Wednesday, March 28, 2007
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Tuesday, March 20, 2007
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Another song I like. :) Tulak ng Bibig Julianne tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib 'di ko na alam ang gagawin ko sa iyo. paikot-ikot lang, nalilito, oh ba't ganito? paggising sa umaga, ikaw ang nasa isip... tulog sa gabi, laman ng panaginip... mahal ba kita? o ano..? ewan ko! hindi ko na alam ang gagawin ko sa iyo. simula nang makilala di maipinta, ngiti sa mata! magdamag ang kwentuhan, kulitan, tawanan... 'di ko maintindihan, bakit ngayon lang, kung kelan ang puso ko ay maselan? hindi mo lang alam, takot lang akong masaktan. iniingatan lang aking puso. kung maiibibigay ko lang ang sinasabi mo, 'di na sana tayo nagkakaganito. pasensya ka na kung hanggang dito muna tayo. 'di ko na alam ang gagawin ko sa iyo. paikot-ikot lang, nalilito, oh ba't ganito? urong-sulong yan ang paborito. lilitaw, lulubog, 'tanong mo kahit sino! pakisabi na lang, ano ba talaga'ng gusto mong gawin ko? hindi mo lang alam, takot lang akong masaktan. iniingatan lang aking puso. kung maiibibigay ko lang ang sinasabi mo, 'di na sana tayo nagkakaganito. pasensya ka na kung hanggang dito muna tayo. pakiusap lang, wag mo na akong tignan nang ganyan... nakakatunaw ang iyong tingin! hinay-hinay ka lang, mahina ang kalaban. baka 'di na maiwasang mahulog nang tuluyan! hindi mo lang alam, takot lang akong masaktan. iniingatan lang aking puso. kung maiibibigay ko lang ang sinasabi mo, 'di na sana tayo nagkakagulo-gulo! pasensya ka na kung hanggang dito muna tayo. hanggang dito na lang, hanggang dito na lang! tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib Lyrics from here Labels: favorites
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Friday, March 16, 2007
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I'm ridiculously addicted to so many things right now. I don't really find it funny anymore. Wah. 1. Uraro cookies - To me, they taste like pulvoron, only harder and not as messy to eat. When I'm peckish in the morning and I don't eat breakfast, I eat that. 2. The Pot - Chocolates in a tin can my dad brought from Germany. When I first tried them, I didn't like the dark chocolate taste - it was bitter, but more because I think it's made of cocoa? Anyway, after six (or so) of these chocolates, I'm addicted! Too bad (or maybe not) my dad only bought one small can. 3. Nescafe Instant Coffee. Grr. 4. Non food: Julianne's Tulak ng Bibig and Sino Sikat's Turning my Safety off. Labels: favorites
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    Well, thanks to Amity (she invited me to go), I was able to drop by school today for a talk on graduate studies. Talk about how much I missed school - if you can believe it - and how so much has changed! It felt so weird walking along the ledge (something I dreaded as a freshman), knowing I didn't really belong there anymore - unlike before, my friends and I would dominate the ledge. Okay, so we were eight and we pretty much took up space. Grabe, parang it didn't really feel like the place I spent so much time in a few years ago. Our meeting place was at the chapel and I was super overwhelmed to be back there. As in, I sat in a pew, smiled and was like, "God, it feels so good to be here." I swear it did. When I was still in school, I used to read for the Mass in the morning, complete with the skirt and all. :) I also visited the chapel frequently, with my fervent prayers about school work and life. School was a happy daze kind of time for me, and yet I remember, I still had a lot of problems. I'm amazed I got out somewhat unscathed (I sincerely like to think so, anyway). Today, it felt so nice being there. I missed the stillness there that often quieted my restless self way back then. The talk was held in the sosy building, at the fifth floor, which we all considered had the best classrooms. I really felt like a grad student there, in my business attire, attending classes at night with classrooms that looked more like boardrooms. The hall where the talk was held brought back memories of taking (ugh) departmental exams, complete with those uncomfortable green armchairs with an unstable desk - never changed. I think I got a painful back with the hours spent hunched over exams and notes. I told Amity, "I feel like we need our pencils and yellow pad for Accounting." Truly, some emotions stay the same. Hehe. Still cold air conditioning as ever! And the speaker was, well, our sophomore Economics common lec speaker. Brought back memories of common lec (these were usually memories of shrinking down in my seat once the speaker did a roll call of those who were "lucky" enough to answer his questions, which were not easy. I never liked Eco). It was a very informative talk - I actually missed the dynamic environment of a school. Hmm. Made me think and think again what I really want to do. Go for the academic life? Good to see some of our teachers and staff. I was happy that our Intro Man teacher still remembered us and she chatted us up about school, our exchange student who lived in her unit (I had forgotten our group worked there before!) and she invited us to pop over to chat longer if we had the time before she left again. Saw also our former HR teacher and other alum from the school who now work there. Strange how everything went full circle for some. Other random (and really shallow) stuff while visiting school: Labels: memories, random, rant-rave
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Thursday, March 15, 2007
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I like this song. :) Turning My Safety Off Sino Sikat I’m turning my safety off I’m ready to talk to you Alone A kiss, a hug, another drink Puts me right back to Denial of persistent memory I’m watching you Make a fool of you Over and over again You can leave the fire open It’s not dying anyway It’s not dying anyway It’s not dying anyway I’m turning my safety off Unclasping my guarded moments For you Nothing here is apropos And I’m crying out to saints and sinners alike I’m giving you all the soul I’ve got Again and again and again You can leave the fire open It’s not dying anyway It’s not dying anyway It’s not dying anyway You can leave the memory open It’s not dying anyway It’s not dying anyway It’s not dying anyway I’m turning my safety off I’m ready to fall in love with you Over & over & over again Lyrics from here. Labels: favorites
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Monday, March 12, 2007
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Friday 5: Condiments 1. What do you like on a hot dog? Ketchup and cheese. That sounds like a Jolly Hotdog! I also like it with relish. 2. What do you like on a hamburger? Cheese, pickles, ketchup (sounds like a McDonald's cheeseburger this time). Or barbecue sauce, onion rings, cheese (I don't remember, basta it was the Ranch or whatever burger from Carl's Jr. Super sarap). 3. What do you like on a baked potato? Lots of melted cheese! And bacon bits. But I don't really like the skin... 4. What do you like on a slice of toast? Butter! Strawberry jam! Peanut Butter (I ♥ pb)! 5. What do you like in a cup of coffee or tea? Cream and sugar, plus white chocolate shavings, like in SBC's White Chocolate Mocha (although sometimes they didn't have the shavings, instead they gave me a chocolate stick. Still yummy). Obviously, I'm hungry while doing this survey. Labels: survey
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Saturday, March 10, 2007
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Friday's Feast One Hundred and Thirty-Four on a Saturday Appetizer What is your usual bedtime? Do you like that, or would you rather it be different? These days, my usual bedtime is 1-2a. Hehe due to texting marathons, TV, going online, journaling and reading. I kind of like it, because my mind is pretty active late at night. Soup When it comes to advice, do you give more or receive more? I'm embarrassed to say I receive more. I'm not unstable (oh, I hope not!), I just have very good friends and family who like to listen and give advice when I simply make kwento, even the most really boring and mundane stuff. Salad Describe a memorable meal you've had. Top of my head, anything to do with buffets. My family likes to eat a lot, especially during special occasions. I love to go the hotel interactive buffets because of the extensive choices, especially when it comes to dessert! Main Course Name a work of fiction that affected the way you think about something. Definitely Paolo Coelho's The Alchemist. I read it when I graduated from college and cried very hard - in fact, I can't read it without crying. Made me think of what going after one's dreams meant, but in this life, I wonder how that would work out. Okay, that's another story. Dessert What is your favorite type of fruit juice? Only apple juice. Not really a juice person, we hardly had juice at home. * * * Practically the whole day yesterday I spent hanging out (okay, that's a weird word to use in context to describe but it's true) at Patty's dad's wake in Della Strada. It was good to see P okay - I'm not quite sure usually how to act towards people in funerals or wakes, mainly because... I don't quite know how to handle grief. And good thing P noticed that since we got into talking about how surreal this whole experience was for her and yet she's okay since we talked about our normal stuff, punctuated with laughter and weird stuff. Anyway, we talked about how, is this our dry and unemotional side that's on right now? Since we've conditioned ourselves to be stoic almost always, was this being really insensitive right now? Because sometimes, emotion hits us at the most unexpected times and places. It was good to see she understood my point, since I had been feeling awkward. I don't know, I guess I really don't know how to express my sympathy except by being there. Which, I hope, counted. * * * On a lighter note, spending the whole day at the wake was interesting. We spent it eating! Lunch with a dessert of strawberries and cream (yummy, even if I'm not a strawberry fan! Loved the cream), coffee (omg, I have a new discovery: Nescafe 3-in-1! I like. P told me Val's favorite instant coffee is KDO. Hmm, must try. Yes, I still, still miss coffee) and taisan cupcake, this kuapao, the best siomais I've tried from Forbes, Krispy Kreme chocolate doughnut (sorely tempted to get the Cheesecake one, but I got shy), cold but still delicious Red Ribbon spaghetti, homemade chicken sandwiches (how do they get their white bread to taste like that?) and endless Coke. Wahh... so full. It was so fun when the people from the office came and we just spent the whole time eating, talking and laughing. Oh, and bonding with people I didn't quite expect to chat with, but it was all good. P and I walked around Della Strada too. I've only attended Mass there once and I think it was a funeral mass pa ages ago so I don't remember it much. I arrived early so I looked for the Adoration Chapel. Then in the afternoon P showed me a small chapel (room?) below the main church that they like. Simple and pretty. * * *
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Wednesday, March 07, 2007
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There has to be something said for feeling a little bit giddy upon finding one's ex-crushes (as in way back Grade 7 yet) pictures online. Ahehe. I was momentarily transported back to being a teenybopper. So funny and strange at the same time. Labels: random
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Saturday, March 03, 2007
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Because I really don't want to think and surveys are a good way of not really thinking much: PRESENT PERFUME Nope, don't wear perfume or any fragrance/s PRESENT SHAMPOO Derma prescribed for fine hair PRESENT FAVORITE SONG What Goes Around/JT, Pais Tropical/Sitti version, Tulak ng Bibig/Julianne, Say It Right/Nelly Furtado LAST FOOD YOU ATE Dinner was rice, rellenong bangus, squash with monggo (sp?) and red egg with tomato. Sarap ng red egg! LAST SONG YOU SANG My Love/JT - saw it on MTV LAST GIFT YOU RECEIVED? Pillow LAST GAME YOU ENJOYED PLAYING Game? Err... can't think of any. LAST TIME YOU HAD YOUR HAIR CUT Two weeks ago LAST ALCOHOLIC DRINK YOU DRANK Tagal na, si blue. PRESENT PET Dogdog LAST BOOK YOU READ "Can You Keep A Secret?" by Sophie Kinsella LAST BIRTHDAY ATTENDED Patty's LAST THING YOU DO BEFORE YOU GO TO SLEEP Pray, delete messages from phone, write in journal LAST THING YOU BOUGHT Coffee LAST MALL YOU VISITED Shangrila LAST TIME YOU CRIED This afternoon (ano ba. PMS siguro) PRESENT PERSON YOU HATE Myself LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED Kerfuffs LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO My dad Labels: survey
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Friday, March 02, 2007
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I seriously miss coffee. :( Labels: random
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