February 14, 2005

What I Did

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Last week's working week was not so hectic. Just attended a few meetings here and there and most of the time, I spent the hours in the office cleaning my table of undocumented project files and reading backlog newspapers (I need to so I can make a report about energy/power issues). Aside from that, I started segregating my personal stuff and bringing them back home one by one (getting ready for resignation soon).

Friday was a welcome bliss for me. Surprising that at the shot of 5pm, I stuffed all my things in my pack and sayonara, off I went. Papi was waiting for me outside (he was not late because he attended a boring seminar {he said he slept throughout...hehehe} in Makati).

We had dinner at one of my favorite restaurant serving Kapampangan cuisine,
Mangan. We ordered ginataang kalabasa at sitaw (my all-time pavorito), specially cooked big tilapia, enchiladang mangga at bagoong. Of course, I devoured the veggie and the mangga and Papi had the tilapia though we, as always dipped on each other's food. Hehehe.

Afer having a full stomach, we played
Vampire Nights at Timezone, visited Park Square to check digital cameras & memory cards. Papi saw one that he liked and he said he would be back to buy it. I remembered that I had to pay my outstanding bill with Sun Cell and file a complaint why I could not take nor receive incoming & outgoing services. Well, the lady seemed like she did not know how to answer my question so instead of pointing out to her what she was supposed to do in those cases, I just excused myself and paid my bill. While I was paying, Papi came back with a newly-bought badminton racquet. Actually, he was just after buying a casing for his other racquet since its bag was kinda big. Well, now he has 2 badminton racquets.

I had been thinking when would I be able to change the look of my room. I call it interior redesigning. Nothing grand but I got tired of the usual look, touch and feel of my room. After Papi left, I 'launched' my plan of changing the interior style of my room. Hah! It was so hard to move my closet and other cabinets. It was already 3 in the morning when I decided to give it up. I was so tired.

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Saturday: Papi came to the house before lunch. He brought a full meal of siomai & fish lumpia. It seemed like everybody in the house liked it since almost nothing was left. Hehehe. Afterwards, we went to
PC Express to buy a new motherboard, modem and speakers. You see, my pc had long been malfunctioning for I-don't-know-how-many-months already. He handcarried the CPU and had it fixed. By 5pm, we were already home and tested if it was working. Fortunately, it was; so long as you would not modify the settings at the moment. We are still planning to re-install everything if we find the time to do so. At 6pm, we left the house together and separated ways later on. I got off at SM West to have the blouse I bought 6 days ago changed to another size. Afterwards, I bought an internet prepaid card, went to the supermarket and shopped a little. While shopping, I bumped to Marissa, a batchmate and orgmate in UP. Of course, it is a known fact what women do when they crash with their girlfriends whom they have not seen for the longest time. Standing in-between shelves, we animatedly caught up with each other's lives after college, current lovelives, work, other friends and college pals and the like. After which, we decided that we will see again each other since she is working in Makati as well. Capping up my shopping for groceries, I rushed to the ticket booth and bought a cinema ticket. So what if I preferred to watch 'Dreamboy', aber? I decided to watch it alone because papi could not find it in his heart to watch it with me. Eh love ko talaga si Piolo eh! I even wonder if he is going to watch Phantom of the Opera with me? So, who wants to go with me? Anyway, the movie was ok and there were 'kilig' moments. I was like a high school teener under the scrutiny of my dreamboy, blushing and giggling like that. So did the women who were much older than me, who were unmindful of their screaming fits. Hehehe. By 10:30pm, the movie was finished. As usual, I got lost finding my way back to where I was supposed to exit. I decided to go out and course through the walkway. My attention was caught by the cool music the band was playing near the newly-established 'garden.' Curiosity beaat me and I found myself among the people listening to the group. Since they were performing in the coffee shop area, I decided to take a seat and order my favorite mocha frappucino. Well, I just realized that they were actually serenading the listeners because it was almost Valentine's Day. Love songs abound and one could really feel that love was in the air. Some of my favorite love songs, both sweet, endearing and painful ones were sung by the group. Hahay. The last song that was sung was Christian Bautista's rendition of Hands to Heaven. Everybody in the crowd was singing the touching words to their hearts' content. Suddenly, the vocalist came down from the mini-platform and out from nowhere, a red rose popped out from his back. He made his way toward the crowd and I was getting nervous because he seemed to be walking towards my direction. The meaner side of my twin personality whispered, "feeling ka ha! Uy, assuming..." I was not given the time to think about that blasted whisper from the back of my mind because the vocalist was actually standing in front of my table and handing me his red rose. The crowd went, "ooohhhh, ahhhh, uyyyy..." I was tongue-tied. Who wouldn't be? I was just happy being alone and listening to good music and what did I get? A red rose and an embarrassed face. Hehehe. The night was not over yet. The manager of the cafe gave me another round of grande of mocha frappucino as compliments. It was such a nice feeling, don't you think? Hmm.

After which, I decided to call it a night. I rode a bus plying along Edsa. Reaching the trike terminal, I was lucky to be the last passenger to be waited upon. I was the last person to board off and I was surprised because the young driver told me that the guy I was sitting with inside had already paid my fare. I told him that I do not know him and that was totally impossible. Then I remembered what the guy was smiling about when he got off before me. So the question was: who was he? Was he a former classmate, acquaintance of mine that had been forgotten long time ago? But I would not think that it was possible to forget such a charming face. Sabi nga, mahirap kalimutan ang itsura ng mga guapo. Hehehe.


Papi went to JR's place where they celebrated Bajoy's birthday. I would love to go but I just couldn't. To you dear Bajoy, Happy Birthday!

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Sunday: I woke up early at 7:30 am and directly went upstairs to face the stockpile of a week's laundry. Thanks to the technology of washing machines, I was able to watch 2 episodes of
CSI in-between. At past 3 in the afternoon, Papi came to pick me up and off we went to Glorietta to play a round of Vampire Nights. Afterwards, we went to Park Square to inquire about the battery of his new digicam (yeah, he did buy it). We wandered around Glorietta and decided to go check some place else. While on our way, I almost cursed myself dead for bringing the circle of events to a complete halt. I thought that this was it and everything would be over. I did not dare explain at first because I know the reason was kind of selfish and that would not be nice. In my heart, I thanked him for being so pushy when it comes to explaining what and how my mind works. Because of that, I was able to tell him things that I would never find the heart to tell at all in this life. It always seemed then that no time was right to bring out everything, to say things out in the open. I just hope that in a way, he would be able to learn something about me and how I feel about such things.

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Monday: Upon waking up, I could not get up and it was too taxing for me to do so. I am having dysmenorrhea. I called the office and that I would be coming to the office later in the day. Unfortunately, I fell asleep due to the unbearable pain. When I woke up, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon. I send a text message to my immediate superior and associate director that I would be reporting for work tomorrow (which is today). I just spent the rest of the afternoon eating, checking the computer (which is already working - checking my mails), dealing with the unfinished business of arranging my room, etc.

By 6:30 in the evening, I started preparing for dinner.

It was past 7pm when Papi called informing me that there was a bomb that exploded inside a bus under the
MRT Ayala Station. I was shocked because I did not know he was in Makati that time and we were just texting a few minutes ago and that he was watching US Marshalls via dvd. My goodness! Fortunately, he was not amongst those people involved in that tragic incident.

All the while, my mom was panicking. She asked me to call my sister to go home. She was quite worried about my sister riding the bus back home. Anyway, my sister got a goodnight sermon from Mamu when she arrived home by almost midnight without texting or calling us back. It was not usual of her to go home very late at night.

My prayers for the victims of this horrible incident. Sorry to say but I wish that the perpetrators of this inhumane act be cursed with ill will all their lives. Any of you have no right to cause misery to anyone. May your souls burn in hell.
February 13, 2005

Those Men

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As much as I try to deny it that this hard fact exists, my mind tells me that it is for real.

Men are like computers.
Hard to figure out and never enough memory.
February 13, 2005

One Last Song

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Feeling senti ako today. Ewan ko kung bakit. Sige, emote muna ako

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Take my hand, touch my face
Let me feel your embrace
Let me see in your eyes
That you won’t say goodbye
Just tell me how you feel
I don't know what you're thinking anymore

And if you need me, you'd kiss me
Then tell me how you feel
And if you want me, you'd show me
That your love is for real
And if you love me
You'd hold me in your arms where I belong
So while I'm feeling strong
I sing you one last song

Let me ask time has passed
Do you feel this could last
If you don't, why then stay
Take your wings, fly away
I love you way too much
To wanna be the one who brings you down

And if you need me, you'd kiss me
Then tell me how you feel
And if you want me, you'd show me
That your love is for real
And if you love me
You'd hold me in your arms where I belong
So while I'm feeling strong
I sing you one last song

One last song I sing for you
Like I always did
This time it's for real
I never come to you like this
Expecting you to turn my kiss
Oh no no no no no

And if you need me, you'd kiss me
Then tell me how you feel
And if you want me, you'd show me
That your love is for real
And if you love me
You'd hold me in your arms where I belong
So while I'm feeling strong
I sing you one last song
Oh yeah
I sing you one last song
I sing you one last song
February 13, 2005

Feb 25 As National Holiday

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Yes! National Holiday means no office, no work! Rejoice, for we have an out-of-town trip! Hope everything aren't mere words. *crossing my fingers*

19th Anniversary of EDSA 1 declared a national holiday
By CHARISSA M. LUCI

President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo declared Feb. 25, Friday, a special national holiday to give all Filipinos the "full opportunity to honor the memory of the EDSA People Power Revolution with appropriate ceremonies."

She signed Proclamation No. 785 last Feb. 9, stating that it is "fitting and proper" that all Filipinos be given an opportune time to reminisce and celebrate the restoration of democracy in the country.

Arroyo urges the nation to commemorate the 19th anniversary of the People Power 1 in recognition of the reforms brought about by the revolt.

"The EDSA People Power Revolution restored our democratic institutions and ushered in political, social, and economic reforms in the country," she said in the proclamation.

The EDSA People Power 1 on Jan. 22-25, 1986, forced former President Ferdinand Marcos out of Malacañang and led to the assumption to power of President Corazon C. Aquino, wife of slain Senator Benigno Aquino Jr.

Meanwhile, President Arroyo yesterday reorganized the government's peace negotiating panel with communist rebels as part of efforts to resume stalled talks.

Arroyo said the government negotiating team will now be headed by former Labor Secretary Nieves Confesor, an international mediator and negotiator.

Other members of the reorganized panel are lawyers Rene Sarmiento and Sedfrey Candelaria, university professor Annabelle Rama, and veteran journalist Paulyn Sicam.

Arroyo expressed confidence that the new team will have "fresh creative approaches to restart the stalled peace talks."

The negotiations have been suspended since last August when the guerrillas canceled a scheduled round of meetings to protest their continued inclusion in the terror lists of the United States, the European Union, Canada, and New Zealand.

Arroyo reiterated a proposal for the two sides to forge a ceasefire to move the talks forward.

"Our experience over the past year has shown that we cannot talk and fight at the same time," she said. "We must silence our guns if we are to authentically hear each other over the peace table."

The rebels have already turned down the proposed truce.

Hostilities between the military and the communist rebels have escalated since the peace talks stalled.

Since the weekend alone, 17 communist rebels and two soldiers have been killed in separate clashes in Southern Philippines.

Last Wednesday, three guerrillas were also captured after a clash with government troops in Cattaran town in Cagayan province, 420 kilometers north of Manila, a military spokesman said.

"Troops were on combat patrol when they encountered about 12 guerrillas, triggering the exchange of gunfire," said Major Bartolome Bacarro. "Three insurgents were arrested."

Bacarro said no casualties were reported on either side.

Communist rebels have been fighting the Philippine government since the late 1960s, making the movement one of the longest-running leftist insurgencies in Asia. (With reports from DPA)

Source: Manila Bulletin
11 February 2005
February 09, 2005

Being Single

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I am taking time-out from my busy routine here at the office so I read the papers. I was leafing through today's issue of Manila Bulletin when I came across this article about Happy Being Single! Anyway, read on...

By KATE JOHNSONS

"YOU'VE NEVER been married?" "No," I say, "I never have been." I try to say this with a smile, without sounding embarrassed, or defensive. Even when they insist on asking why not. "Just because I'm not," I answer, still smiling.

But what annoys me most is that, after the exchange, I can't resist saying I've been engaged. Twice. I try to mention this casually. Something like, "When I dumped my second fiance, I realised I'm not the marrying kind." It's shallow and vain of me. I want people to know that someone did want me, for ever. I was chosen.

Twice.

The responses I get are all variations on the theme of "What’s wrong with you?" There's the patronising, "We must find someone for you." Or the married man who spends all evening chatting you up, then shouts across the dinner party, "You seem like an attractive woman! Why aren't you married?" "Because I keep meeting men like you," I reply sweetly.

Then there's the question, "But what do you dooooo with your time?" or, "Aren't you lonely?" Sometimes. The only person I have to worry about is me, and that means the only person who worries about me is me.

Then there's the unsolicited advice: "You must join a dating agency. Now! This is a problem that can be solved." I'm not even sure it's a problem. For me.

I don't ask people why they're married. I don't ask them why they're still married. I don't even ask them why they got married in a church if they're not religious. (I did once, and the groom replied, "Everyone knows where it is, so it's a good place to meet.")

I don't ask them what they dooooo or if they get lonely.

I'm glad I didn't marry my two fiances. The first time I got engaged, when I was in my early 20s, I realised almost immediately that I didn't want to marry him. The second time, I wondered if I didn't want to be married at all. To anyone.

I'm 38 and I've never dreamed of a white wedding. I've never heard my biological clock ticking. I don't cry at other people's weddings, wondering if that will ever be me. I don't dread that I'll never get married. I'm not against marriage: My parents are still happily married, my brother is happily married and some of my best friends are happily married.

I don't like living with absolutes; never do this, always do that. I just need an escape route in life. The last time I took a ferry, at night, in winter, I insisted on sitting on the top deck so I could jump into the sea and escape if it capsized. I don't like sailing because, if I can't see land, how am I going to get to it if I need to? I don't make plans; I don't even like to buy return tube tickets.

The biggest misconception about not being married, and not wanting to be married, is that people translate it as though I'm saying I want to be alone, unloved and lonely for ever. I don't. I want to meet someone.

But in the meantime, I can go on with my life. And next time someone asks, I'm going to give them what they want – and tell them I'm divorced.

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I've been there. I mean, being single. And still, it does not ceases to amaze me that sometimes other people perceive that being single means being all alone by yourself, lonely, unloved and desperate. I do not succumb to such crap for I believe that there is always somebody meant for each one of us. Their arrival in our lives may take long but surely, they will come. It is not a matter who comes first but it is more like he/she is the chosen one.

Being single does not connote a person doomed to reach singularity all his/her life. One can still be as happy as a bee despite being alone. It is very wrong to even think that a person's happiness depends whether he/she is attached. Happiness is a choice. It is one's self who can control happiness; not by anyone else. The power to change anything about our lives lies in our hands and not to be dictated by somebody else. Our partner can make us happy but what if suddenly, he/she drops out of our lives? Happiness must depend from within and not decided by external factors. I will be accused of being a hypocrite if I claim that I will still be happy being robbed of the happiness my partner gives me. I will mourn for a while but as I said, happiness is a choice and I will choose to be embraced by it rather than be drowned in sadness.


"Happiness is a conscious choice, not an automatic response." by Mildred Barthel
February 07, 2005

Love And Lost

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Last week did not end well for me. It was such a depressing situation, which was basically my doing. I have been so dependent that I lost my own personality. I was completely hooked up that I took everything at heart. Yes, I was too sensitive. I always wanted to tell what I really felt but I never find the good chance to do so. Everything happened and I might as well call it as a series of unfortunate events.

Since my schedule was pretty hectic the last time, I thought that it was just be a welcoming change that I do something nice. I was planning a small surprise. A day earlier, I reserved a table at a restaurant to enjoy a small dinner. Unfortunately, somebody had to attend a sports meeting somewhere so I had to cancel. Like a bad luck thrown at my direction, things turned worse. I was accused of being rude to a friend while I was controlling my tumbling emotions inside me. I was disappointed, hungry, tired and jealous that I was actually trying so hard to catch somebody’s attention. When I arrived in Manila a week before this, somebody was bound to scale nature’s glory and I was left out, not feeling well (literally speaking) at all. Yeah, I think that time that I have the reason to feel bad about this. But my intentions did fail and the night ended with my stars shining not so bright. Wanting to end the situation, I apologized and let it passed like nothing happened.

I was too glad that my work got wrapped up last Friday. I was wondering if I could join after meeting a friend. Unfortunately, it seemed like I was not really wanted. Maybe because somebody got suffocated by spending time with me so I did not push it. I really wanted to cry after that phone call. I was badly hoping somebody would call again and asked me if I could come. I was not trying to be an annoying, attention-seeker bitch but all I wanted was to spend time with somebody, quality time as I call it, not at the expense of changing schedules just because somebody would be climbing during the weekends, attend pre-climbs/post-climbs/group meets or working shifts during the weekends. Maybe one would think how heartless I am but I have been dreaming that someday, I may be able to feel that I am number one in all your priorities.

Since I was disregarded, I still tried to have an enjoyable night by my lonesome self. I contacted my close pals but they were too busy with their work and own social life. I went to Glorietta and watched Elektra. Unable to bear the battling sadness and dejection within me, I thought long and hard what to do. I did what I had to do. I did not do what I did just because I was feeling rotten. I thought about the consequences and I thought I was prepared to suffer. But it was so unbearable that I even prayed that the concrete floor of Ayala where I stood would open up and gobble me whole.

Better than crying, I uttered invectives and curses that had never spit out from my mouth before. I would rather be angry than cry buckets of tears. My heart was breaking and I was at a loss to do anything. I decided to take a cab and be bewitched by the lights of Malate. I went to a familiar bar, sat in the darkest corner and drown myself. Foolish I was because I knew from my sane self that even the strongest drink could never take the pain away.

I woke up the next day in my room a little fuzzy and woozy. For a while, I thought it was just a dream, a very bad one; but it was not. I realized then that it was real. The moment the memories start flooding back, my tears did, too.

I sat up, wondered what life would be like without somebody. My stubborn, rational self (that was fighting its way back to my system) did not give me much time to dwell on such thoughts but was still able to make me see a few, hurting possibilities. My mind was racing quick that after this, I would find myself resigning at work, finding a new one that would be able to accommodate my graduate studies or most probably, go abroad and forgot what had happened here. As much as I really felt hurt, I could still claim that I would still be amongst people who belong to the school of positivism.

Snapping out of my mournful reverie, a common friend’s advice came to mind. I thought about it and considered that she might be correct. Why suffer when I can still be happy if I try hard enough? I was not so sure but let myself to accept it. I have to or I will still be bitter about everything.

Somebody will be gone again somewhere and I just said, “go ahead and enjoy.” Like a paper being crumpled, I felt my heart crushed. It was a pain to hear somebody say that after what happened. But because I want to be resolute about what had taken place in the past 2 weeks or so, I decided not to dwell on misgivings and heartaches.

I am hanging on because I still think there is hope for both sakes. I am also open to the truth I am not doing my part and it is not actually fair that somebody is the only one doing something. I learned that I became too much dependent on somebody and it terribly hurts when somebody’s hold on me went loose. This time, I will apply the wisdom of the old folks when dealing with this so-called love. I think it is high time for me to reconnect with my old roots, old circles with humanity.

I do not agree with the usual adage, “love makes the world go round.” Love is not enough to make you happy in this world. One person is not enough to make you complete. One can be complete with her/his own self. But one needs other people, humanity to make one realize the difference between being complete and being alone. One may think that she/he has the love of somebody, but does she/he feels complete and does not feel being alone despite having love?

One must be happy by one’s self before one can say that love makes the world go round. I am not sure if everyone can understand my point but that is how I understood mine.
February 07, 2005

Getting Tiresome

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It has been more than a week now since I got back from Davao and Cebu. I only realized then that the job I used to love is not for me anymore. It is taking too much strain for me and having a superior who at the least, does not have the same wavelength as I do is not helping the situation. I admit I do regret taking on this job after my predecessor left. It is not what everything used to be. Though I am open to changes, I just cannot find the heart to willingly enjoy everything here. Sometimes, I really wonder if I really live up true to my zodiac sign. Hahay.

Last Friday was the last days of my 2 simultaneous projects. Aside from organizing workshops and seminars, I have to accompany and assist our technical experts in plant audits. I am not an engineer (I wish I was) but in assisting them, I was able to learn the fundamentals. Of course, those weren’t enough.

During the course of our projects, there was one simple problem that came up. Supposedly, a mere phone call and exchange of 1 or 2 documents would have resolved it but it came to a point that both parties got fed up with each other. The root problem was due to lack of communication within one party and guess who were at the losing end? My local counterpart. I wish the foreign nationals here at the office will discuss first among themselves how to deal with the matter to avoid ill representation to the other party. It was not fair at all. Last Friday before leaving the office, Salva and I thought that everything was settled. Come Monday morning, I got an email from her that the case was not close yet. Urgh. Again? Well, I just told her to snap out of it and I will tell them to directly communicate the other side. As representatives, we only represent what was being required of us. We got the facts right, then there would be no problem. The thing is: the ones who were giving us the right to represent them were feeding us the wrong request of requirements. Naturally, the domino effect, if you know what I mean.

More than 2 weeks from now, I will be as busy as a bee again. Buzzing and hustling from and to everywhere and anywhere. This morning, we had a meeting at the Science and Technology Department to discuss about our upcoming project. Supposedly, the expected beneficiary should have attended but because he is a very busy man and the uncooperative (forgive me for being blunt) type, we were not able to polish everything completely. I really appreciate the people from the council we met with. So far, they were very accommodating and really knew by heart what was supposed to be done. My only hope is that this project be successful and that another person from the industry will replace Mr. Uncooperative. The project is beneficial for them but if he is not working with us, how are we supposed to assist them? It always pays that the top management is supportive of everything (what is good for the company, of course) the middle and lower management plan and intend to do. I am hoping that everything will kick off with a good start.
February 04, 2005

For The First Time

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... in my life, I developed this indifferent attitude about mountainclimbing. Thinking about it brings too much sadness in me and honestly, I felt like crying. It seems like my personal life is being hauled over my mountainclimbing concerns. It is affecting my relationship with my close circle of REAL friends, my balanced way of social life and that 'other' aspect of this so-called life of mine.

My perspective of 'that' something was nowhere in practice and damn it (forgive me but I really want to let this out), I am at a loss to recover my old self. Sometimes, I wanna go far away and hide from the world and sometimes, too, I want to party all-out with some 'shallow' friends and acquaintances because I want to forget this hurtful, unbearable feeling of deep sadness.

I really want to cry but I'll be a fool to let this thing take over me. I thought everything was ok but it's not. Maybe whatever we have is meant to drift apart.
February 04, 2005

If The Shoe Fits...

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An analogy applicable to relationships. Thanks to Maya-pot.


1. The overused shoes

When I went to Davao for Christmas vacation in 2001, I found what I think was the best shoes I've ever had. It was a blue and white slip-ons with a flower on its strap. Margay ang tatak niya. Ang tagal ko na naghanap ng blue na kikay slip-ons at doon ko lang sa Gaisano Davao nahanap iyun. AndI bought the shoes for 500 lang! Feeling ko pa, suwerte ako dahil last pair na iyun. And it was my size!

Sobrang natuwa ako sa kikay kong sapatos. At napakalambot niya! I wore The shoes everyday because they would match anything... denim, slacks, Capri pants, skirt, dress. Gamit ko siya in the office, at the mall, in church, even at the beach! Dahil araw-araw ko siyang nagamit, at nasuot ko na siya sa kung saan, it was expected na wala pang isang taon ay sira na siya. Sabi ko, okay lang.

May Margay naman sa Robinsons saka sa Landmark, siguro naman may ganoong style pa sila. Ngunit napuntahan ko na lahat ng display ng Margay pero wala akong nakitang katulad nang nabili ko sa Davao. Nakadalawang uwi na ako sa Davao at pumupunta ako sa Gaisano, umaasang may makikita akong ganoon klaseng sapatos. Hindi na nga ako naghahangad ng eksaktong ganoon eh. Kahit Na kamukha lang o kasing-lambot lang, okay na. Kaso wala. Iyong kikay blue Margay na slip-ons ko -- na malambot at may naka-angat nabulaklak sa strap, na bagay sa kahit anong damit ko -- ay sira na ngayon. Hindi lang siya sira, nangingitim na sa dumi, at hindi na kayang i-glue ang punit na talampakan. Pero hindi ko pa siya maitapon-tapon. Hindi ko alam kung bakit. Alam ko hindi ko na siya maisusuot uli, pero may reminder naman ako na once upon a time, I had a perfect pair of shoes. Hindi ko nga lang inalagaan.

Lesson learned:

Kapag nahanap mo na ang bagay o tao na sa tingin mo ay perfect na para sa iyo, ingatan at alagaan mo. Huwag mong abusuhin. Kapag nawala sila, baka wala ka nang LOL na kapalit. At habambuhay mo na lang iisipin na "sana, inalagaan ko siya."


2. The "maganda siya pero masakit" shoes

May fini-fit ako noon na sapatos sa Celine. Okay lang ang presyo. Maganda ang material. Kikay ang hitsura. At kapag suot ko, nakaka-sexy ng paa. May isang problema nga lang... masakit sa paa. Pero cutie kasi siya eh. Saka on sale. At sadyang matigas ang ulo ko. Kaya ayun, binili ko. Sa umpisa, okay lang naman. Keri ko. Saka masakit naman talaga sa paa ang bagong sapatos. Pero habang lumilipas ang oras, lalong sumasakit. Hindi siya meant sa pangmatagalang suot. Habang suot ko siya, parang gusto kong umiyak sa tuwing humahakbang ako. Pagdating ko ng bahay, puro sugat at galos ang paa ko. At ilang linggo din akong may peklat sa paa dahil sa diyaskeng sapatos na iyun. Kapag sa umpisa pa lang, alam mo na masakit na sa paa at hindi mo puwedeng suotin ng matagalan, huwag mo nang bilhin. Bakit mo pa itutuloy kung alam mong masasaktan ka lamang kapag sinuot mo?

Parang pakikipag-relasyon din iyan eh. May mga lalake na good on paper, bagay sa iyo, tipo mo nga eh. Ang kaso, panandalian lang siya. "Boylet" lang kasi unavailable siya. Bakit mo pa itutuloy kong alam mong eventually ay masasaktan ka lang? Sana, habang maaga pa, iwasan mo na.

Lesson learned:

Kung sa umpisa pa lang, alam mo na masasaktan ka lamang sa bandang huli, huwag mo nang ituloy. Baka mag-iwan pa iyan ng scar na hindi mo na maaaalis kailan man.


3. The shoes that got away

May nakita akong magandang sandals sa Landmark. Mura lang, less than 500 lang siguro. Kakaiba din siya kasi hindi siya iyong style na makikita mo sa babaeng katabi mo sa MRT. Black and white siya. Polka dots ang strap niya pero hindi cheap ang dating. Ang kikay nga eh. tapos, two inches iyong heels niya. Sinukat ko minsan, ang ganda sa paa!

Kaya lang, hindi ko siya binili. Kasi, kakaiba siya eh. Mahirap hanapan ng ka-match na damit at bag. Saka kakabili ko lang kasi ng isang sandals kaya sabi ko, next pay day ko na lang bibilhin ang polka dots na sapatos na yun. Madalas akong dumaan sa Landmark at nakikita ko ang sapatos na gusto ko bilhin pero hindi ko mabili-bili. Ilang pay day na ang dumaan pero hindi ko pa rin siya kinukuha para iuwi. Hanggang sa dumating ang oras na kailangan ko ng isang kikay na sandals na may print. Naisip ko agad ang polka-dots na matagal ko na gusto bilihin. Pero pag-punta ko sa Landmark, wala na siya doon. Naubos na. Ang ending, napabili ako ng ibang printed na sapatos na hindi ko naman talaga gusto pero wala akong choice kasi kailangan ko na nga.

Lesson learned:

Kung magpapaligaya sa atin ang isang bagay, seize the day! Sa kaka-delay, baka mawala lang sa atin ito at mauuwi tayong nagse-settle sa hindi naman talaga natin gusto. Mas mahirap pagsisihan ang mga bagay na hindi mo ginawa. Wala na yatang mas masakit pa sa thought na abot-kamay mo na lang, pero pinalampas mo pa. Sino ba naman mag-aakalang may mapupulot pala akong leksyon sa mga sapatos? Kaya nga panay bili ko eh, para mas marami pa akong matutunan. Sa susunod, I will find lessons from bags naman para ma-justify din kung bakit sandamakmak ang bags ko.

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Personal comment ko lang: totoo lahat sabi niya (whoever wrote this). Ako din kaya i-relate ko din kung anong lessons matutunan ko sa mga bags ko? Like her, sandamakmak din ang bags ko. I just like to buy new ones, either for conventional use or for aesthetic purposes. Hmm.
February 01, 2005

Wag Na Wag Mong Sasabihin

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I really like this song by Kitchie Nadal.

May gusto ka bang sabihin?
At hindi mapakali, ni hindi makatingin
Sana'y wag mo na 'tong palipasin
At subukang lutasin, sa mga sinabi mo na...

[refrain:]
Ibang nararapat sa akin
na tunay kong mamahalin

[chorus:]
Oh oh oh oh
wag na wag mong sasabihin
Na hindi mo nadama itong...
pag-ibig kong handang ibigay
kahit pa kalayaan mo

Hindi ko man inaakala
na ako'y isang bituin
na walang sasambahin
Hindi ko man ito ipakita
abot langit ang daing
sa mga sinabi mo na…

[refrain:]
Ibang nararapat sa akin
na tunay kong mamahalin

[chorus:]
Oh oh oh oh
wag na wag mong sasabihin
Sa hindi mo nadama itong...
pag-ibig kong handing ibigay
kahit pa kalayaan mo

[bridge:]
At sa gabi, sinong duduyan sa yo?
At sa umaga, ang hangin na hahaplos sa yo

[chorus:]
Oh oh oh oh
wag na wag mong sasabihin
Na hindi mo nadama itong....
pag-ibig kong handing ibigay
kahit pa kalayaan mo
February 01, 2005

Ehem!

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Tila yata masama ang loob ng isang tao dyan sa akin. Pero promise, tinamaan ako dun. Hindi ko nga lang alam kung ako nga ang tinutukoy niya dun sa blind item nya (di naman ito showbiz no...hehehe).

Totoo pong maysakit ako nung weekend. In fact, hindi ako pumasok ng Friday. Ngayon ko pa nga lang ifa-file ang sick leave ko eh (delinkwente kasi akong empleyada).

Kung ako man yun, (ipaalam mo nga sa akin kung ako iyon, okies) I promise to make it up to you, guys. I admit I am at fault here. Saan nyo gusto mag-coffee? Hehehe.
February 01, 2005

National Arts Month - February 2005

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I am not really an arts fanatic but I really indulge myself in it. You see, the arts is one of the avenues of keeping my sanity intact when I am just by myself. As much as I am a party freak, I am actually, in truth, a loner. But I am not you're usual, self-pitying recluse. In fact, I really enjoy being alone. I get to do things by myself and most of the time, I am into a new, exciting adventure. Yes, being alone satisfies me and during those moments, I discover a few things about me and being me. I learned that I have a soft admiration of the arts, though at times, I do not actually understand some of them.

This is not about me but this is the month of the arts. Read on...


SINING GISING: National Arts Month, February 2005
Crafting Identities for Social Transformation

… a Call to Hope
… a Challenge to Act
… an Invitation to Commit
… a Celebration of Creativity
… an Affirmation of Inner Strength

to win the war against Poverty, Pollution, and Corruption!

Filipinos are known for being a resilient, optimistic and happy people. No calamity or difficulty of any magnitude can dampen the Pinoy spirit. Challenges awaken the creative disposition of Filipinos, enabling them to transform any crisis into a festive celebration. The artistic soul of the Pinoy surfaces – to affirm, to assure, to sustain, to rise. Indeed, life must go on and the creative energy in the Pinoy sees him through.

T H E C E L E B R A T I O N
Begun in 1991 through Presidential Proclamation No. 683, the National Arts Month activities are spearheaded by the National Commission for Culture and the Arts, or NCCA, which is the country’s premier government institution for arts and culture.

T H E P E O P L E
Every year, the NCCA works hand in hand with arts and culture organizations, local government units, educational institutions, business establishments, and individuals in holding various initiatives in the arts. Now on its fourteenth year, the National Arts Month celebration has evolved from a Manila-centered activity, to a truly national event with key activities coming from all three major island groups – Luzon, Visayas, Mindanao. Involving hundreds of artists from the seven fields – architecture, dance, film, literature, music, theater and the visual arts – and reaching thousands of people from all walks of life, the National Arts Month is truly a festival of the Filipino people.

T H E L O G O



The official logo of the National Arts Month is a flower. It takes inspiration from a traditional ukkil floral motif of the peoples of the Sulu archipelago. The design is a stylized plant sprout and symbolizes the blossoming of the Philippine art.

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For schedule of events, visit . For further details on the National Arts Month, contact the Public Affairs and information Division of the NCCA at (02) 527-2192 locals 612-615 or email NCCA.
February 01, 2005

Younger Women, Folic Acid, High Blood

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So how does one connect all these? Well, I have read in a medical paper how these 3 are related.

With the kind of lifestyle younger women has these days, it is no secret that we (that still includes me, I think) are susceptible to high blood pressure. And how does folic acid fits in? Taken in high doses, folic acid enables the blood vessels to relax. As we know, folic acid can be found in fruits and green vegetables. But eating these edibles will have no effect in the blood pressure due to its availability in minimum doses. Dietary supplements may actually be the only solution.

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