Gloria in excelsis deo.
at kahit hindi Pasko, tayo ay magbigayan....
A Blessed Christmas to you....=)
About Me
- barbs
- i am: a poem. a song. a sonnet.student of life.dangerously charming.reluctant hearthrob.wicked softie. poet in recluse,writer at heart.sportswriter in perpetuity.grounded romantic.reformed caffeine addict.photojournalist wannabe.closet diva.digs poetry readings.coffee talks.museum talks.nights on Bora beach.Neruda disciple.Coelho fan.frustrated rockstar.miffed painter.teacher.mentor.coach.counselor.sister.friend.
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Thursday, December 21, 2006
heraclitus.
it is in changing that we find our purpose....Heraclitus
i have never encountered so many crossroads in my life.
it seems as if i have found myself entangled in a web of pause-and-think, wait-and-see, stop and go.
i have let it slip...close friends and now to you - who have been silently reading my blog, that December is a month of discernment for me....
i have appended something new to this month of merry-making, nippy mornings, lights blinking perpetually until the day's light snatches its very life....it's a month which i must cautiously tread and patiently live...weigh things that have been cramping my head for some months now....
i would be taken aback with the small spurts of affirmation that i'd encounter every now and then..and it's always a warm, vaporous feeling that i'd be awashed with....
and then Gil Grissome would hit me, "it is in changing that we find our purpose".
maybe, i have known my purpose all along...and the surrealness of my current existence only affirms the need to come back to the one thing that has kept me alive....
i have never encountered so many crossroads in my life.
it seems as if i have found myself entangled in a web of pause-and-think, wait-and-see, stop and go.
i have let it slip...close friends and now to you - who have been silently reading my blog, that December is a month of discernment for me....
i have appended something new to this month of merry-making, nippy mornings, lights blinking perpetually until the day's light snatches its very life....it's a month which i must cautiously tread and patiently live...weigh things that have been cramping my head for some months now....
i would be taken aback with the small spurts of affirmation that i'd encounter every now and then..and it's always a warm, vaporous feeling that i'd be awashed with....
and then Gil Grissome would hit me, "it is in changing that we find our purpose".
maybe, i have known my purpose all along...and the surrealness of my current existence only affirms the need to come back to the one thing that has kept me alive....
Monday, December 18, 2006
hangin' out with the boys....
last Friday, i had two parties to attend.
it was Ms. Beth's bday and she was given a bash by Ms. Mia Concio. coolness.
just when i thought i'd spend the rest of my stay counting the leaves of grass, i got sandwiched by these cool guys.
whew. 'steeg.
it was Ms. Beth's bday and she was given a bash by Ms. Mia Concio. coolness.
just when i thought i'd spend the rest of my stay counting the leaves of grass, i got sandwiched by these cool guys.
whew. 'steeg.
stream of consciousness
31 may 2006
wednesday
stream of consciousness.
In between the floating tears and whispering smiles, I saw your voice.
In between the gaps and pauses, I caught my laugh and was surprised to share
yours. The period between then and now amused me, was humbled and it held
me in awe.
The streaming pool of liquid verse that has escaped me, now has the
semblance of words. The periodic throbbing of jangled smiles now cascades in a
waterfall of laughter.
Amused.
Humbled.
In tempered period, I fall in step with the cadence of each word.
In awe.
For how, in the brevity of the moment can two souls find peace in silence?
How, in a wink of time can a laugh be shared and exhaled almost simultaneously?
In sync. In tuned. In stride.
Friday, December 15, 2006
chicken soupie!
chicken soupie!
i'm now a proud owner of this book.
>imagine my smile going on a 360 degree turn!<>smile< >wink!<>
i love it. really.
---o0o0o0o0o---
When you speak, your words echo only across the room or down the hall. But when you write, your words echo down the ages.
Bud Garner, Chicken Soup For the Writer's Soul
a prelude to the text written by Kris Mackay
---o0o0o0o0o0o---
huddled on my bus seat, I was reading Mackay's entry.
i was warmed with the text, much more with the title of her piece -- Writing Is My Destiny.
after finishing the piece, i smiled.
i slightly bowed my head. closed my eyes. and sighed.
i was oblivious to the the incomprehensible babble that the bus radio's been spitting.
the text tilted anew the drum of volatile emotions i've been carrying for some time now...
that small voice whispered anew...writing is your destiny.
the voice, for all of its softness and smallness, echoed inside my head, reverberated throughout my body and i shudder at its comforting warmth.
i try not to cry as i compose this entry.
i try to blink out the stinging from the peripherals of my eyes.
i cannot afford to shed tears. in broad daylight. inside my cube.
i miss writing. i miss the dynamics of an actual coverage. personal interview. sketching people and events as it unfold.
but it doesn't mean i'm not enjoying my job now. i do. i love my bosses and the people who make me smile every time i step my toes in the sometimes slippery floors of the PR world.
somehow, this stolen moments of bloggin comforts me.
still, nothing beats a nice journal and pen...but then, it has become a luxury together with the time of solitude it demands...
blogging is both a challenge and skill...hehehe
you try to compress your thoughts as it comes in a rush...can it in words and save it in this seemingly pitless portal of (semi-)private niche of the cyberspace. you try to cramp everything before the clock bids you to stop as the boss is well on his way back from lunch.
hay...another serving of chicken soupie please? (",)
i'm now a proud owner of this book.
>imagine my smile going on a 360 degree turn!<>smile< >wink!<>
i love it. really.
---o0o0o0o0o---
When you speak, your words echo only across the room or down the hall. But when you write, your words echo down the ages.
Bud Garner, Chicken Soup For the Writer's Soul
a prelude to the text written by Kris Mackay
---o0o0o0o0o0o---
huddled on my bus seat, I was reading Mackay's entry.
i was warmed with the text, much more with the title of her piece -- Writing Is My Destiny.
after finishing the piece, i smiled.
i slightly bowed my head. closed my eyes. and sighed.
i was oblivious to the the incomprehensible babble that the bus radio's been spitting.
the text tilted anew the drum of volatile emotions i've been carrying for some time now...
that small voice whispered anew...writing is your destiny.
the voice, for all of its softness and smallness, echoed inside my head, reverberated throughout my body and i shudder at its comforting warmth.
i try not to cry as i compose this entry.
i try to blink out the stinging from the peripherals of my eyes.
i cannot afford to shed tears. in broad daylight. inside my cube.
i miss writing. i miss the dynamics of an actual coverage. personal interview. sketching people and events as it unfold.
but it doesn't mean i'm not enjoying my job now. i do. i love my bosses and the people who make me smile every time i step my toes in the sometimes slippery floors of the PR world.
somehow, this stolen moments of bloggin comforts me.
still, nothing beats a nice journal and pen...but then, it has become a luxury together with the time of solitude it demands...
blogging is both a challenge and skill...hehehe
you try to compress your thoughts as it comes in a rush...can it in words and save it in this seemingly pitless portal of (semi-)private niche of the cyberspace. you try to cramp everything before the clock bids you to stop as the boss is well on his way back from lunch.
hay...another serving of chicken soupie please? (",)
Thursday, December 14, 2006
some...
some people don't deserve your company. they don't deserve to be around people at all.
some people don't deserve your friendship. they don't deserve to have friends at all.
some people don't deserve a micro-second of your time.
they don't have worth in the first place.
some people don't deserve to be heard. the words they blurt do not hold weight as compared to a spit on the ground. their voice are a waste of sound.
some people are real and then some are just a waste of flesh.
some people can be a jaw-dropping looker, but then, that's all they had.
just a another pretty face on the surface, minus a smudge of brain underneath.
and then they'd get into thinking they're profound.
wow. some people.
some people don't deserve your friendship. they don't deserve to have friends at all.
some people don't deserve a micro-second of your time.
they don't have worth in the first place.
some people don't deserve to be heard. the words they blurt do not hold weight as compared to a spit on the ground. their voice are a waste of sound.
some people are real and then some are just a waste of flesh.
some people can be a jaw-dropping looker, but then, that's all they had.
just a another pretty face on the surface, minus a smudge of brain underneath.
and then they'd get into thinking they're profound.
wow. some people.
reliving the 80s.
i'm suffering from a Christmas party hangover.
not because i had downed one too many alcohol bevs - fact is, i only had two glasses of red wine - but because i'd like to wear my 80s get-up a tad bit longer....
and of course, i'd want to get my share of snooze completely.
i have to finish two column feeds and get that three feature drafts goin'...
but my brain's a mush and i'm dreaming of Prisonbreak's Michael Scoffield right at this moment....
sigh.
-----
last night's party was cool.
twas something i really enjoyed even if i was rushing from one end to another and hopping from one table to the next.
i'm tired so, might as well let the pix do the talking.
together with the rest of the girls inside the bathroom.
we love our shoes! ehehehe
mga katatapos lang mag-make-up. and for an amateur like me, not bad.
special thanks to Ate Unis. >wink!<
feeling high school musical!
panalo di ba?!
pang-kulit. kasama ang kapatid ko sa QTV.
sabi ng aming mudra, si Ms.A, pang-Starstruck! hahahahaha
buti na lang wala si Big Boss nang kunan kami ni Ate Friezy sa hallway. hehehehe
kundi, mapapasubo siya sa amin. kakaririn ko ang pagpapa-picture with him in my 80s get-up!
with the MB family. saya!
one of the boys, again?! hahahahaha
with the beautiful entertainment press.
eto pa ang pang-kulit.
at isa pa! hahahahaha
it was a great night.
the parking lot was not spared!
i love the 80s! ahahahahahay
not because i had downed one too many alcohol bevs - fact is, i only had two glasses of red wine - but because i'd like to wear my 80s get-up a tad bit longer....
and of course, i'd want to get my share of snooze completely.
i have to finish two column feeds and get that three feature drafts goin'...
but my brain's a mush and i'm dreaming of Prisonbreak's Michael Scoffield right at this moment....
sigh.
-----
last night's party was cool.
twas something i really enjoyed even if i was rushing from one end to another and hopping from one table to the next.
i'm tired so, might as well let the pix do the talking.
together with the rest of the girls inside the bathroom.
we love our shoes! ehehehe
mga katatapos lang mag-make-up. and for an amateur like me, not bad.
special thanks to Ate Unis. >wink!<
feeling high school musical!
panalo di ba?!
pang-kulit. kasama ang kapatid ko sa QTV.
sabi ng aming mudra, si Ms.A, pang-Starstruck! hahahahaha
buti na lang wala si Big Boss nang kunan kami ni Ate Friezy sa hallway. hehehehe
kundi, mapapasubo siya sa amin. kakaririn ko ang pagpapa-picture with him in my 80s get-up!
with the MB family. saya!
one of the boys, again?! hahahahaha
with the beautiful entertainment press.
eto pa ang pang-kulit.
at isa pa! hahahahaha
it was a great night.
the parking lot was not spared!
i love the 80s! ahahahahahay
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
dandruff-free.
when you're free from dandruff, you're free to shine.
this came as an echo, a fraction of a second before i start my suppossedly entry.
i laughed - not because of the outright truth that the statement blinks, but moreso i was struck with the probably metaphor it suggests.
----
has it ever crossed your mind, how some individuals are no different from a dandruff-flake?
you're smiling. and it's not even a joke.
seriously. some people must have been born with the specs of that obnoxious scalp itchiness embedded in their genetic blueprint. hah.
this came as an echo, a fraction of a second before i start my suppossedly entry.
i laughed - not because of the outright truth that the statement blinks, but moreso i was struck with the probably metaphor it suggests.
----
has it ever crossed your mind, how some individuals are no different from a dandruff-flake?
you're smiling. and it's not even a joke.
seriously. some people must have been born with the specs of that obnoxious scalp itchiness embedded in their genetic blueprint. hah.
define dandruff.
Webster said it's a noun. it refers to scales of skin on the scalp, under the hair and scurf.
hmmm...pretty vague. let's try Mr. Wiktionary.
He defined it as scaly white dead skin flakes from the human scalp.
hmmm..and when skin cells lose its vitality, it becomes dead. it becomes hard. crusty. flaky. and dreadfully itchy.
pretty much like individuals who have lost their sense of purpose, sense of responsibility and self-reliance. they merely depend on other people to think, to pre-determine their wants. hence, it's little wonder that what's left within their system is a diluted grasp of philosophies and literature - not to mention the values and principles - that had once made our country the envy of our neighbors.
day in, day out, you could see individuals reduced to an almost dandruff-like state - flamboyantly passive, obnoxious, stubbornly stagnant.
dandruff's a sore sight in one's head. not exactly the kind of crowning glory that any long-haired person would like to nurture.
and anyone whose acting like such is not exactly the kind of individual that this country needs.
i attended my mom's Gawad Dangal event last Tuesday and they had the founder of Gawad Kalinga as one of the guest speaker. i was struck with three things that he shared with the audience.
one, that we should demand greatness from within ourselves.
two, that we should demand greatness from others.
three, that we should thank God for being Filipinos.
needless to say, the guy remains steadfast in his belief that Filipinos, our brown-skinned race, is one of the greatest race that Mother Earth nurtures.
i believe him.
that's why i urge you to shake off that flaky attittude.
go dandruff-free, if you know what i mean. >wink!<
Monday, December 11, 2006
i don't need...
i don't need the silence of the dawn for affirmation that it's another Christmas spent without you...you who is yet to be named..yet to be unmasked...yet to be called..yet to be met.
the chill trace of December's frosty tips is enough.
and yet, surprisingly, i feel warmed.
with the thought, in passing, in a blink, in its brevity...that somewhere, you are just there.
awaiting for happenstance perhaps. beckoning serendipity. or chancing on that right cadence of time.
the craziness of packed malls, of stiffling bazaars, of repulsive traffice does little to disconcert me from feeling a sense of bliss.
and it was not even fleeting.
it came on a Monday mid-afternoon. in between instructions. finding its comfortable spot in a wedge of Christmas PArty discussion.
floating over my head. wafting through my unbinded tresses. whispering into my ears. tickling my lids. tugging at my lips.
it forced its way from the corners of my soul. dribbling into my belly. through my heart.pouring out of my mouth.
i smiled.
it's the thought of You that's unhaunting me..rather, falling in a steady throb with my thoughts that had me smiling....
it had me smiling...on a cloudy, windy day.
the chill trace of December's frosty tips is enough.
and yet, surprisingly, i feel warmed.
with the thought, in passing, in a blink, in its brevity...that somewhere, you are just there.
awaiting for happenstance perhaps. beckoning serendipity. or chancing on that right cadence of time.
the craziness of packed malls, of stiffling bazaars, of repulsive traffice does little to disconcert me from feeling a sense of bliss.
and it was not even fleeting.
it came on a Monday mid-afternoon. in between instructions. finding its comfortable spot in a wedge of Christmas PArty discussion.
floating over my head. wafting through my unbinded tresses. whispering into my ears. tickling my lids. tugging at my lips.
it forced its way from the corners of my soul. dribbling into my belly. through my heart.pouring out of my mouth.
i smiled.
it's the thought of You that's unhaunting me..rather, falling in a steady throb with my thoughts that had me smiling....
it had me smiling...on a cloudy, windy day.
skimming...
skimming through my blog, i noticed two comments from dear friends. and it made me smile.
especially....'wag na nga lang...hehehehehe
but it's nice to note that another person's skimming through my thoughts. whether out of boredom, plain curiosity or just for props --- i don't mind. it's just nice that someone's spending sometime reading my thoughts, be it in silence or aloud.
hmmmm....
it's raining outside.
it's yesterday's leftover and i really don't mind..
--- even if it had the edges of my pants dripping when i reported for work.
--- even if it pooled nasty puddles i had to avoid,one of which nearly causing me to trip all over my face.
--- even if i nearly slid and almost landed on my bumpers. thank good for my humps. hehehe
i love it when it rains.
and just a few hours ago, i listened to a borrowed CD (i won't name the collection, lest i'd be giving competition free publicity..hehehe) which contained one of my fave songs - "Tuwing Umuulan"...hmmmm
wala lang...i just happen to like the song.
and i also happen to like the rendition of the dude who's giving it his own interpretation.
it was smooth. suave. sincere.
minus the vocal pyrotechnics that some artists have taken the liberty to experiment with.
"...minsan pa ulan bumuhos ka 'wag nang tumigil pa. dalhin mo ma'y bagyo dalangin ito ng puso..sumasamo..pag-ibig ko'y umaapaw...damdamin ko'y humihiyaw sa tuwa...tuwing umuulan at kapiling ka..."
hmmmm...
especially....'wag na nga lang...hehehehehe
but it's nice to note that another person's skimming through my thoughts. whether out of boredom, plain curiosity or just for props --- i don't mind. it's just nice that someone's spending sometime reading my thoughts, be it in silence or aloud.
hmmmm....
it's raining outside.
it's yesterday's leftover and i really don't mind..
--- even if it had the edges of my pants dripping when i reported for work.
--- even if it pooled nasty puddles i had to avoid,one of which nearly causing me to trip all over my face.
--- even if i nearly slid and almost landed on my bumpers. thank good for my humps. hehehe
i love it when it rains.
and just a few hours ago, i listened to a borrowed CD (i won't name the collection, lest i'd be giving competition free publicity..hehehe) which contained one of my fave songs - "Tuwing Umuulan"...hmmmm
wala lang...i just happen to like the song.
and i also happen to like the rendition of the dude who's giving it his own interpretation.
it was smooth. suave. sincere.
minus the vocal pyrotechnics that some artists have taken the liberty to experiment with.
"...minsan pa ulan bumuhos ka 'wag nang tumigil pa. dalhin mo ma'y bagyo dalangin ito ng puso..sumasamo..pag-ibig ko'y umaapaw...damdamin ko'y humihiyaw sa tuwa...tuwing umuulan at kapiling ka..."
hmmmm...
skimming...
skimming through my blog, i noticed two comments from dear friends. and it made me smile.
especially....'wag na nga lang...hehehehehe
but it's nice to note that another person's skimming through my thoughts. whether out of boredom, plain curiosity or just for props --- i don't mind. it's just nice that someone's spending sometime reading my thoughts, be it in silence or aloud.
hmmmm....
it's raining outside.
it's yesterday's leftover and i really don't mind..
--- even if it had the edges of my dripping when i reported for work.
--- even if it pooled nasty puddles i had to avoid,one of which nearly causing me to trip all over my face.
--- even if i nearly slid and almost landed on my bumpers. thank good for my humps. hehehe
i love it when it rains.
and just a few hours ago, i listened to a borrowed CD (i won't name the collection, lest i'd be giving competition free publicity..hehehe) which contained one of my fave songs - "Tuwing Umuulan"...hmmmm
wala lang...i just happen to like the song.
and i also happen to like the rendition of the dude who's giving it his own interpretation.
it was smooth. suave. sincere.
minus the vocal pyrotechnics that some artists have taken the liberty to experiment with.
"...minsan pa ulan bumuhos ka 'wag nang tumigil pa. dalhin mo ma'y bagyo dalangin ito ng puso..sumasamo..pag-ibig ko'y umaapaw...damdamin ko'y humihiyaw sa tuwa...tuwing umuulan at kapiling ka..."
and nope. i am not in love...well, at least not in the romantic sort of way.
why is it that (most) people would associate a woman's beauty (in bloom) as to being romantically in love? that someone from the opposite sex is making her feel aglow?
it's weird. really.
can't we look pretty just because we are happy? because we are deluged with happy thoughts? because a nice song is playing?
hmmmm...
especially....'wag na nga lang...hehehehehe
but it's nice to note that another person's skimming through my thoughts. whether out of boredom, plain curiosity or just for props --- i don't mind. it's just nice that someone's spending sometime reading my thoughts, be it in silence or aloud.
hmmmm....
it's raining outside.
it's yesterday's leftover and i really don't mind..
--- even if it had the edges of my dripping when i reported for work.
--- even if it pooled nasty puddles i had to avoid,one of which nearly causing me to trip all over my face.
--- even if i nearly slid and almost landed on my bumpers. thank good for my humps. hehehe
i love it when it rains.
and just a few hours ago, i listened to a borrowed CD (i won't name the collection, lest i'd be giving competition free publicity..hehehe) which contained one of my fave songs - "Tuwing Umuulan"...hmmmm
wala lang...i just happen to like the song.
and i also happen to like the rendition of the dude who's giving it his own interpretation.
it was smooth. suave. sincere.
minus the vocal pyrotechnics that some artists have taken the liberty to experiment with.
"...minsan pa ulan bumuhos ka 'wag nang tumigil pa. dalhin mo ma'y bagyo dalangin ito ng puso..sumasamo..pag-ibig ko'y umaapaw...damdamin ko'y humihiyaw sa tuwa...tuwing umuulan at kapiling ka..."
and nope. i am not in love...well, at least not in the romantic sort of way.
why is it that (most) people would associate a woman's beauty (in bloom) as to being romantically in love? that someone from the opposite sex is making her feel aglow?
it's weird. really.
can't we look pretty just because we are happy? because we are deluged with happy thoughts? because a nice song is playing?
hmmmm...
waxed off Season One.
i have just finished Prison Break's Season One, and i can't wait to start Season Two's serving.
to declare that the series is a must-see piece would be highly presumptuous of me. especially since i am no tv addict/syndicated canned shows connoisseur (sh*t, did i spell it right?! hahaha) and - without shame - biased.
to declare that the series is a must-see piece would be highly presumptuous of me. especially since i am no tv addict/syndicated canned shows connoisseur (sh*t, did i spell it right?! hahaha) and - without shame - biased.
sigh. my siblings and i together with our dear Tito Jr. enjoyed a good laugh when the last scene of Prison Break's Season Finale dotted off our screen.
whew! our latenight rendezvous with Michael and Scofield was surely titilliating.
and we all can't wait for the Christmas break to get kickin' so that we could thoroughly enjoy Season 2 without major glitches --- work next day, school, chores et. al, that it is with a heavy heart that we had to call off the next episode.
hehehehehehe
Season 2 and here's what to expect!!!!
and of course, more gorgeous servings of the Miller hunk..a.k.a. Michael Scoffield.
mmmhmmmm....>wink!<
Thursday, November 30, 2006
love at first sight of prison.
i can't help myself. it was love at first sight.
i was about to leave the stall of one of my suki in Quiapo yesterday, wherein, together with my bosses, we bought stacks of DVD goodies. hehehehe
when the guy manning the shop asked if i want "Prison Break" and readily flashed me the copy. when i caught glimpsed of the cover, i was beyond enchanted.
who wouldn't be?
if i'd be sentenced to serve my term with this beautiful specimen of the opposite sex, definitely, I WOULDN'T MIND!!!!
hi there, cellie! how about a welcome hug?!!!
sigh.
and my heart could not even tuck itself under my sleeves.
i couldn't wait for my mom's and bro's fave tv flick to end, that when the closing credits finally rolled, i turned on the player and fed the PrisonBreak disc.
and i was in heaven!
to say that Wentworth Miller is hot would be the major understatement of the century!
he is a demigod!
the story was just unfolding. but even before i was able to ingest the plot, it's definite:
Miller, a.k.a. Michael Scofield, has just elbowed his way on top of my very short list of guys who look good with shaven-slash-near-shaven-heads and with tattoos.
sexy...
very sexy...
very, very, sexy....
Royal Sexiness...
insanely hot stud!
so help me Lord!
i was about to leave the stall of one of my suki in Quiapo yesterday, wherein, together with my bosses, we bought stacks of DVD goodies. hehehehe
when the guy manning the shop asked if i want "Prison Break" and readily flashed me the copy. when i caught glimpsed of the cover, i was beyond enchanted.
who wouldn't be?
if i'd be sentenced to serve my term with this beautiful specimen of the opposite sex, definitely, I WOULDN'T MIND!!!!
hi there, cellie! how about a welcome hug?!!!
sigh.
and my heart could not even tuck itself under my sleeves.
i couldn't wait for my mom's and bro's fave tv flick to end, that when the closing credits finally rolled, i turned on the player and fed the PrisonBreak disc.
and i was in heaven!
to say that Wentworth Miller is hot would be the major understatement of the century!
he is a demigod!
the story was just unfolding. but even before i was able to ingest the plot, it's definite:
Miller, a.k.a. Michael Scofield, has just elbowed his way on top of my very short list of guys who look good with shaven-slash-near-shaven-heads and with tattoos.
sexy...
very sexy...
very, very, sexy....
Royal Sexiness...
insanely hot stud!
so help me Lord!
Thursday, November 23, 2006
this one got some dude confused.
i am not your normal femme.
and this i say without apologies.
i am damn special in ways more than one.
and only special people outside my family circle know and appreciate my unique existence.
just today, at mid-morning, i found an officemate's remark rather amusing.
"Barbs, nagtataka na ako sa'yo ha. boxing, tapos ngayon gusto mo namang mag-motor," he noted as we were crossing the short distance between the bank and our office complex, dodging cars and smokes at the same time.
it came after i nonchalantly blurted that i could spend the 174K tucked inside my Vietnamese bag in a day. i'd buy a motorcyle. it doesn't matter that i'm not initiated in the basics and dynamics of driving one, but i'm buying one. hehehehe
i smiled.
slightly amused at the thought that i got this dude confused with my sexuality.
hahahaha
as if my gender is something that he should be adding to his list of workload.
nyahahaha
lesbian i am not. and i have nothing against homosexuals.
am perfectly in touch with my feminine side and i am comfortable with the thought and concept that i enjoy testosterone-driven sports-slash-hobbies more than an average Juana could possibly take.
i like wearing stillettos (i've got five three-inched heels and counting!) and skirts, inasmuch as i'm comfortable with sneakers and crosstrainers.
i like skirts, blouses and baby-tees, inasmuch as i love wearing cargos, shorts and sandos.
i like dangling earrings - the longer the better!
and i'm starting to like sweeping a nice blush on my cheeks!
but i also like breaking a sweat by boxing - something i'm really aching to go back, cycling - my current passion, and running (soccer game!).
so, i think it's bordering on shallowness to pin on someone's activities as a gender barometer.
did i had u confused as well? >wink!<
and this i say without apologies.
i am damn special in ways more than one.
and only special people outside my family circle know and appreciate my unique existence.
just today, at mid-morning, i found an officemate's remark rather amusing.
"Barbs, nagtataka na ako sa'yo ha. boxing, tapos ngayon gusto mo namang mag-motor," he noted as we were crossing the short distance between the bank and our office complex, dodging cars and smokes at the same time.
it came after i nonchalantly blurted that i could spend the 174K tucked inside my Vietnamese bag in a day. i'd buy a motorcyle. it doesn't matter that i'm not initiated in the basics and dynamics of driving one, but i'm buying one. hehehehe
i smiled.
slightly amused at the thought that i got this dude confused with my sexuality.
hahahaha
as if my gender is something that he should be adding to his list of workload.
nyahahaha
lesbian i am not. and i have nothing against homosexuals.
am perfectly in touch with my feminine side and i am comfortable with the thought and concept that i enjoy testosterone-driven sports-slash-hobbies more than an average Juana could possibly take.
i like wearing stillettos (i've got five three-inched heels and counting!) and skirts, inasmuch as i'm comfortable with sneakers and crosstrainers.
i like skirts, blouses and baby-tees, inasmuch as i love wearing cargos, shorts and sandos.
i like dangling earrings - the longer the better!
and i'm starting to like sweeping a nice blush on my cheeks!
but i also like breaking a sweat by boxing - something i'm really aching to go back, cycling - my current passion, and running (soccer game!).
so, i think it's bordering on shallowness to pin on someone's activities as a gender barometer.
did i had u confused as well? >wink!<
Saturday, November 18, 2006
post script.
ahem.
a visit to the block's fully-booked surely dented my mental foreplay on the 101 ways i could enjoy my dream wish list.
sigh.
i've made a note on the books i would love to receive from friends this Christmas...
1. dear john, nicholas sparks (please, i want the hardbound one....please?)
2. a bridge across forever, richard bach (someone borrowed this precious from me and i'm sure after reading it, the creature wouldn't want to part with it anymore..)
3. spinning straw into gold, joan gould
4. the devil and ms. prym, paolo coelho
5. zahir, paolo coelho
6. memoirs of my melancholy whore, gabriel garcia marquez
8. the count of monte cristo, alexandre dumas
there you go...
kindly make a note on this blog on whichever title you wish to give me so that i won't have double copies of the book...>wishing talaga!<
i love you friends. >wink!<
a visit to the block's fully-booked surely dented my mental foreplay on the 101 ways i could enjoy my dream wish list.
sigh.
i've made a note on the books i would love to receive from friends this Christmas...
1. dear john, nicholas sparks (please, i want the hardbound one....please?)
2. a bridge across forever, richard bach (someone borrowed this precious from me and i'm sure after reading it, the creature wouldn't want to part with it anymore..)
3. spinning straw into gold, joan gould
4. the devil and ms. prym, paolo coelho
5. zahir, paolo coelho
6. memoirs of my melancholy whore, gabriel garcia marquez
8. the count of monte cristo, alexandre dumas
there you go...
kindly make a note on this blog on whichever title you wish to give me so that i won't have double copies of the book...>wishing talaga!<
i love you friends. >wink!<
Friday, November 17, 2006
christmas wish ramblings.
it's christmas.
literally, i could feel it on my toes! and i kid you not.
i can't believe how hard it is for me to haul up my ass and part with my pillows these past few days. the less-than-nippy morning cold is getting all too wonderfully...well, cold for me that it makes me reach for my blankie and snuggle more into my pillow-coccoon.
sigh.
I LOVE CHRISTMAS.
it's my all-time favorite time of the year. second to my birthday.
and nope, it has nothing to do with presents.
come to think of it, in my 27 years of existence, i don't have a mountain of presents to boast of. only a maximum outflow of cash come this season as i have this tendency to really splurge on food and gifts, especially to my love ones.
and i'm not bragging. it's just me thinking out loud.
methinks yesterday's late afternoon activity hasn't totally evaporated from my mind yet.
the pre-closing adrenaline rush over our 'small office party' has intensely rubbed on a contagious kind of cheer.
we're all agog with our respective wish list that we tacked on our whiteboard.
our wish list for those peeps who have blindlessly picked our name from the cutesy makeshift bowl that Ate Friesy has passed around, and are imposed to receive gifts from on the 8th of December. hahaha
wishes ranging from a guitar, DVD copies of fave movies, CDs, flowers and IL POSTINO books sparsely peppered our whiteboard which is usually scribbled with CorpComm's events for the week/month.
literally, i could feel it on my toes! and i kid you not.
i can't believe how hard it is for me to haul up my ass and part with my pillows these past few days. the less-than-nippy morning cold is getting all too wonderfully...well, cold for me that it makes me reach for my blankie and snuggle more into my pillow-coccoon.
sigh.
I LOVE CHRISTMAS.
it's my all-time favorite time of the year. second to my birthday.
and nope, it has nothing to do with presents.
come to think of it, in my 27 years of existence, i don't have a mountain of presents to boast of. only a maximum outflow of cash come this season as i have this tendency to really splurge on food and gifts, especially to my love ones.
and i'm not bragging. it's just me thinking out loud.
methinks yesterday's late afternoon activity hasn't totally evaporated from my mind yet.
the pre-closing adrenaline rush over our 'small office party' has intensely rubbed on a contagious kind of cheer.
we're all agog with our respective wish list that we tacked on our whiteboard.
our wish list for those peeps who have blindlessly picked our name from the cutesy makeshift bowl that Ate Friesy has passed around, and are imposed to receive gifts from on the 8th of December. hahaha
wishes ranging from a guitar, DVD copies of fave movies, CDs, flowers and IL POSTINO books sparsely peppered our whiteboard which is usually scribbled with CorpComm's events for the week/month.
scanning it anew just this morning just made me smile. >wink<
i dunno why....Christmas does that to me.
you know...sporting a silly smile just because i feel happy.
and it's one feeling i have sorely missed for quite some time.
I AM HAPPY!
that bubbly, spirited, really happy happy.
hmmmm....
maybe, it won't hurt to jot down my Christmas wish list.
hey, i'm all out for WORLD PEACE, LOVE, END OF POVERTY AND CORRUPTION stuff.
just let this poor urbanite wiggle out of corporate reality okay? >wink<
hmmmm...lemme see....
1. a copy of Neruda's 100 Love Sonnets and a Song of Despair
2. a really, really nice journal
3. a really, really nice fountain pen
4. a desk lamp
5. a laptop (40 gig, DVD burner/reader, Wi-Fi ready)
6. 30gig iPod
7. Nike backpack
8. Nike Cross Trainers
9. Nike Running Shoes
10. wishing bracelets
i've only got 10 dude...
whew! re-reading it, i laughed silently. of course, who would give me these stuff?
i heart myself.
of course, i could dream right? (",)
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
ode to a beautiful nude.
"the moon lives in the lining of your beautiful skin..."
Ode to A Beautiful Nude, Pablo Neruda
Ode to A Beautiful Nude, Pablo Neruda
waves and stars.
i really pity those peeps who find hanging out with much older people boring. fact is, there's so much to learn from their stories, behavior, personal issues and stuff that we twentysomething creatures only get to see from the spillings of Bridget Jones' diaries.
it's even nicer that some of the more mature bunch get to hear out our wisecracks and at times heed our advise on things.
last Saturday night, i had the chance to hang out with my ate Carol...well, actually, she's my aunt. considering that my mom and her are first cousins. hehehe still it doesn't matter that much as long as the respect is there, ayt?
there i was
bunched with ate carol, her girl (space) friend ate gracie and another family friend, kuya mar. it was like we're the "angels" and our "charlie" is this dude in pink who drove us around in his spanking Ford Lynx. hah!
first stop, RATSKY's. while we waited for the act of K and the boxers, we had to keep ourselves from falling asleep (actually, si ate Grace, nakatulog na sitting down! hahahaha) as this rather forgettable band do their thing. kaya siguro naubos namin ang dalawang plato ng spaghetti bolognese and carbonara!
hayun oh! nakikita n'yo ba? actually, akala ko 'di namin mauubos. isang malaking maling akala. dahil habang tumatawag ang aking mga fellow diyosa, inupakan na namin ni kuya mar ang bolognese. and in the word of a true-blue QTV Biyahero (naks! plugging!) certified RAPSA! ini. >wink!< >wink!<>
in fairnez, cutie pie naman 'yung isa sa mga lead vocalists, pero 'pag naka-side view lang. hahahaha >i'm soooo mean!<
after K's set, we paid the bill and left. the night is still young so we goofed a bit on our way to the parking lot.
hayan ang mag-best buddies of the night.
kuya mar suggested we troop to Baywalk to get some coffee.
we parked the car and walked, trying to be oblivious to the stares of fellow night owls that had the whole stretch of the boulevard teeming with their presence.
i was tempted to ogle back, but then, there's nothing nice to fix my eyes on so i merely scanned the place while trying to walk on the pocked-faced pavement on my three-and-a-half stillettos.
and just before we reached PICC, we have all agreed to grab the hot brew somewhere else - Blue Wave! Yahoo!!!!!
this time, it was only Kuya Mar who trooped back to the parking lot. saving my fellow goddesses the possibility of spraining their ankles or falling flat on their faces. hehehehe
and while waiting for our "charlie" i pulled out my cam and started clicking away ---
>>>with my tita Carol. naks. 
>>>US Girls! >wink!<
i would've clicked some more but ate Carol would rather have her photos deleted >rolling my eyes<
at the backset of the car, enjoying the space with ate grace, i clicked some more.
there you go. hahahaha
ang layo-layo ng pinuntahan namin, Starvexz din pala ang aming kinabagsakan!
there's kuya mar with the ladies.
us girls again.
and again.
siyempre, this time, katabi naman namin ni ate grace si kuya mar.
>>
and then a shot for posterity.
and one of myself. dahil ayaw na magpakuha ni ate Carol. hahaha
it was a little past three when we called it a morn. hahahahaha
who says going out with the more mature crowd is boring? maybe, you're not just attentive enough. >wink!<
it's even nicer that some of the more mature bunch get to hear out our wisecracks and at times heed our advise on things.
last Saturday night, i had the chance to hang out with my ate Carol...well, actually, she's my aunt. considering that my mom and her are first cousins. hehehe still it doesn't matter that much as long as the respect is there, ayt?
there i was
bunched with ate carol, her girl (space) friend ate gracie and another family friend, kuya mar. it was like we're the "angels" and our "charlie" is this dude in pink who drove us around in his spanking Ford Lynx. hah!first stop, RATSKY's. while we waited for the act of K and the boxers, we had to keep ourselves from falling asleep (actually, si ate Grace, nakatulog na sitting down! hahahaha) as this rather forgettable band do their thing. kaya siguro naubos namin ang dalawang plato ng spaghetti bolognese and carbonara!
hayun oh! nakikita n'yo ba? actually, akala ko 'di namin mauubos. isang malaking maling akala. dahil habang tumatawag ang aking mga fellow diyosa, inupakan na namin ni kuya mar ang bolognese. and in the word of a true-blue QTV Biyahero (naks! plugging!) certified RAPSA! ini. >wink!< >wink!<>in fairnez, cutie pie naman 'yung isa sa mga lead vocalists, pero 'pag naka-side view lang. hahahaha >i'm soooo mean!<
after K's set, we paid the bill and left. the night is still young so we goofed a bit on our way to the parking lot.
hayan ang mag-best buddies of the night.kuya mar suggested we troop to Baywalk to get some coffee.
we parked the car and walked, trying to be oblivious to the stares of fellow night owls that had the whole stretch of the boulevard teeming with their presence.
i was tempted to ogle back, but then, there's nothing nice to fix my eyes on so i merely scanned the place while trying to walk on the pocked-faced pavement on my three-and-a-half stillettos.
and just before we reached PICC, we have all agreed to grab the hot brew somewhere else - Blue Wave! Yahoo!!!!!
this time, it was only Kuya Mar who trooped back to the parking lot. saving my fellow goddesses the possibility of spraining their ankles or falling flat on their faces. hehehehe
and while waiting for our "charlie" i pulled out my cam and started clicking away ---
>>>with my tita Carol. naks. >>>US Girls! >wink!< i would've clicked some more but ate Carol would rather have her photos deleted >rolling my eyes<
at the backset of the car, enjoying the space with ate grace, i clicked some more.
there you go. hahahahaang layo-layo ng pinuntahan namin, Starvexz din pala ang aming kinabagsakan!
there's kuya mar with the ladies. us girls again. and again. siyempre, this time, katabi naman namin ni ate grace si kuya mar. >>
and then a shot for posterity. and one of myself. dahil ayaw na magpakuha ni ate Carol. hahahait was a little past three when we called it a morn. hahahahaha
who says going out with the more mature crowd is boring? maybe, you're not just attentive enough. >wink!<
Friday, November 10, 2006
financial briefing.
how does a former journalist prep up for press briefing? hmmm...it depends.
if it's a formal thing, then, once gotta prep really good. >wink!<
besides, i find it exciting nowadays dressing up and splashing some color in my otherwise pale >but definitely not bland<>maputi ako, period. kaya kinakailangan kong mag-make-up lalo na kung may events at mukha akong maputla.hahaha at talagang nag-effort mag-explain?!
everyone was upbeat. the early morn monitoring routine was stalled, albeit, temporarily so that everyone in our department are free to perfect their respective assignments.
and with this brief respite from our reading-cutting-and-pasting routine comes the chaos
of which my desk is very much a picture of.
ayos ba? hehehehe
everything was ready, two hours before our comrades from the print media came in by the batches giving us time to clown around a bit and allow our resident photog Kuya Vic to test his lenses on us.
here's ate chat, moi and jhops - goofing. hehehe
the corp.comm. ladies and a gentleman.
and they started to trickle in. enter ms.ian farinas - one of my fave, gamely posing with us at the reception.
so does dondon sermino.
ang kulit. hahahaha
and after all that has been said and done, it's back to my cube again.
same as the way i have left it. sigh. messy. chaotic. topsy-turvy.
still, there's plenty of room to smile. 
and smile. 
and smile some more.
if it's a formal thing, then, once gotta prep really good. >wink!<
besides, i find it exciting nowadays dressing up and splashing some color in my otherwise pale >but definitely not bland<>maputi ako, period. kaya kinakailangan kong mag-make-up lalo na kung may events at mukha akong maputla.hahaha at talagang nag-effort mag-explain?!
everyone was upbeat. the early morn monitoring routine was stalled, albeit, temporarily so that everyone in our department are free to perfect their respective assignments.
and with this brief respite from our reading-cutting-and-pasting routine comes the chaos
of which my desk is very much a picture of. ayos ba? heheheheeverything was ready, two hours before our comrades from the print media came in by the batches giving us time to clown around a bit and allow our resident photog Kuya Vic to test his lenses on us.
here's ate chat, moi and jhops - goofing. hehehe
the corp.comm. ladies and a gentleman.
and they started to trickle in. enter ms.ian farinas - one of my fave, gamely posing with us at the reception.
so does dondon sermino.
ang kulit. hahahaha
and after all that has been said and done, it's back to my cube again.
same as the way i have left it. sigh. messy. chaotic. topsy-turvy. still, there's plenty of room to smile. and smile. and smile some more.
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