is a turnoff for men.'

'It took women a few decades to realise that everything they were doing to advance themselves in the boardroom could be sabotaging their chances in the bedroom.'

So can these women escape the pattern of picking Mr Wrong time and again?

Self-awareness seems to be the main ticket out of this emotional mire - learning that the kind of powerful man who makes you laugh, but also tells you you're 5lb too fat and you can't cook is really not the man for you.

My abandoned friend in Paris coped with her own emotional disaster by teaching herself to think the way abused women in shelters are told to think: by constantly reminding herself of just what an unpleasant piece of work her child's father was.

'I just remember everything bad he did; how every weekend he graced me with ten minutes of attention at breakfast before he went back to reading and sleeping the rest of the time,' she says. 'And then I feel a lot better about the fact that he left me.

She at least is finding the strength to get over that disastrous affair. But the question remains as to why she allowed herself to get into it in the first place.

Maybe high-achieving women just strive harder - and relationships are no exception? Easy just doesn't feel right for them.

But in searching for a strong man whom they feel will be their equal, they often mistake bullying, or charm, for strength.

Maybe that's why so many brilliant woman are so lonely.

-oOo-

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Ang Mahal!!!

Got an email:

Date: 5/22/2008 10:59:30 AM
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Que Horror, ginto! Eh di sana may nacross out nako sa "Things to Do Before I Die" ko. Ipambabayad konlang ng credit card bill.

*sigh*

yoiks!

was browsing through my old emails when i came across a message from an old officemate (and a dear friend) Ruth:

"Something to remember Amkor by...

Di ka ba na-touch na remember ko pa gawin to.. hwekhwekhwek.. whine whine whine!

(See attached file: tmoon ID.JPG)"
hala. at eto ang attachment na bumulaga sakin:


ngyah!

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

isang dingding lang.

what might have been
what is
click mo kung balak mo pa talaga i-analyze ng buong husay.

Isang gate na dati kahit sino pwede dumaan... hanggang sa sinara wala na pwede pumasok at nilagyan pa ng hollow blocks at semento dahil maraming pasaway (na taga BL).

Ang mahal pa naman ng gas.

Monday, May 19, 2008

P10 on eBay

Hindi naman sa nakikialam ako no, but why the hell would someone sell something like this on eBay?

click to enlarge
may marka pa ng paa.

Shipping fee is usually P50.00

I also dont know how the seller was able to get 27 positive feedbacks and 0 negative feedbacks by selling stuff like these. Marami daw bumibili na satisfied customers?

:-/

food food food

saw this loooong isaw sa tiendesitas before. had the chance to go back at tikman.

Ang Ginintuang Isaw @ P25.00

The verdict: Mas masarap at mas malutong pa ang isaw na binebenta sa Provident Village sa Marikina.

Meanwhile, had to go to Ortigas when I remembered the Calasiao Putos in nearby White Plains. Di ko talaga napigilan... eto nanaman ako...

Aaargg... ang lumalaki kong tiyan!!!
:(

**pahabol: I also had corn :(

Friday, May 16, 2008

Love always finds a way
When the clouds have no silver lining
She comes thru shining
Love always sees the light
Through the darkest night
In her small ways
Love always finds a way

Thursday, May 15, 2008

saying goodbye to shoes

If i can resurrect you i would... but even the best sapatero will bow his head in surrender...



peeling leather, click photos to enlarge...



meanwhile i was having a hard time parting with this white pumps made of real white snakeskin leather. nice thing about this pair is it used the snake's belly as an upper. ganda. kaso i remembered the insoles looked like this:



eew. off to the jukay you go...

the "No-Rice-Tuwing-Dinner" diet

For the first time in my entire life I am seriously on a diet. Mashado talaga ako naapektuhan sa sinabi sakin ni Tintoy sa Bolinao:

"Achie ang payat mo pero bakit ang laki ng tiyan mo?"

Egad! (Parang si Mr. Weatherbee lang sa Archie Comics)

Anyway, sabi nila, kanin daw ang reason kung bakit lumalaki ang Chanda Romero. Kaya Chenelyn Forte! No Rice!!! So aside sa jogging, hindi na ren ako nagra-rice tuwing dinner. I rarely have breakfast so ibig sabihin once a day lang ako nagra-rice. Nagpapapak lang ako ng ulam tuwing gabi. I never considered myself a huge fan of rice anyway. So kyere lang.

Neither do I consider myself a huge fan of native delicacies. Eh kaso mo, bakla... I was browsing through Bhernz' Picasa when I came across this picture:


O diba parang ang sarap sarap KAGATIN??!!!

So there started my HUGE craving for PUTO. Any puto basta BUTTERY. Miski yung parang sa Goldilocks na technikulay may pink, green, yellow, etc... tapos bagong init tas tutunawan mo pa ng butter!!! AAARRRGGHHH.... O kaya yung natikman kong Puto Calasiao kina Baby nung pumunta kaming Bolinao... *drool*

So Yezterday, may "business trip" ako to SM Centerpoint at dahil mejo lost ang kausap kosa cellphone nadamay ako sa pagiging lost niya dahil nagkamali ako ng liko. Galing akong Marikina kelangan ko pala pumunta ng Cubao eh asa C5-Libis nako. So liko agad ako papuntang White Plains when there it was, a big glaring sign at the side of the road:

"FOR SALE PUTO CALASIAO/ KUTSINTA*

Ay por favor kebs, nagswerve ang lola mey, chenelyn, payola ng P30 one brown paper bag of puto may kasama na palang kutsinta yun. Ito ang nagagawa ng The Secret (at Kabbalah Dressing kasi naka-orange ako kahapon chozz)

After ng SM Centerpoint kitakits kami ng mga bakla sa Rockwell. Reunion ng Sex & The City. Nagcrave naman ako ng 2 PC BURGER STEAK ng Jollibee!

clockwise from upper left: Carrie, Miranda, Samantha, Charlotte (ako daw kasi pinakasweet, CHAROT!)

Ay susmio effortless, naubos ko ang kanin! Nomohan sa Good Earth after then uwian na ng madaling araw. Tinamaan ng gutom at naisipan dumaan ng BL para maghanap ng makakainan. Gudlak -- Tapsilog sa Sinangag Express na kinain ko kaninang madaling araw.

So yun nga naisip ko ren... baka subconsciously my body has been craving for rice. Why else would I crave for puto? Diba galing den sa rice yun. Oh well. Basta di uli ako magra-rice mamayang dinner.

Pag nagcrave ako ng puto calasiao takbo nalang ulit ako sa White Plains. Tip: ang Petron Unleaded dun ay P49.97 lang, mga 10cents lower than other gas stations (Nung nakita ko ang presyo napa U-turn pako habang may subong puto at nagpa-gas agad)

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

jogging misadventures

Very verrrry few people know that I have taken up jogging. I need to move around (galaw galaw galaw para di mastroke) and I can't afford to go to the gym or go to yoga classes (which i terribly miss). Jogging is free. Sakto walang mashadong tao dito sa village namin. Wala pang nakakakilala sakin so miski di ako nakajogging attire (pambahay lang + rubber shoes gora na!) oks lang.

Never really got to explore our village much. This is the sort of subdivision where neighbors don't know each other. Oks lang, better for me. The residents usually keep their pets in their gates. Stray dogs don't usually last long dahil maraming construction workers (I'll get to this later).

This regimen usually starts with me walking down our street and I usually pick up speed as I turn the corner. Kapag madilim na ang street at maraming talahib, i break into a jog/run. takot kasi ako baka may makita ako babaeng nakaputi sa tabi kaya better i get through this street real quick. mejo mapapalundag pa pag may nakitang ipis.

Will see construction workers on the sidewalk farther on. Di ko naman maiiwasan tong mga to. They fall silent as I pass by. Pakingshet. One time when I was already a few yards away I heard one constru remark "Tara magjogging na ren tayo!" *shudder*

Tonight I had to deliver a pair of epektus to someone who lived in Maywood, a subdivision right next to ours. I volunteered to deliver it since this is a good break from my routine and I can warm up from there. Kalurkey this neighborhood although quiet den naman gadamo man ang ligaw na ayam. Di man lang ako makatakbo kasi konting jog may aso nang nakatindig sayo. nyarsh. Walkathon nalang.

Back to our neighborhood, broke into a run through a particularly creepy street, fell into brisk walking, then on to a jog the next. This is a particularly nice run. Was running seriously now near the clubhouse when i saw 2 askals gnarling and running toward me! The thought of bitemarks on my legs made me stop and pick up a particularly large rock. Eh di napahinto sila mga bwiset. (I just brought the rock home kasi sabi sa Feng Shui ko maglagay daw ako ng malaking bato sa toilet for career advancement choss. Wala namang mawawala at least may companion na yung Lucky Bamboo ko) (duh, a rock?)

Anyway, off to 6 more streets. Cool down to a leisurely stroll when "Fade" by Kim Lee played on my cellphone. Yoko pa umuwi so I plodded on when right ahead where 4 pooches in the middle of the street barking at me. Hindi naman sila askal pero parang may Poodle Version ng mga YA na asa Intrimitida Mode at di ko sila pwede istorbohin much less invade ang street affair nila. Oh well, about face, at naglakad na pauwi. Saw this guy neighbor who I never before seen in my life (hindi nga ako palalabas). Humans!!! Paguwi ko sa bahay gusto ko sumigaw "Ate Flor!!! May kapitbahay pala tayong kahawig ni John Lloyd!!" *hehe wink wink*

And here's the best part -- the stretching. With Maxwell's "Sumthin' Sumthin'", Samantha James' "Rise", Kim Lee's "Fade" (again) in the background. I so miss doing yoga.

Then hot shower. *sigh*

Monday, May 12, 2008

daily soup

* wedge ni jerome lorico * pambayad sa credit card bills * pambayad sa wedges * pano mabebenta ang shoes na ginawa for lorico * resumes * job openings * sales * computers * pansweldo * lovelife * P50.08 na ang gasolina * ang malaki kong tiyan * bakasyon * flippers & mask * VMV SPF 70 * smokes, men * snakeskin stilletos * follow up shoeboxes* pull-out nanaman sa rockwell * what to give to Sueno * what to give to URU * small hangers sa divisoria para isabit ang sandals * jogging * bili ng new leather kasi the patent one i bought was too thick daw * follow up shipping from Giftzhaven * take photos of all computers again * talk to sir kim * need to have a check up * need to have roots redone (tagalog: magpakulay ng buhok) * huuuuuuggss * paper bags * need to write on journal * sobrang busog * no rice * rustan's * garage sale on saturday * tag-ulan na * kalat kalat kalat * cough syrup * mababayaran pa kaya ako * wag magmadali, slowly but surely * Charms sa Malate on May 15 * musta na kaya mga baklang friends ko * shoegasm's Constrictors (sari saring designs para kaloka) *

*repeat whole day*

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Buntong hininga vs. Kabog

para sa isa jan...

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text message:

0922xxxxxxx: Hi sir, nbasa ko po ad nyo sa sulit about d monitor, available pa po ba? San po kyo sa pque? From pque din po kme?

ako: Sa Marcelo po near bicutan.

0922xxxxxxx: Good condition po b? 2K n lng po kuha kmi 3 units. (singit:o diba murang mura lang)

ako: Ok po. remind ko lang puro white po yun.

0922xxxxxxx: Ok lng po basta gud condition. Pick up n lng po nmn by saturday. Ok lng po b?

ako: wala po ako sa sabado bka gbe ndn po ako mkauwi nun. Sunday po pde?

0922xxxxxxx: Mga 6pm ok lng ng sunday? Bgay nyo n lng po exact address nyo.

ako: ok txt konlang po kau sa sunday

0922xxxxxxx: Ok tnx.

ako: ano nga pala name mo?

0922xxxxxxx: Jon po sir.

Saturday, May 03, 2008

horoscope

was browsing through some old files on my mom's computer when i came across these horoscopes. wala lang, read on:

  • Aquarius

  • Aries

  • Pisces

  • Leo

  • Cancer

  • Taurus

  • Scorpio

  • Sagittarius

  • Capricorn

  • Virgo

  • Gemini

  • Libra


  • ano, tugma ba?

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    My zodiac sign is Cancer, and accdg dito, these are my ideal careers. Tignan nga natin kung tugma...

    Agricultural worker (trulalu)
    Archaeologist (trulalu)
    Baker (eklavu)
    Builder (eklavu)
    Caterer (eklavu)
    Coal miner (eklavu)
    Collector (trulalu)
    Cook (eklavu)
    Chef (eklavu)
    Crop grower (trulalu)
    Dairy farmer (eklavu)
    Deep sea diver (trulalu)
    Farmer (eklavu)
    Fisherperson (eklavu)
    Gardener (trulalu)
    Genealogist (trulalu)
    Historian (trulalu)
    Homemaker (eklavu)
    Hotel worker (trulalu)
    Landowner (trulalu)
    Lifeguard (eklavu)
    Manufacturer (trulalu)
    Merchandiser (trulalu)
    Merchant (trulalu)
    Midwife (eklavu)
    Non-profit founder or manager (trulalu)
    Oceanographer (trulalu)
    Plumber (eklavu)
    Producer (trulalu)
    Rancher (eklavu)
    Sailor (trulalu)
    Shipping clerk (trulalu)
    Shopkeeper (trulalu)

    Thursday, May 01, 2008

    counting eggs before they hatch

    Why not?

    Places to visit:
    *Local:
    1. Donsol
    2. Bolinao

    • Snorkeling sa Santiago Island(011909)
    • Snorkeling sa Silaqui Island(011909)
    • Surfing sa Ikong's Resort in June & July (10 ft waves!!!)
    3. Alaminos

    • 100 Islands
    4. Cebu

    • Moalboal
    • Bantayan Island (forevah)
    5. Cagayan De Oro

    • White Water Rafting
    • Jumping off 30ft bridge to reach white water rafting location
    • Canopy Walk
    6. Tali Beach, Batangas

    • Jump off 7ft, 30 ft and 65+ ft cliff
    7. Camiguin

    • Snorkel sa Underwater Cemetery (miski magmukha akong tanga kebs!)
    • White Island sand bar
    8. Apo Reef, Mindoro

    • Snorkeling (021409)
    • Star gazing (one of the most beautiful thing you will ever see in your lifetime)(ever.)
    • Scuba diving
    9. Lingayen Gulf

    • Witness magnificent breakwaters.
    10. Puerto-Princesa Subterranean River National Park
    11. Batanes
    12. Caramoan Islands
    13. Calaguas
    14. Tubbataha Reef
    15. Coron
    16. Thunderbird Resorts Poro POint(092009)


    International:
    1. China

    • Great Wall of China
    • Macau (di kasi ako nakapag-gala last time)(optional: bungee ulit)
    2. Taiwan

    • National Palace Museum (Na-enganyo sa Natl Geographic Channel)
    • Streetfood (I so miss Taiwan.)(sarap ng pagkain dito!!!)
    3. Any country along the Mediterranean

    • Eat authentic Mediterranean food (Arrrhhhh.....)*drool*
    • Go to any Mediterranean beach (and not get insecured with the sunbathers.)
    4. Thailand

    • Phuket
    • Koh Tao
    • Phi Phi Island
    • Patpong (and the fantabulous, supektible and downright gross pingpong girls!)
    5. Maldives

    6. Malaysia

    • Skydiving
    7. Paris

    8. Pinagtaguan ni Anne Frank nung WW2

    9. Auschwitz Birkenau

    Bakit hinde? Go lang ng go!

    Things to buy:
    1. A nice point and shoot camera na pwedeng underwater digicam na ren na HINDI OLYMPUS.
    2. iTrip for iPod (hindi siya iTrip, pero kyere)
    3. iPod shuffle (inarbor yuung sa nanay, kyere)
    4. Snorkel with filter (para pwede sumisid) (011708)
    5. Fins (rubber, open toe. Optional strap)
    6. Sturdy walking boots (nasira yung sakin sa Japan & Divisoria)
    7. Nice casual dress
    8. 2 bedroom unit at the McKinley or house and lot (McKinley ren)
    9. Ford Escape (matagal ko na pinapangarap talaga)
    10. Doc Marten's

    Things to do:
    1. Pay all my debts & all my family's debts (one time only after niyan bahala na) (yes, seryosong usapan na to)
    2. Buy a house for dad na may malaking yard para sa mga askal niya, at pwede siya magtanim ng kung ano ano./bilhin yung lote sa likod ng bahay namin.
    3. Scuba diving lessons
    4. Set up a shoe & clothing store or outlet at the following locations:

    • Rockwell
    • Rustan's
    • Alabang Town Center
    • Lane Crawford (all store locations)
    • Takashimaya (all store locations)
    • Siam Paragon
    5. Set up a shoe factory
    6. Be a yoga instructor. Miski once lang just to get the feeling.
    7. Learn how to swim (how ironic.)
    8. Learn to fly an airplane.
    9. Catch a snake. Kill it. Skin it. Have it tanned. *shudder*
    10. Climb a mountain or go to the edge of a cliff and SHOUT AT THE TOP OF MY VOICE.
    11. Learn how to cook.
    12. Have lots of friends who are lawyers (at least 5 friends who I am in constant communication with)
    13. Learn how to surf!!!
    14. Carlos Celdran's Old Manila Walks

    Why not?