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Friday, December 30th, 2005
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| Time: | 12:00 am. |
| Mood: |  contemplative. | | Music: | UltraElectroMagneticJam album. |
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Nakakatuwa rin palang tamarin while online. Nagagawa kong makapagbura ng pagkadami-daming mail sa gmail at yahoo ko, at may nadidiskubrehan pa akong mails na di ko pa pala nababasa. Or mga mails na sadyang tamad lang ako basahin.
Anyway, I was caught online by a classmate. He finally had the guts to go with his brain to transfer to a different company from GMA. From the usual abuso PA price, he's now earning almost same as mine--something which is initially fafetched for those who are opting for media, especially for starters.
Hmm. That's not too bad. He asked me up till when I'd stay in my company. I don't know, I told him. But I DO plan to go to media. Hopefully.
This afternoon I heard an ad regarding an opening for something related to radio broadcasting. Actually, I know somebody from that company, I'm just not sure if Blaire's still around. It was an option I toyed with back in college. I was imagining that if I would actually pass that, maybe I could do part time, except that would be über-hirap, balancing schedules and all.
But the hard part is, I'm not sure if I'm now ready to leave this job for a possibly lower-income one just tobe able to practice my field. I still haven't done any saving. And starting pays can really injure people.
And the hardest part I guess, I don't think I'd be able to leave HER too. Alone in that company, I mean.
Sigh. Nah. I'd rethink my actions soon. I have more idle time to think about them anyway.
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Friday, November 18th, 2005
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I'm keeping a strict watch on the EBay.ph item I'm eyeing. Man. A pair of Bauer (Canada) brand roller blades, usually around P3000+ now down to around P500. I placed a bid ng P600 lang. ako lang yung bidder so far, but I'm checking baka may mag bid last minute. Mahirap na.
Problem is, size is roughly 5-5 1/2. Relatively la namang problema dahil yun yung size ko, but man, what if kailangan pala ng konting adjustments or whatever? At hindi pala fit sa akin?
I'm gonna kill myself over a pair of P500 Bauer roller hockey skates. *hits head on the wall*
|| After 2 minutes. ***
Shet. Inaantok na ako. I'm still doing a strict vigil on the item. I'm actually lighting candles on my monitor. *crosses fingers*
|| ROughly 5 minutes after. **
Hah! Nobody else came to bid! It's mine! All mine! (That, of course, assuming it's my size. Sigh. God, make it an early christmas present. Thank you!)
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Wednesday, November 16th, 2005
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So let's say I've been a bit busy. I haven't been on my cyber responsibilities lately and I've been abandoning my journals. In fact, someone questioned my site if may kwenta ba daw.
Fine. Babalik ako. Promise. At may dala akong maraming kuwento. May litrato pa. Hintayin ninyo. ;-)
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Monday, October 17th, 2005
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Maxmax: Kumusta na ang Blackmoon?
JC: Ayun. Blackmoon pa rin.
JC: Di ko na inuupdate.
Maxmax: Oh?
JC: Livejournal na ako ngayon.
Maxmax: Talaga? Maganda rin kasi run,
eh no? Di nga lang user friendly mashado.
JC: Not a lot of people know about it. It's
mostly mine. Para mejo more privacy.
Maxmax: Eh paano kung makita rin siya ng mga
taong ayaw mong makita ang blog mo?
JC: ...
JC: Di naman siguro.
Kinain ko rin ang sinabi ko.
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Saturday, October 8th, 2005
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So I am again at loss for better words and better topics. Shoot me. I have better things to do with my life and yet here I am drowning a rainy mundane Saturday night with the sleek slight sophistication and no-fail air conditioning of Netopia Makati branch. Ah. One of the most favorite parts of Manila apart from the scary pick-pockets infested area of Baclaran. Baclaran screams of lower middle class life, and Makati screams of books. Books, books and more books.
Foolish of me to even add the term "books." For the past days I have been trying to revert to my old ways of comfortably settling with a book when the humdrum of the afternoons slice through me like lead going through the veins, and yet I am not even starting on anything. Oh, at least I was able to finish Lord of the Flies after a good humiliating 13 weeks. Finally. I don't want to think that I still haven't adapted to my current routines but it's just so hard to fit in things when you're just aiming at nothing. They're like New Year Resolutions when all you wanted is for Santa to just take them before you ever get the chance to pull an attempt at making them come true for the next 23 hours after twelve. Spare you the pain of even attempting.
In the middle of Ger's driving this afternoon I had the impulse to again send an sms to a friend I recently reconciled with. I asked when the next schedule of their mountain trekking would be. "Today," she replied. I held on to my phone, remembering the good money I paid it with. Irritation still kills me. Of course it was a perfectly logical answer, but I was hoping she'd at least answer with another schedule apart from today. I wanted to climb a mountain, goddamnit. I wanted to stretch my body on the sandy shores of any beach and possibly sleep there. I want to recharge. But I didn't answer anymore. She might blog about it somewhere and make it seem I gave different answers again.
Oh, yeah. You bitch. I read about that. Don't make it seem like they were my words. I would have made it more sarcastic if they were mine.
Anyhow, I tried keeping a checklist of things to accomplish at least in the near future. A password protected online organazer which I was able to successfully launch except I wasn't able to keep up-to-date. A blog with better and current updates, and more precise wordings and descriptions. More books. Long delayed pet projects. More gigs to go to. More piss-drunk sessions with anybody willing. Climb a mountain. Hug a tree.
So far, success rate as of today: 29%, and only because I made it successfully here in Makati just to attend Tani's production's anniversary gig.
Oh, I forgot some things: reinvent life. And stick to better decisions. Stop hurting people if I can't owe up to them.
Wow. That makes the success rate just flunk down to 5%. /////
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Monday, October 3rd, 2005
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I was looking for reasons to stay online while I was waiting for the darned mIRC to fully load Ani DiFranco's Untouchable Face into my system. Two things successfully caught my attention: a horny lesbian trying to make a pass to me sublimely, and two, the dove’s campaign for real beauty (http://www.campaignforrealbeauty.ph) website. Oh, and some leeching of that Harry Potter kid’s pic. No, I’m sorry, not Daniel Radcliffe, I mean the girl kid. Emma something. That kid is so pretty I swear if that girl ever comes to the Philippines (Or me going to Europe, either which), I would totally denounce everything that I am and offer my self to her feet. That, or just kidnap her while I’m crazy.
Anyhow. Like I said, I was reading the documentation of their surveys done in the Philippines, and amazingly enough, we topped the charts among Asia on the most number of women who believe they are satisfied with their looks, if not beautiful. Wow. Talk about belief in self. Don’t mistake that for mocking, I’m actually surprised that we still have a high regard for our selves. At least we don’t find ourselves inferior too much when it comes to at least beauty. Other elements, though, we have to put in debate.
What caught my attention, though, is how the Filipinas viewed television personalities with ironic observations. And so, I quote,
Across Asia, women feel that media and advertisers are setting unrealistically high standards and wish media and advertisers portrayed women of more diverse characteristics. Women in the Philippines are sending a very mixed message. On the one hand, more women there than anywhere in Asia say they think show business personalities and models are good role models for girls. But ironically, more women in the Philippines also say they felt "inadequate when they look at beautiful women in magazines," and wished media did a "better job of portraying women of diverse physical characteristics."
It’s like uplifting these females we so adore on television and yet condemn them for being beautiful.
I don’t understand. I’m sorry, but I don’t want my kids to be like little Chynna Ortalezas. Our nation is still evidently star struck with these people whose make-ups reach an inch-thick on the telly, and still has the guts to demand for diversity. Icons, they crave for. Hmm. I’m not too surprised if those women they surveyed were thinking “celebrity beauty” too when they got the poll. Not really innate radiance, not charming aspects, not natural beauty. Sad. But then that’s just a theory.
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Sunday, October 2nd, 2005
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Hell yeah, I'm proud of this. Siege eh. ;-) (sorry ngayon lang ang post. Last week pa dapat ito. :p ) I liked the later part of the text, dahil mejo cramped yung first part due to too many details, but over all, it was a somewhat nice read (and I adore the way you killed the vain kid). ü
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Monday, September 19th, 2005
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| Time: | 5:24 pm. |
| Music: | Why Can't I? - Liz Phair. |
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Why Can't I? - Liz Phair
Get a load of me, get a load of you
Walkin' down the street, and I hardly know you
It's just like we were meant to be
Holding hands with you when we're out at night
Got a girlfriend, you say it isn't right
And I've got someone waiting too
What if this is just the beginning
We're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Isn't this the best part of breakin' up
Finding someone else you can't get enough of
Someone who wants to be with you too
It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch
Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch
But wouldn't it be beautiful
Here we go, we're at the beginning
We haven't fucked yet, but my heads spinning
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
High enough for you to make me wonder
Where it's goin'
High enough for you to pull me under
Somethin's growin'
out of this that we can control
Baby I am dyin'
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Thanks to Tina. It's such an apt song.
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Wednesday, September 14th, 2005
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| Time: | 5:54 pm. |
| Mood: |  restless. |
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I really tend to wonder why I am letting myself become such a masochist lately. I mean, words just can't fool me enough; I just had to always think it has something to do with the wishes I have thrown somewhere near the far end of the cliff. Flew off the edge and was asking me to jump.
And what, find that the wishes teamed up with words and they weren't even courting me but someone else? Hahahahahaha. Although the fall would surely make me numb, I don't think I'd risk that tonight. Or tomorrow. Or maybe for the following days.
Anyhow. La Salle dear La Salle is oh so green today despite the difference in the color pallete. Dress down day for the college guys, so when Paul and I strolled around, not much of an effect was attained. We just blended in. I still sported my office attire, and Paul his usual casuals. Had to drop by at the office and hug everybody. I missed them. Too much. And as an additional stroke of luck, Marthy was also there and asked me to write for their indie mag. I liked the concept, except he asked me to stick around till 6pm for the group's baptism of fire. I told him over my dead body, which maybe he would soon see. A couple more fatalities and I just might trip on that.
Despite the dreaded inevitable elitism-ism of the HF group due to the increasing number of radical young minds joining, I felt relieved and somewhat jealous that more and more people inside HF acquire/have heavy personalities enough to rival two to three stupid common minds in LS. Too bad I wouldn't be able to meet them and really get close to them. Cholo is still sticking to his decision of disowning me as his theoretical sister, and Viva's tongue slipped somewhere along the lines of a possibility of a splendid affair between her and E.N. last summer. Jay's still comical. And JP...JP's still JP.
Sigh. I missed La Salle more. I bought myself a new ID container for my old college ID to make it look new.
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Wednesday, September 7th, 2005
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Somehow, someone somewhere would write something graphic, moving, beautiful and poignant about me. A feeling of appreciation of my soul, if not of my existence, should greatly emanate. Words, should show I was loved, even in secret.
When that happens, I wouldn't even be there to witness my own eulogy.
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Sunday, September 4th, 2005
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| Time: | 4:38 pm. |
| Mood: |  sleepy. |
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Family's into watching some episodes of The Naked Chef. Honestly. I don't even know if anybody is picking up anything, except maybe for my father, who would only dare to do the foods shown because it's hitting on his ego. They're just marveling at how cute the food always come out.
I'm counting the hours before I run to Greenbelt. I'm handing Tina over a burned copy of Waking Life, my favorite all-time philosophical vid (something I picked up from Kristine Fonacier's interview two, three years ago) to share. I missed reading one of her messages that she'd only be free from 1-4pm, so she freaked out when I asked to meet her up at 6pm. She gave in anyhow.
I'm still sleepy. My body's requesting an overtime for sleep. I already cut it some of the slack by ditching the gig at SaGuijo I was supposed to come to last night. It was just too logical: try going to a gig with no sleep plus give or take two bottles of beer and let's see if you don't end up somewhere in Bulacan while trying to get to Cavite. If you're still intact and un-robbed is out of the question.
I'm still wondering about what I'm bound to do come Monday. I have been swearing to get things right as soon as possible but it seems like I am merely imposing more hurt on myself. Let's just see if I can pull the strings right. Maybe I'm just looking for that last stretch of perfect memories to bag before finally going for the kill. It doesn't make sense anymore. Things are getting more obvious.
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Siege: I was looking for a copy of your work around Mega yesterday. Couldn't find any. Let's see if I can find one later on at Glor, okay? And let's see if I can have that autographed by the end of this month. ;-)
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Monday, August 29th, 2005
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Something that came from JE:
pano
kung
may
dumating
na
pekeng
JC...
pno mo
mki2la2 ang
22ong JC..?
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
Mga sagot nila:
From Paul:
1) Knows that i am lactose intolerant, I don't eat pastas, mushrooms, and other foods I hate;
2) knows my middle name
3) can cite all the movies we've watched and "places" we've gone to
4) can sing Kitchie's song and get 79 as score
5) and knows to turn me on whenever she's near ;-)
From Leslie:
Kung pano nya sbhn ang word n FUCK! With so much emotions! Hehe..Joke!ü
From Tintin:
Syempre pag siya yung babaeng may lawet! Yun ang totoong JC..Lav u bakla!ü
From Aubrey:
(peke si JC kung...)
1) Pag binara ko.
2) Pag barok mag english
3) Pag mabagal magsalita
4) Pag di nagpainom (kung di pa masaya sa work)
5) Pag nonsense kausap
From Ger:
1) ---
2) by how she looks at me
3) by how she blabs
4) ---
5) I'll close my eyes and let my instincts lead me.
From Liz:
1) Pag nageenglish kahit d lasing
2) May british accent pa
3) Pag ang socks ay rainbow
4) Pang koreana telenovela ang dating
5) Pag kadikit niya si Geray lagi
From Chii:
1) Di na22log
2) Nagbebenta ng credit card (some personal joke)
3) Tawag sa akin Chii
4) May gus2 kay Natalie Portman
5) Pinagiicp ako kht gus2 ko na ma2log o kumain. ü
From Aiz:
1) Adik sa kape dti,ewan ko ngaun.
2) yosi nya e yosi ng ngongo (?!?!)
3) Msrp lng kausap pg lacng
4) My nasal twang ang 'putang-ina' nya.
5. Artless.
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| Time: | 2:51 pm. |
| Mood: |  cold. |
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New post over at Blackmoon. For those who haven't checked the site for some time, today might be a good time for you guys to re-visit it. Nothing much, I just wanted to give it life today.
Anyway. Went on a drinking session with an old best friend back in high school. He's so discreetly gay, and I'm so discreetly bi. Goodness. We shared notes, learned more stories and kept more secrets. After that, I felt I have found a small personality to attach to my ailing self.
But after that, I left him something which I thought he'd take calmly and soon forget after I told him. I didn't realize he took it seriously. I wish I didn't make the decision of telling him. Now I have one soul to worry about whether he'd take that secret to the grave or not.
Anyhow, based on the talks we have done, I again remembered how easy it is to move-on. Madali lang naman makalimot, madali lang naman magisip na hayaan na lang ang mga bagay. Lalo na kung hindi ko rin naman kaya panagutan ang mga bagay sa huli ng lahat.
Ang tanong lang naman dun, ay kung bakit nga AYAW kong makalimot, o AYAW kong bumitaw. Pero mukhang dapat na nga. Kailangan ko nang hayaang siya ang magdesisyon para sa aming dalawa. At ngayon, talagang hahayaan ko na na siya na ang magdesisyon.
Kaya...bahala ka na.
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Monday, August 15th, 2005
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| Time: | 2:15 pm. |
| Mood: |  irritated. |
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My mother, always the all knowing, was lecturing this cousin who came to our place this afternoon when he came to pick up something. He happens to take up ECE at TUP, I believe. She, along with my father, was going about how he should consider what he wanted in life but be reasonable with it. My father then goes ranting about some kid he knows who took up some course the kid didn't have the heart to pursue after graduation just because he's shy. And then there's someone he knows who is taking this course but he's known to be a dum-dum but he's still doing well.
Why can't these people just stop putting corks on someone else's life? Tangina, limitahan ba daw. Pakialam naman nila sa balak gawin ng iba. Hindi naman sila yun eh. May buhay din naman yung mga iyon. *angry*
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Anyhow. Something that I have been itching to do since I first saw a poster of this. Yung kay cute guy, ha? Yung sa guy na nasa Ponds, si Francis. Hindi kay Mulawin at kay babaeng nalimutan ko ang pangalan. Delectable, tangina. :p
Yez. I'm aiming to become the next poster-girl for B/low Series. Hehehehe.
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(ang hirap palang mawalan ng kalahati ng motivation para pumunta sa office)
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Sunday, August 14th, 2005
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A part of the coment I posted on the LJ of someone who questioned my previous post:
I am NOT ashamed of my own language. Hindi porke napansin mong may sinabi lang ako tungkol sa korean movie na id-dub sa tagalog ay ibig sabihin noon ay tinitira ko na ang wika natin. It was merely a rant on my part seeing that one of my favorite movies would most likely be murdered because of the POSSIBLE LOW-CALIBRE DUBBING THEY MIGHT DO, and NOT because they are going to dub it in our home language. I suppose you'd cringe too if you find a re-dubbed favorite film of yours not exceeding your expectations because it was dubbed badly. The only sin I might have commited here is that I'm pressuming they're going to do a poor job on it because I don't classify MSG as a high-class movie they'd most likely blow huge money on in order to give it a high-class production.
I have NOTHING against Tagalog movies. I MAY have something against ripped-off movies, but nothing against movies just because they're Filipino or Tagalog in nature.
I hope that explains things.
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You can't ask me not to feel surprised at how things are going. Because they ARE surprising me.
( i. sa pag tanda ng bata ay siya ring pagtanda ng mga nasa paligid niya. )
( ii. Ang pagbabalik mula sa paglalakbay )
( iii. Ang pag-tame ng pusa. )
( iv. Ang pagtakwil sa posibleng kaligayahan )
( iv. Ang pagtakwil sa posibleng kaligayahan )
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Sige, let's try blogging about senseless issues.
1) My Sassy Girl, the Korean hit starring our perennial crush Jeon and her instant-ayos hair plus that ugly Gyoon-woo guy, would be hitting the theaters predictably this year. Some of us may have inescapably heard the “I Believe” song, the theme song from the movie, playing over at TransMusic Stations everywhere, except alas! It’s tagalized.
So the catch? MSG is also dubbed.
Pooooooooooooootang inaaaaaaa talagaaaaaaaaaaa!
Yes, I nearly wanted to rip the huge poster at SM Bacoor if only for the fear of ruining Jeon’s pretty face. Walang magagawa, eh. Sana hindi na lang nila ginago. Okay na siya as subtitles, but of course, it doesn’t follow for all of them lesser people, which, this movie is aimed at obviously. And it’s hateful, how after the showing EVERYBODY would know that it’s the most beautiful Korean romantic drama ever. Hindi na siya cool.
2) Shet. Alarm alarm to everyone in LaSalle. Our favorite infamous charming bimbo from the Psychology pastures who started out as a model girl for ABS-CBN’s casual attire (who then got on the “Shine” commercial of Skin White and now, the Skyflakes commercial) landed a role in GMA as a girlfriend of somebody. It’s for an afternoon telenovela I think. She plays a silent, charming girl who has a bit of the brains.
Wow, ha. Talk about stretching the limits. Magpapanggap na may utak at tahimik. Baka dumugo ilong nun.
3) Para sa iyo:
Mahal ka ba niya talaga? (huwag mo nang itanong sa akin)
Mahal ka ba niya talaga? ('di ko rin naman sasabihin)
Ewan ko, hindi ko alam,
pwede bang huwag na lang natin pagusapan?
- Senti / Huwag mo nang itanong, remake of Cambio
Tapos i research mo na rin yung kanta ng Sugarfree na "Kuwarto". Nandito rin yung sa LJ ko.
Sakit, no? :p
4) New eye-candy:
http://www.nikefree.com.ph/home.html
If it weren't for my other trainers, nakakatempt sana. :p
5) To you:
Don't even dare juxtapose Holden Caufield with your low-grade rantings. You should know better than to even use Grade-A Lit on one of your paragraphs... you...
Sigh. Just crossed another blogger who has not enough nut to realize what he/she's even doing.
6) Hindi online si Ger. Hindi online si Ger. Hindi online si Ger.
Shet. Matutulog na ako, wala pa rin akong if-flirt. Hahaha.
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| Time: | 12:42 pm. |
| Mood: |  touched. |
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07.08.2005
10:24:25
Wyl ur in d proces of finding urself knw dat i see u nd ur real.roles we play sumday wil end,ur ryt abt dat.wat wil remain is this.d lives uv intrsectd with,d truth insyd urself,nd d struggle 2 b seen wen u urself r blind.il kip u real insyd me so be free 2 b lost.its okay.
> Wow. Thank you. That's a very comforting thought. :'-)
10:28:03
Try 2 slp na.il b ur witness ü
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I met Tina over the net almost two years ago when I checked her site upon my then gig-mate Phanie's recommendation. She's good in blogging, she claims. She's a batchmate, and almost always blogs with psychological points. Being the Psych sucker that I was, I immediately checked her out, but at that time, all I read about was her rants about her then girlfriend.
Not entirely too enticing.
"She's a...lesbian?" I gingerly asked Phanie. Indeed she was. Oh. I read her blog again, this time with more curiosity, and then months after that, we finally met each other over a psych session at Starbucks, Emerald Ave. Soon, it became a regular tryst.
Over time she proved to be one of the more sensible people in my life. Once I hated her for a research paper she wrote after me, but then I realized that (although she's claiming what she wrote were strictly clinical) they were still HER view of me, I couldn't really do much about that. Now I don't mind having her look over me like a subject for one of her psychological theories, yet as much as she tries she every now and then tumbles over the line of friendship and genuinely (I think) counsels me not as a counselor must but as a friend applying psychological viewpoints every now and then.
I value her so much. Everytime I arrive at crossroads, it's her I call up to confer; it's her take on views that I listen to wholeheartedly. The last time I met her I just had to give her a tight hug, almost not wanting to let go; thankful for her existence in my life.
Last Saturday she was one of those people who received a call from me when my body lay tiredly on the sofa at our office's pantry. People with Manila lines. I was just so depressed, I went on updating myself on the better happenings of other people's lives. I thought they would cheer me up. They didn't. Tina just told me to rest. Keep your hands to yourself, she even kidded. The rest of the day I tried covering up the gloom by faking a smile. It worked like a charm.
Yesterday, I received those mesages I typed above from her. She didn't know I actually cried upon receiving it.
Why? Because I realized that despite my cynical view of things, no matter how much I deny it, I still have keepers around. Jace, Mark, Ger, and countless of other people who, undeniably, have at least a little concern for me. If I get lost along the way, I'd find myself by revisiting my pieces with them.
Then there are people like Tina, who'd offer to keep a huge part of me while I get my self lost.
So yes, people still care. I think that's good enough for me.
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I opened our cabinet's doors and stared gingerly at the three white bottles boastfully looking down on me: meet Daily Multi-vitamin Mineral, Vitamin C, and Central-Vite. They have been there for a long time and my father has been encouraging me to utilize them, really. But knowing my body's reaction to drugs, I never dared.
This morning, I saw blood after I coughed. No, it's not Tuberculosis. My throat's irritated, it's spurting blood.
That's it. Maybe I should start entertaining those capsules inside my body.
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| Mood: | depressed. |
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In time, I will stop being a daughter, a sister, a sister-in-law, a girlfriend, a confidante, a subject, a batchmate, an officemate, a catholic, a former student, a neighbor, a coffee-mate, an enemy and a friend altogether.
I will just float in space the whole time, stripped of responsibilities, and yet I will still be unable to figure the purpose of my existence.
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You know what's harsher than somebody's skin shivering because of your touches?
It's somebody's eyes quivering because those touches are soon to go extinct, inevitably.
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Wednesday, August 3rd, 2005
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| Time: | 4:07 pm. |
| Mood: |  high. | | Music: | Just a smile - Barbie Almalbis (obvious ba?). |
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'Lam nyo, sa totoo lang, tinatamad ako mag update. I mean, sure, I am updating now, but the process of it, para akong hinihigop papalapit tapos biglang bibitawan. Ewan ko ba. I have a lot of things to blog about on my mind when I'm idle, but come the time I'm in front of the PC, I just go *poof,* and then blank.
I was telling my self that I would update the moment I find time to fix another background. Yes, it looks a bit morose. I am depressed lately, actually. I don't seem like it at times, but I really have been deppressed.
Anyhow, calls have been pouring in since last week when we started A-bay (or academy bay--when the "academy" kids start their calls for a certain learning time). I already told you guys before that I got into one of the groups with a strict team leader, so we'll see if I would manage to live. So far, for the first two days, it isn't so bad. I'm seated beside two of the noisiest (or maybe they are the ONLY ONES noisy) and craziest kids in our group. My other clasmate, JR, who also happens to be a buddy, wanted to have himself transferred beside us, but we'll have to see if Liz (the noisy girl on my left) would be able to push him through.
Again, like I said, I don't mind to be in that team, at least for now. Why? They positioned me beside Joey (the one on my right), who, incidentally, happens to be soooo gorgeous. Okay, maybe just cute. He looks like one of those clean looking soft-spoken Makati kids who are also geeks when nobody's looking. He ALSO happens to wear glasses. Woohoo! He's VERY helpful too. Tumingin lang ako sa kanya ititigil niya ang ginagawa niya tapos tutulong kaagad. Shet. Gets too close! Argh! *hyperventilates*
Hehehe.
Downloading a Close-Up song, btw. Even if it screams blatantly of "Pop", I don't mind. I use Close-Up anyway (have you guys tried the chocolate-flavored one? I didn't like the lychee, so I'm settling for the former), and I like Barbie. Even if it means Tina would hate me because she hates both Barbie and the song itself (different issues). I like bopping to it tho. Very pop. And that's as close to pop that I can get.
And also, I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED BOOK 6! And no, I didn't purchase one. I don't like HP enough to buy those friggin 1K+ books. I mean, come on. They're not exactly Grade-A lit, so I'm not caring. And I was given an Acrobat copy, so let's wreck eyes instead. Finished it after days of reading it from my phone as I turned it into an E-book. And no, I didn't like it, I'm sorry. I don't know why JKRowling became so predictable. I already predicted half of the things and got most of them correct. I predicted half of the things in book 5 and got only 5% of them correct. And I'm not much of a book-analyzer.
There goes the P1500+. Was it worth the wait? Maybe. But bring on book 7, maybe I'd concede.
By the way, if I don't reply in my tagboard or Viva's or anyone else's, forgive me. That's because I'm having a cookie problem. Oh, and Viva, I liked that Drunk Girl lyrics you posted. I'll see if I can download it now. :)
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giddy.
confused.
crushed.
amused yet baffled.