After watching Twilight (me for the 2nd time, Polly and Mado for the nth time) we went to Rustan’s to look at cosmetics and perfume. I have always had the desire to be able to wear makeup to make up for the so many stressful days I’ve been having.

I have always been intimidated by Rustan’s because I’m an average SM person. Recently, I have been frequenting the shoe and home sections because it’s always a treat to window shop there. This is the first time I entered Rustan’s cosmetics section.

Anyway, while gawking at name brands I only see in magazines, I noticed Polly squirting a perfume at Mado’s wrist. I’ve seen this brand before. Since I thought I can use some sort of upper after an encounter with an MMDA (another story) I offered my wrist to have the Smiley scent.

Yup. I read that Smiley is the scent of happiness. The anti-depressant perfume. The Happy pill. According to their website:

Prescription free happiness, now available?! Smiley offers a unisex and universal range of products with micro-nutrients to activate happiness! Its secret: the formula is based on natural bio-chemistry combining theobromine with phenylethylamine derived from pure cocoa extract. This psycho stimulant cocktail is available in a whole range of preparations using galenical pharmacology. A 100% medical look for a unique therapy, the range is revealed out of the confined box of the luxury perfume industry! This antidepressant remedy is to be consumed without any moderation: in the shower, in the bath, for specific use anytime you wish! The formulae are preserved in exclusive perfume bottles developed by the prestigious glassmaking techniques of Saint-Gobain and desinged by Ora-Ito, the most sought after designer of his generation. Nothing like it to contain the happy therapy!

I couldn’t care less. From the time I sniffed my wrist until I got home my stomach was queasy. It didn’t make me a least bit happy at all. Mado and I almost emptied my bottle of hand sanitizer trying to wipe the smell off our skin. POlly on the hand loves it. Eww.

I wonder now why the perfume didn’t work on me. Scientifically, it’s supposed to be an upper. Am I that messed up that my olfactory nerves can’t send “happy” signals to my brain upon whiff of this liquid Prozac?

I believe in the power of Smileys. I have a Smiley paperweight, Smiley ref magnets, Smiley notebook and Smiley notepads. THough I’ll have to make sure they’re all unscented.

photo from: http://palscape.wordpress.com/2008/12/01/a-heavenly-emoticon/

December na at malamig na naman ang Pasko ko. But seeing the night sky for the first day of the month made me think it might not gonna be a bad month or year after all. It’s a rare phenomenon, having Venus, Jupiter and a crescent moon form into a giant smiley. =)

It was like the sky is telling me to stop fretting and smile instead. That there’s gonna be so many good things ahead despite the bad things happening around me.

*sighs*

I now have the Twilight soundtrack and David Cook’s album. I vowed not to deprive myself of simple pleasures so I wouldn’t feel too depressed when work gets unbearable. Besides, I need to reward myself for passing my assignments on time.

But…well…I feel sad that I have no one to watch the movie with. My dates insists on me going halfday because they’re off to Baguio. Another reason to be sad about. And I can’t.

Such is the downside of being single. No one is obligated to accompany you when your friends aren’t available. I guess I have to brave ATC on my own just to watch Edward Cullen on the 26th.

*sighs*

So now I know why Kat harts Hugh Jackman. I never really paid much attention but seeing this morning’s article AND his adorable cover photo, I was taken aback and loudly said, “kaya pala”.

Definitely gorgeous. I noticed his hair and the word “sexy” came to me. Hmmm…this is the second time, I noticed a guy’s hair and actually liked it. Rob Pattinson was the recent one.

Reading the article was like, “Such a guy exists?” Is he some sort of an Edward? hehehe

What a great way to start the morning. Awake at his 6am, staring into the face of the Sexiest Man Alive…. =P

Photo courtesy of: http://www.askmen.com/women/galleries/men/hugh-jackman/picture-1.html

If they will all meet one day, probably at my funeral or something, they will figure out that they belong to the BB Club. The Burned Bridge Club. Two weeks ago, four members. Now, they are five.

A group of special friends that still remain special but only in secret. Just in my heart. Except for one. Because I can not muster enough courage to deal with certain truths in me. And to ask them to deal with it with me.

I might be attacking the issue in a wrong way. But for now, it is the best approach I can think of. Prevention is better than cure, as they say. It sounds stupid in this case, but fear still holds me.

And this realization just dawned on me. I am “over” for the past months. Truimphant that I made myself get over him after a year and a half. But the repercussions of the betrayal still haunts me. And suddenly, it stung me. Again. The first member of the BB Club is making an appearance.

I hate to say this. But it’s my blog, so I have every right.

“I hate you. You know who you are.”

I am currently addicted to Facebook. It came at a time when I seriously needed distraction. I love the quizzes, being able to express whatever, getting to comment on friends’ ongoings and playing Yoville.

love it. love it. hehe…

Last Wednesday, my family and some friends trooped to the Casino Filipino Grand Theater to watch Wanders, a show by Chinese and Russian acrobats as well as Filipino dancers. We were invited by my good friend Ton who works there.

To cut the story short, the event didn’t push through. We waited for almost an hour only to be told that there are technical problems that might endanger the lives of the performers. Haay…sayang..

Ton said it was unusual for a Wednesday to be filled with people. And it was the first time after 200 shows that a problem occurred. May malas daw ata…At ako ba un?

One friend pointed out that I was there on the Eheads concert which was cut short. And Ton pointed out that we have been planning to watch the show pero laging nasisira plano…hahaha! Ako yata ang lagi nagkakaproblema? Poor me! And then there’s the Subic trip which was postponed too because I can’t come..Haaay…

Hope we can still watch the show. I watched some footage at youtube and it looks really fun.

I am the last person to own a pet. Much less a cat.  I have a hate relationship with my sister’s Siamese cat, Mimi. I hate the smell of cat poop. I hated Mimi scratching my sofa back at home. I hate cat hairs in my bed. I have doubts in myself caring for a pet. I don’t want the extra cleaning and the extra expense. I was content with having a frog in my yard.

I have been planning to have fishes. Have a beautiful aquarium and maybe have a pair of guppies named Cookie and Mookie for starters. Having a cat was a no-no. I would always have the perfect excuse to refuse adopting any of Mimi’s kittens. I always say, I want a kitten who looks exactly like her or a black one. Or a black male. Or a black male kitten who looks like her.

And then Sam was born.

A handsome black kitten who looks like Mimi. I think it was like love at first sight. When I first held him, he sort of embraced me and cooed like a baby. And I was sold.

I went on to buy him stuff and my sister laughed and predicted Sam is going to be spoiled. From his first night up to now, he has accompanied me in my room, sleeping under my bed. We now have the habit of snuggling together in my sofa he now claims as his romping ground. He jumps up and down, scratching it, shedding his black hairs in it…Surprisingly, I’m not complaining. Sam looks so good in the red sofa.

In just two weeks, Sam sort of changed me. I adjusted my body clock from 6am to 5am. He is the perfect snooze button. Once he hears my alarm go off at 5, he would cry or tap my shoulder. So even though I still want to go to sleep, I would get up, open the door and go down to accompany him do his morning rituals. I don’t hate cat poop anymore as I religiously clean his litter twice a day so the house wouldn’t smell. And I find myself buying him treats like Whiskas in small packs and a ball to play with.

I grew up with extremely noisy hound dogs, our house was is a cat shelter and we were encouraged to have hamsters, white mice and other small pets when we were kids. We used to have a myna bird named Chippy (bless his soul) who would call everybody’s name but mine.  And my sister is a veterinarian. But the family’s love for animals didn’t rub off on me.

Until Sam came and claimed his spot in my heart.

To know the Way

We go the Way;

We do the Way

The way we do

The things we do.

It’s all there is in front of you,

But if you try too hard to see it,

You’ll only become Confused.

I am me,

And you are you,

As you can see;

But when you do

The things that you can do,

You will find the Way,

Ans the Way will follow you.

-The Tao of Pooh

By Benjamin Hoff

TGIF! But then, there’s still one more day to go. Anyway, since I bowed out of the planned drinking spree with colleagues tomorrow due to my lack of enthusiasm to drink at Paseo, I am now thinking of how I’d amuse myself on a Saturday night.

What makes me relaxed and happy then? I love lists, so here goes…

FOOD of course! Needless to say, I get cranky when I’m hungry. So I always have TicTac in my bag just in case. Anyway, what particular food makes me happy? (this is gonna be a long list)

• Coffee - which is more of a need than just comfort. yep, addiction is the word.
• Black Toblerone, M&Ms and Choco Mallows (my study food)
• Cheese!
• Quezo Real Ice Cream (which I’m craving for right now)
• Pasta!!!!! particularly a good meal at Old Spag House (looking forward to December!)
• Frozen Grapes
• Pistachios
• Sushi
• Starbucks with Tots.
• and last but not the least…sisig and beer…

SPA. Like any typical girl, I love being pampered from head to toe. I would frequent Paseo for my usual foot spa, pedicure and manicure. This time, I think I need another massage. I used the GC tots gave me last week because of the strain I had from too much badminton. I could use another one, though…

GOOD MOVIE. Haven’t had one in a while. A friend reminded me of Nights in Rodanthe, but sorry no, I still hate love stories. I guess, I’ll hoard DVDs tomorrow and watch with Sam. I hope I can finally find Quezo Real Ice Cream.

A BOOKSTORE TRIP. Just standing and browsing through aisles, looking for a good buy, despite that I still have many unread books lying around the house.

SHOE SHOPPING! Hmmm….I haven’t bought shoes for a very long time already. Maybe, it’s the reason why I feel so low…Gah! Of course, it is!  *chuckling

SURPRISES! I may be cold and a snob at times, but I would secretly smile over unexpected kindness and thoughtfulness of some people I don’t even talk to.  A very simple gift from a group of people who noticed that you’ve been hotheaded and sad for a few days…People having the initiative to do things they know you’ll be pleased at, also to make you smile… Isn’t it a blessing to have such persons show they care?

Anyway, so what’s the point on enumerating all these things? Nothing. Just trying to steer myself into good thoughts. I now plan to cook myself and sam carbonara once I figure out what “half and half” really means. We’ll sit side by side in my red sofa and watch “The Jane Austen Book Club” on DVD.

I think that should do it.

I went on a 2 day hiatus. Just me and sam and work and house chores and Jane Austen’s Mansfield Park.

Purposely avoiding any communication from anyone, I was able to regain a bit of sanity. Just a bit but it was enough to tide me until the week is over. If not for my 2 bffs, I would have continued keeping to myself for the whole week. But I sensed that if I did not respond to any of their messages, there will be two boys knocking at my door, demanding what was wrong with me. And it’s the last thing I need.

I guess, even though you love being with friends, there are times you want to be alone. In my case, I have this tendency of being emotional when im with any of them and crying is the last thing I want to do. If you want to start picking yourself up, one good cry is enough.

I want to go somewhere. And just read, write or think. Or for once, do nothing and sleep all day. Away from the pressures of life, the letdowns, disappointments, frustrations that life naturally brings.

If it wasn’t for Sam, I would have hied off to any beach somewhere with a six-pack over the weekend.

*sigh

I miss that. Sitting in the sand, watching the night sky with beer in hand. Waiting for a falling star and wishing on it. Walking along the shore in the early morning, picking up shells and unusual rocks to take home as a souvenir.

I am jaded.

But I’m ok. I know I will be. I always bounce back somehow.

im sitting where i am supposed to be. and still i feel so empty. i used to like Mondays. it’s the start of the week and the busiest day..but i make it a point to make the day the best day coz it sort of psychs me up for the rest of the week.

now..i will be trying very very hard to concentrate. i need to channel what’s left of my energy to the only thing that’s keeping me sane.

i will keep my silence. i am in no mood to talk actually. i’ll have the whole weekend to pour it out anyway. im stunned. im weak from things happening all at the same time.

to date, you were the fourth. and i truly regret it. i don’t know how i can undo things. turn back time. but i have to accept this since i planned it all along. now that it’s done, im trying to convince myself it’s for the better. more for your sake than mine. whatever. but i keep thinking about it.

but i’ll be fine. i always bounce back somehow. but this time without you.

i know too, i will continue burning bridges. im addicted to it. and until someone is brave enough to cross through a blazing fire to get me…i will never be able to cross any bridge.

you know those moments when you totally don’t wanna cry…but you’re not sure what else to do?….

i drink. belt it all out. and then eventually i cry.

I sent out a distress call and you were here. You brought me a six-pack without any hesitation.

I told you everything. and we talked about all the things I wanted to tell you.  And you were shocked, but I knew you’d understand. And you did. I explained everything.  You are, one of the very special persons in my life. That even though, I hate you when you’re a slob, and I can’t stand being with you 24/7, I still love you. We’ve been friends for 8 or so years, and I guess, both have been witness to each and every heartache we’ve had. I could never thank you enough for being here, and listening and understanding. And though at times I hate you for being so stubborn, you know I’d always be here for you. I guess that’s what friends are for. And yeah, I know I’m stubborn too. It takes one one to know one, of course.

You’d always be my baby. and I told you why. Im not expecting you to listen and follow me. But I know, you’d think twice. Because I want the best for you and I don’t want you both to feel what I felt.

Thanks for listening. I promise I’ll be ok from now on. At least I was honest to myself. And to you.That finally I had the guts to admit some things I’ve been denying all along.

I wish you all the best. All the happiness. Because you deserve it.

And I know, we’ll remain the best of friends for a lifetime….

Yukk…drama…salamat sa beer…utang muna…hehehe…. =)

I watched the Harry and Paul clip several times. It wasn’t funny. Maybe because I don’t really understand British humor. But I don’t see it as offensive either. It just so happened that the maid was Filipina. But the way I see it, it’s reality.

Filipina maids are everywhere. These women, most of them mothers, leave the country to work as domestic helpers because they have no choice. Because there is no opportunity here in the Philippines for them. Because they need to work to survive. I think the same is true with different nationalities, there are Mexican, Chinese, Indian maids portrayed in movies and sitcoms everywhere. So what’s the fuss?

Masyado ba talaga matampuhin ang mga Pinoy? Sobrang sensitive?

Don’t we have bigger issues? Aren’t we guilty of the same offense sometimes? Why does the government have to react to this pa and issue protest statements. Why don’t we look at the bigger issue. Bakit madami at bakit naststereotype ang mga Pinay abroad. That should be the real question.

I remember the Desperate Housewives issue. I was offended by that one. But when the Cebu scandal came out, I was shocked and so angry. And humiliated. It was appalling. Filipinos making fun of fellow Filipinos. Now what is that!?

I think everyone is capable and has been guilty of discrimination one way or another. I’m guilty of this too, that sometimes, I take second looks at weird looking foreigners and sometimes laugh and make fun of them. Sometimes nga, we laugh at our own countrymen. Tagalogs who laugh at the Bisaya for the way they speak. Christians discriminating Muslims. Straight men/women vs the gay community. Politicians vs politicians (that’s another story).

Please. It’s a comedy show. If you dont find it funny, then don’t laugh. Stop making a big deal out of it. Don’t we all have something more important to think about and do than going to DFA to protest? If BBC apologizes, would it change the plight and opinion of other people from all over the world?

I read this somewhere:

What others think of you, is none of your business. hehe..

I absolutely adore David Cook. Thrilled with the new single and looking forward to his album and concert. Although honestly, I don’t like this picture.

watch?v=6bUKjhRgsNs

Light On

Never really said too much

Afraid it wouldn’t be enough

Just try to keep my spirits up

When there’s no point in grieving

Doesn’t matter anyway

Words could never make me stay

Words will never take my place

When you know I’m leaving

__________

Try to leave a light on when I’m gone

Something I rely on to get home

One I can feel at night

A nake light, a fire to keep me warm

Try to leave a light on when I’m gone

Even in the daylight, shine on

And when it’s late at night you can look inside

You won’t feel so alone

__________

You know we’ve been down that road

What seems a thousand times before

My back to a closing door and my eyes to the seasons

That roll out underneath my heels

And you don’t know how bad it feels

To leave the only one that I have ever believed in

__________

Try to leave a light on when I’m gone

Something I rely on to get home

One I can feel at night

A nake light, a fire to keep me warm

Try to leave a light on when I’m gone

Even in the daylight, shine on

And when it’s late at night you can look inside

You won’t feel so alone

__________

Sometimes it feels like we’ve run out of luck

When the signal keeps on breaking up

When the wires cross in my brain

You’ll start my heart again

When I come along

__________

Try to leave a light on when I’m gone

Something I rely on to get home

One I can feel at night

A nake light, a fire to keep me warm

Try to leave a light on when I’m gone

Even in the daylight, shine on

And when it’s late at night you can look inside

You won’t feel so alone

today was tiring.

mentally, emotionally, physically. i wanted to go into hibernation but I couldn’t. I want to nurse myself having been deprived of food and sleep for the past two weeks. I know that a few more days of this could bring me down again.  i feel physical pain too, playing nonstop badminton last night. I thought the stress would go with the exercise. It did, but only for a while. slept a bit early as usual, but woke up at the same time again. 2 am. I wonder why. What is with 2 am that wakes me and keeps me until the morning.

i almost cried this morning. whining to my best friend was the best I could do to ease things. i was cranky and impatient. i tried to look up for a gospel i remember hearing last year. the sermon at Carmel is still fresh, and these words are still one of my favorite mantras. HOPE and PATIENCE. kept repeating them over and over.

In order to get through the day, I shifted to the “ice queen” mode. Keeping to myself and making my head and hands busy is a surefire way to beat the sullen me. All I could do was get in the flow of things but frustration is still high. If it was a PMS thing or lack of sleep, I don’t know. I still couldn’t cheer myself up. Felt like a robot. I was contemplating on another coffee to fill my food-empty-liquor-flooded stomach, when I received something unexpected. It was weird because despite being somewhat impersonal (and cheesy), it pulled me out. Made me laugh.

And then it dawned on me. However crazy your day is, God will make sure you don’t drop all the way down. He sends these unexpected people and their actions, events, whatever… to make sure you don’t fall. He sends someone to make you feel you can get through the day. And get through it with a smile. But it will be up to you to recognize and appreciate these simple things.  Simple happiness as a friend would always say.

To myself:

Stop wallowing over those that you don’t have or was taken away from you. Instead, revel at the presence of the people who truly cares, at the things you have that most people don’t. In more than a hundred ways, you are blessed!

I have posted this several times already. But I really love reading this from time to time.

One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.

Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that
have finished. Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?

You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband
or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.

None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not
even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return: we cannot for ever be
children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards
our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back.

Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.
That is why it is so important (however painful it maybe!) to destroy
souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or
donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world
is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our
hearts and getting rid of certain memories also means making some
room for other memories to take their place.

Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win
and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not
expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional
television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.

Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that
are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the ideal moment.
Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell
yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that
there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person. Nothing is irreplaceable. A habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.

Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but
simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change
the record, clean the house, and shake off the dust.  Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.

When i’m feeling low, i either shop, drink, write (while drinking). But since the funds are low and i have been somewhat indisposed for the past two weeks, i spent my entire weekend doing the best therapy. CLEANING.

I had the whole weekend to devote to household chores. The house has been neglected for some time now and badly needs a general cleaning. Woke up early Saturday morning, blasted the house with music, opened all windows and went on to do my laundry, scrubbed the floors and tiles, changed sheets and curtains, and dusted books. Today, i cleaned the windows, blinds, the kitchen and the laundry area, and dusted corners here and there.

As I’m surveying the house, I felt a sense of peace and pride. Keeping myself busy has made me forget the loneliness I felt last Friday. Cleaning is and will be my foremost therapy when depressed. Aside from taking your mind off things, you get a clean and organized house, you get moderate workout too, plus it’s free, unless you have no stock of cleaning materials.

Neat and orderly surroundings does help. When you get in the mood of fixing tangible things and you see that you’ve accomplished it, the desire to de-clutter your thoughts comes next. When the house is spotless, go give yourself a luxurious bath, then fix a great meal or even just a cold drink and plop into your sofa. Think of how you’d tackle your current situation. Writing it down also helps. As for me, sorting out life’s complications can be like thorough cleaning. Do it one at a time to make sure that all areas are covered and you don’t confuse yourself. Multitasking is great too, but only if you’re a master at it. Trying to do so many things at the same time can make you less efficient and stressed. Remember that cleaning (and thinking) isn’t supposed to wear you down, so take it easy and stop (sleep!) if you’re too tired. Then scrutinize the dirt and where it is coming from, scrub it off your system or sort it out.

Then relish the pleasure of a clean house and a clutter free mind. =)

i am trying to teach myself how to manage this blog on my own. im learning all about plugins, widgets, codes, etc. but i am starting to have a headache. literally. and i know the things im starting to learn is just the basics.

i told myself earlier that to learn to do things on my own would take my mind off things. but, wow. mas gustuhin ko ata magmukmok. o magbunot ng damo sa labas ng bahay ko.

waaaah!!!!!

but i’ll try again. i have the whole day to myself tomorrow anyway.

i’d appreciate any help by the way. parinig pa…hehehe…. =D

I’ve read somewhere that one week is more than enough for us to decide whether or not to accept our destiny. And I will be taking this saying literally. I have been asking for a sign, but being the stubborn Aries that I am, I refuse to heed the obvious that things are going nowhere. That I have to give it up and move on. Yet again.

Setting one week for a move to be made might be unfair but I don’t think I can go on expecting anymore. I cannot waste the strength I gained from previous experiences.  Besides, I don’t really have anything to hold on to.  So this should be a breeze.

But who am I kidding?

I have spent nights thinking about it. Even shed tears out of frustration. And I know I will be moping for days until such time that I’ve settled into a new routine. But starting now, I will stop entertaining any thoughts of that possibility I yearn.

If I will be proven wrong, well and good.

I saw the sign and it is disappointing. But who am I to counter the answer to my prayers? I know there are better things in store for me. And they will come at the right time that I won’t have to ask for signs anymore.

I’ve made up my mind,
Don’t need to think it over,
if I’m wrong I am right,
Don’t need to look no further,
This ain’t lust,
i know this is love but,

If i tell the world,
I’ll never say enough,
Cause it was not said to you,
And thats exactly what i need to do,
If i’m in love with you,

Should i give up,
Or should i just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere,
Or would it be a waste?
Even If i knew my place should i leave it there?
Should i give up,
Or should i just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere

I’d build myself up,

And fly around in circles,
Wait then as my heart drops,
and my back begins to tingle
finally could this be it

Should i give up,
Or should i just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere,
Or would it be a waste?
Even If i knew my place should i leave it there?
Should i give up,
Or should i just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere

Should i give up,
Or should i just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere,
Or would it be a waste?
Even If i knew my place should i leave it there?
Should i give up,
Or should i just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere

Free yourself from forcing, expecting or wanting someone to receive what you think they should take - it could be your idea, opinion, or an opportunity you think they should accept - you can’t make anyone take anything - your own experience probably confirms this. Offer humbly. Offer gently. Offer as if you are a master, and then let go, and retire like a shy child. When you can dance the dance between being master and child, you’ll be surprised how much more others will accept what you have to say, and how much more they appreciate your offerings.

www.thoughtfortoday.org.uk

I was invited by my friend Sherly to her barangay’s efforts to help the Philippine National REd Cross. The Blood Donation Program in her area which she spearheaded (being the councilor) made me proud of her. Part of the program is making sure that people in her area can have blood through Red Cross when they need it. So even though I don’t belong to her barangay, I went out to support her.

But, well…for the second time, I was denied. The first time was because I was underweight. Yup, I was, once upon a time…hehehhe…That was about 10 or so years ago…

This time, it was because I just had my 3rd molar removed a week ago. They told me that I can donate blood after 3 months. Funny, the girl mentioned that if you had your tooth extraction from  a private clinic, you can donate after 3 mos. But if done in a public clinic, you can only donate after one year. LOL!

Walang tiwala ang REd Cross sa public clinics? Ako rin…hehehe….

Anyway, congratulations to She…Being a young politician, I hope you won’t change and get eaten by the system…hehehe….

By the way, if any wants to donate to the Philippine National REd Cross, be it in cash or kind, please do so.

I came upon this article from one fun pinoy site Damuhan while browsing. Really funny. Have had manliligaw #s 2, 7 and 9. So far havent really had a # 10. But im not sure if I do want that. i have already developed a certain aversion on anything cheesy and corny. hehehe…

I vow to take very good care of my teeth. After having my 3rd molar removed yesterday, and eating only ice cream for two days now and my face’s left side still swollen…I am never going back to the dentist except for prophylaxis.

Never. Never again!

2100 : lied down for awhile after taking my medicines. must have dozed off.

2110: phone rang. ignored.

2111: phone rang again. ignored again.

2137: got guilty. might be an emergency from the plant.

2138: sent text message “hus dis?”

2141: and the reply: “***** to. testing ko number mo. laki na inaanak mo. malapit na pasko”

WTH?!!? Can’t even say Hello first? Amazing that people would suddenly remember you after a veeeeery loooong time…only to be told of that.  *rolls eyes

Paseo was especially crowded last night. It was probably 2 months ago that we last went there and there wasnt much people then. Anyway, since we had a lot of catching up to do, we went to the table farthest from the stage.

Now, one of the things we normally do together (with or without beer) is people watching. We enjoy “observing” people…amusing ourselves with how people look or act.  Anyway, we  noticed a group of guys wearing their company uniforms and got to talk about how I hate one of our unit’s uniform. I described the combination and patches and how silly they look. As we were finishing our beer, someone passed by our batibot wearing a black polo with a large P175 print at the back. Now, at first I thought I was just getting tipsy and tried to shrug off the image I saw. But of course, Mon, being more observant than I am, pointed it out and we laughed about it. P175 is the rate for the econo room at Sogo motel and we went on to argue if it was the 3 hour or 6 hour short time promo they offer.

We continued talking. I think I was starting to explain why we had to avoid Starbucks for the meantime. All along  I was staring at the bar where the man with the Sogo polo entered. I was very intrigued at how he looks coz hey, someone who wears a shirt advertising a motel is intriguing. Then Mon joined the staring.  We came back to the motel and uniform issue gushing things like “ngi, kakahiya…” and “asan na cia, gusto ko makita mukha nya..”

Now, just when I uttered those lines, he again passed by us his back which screamed of the Sogo promo clearly at our sight. It prompted fits of laughter. You know that silent laugh that makes you squirm for air before you actually make the sound? We had about a minute of that and about 2 minutes or so of the biggest and loudest laugh we had in the longest time.

ANd after we settled ourselves and tried to listen to the band playing instead, (we had to distract ourselves to stop laughing), we found out that the next table was full of these Sogo people. Five men, wearing black polos with the Sogo label. I dont know why we didnt notice that they were there all along.

I’m not sure if they heard everything we said. But I’m pretty sure they heard us laughing our heads off. And I guess, thinking about it now, they gave us a revenge.

When one of the guys passed by our table again, he gave us coupons for a stay in Sogo.  Now that had us shut up.