Sep 1
Strangeness
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Bizarre.

I have these wonderful pair of slippers. Having it was beyond anything else.  I always use it. I crave for it. I can’t live without it. But if you could count how many months, days or hours I spent my time with it. Spending without it is definitely longer than the hours spent using it. If I were to tally the total of 12, I indulged myself for about 5 unacceptable long period of shallowness. Heck, where’s the missing 7? I keep on missing that 7. Maybe more on the next 12 or 24 or 36. I don’t know.

This is more than odd.

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Aug 29
All I Want is You
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All I want is you by Barry Louis Polisar

If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I’d want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen
All I’d want is you to shade me and be my leaves

If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I’d want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen
All I’d want is you to shade me and be my leaves

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
If you were the winter, I know I’d be the snow
Just as long as you were with me, when the cold winds blow.

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were a wink, I’d be a nod
If you were a seed, well I’d be a pod.
If you were the floor, I’d wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss, I know I’d be a hug

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were the wood, I’d be the fire.
If you were the love, I’d be the desire.
If you were a castle, I’d be your moat,
And if you were an ocean, I’d learn to float.

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

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Aug 23
Mom and Tina’s
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Who: Leo (aka Kisses), Clangers, Ceffy, Jeanne, Bentot and the beautiful Me. :)

When: Wednesday, August 20, 2008 at 8:00pm. Manila time.

Where: Mom and Tina’s Bakery Cafe, along Perea street and Dela Rosa in Makati.

The Others: Deki got sick, Carlo was stucked with law issues (he’s taking up Law), Mae has her 3 months mind boosting training in Europe and Tinggie is still and ever will be enslaving herself in Japan and oh, congratulations Tinggie sweetie :) for you X300 project.  —>>  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sq7yKMjz-0c&NR=1.  Yay!

 

Here’s a little flashback of a planned event last Wednesday (20080820) after work.

Cef, came home from a month training that requires him to stay in Australia. We celebrated his home coming and of course to get our pasalubongs - which is the primary purpose of this get together. Hehe. We ate at Mom and Tina’s Bakery Cafe along Makati. The place is comfy, great country ambeince and a perfect place to gather friends. Sadly, we are only 6 and the other half couldn’t make it, or are nowhere to be found. 

we

 

The following are taken in a coffee shop along Ayala Ave (except the 2nd one haha). We were waiting for my Papoi to pick me up at 12:00am. I’m Cinderella in real life, the difference is I have an attitude of her two step sisters.

 

The history of hugs and kisses happened in our freshman year in College. We were seatmates…. then history. We just get used calling each other the popular chocolates of Mr Milton Hershey.

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Aug 17
First time in Olongapo
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It was my first time in Olongapo! :)

I sang almost all the magic sing’s song list, I met Keko’s older sisters for the first time, I had lunch at Ate May’s new (beautiful) house. I played and spoiled with the kids. It was Avie’s (Ate Che’s baby girl) Baptism, I was welcomed heartily and happily, I pigged out (a lot), I gained 8pounds (ooooh the carbo overload) overnight, I slept at Nay Fe and Tay Isco’s house, I met Keko’s family.

I’ll definitely have my next times.

Thing is, I was alone. Keko is in San Francisco. I faced them with ‘me’ beside me. I was not scared at all. I am happy. I love his family. And

His sisters love me. Yay! Wooohooo!

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Aug 10
People inside me
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There are people inside me, some I know well and others I are lurking in the shadows. A few I love and am even proud of. A few I’m ashamed of and sometimes try to discard. The people inside me often disagree with one another. When one thinks I should diet another wants to eat. When one wants a cookie, one is shouting I should eat a leaf. When one is boastful, another reprimands her being a braggart. The people inside me have different aspirations. One is ambitious and very visible another wants to lead a quiet life and would just read a book. One takes work with her on fun in the sun another prefers long day adventures. So I must live with passion yet try for moderation with self confidence yet with doubts looking out for myself yet being there for others. For I am all of the people inside me.

Was written in a one boring but solemn day..

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Aug 10

Have I told you that I’ve been a bum for two and a half months? Yes. Great deal. You should try it. It started April 1st and ended second week of June. Haha. It was the best time to give yourself a break and it’s like living through my schooling days – after March 31st, a 2 months vacation then voila back to cluttered world. But that vacation did not go to waste at all. I went to Cavite and Batangas where I spent time with family. I memorized all shows in channel 11 (Q11, there’ll be another entry for their addicting tv shows hehe), I have been a loyal fun of teleseryes and Mexican telenovela (seriously! hahaha), been busy with household chores, visiting National Museum (twice), Rizal Park, Roxas boulevard, Intramuros, rooming around Makati, Ortigas and Paranaque, and sometimes surprising Keko in his office. I really had fun. But what made my vacation more interesting is because of Bonifacio’s Bolo.

It was created by Ambeth Ocampo, a journalist, academic, teacher and writer. He has a column Philippine Daily Inquirer and an author of many historical essays.

Who says that Philippine History is never as fun and interesting? Ambeth’s style is different from the other authors, he researched the whys, what, when and how. He peeled on the traces of history and on the people who make it happen.

Here are some interesting facts from Bonifacio’s Bolo.


There were five dates of the Cry of Balintawak: August 20, 23, 24, 25 and 26 and five different venues:  Balintawak, Pugadlawin, Kangkong, Bahay Toro and Pasong Tamo


Historical relics are concrete links to the past, but many were destroyed in the National Library during the liberation of Manila. Before the National Museum was founded, the Library set up a Gallery of Art and History whose contents were listed in a Catalog of Paintings, Sculptures and Historical Objects in 1938


Bonifacio: Myth and Reality: Myth tells us that his image is popularly known as one wearing an open camisa de chino to display his chest and pants rolled up to reveal his brafeet. His left hand waved the Katipunan flag while his right raised a defiant bolo but Guillermo Tolentino proven that Bonifacio’s is represented in one closed barong tagalog with a handkerchief tied oh his neck and a gun on the other. Bonifacio prefer his gun over a bolo.


Humabon was twice a traitor, first betraying his own people by conceding to Spanish power and second, by betraying the same Spaniards with whom he negotiated peace under whose auspices he converted – all these in less than a week.


Antonio Luna betrayed his friends including Jose Rizal.


Aguinaldo never really wanted to be a President. He rather fight than to lead.


Magellan’s cross in Cebu is only a replica. The cross was used as a panggatong by Humabon and his people in Spaniard’s feast


One day, William Howard Taft, a fisherman in Manila Bay found ‘bubbles’ like a crown of pearls stretched upon the surface of the sea. He tasted the water and to his surprise it was sweet. Sweet water in the middle of the sea? The fisherman returned with a priest who promptly pronounced a miracle. People from nearby Tondo came in boats and saw bubbles from a cross. They took bottles of miraculous water home. Two days later, one of the cholera epidemics hit Tondo. It was found out that the bubbles and sweet water came from a busted sewage pipe.

That’s enough teasers for now. Better buy and read the whole book. Right now, I am searching for Ambeth’s collection of essays in Aguinaldo’s Breakfast. I remember when I was in my 3rd year or professor gave us the taste of Ambeth’s essay concerning the ‘History of Curse’.

If you want to experience a bit of Ambeth, try his articles in Inquirer.net.

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Aug 1

Grace is pregnant and is possibly going to have lovely twins. Woooohooo! Congrats sweetie. It was Friday, and the three of us pigged out in Mann Yann, a Chinese restaurant in Makati.

friday night

 

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Jul 27

My heart

This is how he makes me feel every single day. He’s my bundle of pancakes and a spoonful of whipped cream.

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Jul 27

This weekend, I spent almost my surfcapades (surfing escapade)

with this –> http://www.urbandictionary.com

I’m hooked!

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Jul 25

Chagall's self portraitThey met in a bar, write songs together, perform together and soon they decided to get married. They are The Weepies. They are an indie pop-folk musicians and songwriter where one of their songs was inspired by a russian painter named Marc Chagall (song is titled Painting by Chagall). Because of their composition I learned to appreciate Chagall especially his artistic style, unique ideas and of course his own symbolisms with paintings. O by the way, here’s my fave part in the song

You’re the moon, I’m the water
You’re Mars, calling up Neptune’s daughter
Sometimes rain that’s needed falls
We float like two lovers in a painting by Chagall

His work of art

lovers floating watching you

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