it's the most wonderful time of the year!

Gloria in excelsis deo.

at kahit hindi Pasko, tayo ay magbigayan....

A Blessed Christmas to you....=)

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....

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.

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.

gregarious.

gregarious.

someone described me as gregarious.
i like it. >wink!<

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? (",)

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.

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

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.

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!<

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.

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...

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...

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.

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!<