about this blog

Others want it hard, others semi-hard. A few have it poached from them. The rest wants the freakin’ cacophony of an omelette. As for me, I want it sunny side up – life, that is.

Friday, December 16, 2011

You and I

Eddie Rabbitt and Crystal Gayle


Just you and I
Sharing our love together
And I know in time
We'll build the dreams we treasure
And we'll be all right, just you and I
Just you and I
Sharing our love together
And I know in time
We'll build the dreams we treasure
We'll be all right, just you and I

And I remember our first embrace
That smile that was on your face
The promises that we made
And now, your love is my reward
And I love you even more
Than I ever did before

Just you and I
We care and trust each other
With you in my life
They'll never be another
We'll be all right, just you and I

And I remember our first embrace
That smile that was on your face
The promises that we made
And now, your love is my reward
And I love you even more
Than I ever did before

We made it, you and I

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Sadness is a passive emotion

Sadness is a passive emotion. It comes out of nowhere and slithers through your system on a fine December day, piercing and abrupt. It covers you like a blanket until it’s too late to escape its grasp. You will try to resist, find a distraction to consume your thoughts. However, your efforts will all be in vain. Everything you do, watching TV, filing office documents, taking a morning bath, will be tainted with a grim poison and you can’t do anything but to give in to it. Falling in the trap of sadness is such an easy task.

On the other hand, happiness is a conscious effort, a deliberate attempt. One cannot be happy and not know it, or will for it to happen. It is not served in a platter. It is yearned for, worked hard for, prayed for, waited for, and thanked hard for.

Tonight, sadness is a foreign concept. I will be happy because I found happiness in you.

I love you, Dad.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

C for Mom


It was a hot and lazy afternoon right after my schedule as a BPO slave in one of those call centers in Alabang. I was too tired to speak. Too tired to eat. Too tired to sleep. But never too tired to flip over that stack of porn under the bed sheets. I was about to do what boys do when I heard footsteps outside my room and someone rushed inside.

It was mom.

She was crying.

She said something about the result of her biopsy.

She told me she had Stage 3 Breast Cancer.


We’re having trouble with our finances it seems but help, even the financial kind, kept pouring in. My parents never made us feel we’re living from pay check to pay check. However, I know I can’t just quit my job because I have to help with my younger brother’s school expenses.

Mom and dad were discussing their plans for mom’s immediate mastectomy and chemotherapy. They were listing down options for the hospitals and the cost implications. UP-PGH is on their list. Overhearing this, I pointed out that UP-PGH is the best option and it would help us if we won’t be spending too much for her medical bills.

She said, “Matitiis nyo bang nasa PGH ako? Hindi ba kayo naawa sa ‘kin?”


Mom wants to have her hair permed so she can keep it a bit longer while she’s on chemo. She had her locks kept long since I was in high school. I even bought the perming solution and the hair clips that day.

Minutes after the perming, I saw her on the verge of tears. “Akala ko, magdidikit-dikit ang buhok ko. Lalo pala natanggal.”

I called up a former professor and borrowed her wig she used when she was undergoing chemo. Mom used it for a number of months.


It’s been more than three years since she’s been diagnosed with breast cancer. Just two more years, she’ll be called a survivor.

I love my mom, very, very much. I might not be the best son she can ever have but God knows that in every dream I dream, my family is always there.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Happy Halloween!

Sira si azi, ang aking lappy. Am not in the mood to write. I feel guilty for not being able to update my blog these past few days. Got really, REALLY busy with work. And get-togethers with friends. 

But since Halloween is my favorite holiday, I will relish this occasion with a smile and a whole lot of lard on my face.

Happy Halloween, everyone! Let the witching hour begin!

Thursday, September 15, 2011

You are the reason why...

You are the reason why...

John Farnham

What did I do
Before the day I set my eyes on you?
Spending my time
Just working at the things I had to do

And then I saw your face
I was captured heart and soul
You gave me so much more

You're the reason why
I listen in the night
And steal the softest kisses
While you sleep

You're the reason why
Tears will fill my eyes
Just looking at a photograph
Of you

Touching my frown
Tell me what you read between the lines
Every thing's alright
I know sometimes I act a little strange

You bring me so much joy
Conversations make me smile
How could I love you more?

You're the reason why
I speak with foolish pride
Whenever there's a chance
To show you 'round

And you're the reason why
I lost this heart of mine
At the very moment
You arrived

And I can't believe this life
Was ever lonely
No, I can't imagine life
Before you

You're the reason why
I'm holding on so tight
I never want to let
This feeling go

And you're the reason why
My love will never die
My heart just could not sing
If not for you

What did I do
Before the day I set my eyes on you?

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

You won’t find Love in Malate

You won’t find Love in Malate, or in any place that reeks of sex, booze, and dark spot concealers. He won’t be leaning against the wall in his usual nonchalant self, looking at you with warmth and yearning. He won’t give you scotch on the rocks and won’t utter the wittiest of pickup lines. He’s not gonna be there to take your hand and whisk you away from the dance floor. He won’t give you the most consuming of caresses. He won’t have his car to take you to his pad.

He does not exist here.

Alas, as the wizened and wise would put it, you will find Love when you least expect it. When you’re not looking, not aware, not guarded. You will find him on a bus ride to Philcoa on a rainy Friday night. He’ll be that friend you’ve known since God-knows-when. He’s the guy that makes your morning coffee a celebration. You may even have just read his life online and be fascinated by it.

You will question his validity thinking that he could be just another one of your fruitless conquests, someone you can spend your excess while with. However, little by little, you will realize that the pieces fit together as if on a puzzle. A common interest, a common friend, a common habit, a common principle in life.

You found him.

And after finding him, for sure you will, thank the Universe for making a conspiracy of epic proportions. Love him more than he’ll ever know.

Dear SG bloggers

Dear SG peeps/bloggers:

May alam kayong room for rent near beach road?



Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Thank you Daddy :)

Love you! Matulog ka maaga today. Baka umatake na naman migraine mo...

I'll hug Teddy for tonight. Maha-hug mo din sya this November.

And thank you for this. Mwah!

Monday, August 29, 2011

Happy Second Monthsary!

Dad, eto yung sinasabi kong nakakamatay sa cute. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! :))

Happy 2nd (sa 30)! I love you!

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Ang Paghihiwalay

Unti-unting ibinaba ni Ronald ang tasa ng kape na kanina pa tangan-tangan at pagkatapos ay inilapag sa bangkong kinauupuan. Kanina pa ito walang laman ngunit tila nasanay na ang kanyang palad na may hawak na inumin.

Napatingin sya sa silid. Napakaraming kalat na kailangang ligpitin. Mayroong mga plastik ng pinagkainan at patong-patong na plato at mga kubiyertos sa mesa. Ang mga pinagbalatan ng kendi ay nagkalat din sa sahig. Kahit ang mga upos ng sigarilyo ay kung saan-saan nakasiksik. Mayroon sa ilalim ng mga bangko, sa ibabaw ng mesa, at kahit na sa ibabaw mismo ng mga bangko.

Tumayo si Ronald at nag-inat ng katawan. Ilang oras na rin pala syang nakaupo sa ganung posisyon habang nakatitig sa kawalan. Masakit na ang kanyang likod sa pag-upo sa bangkong walang sandalan. Ang kanyang balikat ay namimintig na rin.

Nang maramdamang bumalik na sa ayos ang sirkulasyon ng dugo sa kanyang katawan, siya ay naglakad palabas ng silid para silipin ang kalsada.



Walang tao.

Tinignan ni Ronald ang kanyang relo at siya ay napabuntong-hininga. Ito ang pinaka-ayaw nyang oras nitong mga nakalipas na araw. Makalagpas ng alas dos ng madaling araw, alam nyang mag-isa na naman sya. Uuwi na ang mga kamag-anak at mga kaibigan. Pero kung tutuusin sanay naman siya mag-isa. Labing-walong taong gulang pa lang sya ng humiwalay sa poder ng mga magulang upang mag-aral sa Maynila.

Hindi nya kailangan ng kausap o karamay. Kaya nya mabuhay mag-isa. Pero hindi ngayon.

Tinalikuran na ni Ronald ang kalsada at inaninag ang natutulog na esposo. Alam nyang hindi nya kayang magpaalam dito pero susubukan nya. Kasabay ng pagtirik ng bagong kandila ay ang pangakong hindi na muling iibig pa.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Blogger meet up tonight

Attention to all bloggers: Let's have coffee tonight. Krispy Kreme. Glorietta 4. 7pm.

Let's cheer Yasmin Kurdi up :)

Let me know kung sasama kayo. Ipapasara natin yung venue pag marami tayo masyado. Haha!

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Random Rant

Please let me rant today. Bihira lang naman 'to.


Pagkatapos mo bastusin ang FB ng pinsan kong namatay at alipustahin ang pagkatao ko, may apog ka pang kontakin ang kaibigan ko???

Ibang klase ang pagkakagawa sayo. Mas matibay pa sa tupperware at orocan.

Wag ka magkakamali pumunta sa Cavite, walanghiya ka. Ipapatumba kita.

Hayun, okay na ko. Back to normal programming.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Dad, dahil hindi ko mailagay sa FB, dito na lang :)

Dad, dahil hindi ko mailagay sa FB, dito na lang :)

If u have a wonderful husband, fiance, or boyfriend who works hard to take care of you and would do anything for you, then repost this as your status to give the honest good men out there the recognition that they deserve. Because great men are few and far in between.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Bathroom Session 8 - More Than You'll Ever Know

More Than You'll Ever Know

Take my hand
We'll walk awhile, we'll talk awhile
Feel my love
Always there beside you
Be the one
I know you'll tell me everything
You are the one
I cherish more than anything
I love you more than you'll ever know
I love you more than you'll ever see
More than my heart could ever show
I love you more than you'll ever know

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Cover Letter

Dear HR Staffing:

I am Beyonce Knowles, [INSERT POSITION TITLE] of [INSERT COMPANY NAME], and I am interested to apply for the Marketing Communications Analyst opening of MERALCO.

As [INSERT POSITION TITLE], I am tasked to generate goodwill between the top management of [INSERT COMPANY NAME] and its employees through the facilitation of internal communication channels (i.e. company events, publications, company intranet). Tapping from the public relations and marketing skills I have developed through my current stint as a communications professional and as a BA Organizational Communication alumnus of the University of the Philippines Manila, I am confident that I would also do well in dealing with external stakeholders.

I have attached a copy of my resume for the detailed qualification of my proficiencies and professional experience for your perusal. I hope to receive a reply if my email was received properly. Thank you.

Best regards,

Beyonce Knowles

Saturday, July 9, 2011


It’s been two busy weeks since I’ve last posted anything in my blog. I didn’t really notice it until I opened my blog a few minutes ago. I’m really surprised some people still view my blog even without new posts.

It’s rainy today but I ain’t complaining. The weather only makes it better for things get written down onto paper, er, web space.  Just three important updates for today.

So far, she has surpassed my expectations. She is cheerful, a trait that should be innate for professionals who handle internal company events and publications. One cannot be glum when talking to co-employees about their “inputs.” Their comments or ideas might be stupid or not feasible, or even sometimes hurtful, but it doesn’t mean one has the right to immediately dismiss their thoughts. One has to learn to take it in a stride and just move along. My boss got that one right up. Plus, we came from the same university. We don’t need to guess how the other one would think, react, and respond. I have my fingers crossed that I’ll learn a thing or two from her.

And I’m actually using it right now. Hahaha! I was supposed to buy the MSI notebook with an i5 processor (I forgot the freakin’ model) but it was too heavy for something that will be lugged around from Cavite to Makati, and back, every day. Plus, it doesn’t do much in the looks department. So when I saw the new Sony Vaio Y Series, I knew I found THE ONE. The specs are really decent, except for the annoying Windows  7 Starter OS. In any case, my IT friend can deal with it perfectly well. Hahaha! Btw, I named my new baby Aziraphale – Azi for short.

YES, Virginia. I have fallen in love again and I am with high hopes that he is THE ONE. Dad, I know you’ll read this and will probably leave a comment. I want you to know that even if seas, mountains, and valleys separate us now, I am sure that we’ll have our time together. In one place. In God’s time. I love you, dad! J

Friday, June 24, 2011


I’m listening to the rhythm of the rain that has just started to pour. It commences with a gentle drizzle and ascends to a generous downpour, making a monotonous cycle of sounds as the rain drops collide and splatter onto the rooftops. Aside from this, pretty much everything is still.

The formerly lit sky is now engulfed in eternal darkness. It was not too long ago when the full moon exhibited itself upon its audience – the stars.

They were on a constant display of affection. A steady stream of burning red, patches of blazing orange, strings of scorching yellow, and blotches of brilliant blue stretched as far as the eye can see. Intense passion flared upon the midnight sky for everyone to behold. Too intense that their light could fill every crevice in the heavens above. Too intense that they could replace the sun. Too intense, indeed, that it hurts.

And as the night neared its climax, every color in the sky swirled into one giant white mass, blinding anyone who dared to open his eyes. And then suddenly, without consent, a loud explosion was heard in the night sky. After that, everything went blank.



The colors faded.

I’m still lying here motionlessly on top of the sheets, pain, guilt, and remorse washing over me. These sheets still hold the pieces of evidence. Your sweat, come, scents mixed with mine. Your last concrete memory.

Like how pathetic could I ever get by clinging to these sheets like a prized possession? But I don’t know. Maybe these are the last things I own that could ever have a part of you in them.

Yes. Hopefully, after washing these sheets, you’re off my heart.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Yellow cab dinner with fellow bloggers

Last night, I had dinner with fellow bloggers Nimmy, Yas, Jason, Yj, Ryan, and Jepoy Dee at Yellow Cab in Greenbelt. Since I met Jason and Yas prior to this, the blogger that surprised me a bit was Nimmy. He is freakin’ 2 inches taller than me (I forgot to wear my red stilettos. LOL). He’s like 5’9. And by the way, pictures don’t give him much credit. He is one good-looking dude.

In this time and age, it is quite amusing to know how people get to know each other. Cables, optic fiber, light, electricity, silicon chips – random hardware stuff. When you combine all these things, you bridge gaps, create ties, build relationships. I never felt out of place that night.

Two orders of Charlie Chan and an 18” Dear Darla pizza (and others I trained myself to forget) later, we moved to Museum Café to meet Kane, one of the bloggers I admire the most. As expected, I was dazed by his mere presence. I never knew I would ever meet him in my lifetime, but there he was. Pensive, consuming, somber, but handsome as ever. Hopefully, his next post will reveal a happier Kane.

Nga pala. Ron sends his regards. Sana next time daw kasama sya.

Till next time then! :)

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Bathroom Session 7 - Sana Ay Ikaw Na Nga

Dear _______,

I'm not at my best kasi inuubo at sinisipon ako. Hehehehehe.

I thought of you while I'm singing this :)



Tuesday, June 14, 2011

A year back

I used to be thin (see below) like a year ago. Now, my cheeks look like they're gonna pop and ooze lard anytime. Boo hoo.

Bathroom Session 6 - Ikaw ang Lahat sa Akin

I sang this song over the phone for a boy 5 days ago.

I look forward to singing songs for him every day.

Bathroom Session 1
Bathroom Session 2
Bathroom Session 3
Bathroom Session 4
Bathroom Session 5

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Oh Sta. Mariah Carey, please help me!

Sobrang stressed ako sa work lately. Tumataba ako at nagkakafimflets sa mukha. Ayheyt it!

And this is all because of my new boss. That devil bitch incarnate.

In times like this, isa lang ang pwede mag-cheer up sa kin.

Ang All I Want for Christmas is You ni Ateng Mariah.

Pero pwede din namang ikaw. Depende sa'yo :)

Thursday, June 2, 2011

An open letter to all my PLU sistahs

Dear Mga Ateng:

Isang paalala sa sangkabaklaan nationwide. Well, isama na rin natin ang mga afam tutal sila naman ang pasimuno nito after ng Stone Wall Riots nung 1969. Like how appropriate can we get? Pati year swak na swak! Pakak!

Ang buwan ng Hunyo ay hindi lamang ang panahon ng pagtataling-puso ng mga pechay at mga kawawang otoko. Ito rin ay isang pagdiriwang ng paninindigan at pagmamalaki na tayo ay proud to be Kapusong Mamon. At dahil dito, ang mga Mother Superiora ay gumising ng maaga despite their skull-shattering headache due to heavy-duty partying every weekend upang gumawa ng month-long program para sa atin.

Di ba, bongga lang sila?

Bilang ganti naman sa mga nabanggit na Mother Superiora ay try naman nating mag-attendance sa mga programa nila. Si atashi, fresent sa White Party fer sure! Bet ko din manood ng Pride March. Aabsentus na lang akey. Choz!

Eto mas bongga. On June 25, you are requested to change your profile pic sa FB into a photo of a rainbow flag. Taray! Vahala ka na to be as creative as fossivle (Actually, hindi ko sure 'to. Hula lang. Hahahaha!).

Akin na 'to. Wag na gumaya.

Prize? Wala. Kailangan talaga may prize?

For more details, please see below :)

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Gusto ko na mag MA/MS/MBA!

I’ve been thinking lately na dapat na ako mag MA soon. As in very soon. Lakas maka-bobo sa trabaho. Walang masyadong marubdubang pag-iisip na nagaganap. Puro ka-eklatan lang at administrative chenes na slightly nakakaburaot na.

Hindi baling maghigpit ako ng sinturon at hindi uminom sa starbucks, kumain sa anek-anek na mamahaling restaurant, at mag-party almost every weekend, basta makapag-aral ako ulit.

Na-miss ko rin yung feeling ng competition at mag-top sa exams. Na-miss ko na mag-cram sa pagrereview. Na-miss ko na umiwas sa mga on-the-spot report and recitation. At higit sa lahat, na-miss ko na magkaroon ng gwapong classmate! Choz!

Ang pinag-iisipan ko ngayon ay kung saan ako kukuha ng MA/MS/MBA.


Syempre dahil dun naman ako nag-college, why not ituloy ko na di ba? Actually, yung friend ko nung college ay enrolled na sa MBA program at papasok na this June. Syempre nanggit ako ng bonggang-bongga. Magkasing-talino lang kaya kami ni friendship. Lamang lang sya ng kaunting GPA. Hahaha! At syempre, abot-kaya ang tuition dito. Mura pa ang pagkain.

The problem is, napakalayo ng Diliman. North to South na naman ang drama ko. Kaya nga hindi ako nag-Diliman nung college. Sa Manila ako. Besides, upon seeing the MBA program syllabus, parang andaming math. Witchelles. Muntikan na kaya ako magka-singko dahil sa pesteng math na yan.

But then again, merung UP Open University at promising ang DevComm program. Pero it defeats the purpose of me “going to school” again. Gusto ko ng madalas na classroom setting. Mas natututo ako. At gusto ko din yung interaction ng class. So, witchelles sa Open University.


   UP Academic Programs

   UP MBA Program

   UP Industrial Relations Program

   UP Open University Development Communication


Hindi na dapat pagusapan kung bakit gusto ko mag-aral dito. Gwapo ang mga boys, may kotse, mayaman, kabog ang apelido. San ka pa? Kaso nahihiya ako magtanong ng tuition fee sa MBA program.

“What’s the approximate amount per semester for your MBA program?”

“You can’t afford it.”

“Ah, right. You have a point. Thank you.”


   Ateneo MBA Program


Nung gumagawa ako ng thesis nung college last year three years ago, madalas ako sa library nila to look for boys read and photocopy books. Bibo kasi yung first research topic ko kaya wala sa ancient books ng UP. Ayun tuloy, nagpalit ako ng research topic kasi sobrang limited ang studies and books regarding my topic. Anyway, bet ko ang vibe ng school, feeling ko magugustuhan ko dun.

Comprehensive ang MA/MS program list ng La Salle, like sa UP. Parang menu lang sa fast-food. One of the programs I like, actually love pala, ay ang Marketing Communications.

Sa aking pag-compute, aabot ng 25k per sem ang La Salle (trisem na ata ang tatlong nabanggit na mga schools). Mabigat ito sa bulsa pero parang kaya naman.


   La Salle Academic Programs

   La Salle Marketing Communications Program

What do you guys think?

Friday, May 27, 2011

Bathroom Session 5 - The man who can't be moved


I just realized hindi pa rin ako nakaka-move on. In case magbago isip mo, asa Makati Avenue lang ako. Naghihintay. May dalang extra hot coffee. For you.

Nagmamahal pa rin,

Bathroom Session 1
Bathroom Session 2
Bathroom Session 3
Bathroom Session 4

Thursday, May 26, 2011

I love beautiful Korean guys!

Soooobrang bet ko ang ang mga Koreano na 'to. I love 2PM. Kahit sino sa kanila - pero better kung gangbang. Choz!

Plus I love their new song.


I'll be back, you're going to look for me again. I'll come back then
Because there is no one who can love you as much as I do

What do I do if you're like this all of a sudden, what the hell am I supposed to do
How can you be like this, I believed you when you said you would love me forever
You promised me, we would never change, we were definitely meant to be
We were definitely meant for each other. That's what you said

I'll be back, you're going to look for me again. I'll come back then
Because there is no one who can love you as much as I do

You'll be back, you're going to come back to me, that's why I'm letting you go
I know it, you can't live without me, I'll be back

You, me, we can't say goodbye, you must be confused
This is something that everyone goes through once, get your head straight
Think again, no matter what I say, you already
Don't listen to my words, it comes back as an echo

Listen baby girl
Fine, I will turn away for you, I will coolly let you go like a man
And I won't bother you, silently from behind you
I will stand silent as the grave, looking at you from afar without you knowing
From very far away, so that you will completely forget my existence UH--

But you better know that I’m not giving you away
Will I ever stop waiting no way
It’ll be the same in my world I’m your boy You’re my Girl
I'm letting you go for a bit, but you will come back again
I know, so don't worry, when you collapse I'll be back.

*hindi maganda pagkaka-translate. Medyo literal. Wala lang akong mahanap na ibang version for now.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Live long enough to find the right one

Wala akong masusulat na matino ngayon. Too many things on my mind.

Enjoy the video na lang. Sobrang natuwa ako nung nakita ko 'to two years ago :))

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Sharam dara, sham dara!

Oo, totoo ito mga ateng. Napapakanta na naman ako ng Kapag Tumibok ang Puso ni Donna Cruz habang naglalakad sa kahabaan ng Ayala. At ito ay dahil na naman kay Facebook.

Damn you, FB!

Heniway, ma-kwento ko lang kung pano ko nakita ang nakapukaw sa aking pusong kay linis, busilak, at dalisay. Habang ginagawa ko ang aking daily round of stalking sa FB – specifically sa account ni Carrie at The McVie (hihi!) – I saw one guy na may hawig kay Boy Hapon. Yun lang mas gwapo sya. At medyo familiar ang picture nya.

Isip, isip, isip.

Buntong hininga.

San ko nga ba nakita ang picture nya?


Aha! Sa blog ata! Well, it makes sense. Friends nya ay mga bloggers.

Kung totoo ang hula ko, sya yung nosebleed na blogger na minsan ay may pagka-maldito. Sikat syang blogger so wit sa pag-post ng picture nya. Hahahahahaha!

My love, I swear you will be mine. Mine, oh, mine. My precious. Choz!

At dahil dyan, gwapong blogger na magiging boypren ko anytime soon, this song is for you. Hihi!

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Lady Gaga - Judas

She really scares me sometimes...

Lady Gaga

I'm in love with Judas, Judas

I'm in love with Judas, Judas

Judas! Juda-as Judas! Juda-as
Judas! Juda-as Judas!

[Verse 1]
When he comes to me, I am ready
I'll wash his feet with my hair if he needs
Forgive him when his tongue lies through his brain
Even after three times, he betrays me

I'll bring him down, bring him down, down
A king with no crown, king with no crown


I'm just a Holy Fool, oh baby he's so cruel
But still I'm in love with Judas, baby
I'm just a Holy Fool, oh baby he's so cruel
But still I'm in love with Judas, baby

I'm in love with Judas, Judas

I'm in love with Judas, Judas

Judas! Juda-as Judas! Juda-as
Judas! Juda-as Judas!

[Verse 2]
I couldn't love a man so purely
Even prophets forgave his crooked way
I've learned love is like a brick you can
Build a house or sink a dead body
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/l/lady_gaga/judas.html ]
I'll bring him down, bring him down, down
A king with no crown, king with no crown

I'm just a Holy Fool, oh baby he's so cruel
But still I'm in love with Judas, baby
I'm just a Holy Fool, oh baby he's so cruel
But still I'm in love with Judas, baby

I'm in love with Judas, Judas

I'm in love with Judas, Judas

In the most Biblical sense,
I am beyond repentance
Fame hooker, prostitute wench, vomits her mind
But in the cultural sense
I just speak in future tense
Judas kiss me if offenced,
Or wear an ear condom next time

I wanna love you,
But something's pulling me away from you
Jesus is my virtue,
And Judas is the demon I cling to
I cling to

I'm just a Holy Fool, oh baby he's so cruel
But still I'm in love with Judas, baby
I'm just a Holy Fool, oh baby he's so cruel
But still I'm in love with Judas, baby

I'm in love with Judas, Judas

I'm in love with Judas, Judas

Judas! Juda-as Judas! Juda-as
Judas! Juda-as Judas!

Friday, April 29, 2011

Echuserang Kate!

Hindi pa rin ako maka-get over na ipinagpalit ako ni William sa bilat na si Kate.

Akala ko pa naman tunay kaming nagmamahalan. At lalung akala ko na sa ‘kin mapapapunta ang blue sapphire ring ni Ladi Di.

Sobrang kasya pa naman sya sa aking oh-so-delicate ring finger. Pero okay lang. Marami pa namang mga single na prinsipe ang nagkakandarapa sa kin.

Prince Philippos

Prince Amedeo

Prince Carl-Philip

Prince Félix Léopold Marie Guillaume

Prince Pierre Casiraghi

Prince Andrea Casiraghi - ang tunay kong minamahal <3

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Bathroom Session No. 4 - Lead Me Lord

Death in the family is a concept I have never welcomed in my thoughts. For the past years of my life, I believed the lie that we are shielded against the world's great sorrows. True, we get major setbacks sometimes, but we always get by. At the end of the day, we always have each other.

The sudden death of a close cousin taught me to take care of myself - not just for self-centered,  aesthetic reasons, but for the people I love.

Kuya, may you rest in peace.

Gary Valenciano

Lead me Lord
Lead me by the hand and help me face the rising sun
Comfort me through all the pain that life may bring
There’s no other hope that I can lean upon
Lead me Lord
Lead me all my life

Walk by me
Walk by me across the lonely roads that I may face
Take my arms and let your hand show me the way
Show the way to live inside your heart
All my days, all my life

You are my light
You’re the lamp upon my feet
All the time my Lord I need You there
You are my light
I cannot live alone
Let me stay by Your guiding love
All through my life
Lead me Lord

Sunday, April 24, 2011

I love the Stefano and James bromance thingy!

I bet my sexy ass they are a couple. LOVE IT!!!!

Stefano is just too beautiful for the human eye... :))

And I just died when he did the macho dancer steps at 0:35. LOL

Family is above all friendships we create

I have a profound affection for my friends, most of the times treating them as kin. I am almost always there to lend a hand to a friend. Be it with assistance in financial matters when I have something spared, counsel for troubled times, free professional help when I'm not too busy with work, or companionship for the littlest concerns, I am sure to be there. Therefore, it is not a bit of a stretch when I say that I am a fairly good ally.

And my friends have been generally the same for me. I could even say I am lucky to have been blessed with friends who stick with me even at my worst. I know in my heart that these friends, though only a handful, are God’s gifts who have helped me become the person I am today.

Last Thursday was a shock for me when a “friend” ignored all rules of treating someone you care about, much less of civil manners.

A relative said that someone posted an offensive comment on the wall of a late cousin (which I will write about on a later post). And the person who half-wittingly made that comment was from *jan-ja-ra-ra-ran* a “friend.” Actually, that person was C, some guy I met in Liquid bar last November. He was a friend of a friend of a friend of my BFF.  Normally, I treat such people as acquaintances – not friends – but my Christmas Pay-it-forward charity act made me intimate to this person.

Early December, C had to rebrand his small pharmacy in his hometown because he wants to expand his business. With me knowing that I can help, and having a graphic artist friend who can do his new logo and other collaterals, I did not think twice to lend a hand. And since a “friend” asked for my help, I did not charge him my professional fee. He only paid for the graphic art matters of the rebranding process. During this time, we became really close. We could have even been an item had I not rekindled my affair with Nix.

Going back to the Thursday incident, I called up C to have him remove his post in FB. His comment has already caused a stir in the beehive. My relatives and my late cousin’s close friends are rallying against him on FB.

I asked politely to have him delete his now infamous comment. Then a barrage of crude text messages rattled me while I was at my cousin’s wake.

Text 1: Wag mo ko pagbibintangan at magmamaganda bossy ka kapal ng mukha mo

Text 1: Wow, I was just asking. Sobrang mahal namin yung pinsan kong yun. Sorry to have asked you about it. Sobrang nainis lang talaga ako.

Now, when I called him up. I still haven’t checked FB, hence the hesitation and choice of words. Had I seen his post prior to this exchange of messages, I could have shown him what a Caviteño really is.

Text 2: Punyeta ka pasalamat ka Andito parents ng bf ko kundi pngmumura kita taena mo ha
Text 3: Buti nga namatay pinsan mo taena mo!!!!
Text 4: U didnt just ask u were bossying around na siguraduhin kong hindi ako un kapal ng mukha mo!!! Bastos ako sa buhay lalo na sa mga epal shit na kagaya mo pero wag mko pagbbntangan taena mo sa ptay!!!!

That was when I totally lost my cool. But still, I will not stoop down to his level.

Text 2: Wait. Scratch that. I am not sorry, you horrible person. After all the help I extended to you before dahil kaibigan ka ng kaibigan ko, gaganyanin mo ko?

Text 5: Wala akong pakialam i was grateful for that u fucking asshole but that doesnt give u any right to talk to me condescendingly us asshole!!! I was equally nicento you kaya wag mko susumbatan dahil kaya kitang bayaran if u gave a price u asshole!!!
Text 6: Sa susunod na mag boss ka sakin sguraduhin m me karapatan ka dahil d mko palamunin para asta asta ka kung sino sakin putangina mong patay gutom Ka!!!!
Text 7: Bastos ako sa kagaya mo pero wag mko pagbbntnagn na gagawa Ng kagaguhan sa patay!! Nakakainsulto Na pagsalitaan ng isang kagaya mo Lang.

Text 3: I don't need your money, sir. Bring it to where ever you go after you die. Sanay kami sa hirap. And have your grammar checked. It's terrible. PS: I regret ever having met you.

Text 8: Congratulations if ur good with grammar, hows ur stomach? Hungry??!!!! Hahahahahahah
Text 9: Alam ko sanay ka sa hirap kaya nga nung makapag polo ka akala mo naka armani ka na kahit blue soda lang suot mo!!!!
Text 10 : Mamili Ka Ng yayabangan m Sa susunod dahil di porke nakapagtapos ka ng mgandang school with a shitty course eh angat ka na sa lipunan!!!!

Text 4: Thanks for the compliment. Have a good night. May the good Lord bless your soul.

Text 11: Sayang text ko sayo patay gutom ka utak biya ka.

I was at the point of crying that time. I swear, I could have gone to Valenzuela on a heartbeat and socked the daylights out of him – even if I didn’t know how to deliver a square punch. Good thing I had my cousins with me. They had put sense in me. Clearly, family is above all friendships we create.

Today, I am so over that person and with what he did. Wag lang syang magpapakita sa ‘kin sa Makati. At lalo na sa Cavite kundi pupulutin sya sa Paliparan. I swear, revenge will be sweet.