Where did 2007 go?

Tried looking for it under my pillow but I just can't seem to find it. On to the last days of the year and here I am debating with myselves about 2007 events that seem to have gone by in a flurry. Did I miss out on a lot or did I have too much fun that time slipped without my knowing? Could be both.

I made a mental note not to excavate my 2007 resolutions because I can't remember what was said much less what was done. I have a very strong feeling that I failed miserably again and so to avoid the guilty feeling, I promised not to remind myself of the things I resolved to do at the beginning of the year.

And just like any promise, this, too had been broken.

Checking off the year that was, naturally starts with a review of the failed resolutions attempt. If I didn't accomplish them in the last year, now is the time to really get to it. Maybe recycling these things will finally convince me of keeping them. Right.

1. get healthy.
Let's not go here. Oh but for the fun of it I did badminton this year [for a week] and brisk walking [in heels when manning functions] and running [again when events call for it, in heels]. Those should count for something, right?

2. make more disciples. sana makapg GT ako sa arneow.

There was an attempt at doing that, at one of our church's programs. But we never got to meet. Mah bad.

3. learn more about God. have the mind of Christ. [this is really tough]

Thank God for friends of Thomas and Bible studies/ Prayer meetings that I get my spiritual nourishment but still, I have a loooong way to go. That's how it is naman diba?

4. sing in church, yehey!

Finally, something I really did. Too bad since the person who kept telling me to do this didn't see me do it the first time. But I have a pretty good feeling he got VIP passes where he was. :)

5. quit being mean. where do i begin?

This being scratched off doesn't count. Haha. I think I was even meaner this year.

Traditions and old habits die hard. I will keep making Xaris-olutions until I'm blue in the face, keep breaking them, try fulfilling them, what not.

1. What did you do in 2007 that you'd never done before?
::  What did I do in 2007? Did I do anything is the question. *gasp* I seriously cannot think of anything to put here.

2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
:: I did not keep most of them, teehee, but that won't stop me from making more next year. Never did.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
:: Yes! My best friend Marie had a poging poging baby boy in August. Anton my love so sweet. :D

4. Did anyone close to you die?
:: I'd like to think he graduated. Tito Bob's with the Master already. Hurray for him. :)

5. What country did you visit?
:: Oh boo. I couldn't leave the country even if I wanted to. Read: no moolah.

6. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007?
::  A fan club with more than four members. :) Seriously.

7. What date from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
:: I'd rather not say.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
:: Gigging in Manila.

9. What was your biggest failure?
:: Weight loss. Hahaha. :D

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
:: Yeah, was out for a whole week with a bug.

11. What was the best thing you bought?
:: Shoes. Hahahaha. Always will be. If I buy a house the same time I'd buy shoes, the latter would be the best thing.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
:: Mine. Hahaha.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and disappointed?
:: Vanessa Hudgens. I'm so babaw noh?

14. Where did most of your money go?
:: SHOES and coffee.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
:: baguio trips. always, always excites me.

16. What songS will always remind you of 2007?
:: So Close. *swoon*

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
i. happier or sadder?
:: alway happier. :)

ii. thinner or fatter?
:: fatter. hahaha. with no qualms. awe yeah.

iii. richer or poorer?
:: richer because i have my own money and poorer for the same reason.

20. What do you wish you'd done more of?
:: I wish I'd have done more hosting, I love it.

21. What do you wish you'd done less of?
:: Procrastinating, year in and year out.

22. Did you fall in love in 2007?
:: No. In that sense. But yes with Disney.

24. What was your favorite TV program?
:: Hannah Montana!

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
:: I hate the same people year in, year out.

26. What was the best book you read?
:: It's Not About Me, Max Lucado

27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
:: that I want to sing for Disney. :)

28. What did you want and got?
:: It surprises me that I even get everything I want. Grace. Yeah!

30. What was your favorite film of this year?
:: Enchanted. :)

31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
:: Spent the day with my college best friend, Jean. Turned 22.

32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
:: Chocolate. Teehee.

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2007?
:: I wore a uniform, how do I start describing it?

34. What kept you sane?
:: Wash days. :) and Disney Channel. and YM.

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
:: Zac Efron. :)

36. What political issue stirred you the most?
:: Erap's Pardon. I just wish that them peephole will suffer more than lupus.

37. Who did you miss?
:: Tito Bob.

38. Who was the best new person you met?
:: I guess everyone I met is okay.

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2007:
:: Ooh profound. God is good. ALL THE TIME. :D

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:
:: So close to reaching that famous happy end... Look how far we've come. So far, we are so close.

weirdness is genetic

these are some of the pictures we took for Christmas.
we had one by the Christmas tree in my tito's place [we had to 'borrow' a tree from them for a photo op, haha] but i don't have access to it yet.
happy CHRISTmas peephole!
x)

Oh You Sing it to Me

You know Christmas is coming near when the local radio stations blare all-too familiar holiday songs as early as September. Only a week before the day and be sure to have LSS's with merry, bells, yuletide, seasons, snow, manger in the lyrics.

Christmas songs are my all time favorite treat this season aside from well, holiday ham and noche buena. It gives me an instant high when I hear songs about the holidays done in charming ways. Yes, there are charming ways.

I am also amused by the not-so charming carol situations when kids would ring our doorbell as if we did not hear it the first time and scream the lyrics of traditional Pinoy carols. Always without fail, their lyrics would all be screwed and end with a flourishing we wis you a merry krismas and a hapi new year namamasko po, done in one breath.

I tell my parents never to give them money until Christmas eve and Christmas day so they won't keep coming back. They always come back, though. And even if they don't, I can hear their carols a mile away with their high pitched rendition of dyingle bells.

As a kid, I never went around the neighborhood to wow them with my singing prowess and correct lyrics. If I had, I think I'd be a superstar by now. Harhar.

When I was in Baguio, I looked forward to the ber months because then I get the license to sing ang pasko ay sumapit at random moments. I did not join any singing groups when I was in school and I guess I felt bad about not being able to sing Christmas Carols- the thing I hearts so much- with a group to a larger group. Good thing my Breha floor mates never shut me up when I sing down the halls. Even during siesta and silence hours.

My favorite Christmas songs include Let it Snow [for the memory-value attached to it], Christmas Song [because I never get to sing it], Even Santa Fell in Love [I'm cheesy like that], Ang Pasko ay Sumapit [hindi ko pa rin memorize to], and Joy to the World [one of the hymns I enjoy singing]. I can name a few more but I'm too lazy to recall.

There are no carolers tonight where I am. Maybe I'll shake my coin purse and sing to myself. That definitely beats counting all the light bulbs in sight. Happy Caroling peephole! :D

The Saddest Tail [ah?]

I can't remember ever successfully keeping a pet. We had a big dog when I was a kid and his name was Butch. He seemed like a horse then, when I was about three-feet old. I remember him clearly because he's one of my childhhood trauma moments. When he was around, I'd run to my lolo and hide behind him while he shooed Butch away. He never got near me but he sure scared the hell out of me.

Then there was Puppet, she was an askal my parents picked on the road [I think]. We lived in Pasig then where I actually had neighbors to play with so I never paid much attention to her. One day she gave birth to cute puppies and I got to pick the cutest of the bunch. I swear mine was the cutest, I think I called it Brownie [yes, I was a very creative kid, harhar]. I'd sneak at night to check how Brownie was doing and when she seemed okay, I'd go back to bed. The most tragic thing in all my six years of living happened when i came home from school and found out that my puppy was dognapped. Of all the puppies to be taken by whoever heartless moron that was, he had to pick that of a cute pre-schooler who looked forward to coming home to Brownie.

When Puppet died, she was survived by the lone tough pup from her litter who was also named Puppet. My brother is pretty creative, too. That was his dog by the way. I can't recall how exactly we lost Puppet except that he was probably taken by the same dognapper who took my dog.

Seeing that my old neighborhood is not the grandest place to raise bright children and domesticated animals, my parents moved us back to  Quezon City with my grandparents. There was a no-dog policy in that house so we didn't get to have any more pets. Until one day, my tita's pastor gave us Burbur /ber-ber/ to keep while their house was being renovated. Lola conceded because she was overpowered by her children and their children so she allowed us to keep the dogsie for a while. Burbur is a cross-breed of a something and something else. He had blue-gray eyes and thick fur. When it was time for him to go, we were the saddest kids on the planet.

We recover pretty fast though. Our next attempt at pet-keeping was when we took care of a fortune lobster. We named him Sebastian. My little sister is scared of the claw things so when Sebastian molted, I took his old shell and paraded it in front of her until she cried, no wailed, while I laughed my head off. Lolo scolded me all day.

Lobsters don't live long so we were back to being pet-less save for the fishies, kois and others, from my lolo's small pond. It's not fun playing with fish. They're the most boring playmates ever. What I'd do is get the net and scoop out all the kois and watch them suffer out of the water. But I put them back in the water immediately when a) they had sufferred enough or b) when Lolo/Lola/ Yaya Carmen caught me. In fairness to me, I give them their feeds religiously every morning before I went to school.

The last pet story I could recall was a hamster named Kenan. We took good care of him because he was my sister's class project. I think it was I who held him last before the he died. Cause of death would have to be a rat factor, a cat factor or negligence. Tough to say really. Oh, but I cried when he died because I was attached to that critter more than anyone from my sister's class.

I'm thinking of getting a Siberian Husky when I move out of the house [the no-dog policy is still ongoing after a decade and a half]. And I promise I won't give him a stupid name or torture him or let him go to the dognappers. If only I can get someone to trust me with pets. Harhar.

what's my age again? *long story*

Last Friday, I was stuck all day at the Araneta Coliseum "manning" the set up for that night's Christmas party. I wasn't really doing anything much except people-watch and crave for a mocha latte in the nearby Starbuko. Of course, I couldn't get my coffee because I had to pretend I was actually doing something important. If the banquet managers caught me lollygagging, I'd be dead before I get to see the program. I won't allow that because I knew there would be celebs [apart from me] that night.

So while the set up was being done, I checked out the schedule for Disney on Ice as I have decided earlier on [with childlike squeals and ohmigawrsh-im-so-going-to-see-that] that I will secure tickets at the soonest possible time. I immediately went inside the arena and picked a seat in the patron area and practiced cheering for imaginary ice-skaters dressed in colorful and whimsical costumes. My officemates wondered what I was doing and when I explained I was prepping for a January show, they shot me amused and weirded out looks. I seem to be getting that all the time.

Needless to say, I am prepping for Disney on Ice because, hello, it's Disney, I'm Xaris, do the math. I hurriedly reserved a ticket online and I am eagerly waiting for a confirmation. Like I have so much money to burn, tchh.

It's the nearest I'm going to get to Mickey Mouse until HK Disneyland [yun na muna, poorita pa 'ko eh]. And yes, I love watching figure skating what with all the drama of their movements plus their frilly costumes.

Going back to my Araneta experience, when I had successfully made sure that my assignment was done, I went inside the main hall to see what was happening. There was an ongoing show hosted by Edu Manzano and Tuesday Vargas. Like any show, there was an opening, a middle and an end.

The middle came as a good surprise because... brace yourself for a revelation of my deepest, darkest secret number two... Jolina Magdangal performed on stage! I absolutely love her so I elbowed my way to the backstage armed with my camera and a teary fangirl look [that always gets celebrities like us, haha]. When she was barely a feet away from me, I chickened out of a photo op because she was just there, thisclose to me and suddenly I felt like I had to give her space. She went away and all I could do was stand there and wave goodbye. As soon as I realized that I let a good opportunity pass, I cried. Yes, with all the manong bodyguards and PA men, I stood there, clutching my friend's hands and sniffling like a kid whose balloon just got popped. Helpless was the word. I was ushered out by my friend to go back to our post and I was sooo upset that I just looked at Mr. Edu Manzano when we passed by him, my eyes still brimming with tears. And then I stopped and realized, si edu yon! si edu yon! so I ran back to say hi but he was already busy with a call. I decided that wasn't my night; I wouldn't hobnob with the celebs [apart from me] and I had better be doing my job.

Eventually, I felt better and resigned to the idea that the fates were ganging up on me so I let it all pass. And then came the announcement that The Dawn was next on stage. Did I hear that right? The Dawn, here, here in the same place I was, getting ready. To. Play. Onstage. Here. Tonight. This instant. Shoot.

I might have beaten the Flash by how fast I made my way from the Upper Box to the stage area. I cannot let this pass. I can't. So while this awesome band was performing, I bounded up and down singing [screaming was more like it] along to the songs they performed.

To make up for my darkest deepest secret divulgence [did I use this correctly?] I am keeping to myself the almost stalker-ish thing I did that night. Good thing the waiters were there or I'd have done the deed, whatever that was.

The End. The end was wow. When The Dawn was done performing, I was just coming out of the prep area heading to where all my officemates were. And lo and behold, emerging from the shadows was my peyborit Francis Reyes! When I see my peyborit celebs [aside from me] I panic and freeze [what people would call starstruck] and go brain dead. Miraculously at that time, I was able to think fast and blocked his way and offered a dilly bar.

me: hey you want ice cream?
francis: [where did she come from?]hmmm, yeah, sure.
me: here! ooh can i have my picture taken with you?
francis: okay.
me: i read your blog and you're my friend on facebook *cheese*
francis: really, what's your name?
me: xaris with an x.

And the rest was a blur. It was short but meh, that was me talking to the Francis Brew Reyes. It didn't matter how shortlived my giddiness was. Oh, the picture? It wasn't stored.

Gee. Tengs.

pasko na naman!

my family is celebrating christmas a little differently this year. first off, we ditched the yuletide decors except for our occasional holiday pillow covers. we did not put up lights in the garden or in the palawan cherry blossom tree or in the balcony. and we thought better than to hang our annual christmas angels on the third floor and the parol on the second.

it's not that we are being the neighborhood scrooges [although that would be a good identity, hmmm] this time of the year but we thought it a good idea to scrimp on the bling and splurge on giving instead. so all the moolah we save from decorations and electricity will be given to the church to expand the work of the Lord.

i think i speak on behalf of my family when i say that the true meaning of Christmas is not/should not be confined in just a day or a month-long celebration marked by lights and mistletoe and trees. the babe in the manger should be celebrated all year round and i suppose we have pretty much covered that essence. everyday is christmas because the baby that was born on christmas day still lives.

::::::: (",) :::::::

on january this year, our church launched the building block project. we aim to raise funds for our new building to go with our acquired lot.

>> these boxes were empty that time.

we broke the bank a while back and weighed the boxes, had a guessing game for the amount, counted all those bills and coins and came up with a whopping P110,000+ [i lost the actual count; i mentally breakdown when numbers are involved].

and now, tada, through God's grace we were all smelling like coins and bills. i vaguely remember a Bible story when i was a kid about how the Israelites contributed in the temple treasury for the building of a grand temple. i think that was in Joash's time. the clinks and tinks were enough to send good kinds of shivers all over me knowing that little by little, we are going to get our very own place of worship in God's promised land.



>> this could very well be the first floor of our building. or maybe the right wing of the children's sunday school. or the pastor's office. or the gym floor. but that is another storey. hahaha.

from coins clinking, the sound i want to hear next is jackhammers, erm, hammering and heavy machineries digging through the very foundation of the new Sampaloc Bible Church. until then, until then. :D

photos nicked from potjenipot.multiply.com.  thanks. :D

cheer bear

guess who dunnit. awe yeah. hello 2008 starbucks planner.

well, technically, it was paris who went gaga over coffee.

but it was such a proud moment for me, too. i have never in my life tried collecting all the stickers for an over rated planner because i liked being different [hello, if everyone wants it, i don't]. anyhoo, this one isn't for me but it felt so good when the barista stuck the last sticker marking the 24th slot on my card. if i were not groggy from the subic trip, i would have cried while signing the sparkhope card, seeing that in my little way, i am giving joy to the children who will benefit from the project.

and yes, i'm way past my november 30 deadline but it's so much fun drinking coffee with the right intervals. i hope my officemate will enjoy her planner as much as i did splurging on coffee. oh yeah.

next on my list is the coffee bean and tea leaf's 2008 planner. i will give it to whoever wants it.

downside is... i now look like this from coffee overdose...

 

and i might have spent too much than i bargained for. ehrm. but it's kaffee, so no big.

::::::: (",) :::::::

all i want for christmas [aside from my gift list] is to spread love and joy. chos. pero that's true. as much as i can, i'd love to give hugs to people who seem like they need it. material presents can only go so far so i decided to give my time and effort to the happy takers on my gift list [and fiiine, i might have spent all my money on coffee but that's not the point]. i'd like to think i'm doing great. of course, i've recovered from the holiday bug so i don't really carry communicable germs and stuff. i also call my friends and greet them in advance just so they can feel christmas a little early this year. what with all the grown-up things they have to accomplish, the least i can do is remind them that they are thought of and loved.

because i know i am. Jesus loves me, this i know. siya naman pasimuno ng pasko eh. kaya all good lang.

happy holidays peephole!

dreamboy

as much as i'd like to pretend i lead a cool grown-up life and that i have matured, i simply can't fool myself. i can't and i won't.

 
i'm a sheep. i'm a twelve-year-old crushing sheep.

seriously, you have got to watch kim possible so you can relate to that line. tchhh. doesn't that smile just make you want to swoon?

my *grown-up* friends think this is the lowest i can go on crushability 101. excuse me. i can go lower. hahaha. why do i like zac efron? like i need a reason.

come to think of it

this status change is unsettling.

meh, how do i get out?

spring has come!

i love today.

because the air finally feels a LOT like baguio's and it's sunny outside- the perfect blend of yellows, greens and blues.

i love manila.

because it's just as full of history as any other place. and heck, i was born here. i'm manilenya to the core.

i love you.

and i can't believe you don't know it.

ahahaha-ahahaha

because i gasp for air every time i laugh and i find it impossible to let out a hearty giggle, i blurt out a-ha-ha-ha *pause* a-ha-ha-ha just to show i'm amused. followed by a short wheeze and a throaty cough. i call that a coughter. feels good to annoy everyone with my newfound way of laughing. a-ha-ha-ha. it's soooo annoying, i'm annoying myself even as i tell you about it.

so. i am still sick. and it's getting ridiculous by the minute.

this is what i have been doing in the last six days. wake up at 7am, call in sick, get up two hours later and go online. listen to jam 88.3's the edge with jamaica, pester her at work. check the company mail and endorse inquiries to the agents. prepare brunch and turn on the TV at exactly 12 noon. channel surf a bit, put out the sauna bed and steam off while watching inane tagalog movies. gulp down munchables so i can take in meds. wonder why the dvd player is not cooperating and thank God for cable. take in more meds. pull out tissue and compare phlegmatic colors [haha, yuck, i know] and tell the doctor it's turned from green to pink. down more cough syrup. try to sleep. read a book. repeat cycle starting from the channel surfing gig.

surprisingly, i have not lost weight [grah] because i hafta to take in *tasteless* fewd so i can take antibiotics. and didju know that the salty taste is heightened when your system is down? or was it just me? i swear everything i ate was sobrang alat. kahit juice maalat. a-ha-ha-ha *pause* a-ha-ha-ha. *wheeze**choke*

i think i'm gonna cry now. i can't take this coughter anymore.

december's cold

being stuck at home, battling phlegm and boredom in the last five days, has been rewarding. not.

i am not getting better, why is that? i might have memorized the tv schedule for disney channel but what good would that do? for the first time in my whiny life, i wanted to get back to work. at least i have better things to do there. but oh, i am thankful for the rest. i just wish i'd stop coughing my lungs out because my chest and abdominal muscles are too strained. meh, i'm even losing my voice. i'm as hoarse as santa's open sleigh. hahaha. ang corny nun.

[it could be the cough syrup overdose, mind you]

five tissue rolls later, i still have abnormally runny nasal passages, which amazingly only happens between 6am and 3pm. after these times, i get dry cough and a still nose and then i feel better until 6am the following day when i sound like a wheezing pirate.

the only thing that perks me up is seeing this when i wake up.

*swoon* jimmy *swoon*

that and waking up from an afternoon nap drenched in christmas lights. something tells me this is all the break i'm going to have this season. and that works perfectly fine for me. i do hope i get well. i have some serious shopping to do.

:::::::: (",) ::::::::

last year, i got EVERYTHING i wanted for Christmas because there were only two items on my list. so this time, ima make a smashing list that's going to be ambitious, twelve-year-old-ish and inane inane inane to the highest level!

okay, hitlist number one: a high school musical 2 dvd! it's got all the coolest features ever with hidden never-before-seen sequences [the humahumanukanukaapuaa song! yeahhh!] plus more zacness and all around disney goodness.

number dos: a happyslip dvd.

number tatlo: a new make up kit. as smashing as smashing can get.

number nhet: that island princess barbie doll i've been meaning to get forever. OR those uno cards that have barbie features.

number payb: a bouquet of stargazers. nyahahahaha.

yey. i can't think of anything more. i have twenny days to think. i wonder what i'm getting/making my friends this year. i'll prolly go buy because i didn't have time to make projects earlier. we'll see, we'll see.

happy PIE day!

well, she's stephanie now. or steph. or whatever the grown-ups call her. a rose by any other name, i guess.

my charming superfriend is sparkling more and more, behaving and trying to be good. beats me why since she's the nicest person i know. she's not pretentious and she sincerely has the good-person vibes all about her. [i am sooo getting paid for this, nyahahaha]

her strength of character makes her even more stunning than her already eye-catching looks [the eyes pa lang man, the eyes!] and her faith brings about a certain glow of bliss and contentment.

before i get any hallmark-y than i intend to get, i wish pie all the great things she's meant to do. whether she believes it or not, she has all she needs to jump start the dreams that are meant to come true.

i want to write more things but my head colds are getting the better of me. it could also be karma for all the mean things i did, whatever.

happy twenny second piesee! you'll always be my best chow-buddy, would-have-been-cousin-in-law [anudaw, haha], cellphone battery provider, camwhore pal, baguio tripping tropa and stalk-mate. blessings be. i so hearteth thee like whoa. meh, alam mo na yan.

sige na nga, dahil birthday mo naman, ikaw na favorite ni jawo.


 happy happy    birthday stephanie ann. x)

december colds

i'm too sick [literally] to comment on the weekend brouhaha that was. fortunately the common cold is curable. i just wish i could say the same for this country's state.

the xaris wears prada

hello. i spilled coffee on my chin, blouse and office table because i sipped from the wrong end of the cup. good thing it wasn't hawt or i'd have pretty much damaged more than my stuff. oops. i dropped something. my brain.

speaking of brain [in]activities, i had another full-moon-ia /fulmonya/ episode last week when i filed a resignation because i felt like i wanted to try something else without really exactly knowing what that something else was. i said i'd go pursue my foiled radio star plans while freelance writing for all the prettiest glossies in town. i said i thought about it well when all i really did was practice my imaginary would-be-editor interview on the way to the office.

to channel my inner[?] okrayera and grammar nazi inclinations, i decided to one day be a miranda priestly. but first i must become an andy sachs. minus the icky threads she used to wear. i like imagining myself running around in trendy clothes lugging paper bags and balancing a tray of starbucks coffee while cradling my super techy communicator for a voice call... oh wait. i do that for fun.

but i'd like to see myself more like the prada-wearing devil i'm cut out to be [bwahahaha] but on a nicer scale. i'd like to think i don't have pitch forks and a tail although most people would disagree. i don't understand where they get the idea. tchhh.

and since the full moon waned, i'm back to normal, loving every minute of the spilled coffee on my desk. because it means i still have a desk and i still have a job.

my LSS in the last four days

weepy, weepy me. crying like a baby while listening closely to the song and transcribing lyrics. only to find this one, done by some wonderful anonymous person. meh. i love this one here. song's plugged in my multiply home page.

SO CLOSE
Jon McLauglin
You’re in my arms
And all the world is calm
The music playing on for only two
So close together
And when I’m with you
So close to feeling alive

A life goes by
Romantic dreams will stop
So I bid mine goodbye and never knew
So close was waiting, waiting here with you
And now forever I know
All that I wanted to hold you
So close

So close to reaching that famous happy end
Almost believing this was not pretend
And now you’re beside me and look how far we’ve come
So far we are so close

How could I face the faceless days
If I should lose you now?
We’re so close
To reaching that famous happy end
And almost believing this was not pretend
Let’s go on dreaming for we know we are
So close
So close
And still so far

... charing. x)

the moon was pink last night

and this time i wasn't imagining it. the full moon really was pink.

i don't care if it's just some atmospheric disturbance like infrared going berserk bouncing off pretentious lights. i don't care too if it's the after effect of tequila sunrise paired with bowls of mongolian. and i couldn't care less if it's my head playing tricks on me again.

i don't know how it happened but the moon i saw was pink. with a big ring of white stuff around it. and it was one of the prettiest and most memorable full moons i've ever seen.

too bad i wasn't able to share it with anyone except for our crazy dog-killing driver.

nicked from alice. kewl. :)

the xaris
n. mid-eighties term for violence.
"I'm gonna dance with your the xaris, homie." "No you're not, Reggie."

Taken from the randomly generated Infinite Teen Slang Dictionary.
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Enchanted

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Movies
Genre:	Kids & Family

the whole time i was watching the movie, all i could say was, "awww."

everything about the film screams disney, disney, disney and i'm all for that. it has the complete fairytale, no-fail-plot package [sound of music, cinderella, snow white] complete with a smashing musical score [it's a disney princess dream kind!], funny quotable lines, amazing costumes, props and set design and a redemptive ending.

like any trite fairytale there were trolls, dragons, power-hungry monarchs, evil plots, poisoned apples, woodland creatures, dashing sword fights [magic spells, a prince in disguise! haha], rides into the sunset, prince charming and true love's kiss. all these are set against a city life where snatchers and manic drivers abound.

a fairytale character, giselle [amy adams] finds herself banished into the unknown, alone, afraid and hoping for "a little kindness" or a place to stay the night. fortunately circumstances brought her along the paths of a super dashing lawyer, robert [patrick dempsey] who is so set on being boring. haha.

boy and girl meet. boy is practical and realistic. and girl, is well, she's a fairytale, go figure.

i lurve the plot description: "can a storybook view of romance survive in the real world?" [hmm, i'll make a post about that some other time.]

five props to enchanted because...
* it's disney. [personal bias]
* it's musical.
* it's funny.
* i want to marry patrick dempsey.

seriously now, enchanted is a pretty good reminder that no matter how much of a good head we have, it's okay to throw in whim and a bit of magic. and at some point, a magical view of romance can survive in the real world as long as the characters involved know how to meet in the middle.

it's the kid in me talking but for all it's worth, i know remembering this movie will never fail to make me smile.

deck the halls!

spell /foo-shah/ challenge.

my ym contacts who were online last saturday were asked to spell /foo-shah/ [or /fyu-shah/ as i was challenged later].

Congratulations ate rhiza for giving the best answer! she said: hot pink. H-O-T-P-I-N-K.
she wins a prize... fluffy bedroom slippers in pink from desperate housewives.

[pictures will be posted soon]

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and as the season of giving goes, i decided to give a fantabulous gift to anyone who will come up with the most unique Merry Christmas greeting. it could be a pun, a new language created for this purpose, an artwork or a short essay about how they plan to make Christmas special this year [nyahar]... whatever with a wiper. best three answers will be featured here on December 26 [coz i have a feeling December 25 will be too busy] and prizes will be sent out before January 1, 2008.

all entries may be submitted by replying to this post or emailing me at xaris.tamayo@gmail.com until Christmas eve. include your name, snail mail address, email address and contact number.

and no, i'm not kidding. when i say fantabulous and if you know me, you'll be excited to get this prize. hahaha. x) so have those creative juices running and send your entries now.

hurray hurray and whoot whoot.

uh, i could have rigged the results, couldn't i?

Your Quirk Factor: 78%

You're so quirky, it's hard for you to tell the difference between quirky and normal. No doubt about it, there's little about you that's "normal" or "average."

You Are 79% Tortured Genius

You are smart. Brilliant in fact. And while it's a blessing, it's also a curse. Your head is filled with everything - grand ideas, insufferable worries, and a good deal of angst.

You Are 50% Normal

While some of your behavior is quite normal... Other things you do are downright strange You've got a little of your freak going on But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself

You Are 70% Weird

You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right? But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks!

buti nga sa'yo

grabe, kinakarma na 'ko.

kahapon ko lang nalaman na ang spelling pala ng fuchsia ay ganyan at hindi fuschia na alam ko since grade one. all those years mehn, all those years...

so much for being a grammar/spelling nazi.

tapos eto pa, sa pagmamaganda ko kagabi sabi ko sa kausap ko sa phone, hello, good ebning.

salbahe ka kasi.

You Are Very Happy

Your life is totally together, and you enjoy every day. And you don't need a quiz to tell you that! You know how to find pleasure in the little things... And even when life isn't so great, you have a good sense of perspective.

even if i can't spell fuchsia. hahaha.

You Should Rule Mercury

Close to sun, Mercury has very long days - and is rarely visible to the rest of the solar system. You are perfect to rule Mercury, because you live for the present - and can truly enjoy a day that goes on forever. Like Mercury, you are quick and elusive. Your wit is outstanding, and you can win any verbal sparring match. Some people see you as superficial, but in truth, you just play many roles and have many interests. A great manipulator, you usually get what you want from people. And they're happy to give it to you.

oh. two.

What Kind of Reader Are You? Your Result: Obsessive-Compulsive Bookworm You're probably in the final stages of a Ph.D. or otherwise finding a way to make your living out of reading. You are one of the literati. Other people's grammatical mistakes make you insane.
Dedicated Reader
Literate Good Citizen
Book Snob
Non-Reader
Fad Reader

Between this and being a grammar nazi... no wonder not a lot of people like me.
hahahaha.
I will have to explain myself one of these days. Or not.

oh.

see here! xD

put your hands in the air

can you believe how fast time flies? i woke up on a monday and now i'm hours away from clocking the weekend. every thing's been a frenzy of sorts what with the events last week, the week before and this. my last consciousness would have to be posing for a picture with nikki gil and snubbing luis manzano [who i really, really hearts] in the process. grah. i promise i'd jump and take the next photo opp with him. if i get the chance.

last week i was at the first ever agency idol where all ad agencies had representatives who'd wow the crowd with their singing prowess. there were more what?'s than wows, actually. that was a media gathering and i was there but i'm not on the media's side. for a masscomm junkie, that would seem like a sad state, seeing things from the outside. and for a minute i rethought my career choice. at the end of the day i had the assurance that i'm right exactly where i should be. i may not know the full extent of the consequences of my previous choices but i'm glad that i know i'm in good hands. when i was in school, i'd imagine that i'd someday be in a creative environment- writing, producing, shooting, presenting award-winning ideas! i still want that. and i can still do that. just not yet. i have still a lot to learn. meh, who's in a hurry?

i lament to my friends and tell them that my professional life turned out to be a challenge of this subject i aced in school. it's not even my major, mind you. it seemed fun in school but i didn't imagine i'd be doing it after that. ah well. when life gives you lemons, i guess.

i love counting my blessings and i see no point in joining the band wagon of woe-is-me's, i-can-do-a-lot-better-than-this's and im-more-talented-than-you's. because wherever i am, i can do great things. i may not be where i think i should be but who says there's no room for improvement, right?

the real world will always be what it is. it helps a lot when you have an eternal perspective on so you won't dwell on things too much. this, too shall pass. good things, hardships, and material wealth don't last long. so keep investing on things that really matter... in the long run, ultimately.

hanging around with grown ups changes a lot of the angst-ridden perspectives i used to harbor. i have it easier than they did in their time. sure, contexts have evolved since then, but what fifty-plus-year old didn't go through being twenny two first? i consider a lot of older people successful. some have gone from rags to riches, others have started and kept a happy home while some are evidently happy and content with the life they lead now. and when i ask them what they were doing when they were my age, i'm amazed to know that they were far from where they are now. and when they think about it, they all chalk it up to the God-factor. where will we be without Him?

it's all good. praise God from whom all blessings flow. x)

'tis the season to be jolly

"masarap talagang mag-nescafe kapag umuulan"- kim chu
"i prefer starbucks" -inday

 
you said it girlfriend! x)
oh, no. don't get me wrong. i'm not the type of person who'll splurge on coffee just because. there are valid reasons. i splurge on coffee because i like coffee and the instant variety gets too boring [and *gags* lame] at times. i march down the nearest coffee shop because i can't operate my coffee maker for my benguet beans. and i go to the green lady for refuge ONLY when i have to: while waiting for i-dunno-what-exactly or the rare times i find a cute barista. guess why i spent lunch break there today.

and believe me when i say i know better than being starbucks-dependent. i swear i am only found there when there's a good cause. like helping my officemate collect stickers for the 2008 planner. or collecting stickers to help project sparkhope provide early learning programs for under privileged children. or accompanying a good friend for a coffee dose. or stalking. or making pa-cute to the cute barista whosenameiskyleandisworkingatmarquinton. causes that are directed towards the good of others.

i'm giving myself until the end of the month to complete all 24 stickers so i can start spreading joy- to my officemate, the children who'll benefit from sparkhope, to the cutest barista ever ever ever [what? i make him laugh]- in time for the holidays.

and don't you go preaching to me about the evils of overpriced coffee. please. at a time like this, we need all the happiness we can get. so do yourself a favor and buy a peppermint mocha. x)

good morning sunshine

maybe i'm not real. maybe the stuff i'm made of is part imagination and part whim. maybe nothing that has happened to me really did. maybe i'm making up stories about myself as i go along.

i wish i have a save button to press every time i experience something because i can't tell which things really happened apart from what i imagined. and as far as remembrances go, my room is too full of receipts and papers waiting to be scrap booked. i can't find time to sit through that so for now, they will have to nest varmins, which for all i know have crept into my sleeping quarters aka room. it's not that i think i'm living a fast-paced existence thus the pressure and the need to rest. in fact, i feel like i'm moving too slowly, too sheltered. and the 'real world' doesn't scare me as much. i think the concept is too over rated. reality is this, reality is that. oh don't we all know what real is. what is real to me is the fact that my real doesn't compare to anyone's real. and my real works for me.

isn't this where psychosis starts? *gulps*

maybe i will give this 'life' thing a chance. who knows? it can be my real too.

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when thoughts and sentences run in your head simultaneously, how do you screen which is the more pressing issue to address? will you understand me when i say hkhdaon d yaodhjaldj yljfaljsagapen hlahsehjlw because i have the words mixed up and overlapping? of course not. i'm not even asking you to understand that. yet.

now i forgot how the flow should go

this week's highlights has a lot to do with hobnobbing with real, tangible people as opposed to my regular routine of maintaining cyber friends. or stalking.

from last thursday to today i finally had time to remove the huge boulder that was covering my stellar presence so that avid fans can actually see me. i almost forgot how it was like being with real people in the flesh and not through their online profiles. here i thought i was normal for being 'in the know' with everyone that matters and not living in a vacuum [there's a story here, but i'm too lazy to elaborate, so whatever]. apparently having too many online profiles kills social abilities. it's not everyday you can superpoke and throw a real sheep at someone and not get crazy stares. some things work better online, that i know now. but when it comes to up-close and personal encounters with breathing, live humans, one has to realize that it is more fulfilling than getting a fluff friend a nice new habitat [i'm sorry, facebook doesn't leave you for a while].

there are only a few instances when i like being awake more than stuck in slumber and in my hypersonic imagination. it's got to be really special like margarita/coffee nights with my high school/college barkada, baguio walks and foodie trips, or church activities. spending UBE [ultimate bonding experience] with good friends are a fool proof way to energize after a long hiatus.

i'm on the verge of being pointless so i might cut this short. funny, i had a whole blog in my head while i was commuting. maybe i had better start writing thoughts down as they come. i hate when this happens. oh rawr.

happy halloween weekend

my friends live in a vacuum and when i point that out they are more than happy to agree. and they call me weird. please.
like living under a rock isn't weird.
there's a ring of truth to the statement birds of the same feather flock together. what a weird bunch i hang out with, yep.
often i wondered [sometimes out loud, most times, to myself... out loud, nyahar] why film and TV antagonists even have friends. as a mean girl, i now know the answer. because even kontrabidas need closet mean girls to put the yin in their yang.
my friends live in a vacuum and a meanie closet, i do declare.
and i couldn't ask for more.

sa wakas

you have to wonder how we survived a year and a half apart from each other. pie calls it grace. i couldn't agree more.

i so lurve my vacuum geeks. reminds me of the days when field work was actually fun and slumber parties meant dissecting history and all those theories. or me sleeping. whatever.

these are my best friends forever college version.

it's been a long time coming. hurray for long weekends! :D

*i'd have taken more pictures but my blasted camera wouldn't cooperate. some photos courtesy of ishtepienie.multiply.com
*my teachers taught me to give proper credits. hahaha.

stardust

Rating:	★★★★
Category:	Movies
Genre:	Other

stardust may very well be on my list of favorite movies this year only because jeri watched it with me. on that count, i give it five stars. but it still doesn't make my roster of movies i so hearts in this lifetime.

because...
claire danes is in it and can i just say i strongly dislike her? she gives yvaine a bad name and she took away the mystique of stars. not too crazy about her 'moment' [that cheesy one where she talks to the mouse-tristan about love]. it was rather disappointing. for that i give it 2 stars.

it wasn't as morbid as i'd imagine it would be. too much expectations. haha. and the set isn't as lord of the ring-ish or harry potter-ish since the production design could do a little better. great PDs make the viewers want to be in the movie. stormhold just wasn't too appealing. oh well. i give 3 stars on this.

i lavet because...
michelle pfeifer is the bomb. i loved how she portrayed her character that i actually hoped she'd kill yvaine and take her heart like she was supposed to. i absolutely wanted the villain to succeed this time. oh boo claire danes. i give it 4 stars.

robert de niro's captain shakespeare knocked me off my feet. i swear i love that man in a boa. :) *winks* five stars baby!

and okay the plot was all good, translated into the movie, not so great. but still magical so i guess that merits four stars. i'm all for fairytales and cheesy happy endings. [although i still wanted yvaine to die and not tristan... oh wait, that's the book].

on the average i give the story of my life [yes, i am a star thankyouverymuch] a 3.8 roughly a four and a whoot whoot.

wedding bells

october twenny two oh seven. archbishop's palace. crowne plaza galleria.

my cousin ate margot tied the knot with the funny kuya oliver [erm, he's the tall guy somewhere here]. yey! it's official. :D she's my only girl cousin from my mom's side of the family. i've been excited about this day since i was sixteen [haha] and finally, ta-da, she has walked down the aisle. theirs is one of the love stories that's so nice to tell about. and gosh, i absolutely hearts the part where they declared their vows. *swoon* they sound beautiful, too. hehe.

naturally, camera lovin' is part of the day. awe yeah. there are more photos of me and my sibs than the couple, harhar.

happy marose day!

looking into the future...

that's bound to be as brilliant as she is. maria rosario. naks parang napakabait noh. hehe.

marose is petite and outspoken. i remember her as my blockmate who recited a lot in comm 1. she seemed like the elocutionist type of high school cliche. you'd think she's somewhat meek and mild but  i bet some of our classmates called her small and terrible. i wouldn't know for sure because i see marose differently. i wonder though if there was a more fitting word that would rhyme with small [because that, she definitely is, haha].

marose is driven to greater heights and i can't imagine her anywhere else but the top. because she deserves to be there. awe yeah, we'll meet at the stars, right? :D

mare... napakauliran mong kapatid at anak, sana paulanan ka pa ng Lord ng maraming naguumapaw na biyaya. hindi dahil sa magaling ka, kundi dahil mahal ka Niya.

i pray that you start making sense of why you were given so many talents and strengths that you may use them to achieve amazing things. where you are now is where you were meant to be... to build your character to prepare you for a bright future. i am confident of what you will become someday. i am blessed to call you friend, mare, superfriend. :D

may peace, joy and love abound in your life. jeremiah 29:13 says, "and ye shall seek me, and find me, when you seek me with all your heart." may you find the Lord and His goodness in all the things you are experiencing right now.

i love you dearly. i hope to see you soon. :)

when i can't be in baguio...

... baguio comes to me. :)
at least [some of] the people who matter.

the ISOT invasion

so these great graduate team [some active, others retired *nyahar*] members get together after the wedding and invade the isot campus of which the legendary aboy daen is administrator.

QT together, dinner, breakfast, coffee abound... with much-missed updates and discussions on everything under the SON. :)

praise God for the reminder of THOSE times.

first time nga nila ikasal

i get all sentimental and gushy around weddings [what gay kid doesn't?]. planning and preparing for this day was all heart and soul from the couple. for the whole week, it rained in the afternoon, but no rain poured on october 13, 2007. the sky was a perfect shade of blue for a garden wedding. the Lord really is so good for allowing clear skies on this day.

as kuya carlo and ate weng were reading their vows, i was all teary eyed and really, really happy that finally, they're making it official.

welcome mr. and mrs. carlo raquel! :D

pre-wedding or windang moments

"first time mo ba ikasal?"
when stress gets the best of your usually normal and steady mind, this is what happens. hello wedding bells. at least kuya carlo and ate weng get to unwind before the big day.

the wholesome-st bridal shower and stag party in the whole world. superrr funn. :D

half of the efc

katzky and me trying to be cosmo chicks. hahaha.

silaban sila ng buhay tas sigaw tayo ng sunog! sunog!

because i am very secure of my race, my being, and my heritage, i hardly make comments about what others say about Filipinos and the Philippines.

but this recent one just makes my blood boil. and i hate teri hatcher for mouthing the lines [not that she wrote it, i just hate her]. because bad lines should be nipped in the bud and i take the whole production team [actors, writers, directors and all] accountable for a distasteful attempt at being funny. the line is not funny at all. even if another country is mentioned, this kind of dialog is plain disgusting.

and then i wonder what's going to happen to that 'all-superior-white-race' *pwe pwe* if the medical people who got their diploma in some med school in the Philippines DID not save their crappy asses. last time i checked, we took care of your sick [insert whatever here].

and if that is your idea of acerbic humor, that shows just how tad desperate you are to sell. and grah.

[to be continued]

it's that season again, folks.

while i was brushing my teeth this morning, the radio blared, "come to baguio." i stopped mid-brush stroke and smiled at the mirror. why not i said to my reflection as if sharing a secret with the other me. i was running late for work [as usual] but i took my time in clasping my trusty platform sandals and fixing my hair. i felt like dressing up today just like the good ole times up north. it felt perfectly alright to wear my four-inch sandals even if i had to walk a few blocks. i do that a lot in college anyway.

it's a perfect day for walking even if there are signs of rain. i ditched my umbrella the last minute despite my mother's vehement warnings of sudden rain pour. i said it's okay i'm sure i'd get to the office dry. something about the cool air brings back fond memories and i can't help but smile myself stiff at the thought. i keep a lot of inside jokes in my head that i find myself getting lost in reverie while the whole street is wondering what the heck is wrong with that strange girl [haha, add in 'why is she smiling?' and 'what is she wearing?!']. i don't mind being drenched so long as i experience that moment. [cool air in manila is rare, people. tchh.]

how many weekends have gone and i still am not able to take the north route. i should be used to it but i find it difficult and still rather unsettling. my folks often wondered why i keep planning baguio trips when i had had a good four years there. duh. four years there is exactly why. i will never tire of fantasizing walks up and down session road, tree-hugs in john hay, my favorite people and places and the yumminess of everything cool and green and pine-scented! [bah, screw parallelism, not in the mood to be a grammar whore].

before i sound like a broken record, i bet you already saw this coming, lemme just say that my heart beats oh-so-strongly still for the place that it calls home. so there.

and i miss you.

so last week, i was supposed to be up there, but tchh, i was sent to man a banquet in laguna [my gulay laguna bat di na lang tarlac o baguio].

this is why:

guess who the celebrity *really* is

it's not the guy in the middle. duh.
tas naalala ko lang, si ex crush ko from baguio was teased na he looks like carlos agassi daw. awe cmon cinnamon, he's not that panget. muhahahahaha. :D

and gosh, i'm so bilog. hahahahaha.

ay nako xaris ayos buhay

hello. i am a very busy woman.
right.

You Have Many Alpha Tendencies

You're not a total alpha female, but you certainly know how to - and like to - get your way. You're forceful without being intimidating. You're confident without being vain. A perfect mix.

 

You Are Low Maintenance

Otherwise known as "too good to be true" You're one laid back chica - and men love that! Just remember that no good guy likes a doormat. So if you find your self going along to get along... Stop yourself and put up a little bit of a fight.

sabi sayo eduardo at alfe [na kunyaring nagbabasa ng mga blog ko] hindi ako high M. muhahahaha. spread the word peo-pole! awe yeah. :D

Your Aura is Violet

Idealistic and thoughtful, you have the mind and ideas to change the world. And you have the charisma of a great leader, even if you don't always use it! The purpose of your life: saying truths that other people dare not say Famous purples include: Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Jr., Susan B. Anthony Careers for you to try: Political Activist, Inventor, Life Coach

i don't think i'd be a great political activist as my political inclination is limited to Biblical communism which isn't entirely grasped by the general audience. eh, someday, someday. inventor, yes i will invent a better dictionary [muahahhaha!]. life coach... seriously, i don't even have a life, what do i coach?

mara and xai hit gateway

mara means bitter but this girl's really sweet.
i hearts her to pieces. like whoa. :D

hello naman dyan mga tsong

Your Love is Based on Romance

You are a traditional romantic, and you can't help but be a sucker for romance. A few great dates won't make you fall in love with someone... but they can't hurt! You take love seriously, and you take it slow. You know you are destined for true love. You have an ideal of how love should be - and you won't stop looking until you find it. Why your love can last: You know what's important in building a relationship, and you don't take shortcuts in love. Why your love can fail: Your expectations are very high... so high that it's hard to meet them.

Your Psyche is Violet

You are spiritual, intuitive, and serene. People trust you to rescue them from bad situations, and you usually come through. While you are quite enlightened, you find that your path is very lonely. When you are too violet: you can't connect to ordinary life or ordinary people When you don't have enough violet: you lack wisdom and can't learn from the past

so that explains my single streak. aaah.

happy jeremiah day!

so not a camwhore. tchhh.

you'd like him better smiling. :D he says that people who get past the 'first phase' of meeting the jeremiah jones are special. so i guess that makes me super sayan. and in record time, too.

smile, jerry, smile!

and he'd cover his face automatically. he likes cheese but not so much as saying cheese! nyar. like camera flashes suck out people's souls. *rolls eyes*

eye-rolling is a constant face contortion when he's around. not because you get annoyed but because it just comes naturally. oh, but spending time with him does help exercise eye muscles. hahaha.

he's not as 'evil' as he used to be. but who's complaining? i know i'm not. on most days.

he's whine and cheese put together perfectly. geddit? whine? cheese?

he's become my afternoon habit. can't last a day without a cyber wave from the ultimate cyber/real life snob.

so to you on your birthday, even if you burst my bubble a whole lot, i wish you sunrays and saturdays. perfect starry nights. sweet dreams and moon beams and a love that's warm and bright. sunrays and saturdays. friendship strong and true. oceans of blue and a room with a view. to live the life you choose, my favorite baguio boy [ngayon  lang yan ah kasi burfday mo].

whoot! whoot! have a berry happy birthday doooode! blessed be. :D

happy jeanxie day!

the goofy smile that won, ehem, ehem, IT.

everyone at the dorm thought we'd been best friends since pre-school when we actually just met at the enrollment line. we were both wearing denim jackets then, if i remember correctly. you were ahead of me on the queue and you got to pick your class sched first. what the heck, i did not even read the schedule, i just checked off the block you took. and so we were blockmates.

your mom and my mom seemed like long lost friends, insisting that we belong on the same floor, so the dorm managers really had no choice but to put us on the same room together. we even had our beds beside each other [of course you remember we chose the lower bunks]. and then we were room mates.

being the college freshmen that we were, it seemed a good idea then to stick together. from getting up in the morning to heat bath water to singing in the shower because it was freaking cold. i think that was the start of our singing career. bath songs. remember when they used to request a duet [that was weird] during bath time? hay these brehans are so funny.

did i ever get to thank you for having my back when i seriously ticked off 'lord' ef? you never left me then even when the whole dorm hated me. and so, by manner of association, they disliked you too. i don't think i could imagine living it down without you there [and ate em and ate dee]. made living through 'hell' a lot, lot bearable.

you are really the original sunshine. good morning sunshine! dahil bukas, sisicat din ang araw. you shone, dear, you reallly did.

thanks, too for walking with me in the rain... with blue paint and murdered umbrellas from upper session to the dormitory. i couldn't have had a happier first baguio birthday minus being paint and rain soaked, walking like crazy with my best college buddy.

happy rain memories rooted from that time and i couldn't care less if it rains when i sing, as long as i sing with you. what did you call us then? psychic song partners? didn't we belt out the same songs with the same lines exactly as if it were planned? blueberry cheesecake will never mean the same again.

you do know how much i love you even when we fell apart, right? thanks for that, too. growth spurted from there. and look where we are now, we're as okay as the first day we met. like best friends since pre-school.



jean kathleen abigail! cheers to you! to 22 years of God's faithfulness in your life. and to more birthdays we're going to celebrate! whoot! :D i hearts you like whoa. mwaaaaaah!

whashor point?

OWN:
[x] You own over 10 bottles of nail polish
[ ] You own perfume that cost over $60
[ ] You had/have fake nails
[x] You have more hair products than you can use
[ ] You have enough clothes to cover an entire refugee camp.
[x] You have enough pictures to create your own wallpaper.
Total: 3

Do you:
[ ] Have/had a hair color that is not your natural color
[x] Have blonde moments at least once a day
[x] Constantly keep your phone at your side
[x] Dance around in your room when nobody else is home
[ ] Refuse to go out in public without makeup
Total: 3

DO YOU LIKE:
[x] Makeup
[x] Glitter
[x] The Color Pink
[x] Shopping
[x] Jewelry
[x] Mirrors
[x] Chick flicks
[x] Shoes
[x] Rainbows
[x] Unicorns
[x] Disney Movies
[x] Candles
[x] Flowers
[x] Stuffed Animals
[x] Purses
[ ] Boots
[x] Starbucks
Total: 16

DO YOU SAY:
[x] Whatever.
[x] Oh my gosh/goodness/god
[x] Hun/honey
[x] Thats hot
[ ] Dunzo
[x] Darling
[x] Psh
[x] Cutie
[x] Hottie
[x] Totally
[x] Fer Shur
[x] Fabulous
[x] hell yeah
[x] like
[x] duh
Total: 14

Do You Read:
[x] Cosmopolitan/Cosmo Girl
[ ] Cleo
[x] Marie Claire
[ ] Elle
[ ] Vogue
[ ] Dolly
[ ] Girlfriend
[ ] Teen Vogue
[ ] Famous
[ ] New idea
[ ] NW
[ ] Madison
[ ] Who
[x] PerezHilton.com
Total: 3


Have you Seen These:
[x] Legally Blonde
[ ] Elizabethtown
[x] Mean Girls
[ ] Now & Then
[x] The Notebook
[x] A Walk to Remember
[x] Sweet Home Alabama
[ ] Where the Heart is
[x] Just my luck
[ ] John Tucker Must Die
[x] Centerstage
[x] Bring it On
[x] How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
[x] Mona Lisa Smile
Total: 10

Are you/ have you been Addicted to
[ ] LOST
[x] Americas Next Top Model
[x] Project Runway
[ ] Desperate Housewives
[ ] The Simple Life
[x] Next pussycat doll
[ ] 8th & Ocean
[x] Greys Anatomy
[ ] The O.C.
[ ] Laguna Beach/The Hills
[ ] Nip/Tuck
[x] Gilmore Girls
[ ] Veronica Mars
[x] One tree hill
Total: 6

ALL TOTAL: 54

COUNT UP HOW MANY YOU CHECKED. MULTIPLY BY 2

PERCENT BARBIE: 108%
:: oh geez. why? :D

seriously, you need to get a life.

You Are an "It Girl"

You're outgoing, friendly, and charismatic. You are aware of your image, and you are constantly improving yourself. You're definitely the type of girl people love to be around!

Are You An "It Girl"?

You Are 72% Bitchy

While you may not think of yourself as the ice queen, admit it, you're often in a bad mood. And it's those around you who often bear the brunt of your annoyance, even if they haven't done anything wrong!

How Bitchy Are You?

You Are a Red Crayon

Your world is colored with bright, vivid, wild colors. You have a deep, complex personality - and you are always expressing something about yourself. Bold and dominant, you are a natural leader. You have an energy that is intense... and sometimes overwhelming. Your reaction to everything tends to be strong. You are the master of love-hate relationships. Your color wheel opposite is green. Green people are way too mellow to understand what drives your energy.

What Color Crayon Are You?

happy baguio day!

98 and counting.
oh yeah! :D

i hearts you like whoa heart's hometown!

why yes her head's fine

there is nothing going on in my life today. nothing out of the ordinary, anyway. so i think i'm going to stir the doldrum that is my being and create a whirlpool of non-issues and inanities.

to start off, lemme just say that donning a uniform everyday is curtailing my sensibilities and creative juices. and so i give props to the inventors of accessories, scarves and coats. thanks to them i can dress my uniform up and still look decent. a challenge, i must say. hahaha. and oh, green is the new black. learn it, live it, love it.

and haha, because i can't go wrong in a uniform [??], i know better to castigate major fashion faux pas i encounter daily.

dress code disaster number one: print on print. now, there are some people who can pull this off so if you are not one of them, please spare the trial and error and save yourself a little dignity. polkadots [large, obvious ones] don't go too well with equally bold and bright stripes. if your stripes are teensy weensy to the extent of using a microscope to see the print, then go ahead wear it with other prints. as long as, of course, they have the same tone or hue as the other.

dress code disaster number two: bandannas. it's perfectly fine to put on bandannas, definitely adds color and style. but bandannas tied around your head to make you look like naruto is a bit off. reminds me of dao ming su in meteor garden... in 2003! clearly, the look worked well for him [but it was tacky nonetheless] but he was gwapo so he got away with it. but you, you're not.

dress code disaster number three: me in a uniform.

dress code disaster number four: clothes that make you say, "eep! what is that hideous thing?" especially when it comes from a designer label. you see, nice clothes don't have to cost much. just because it says [insert designer's name here] means you have to grab it since you can afford it. it's a formula for disaster.

that didn't cheer me up. i'm still boring myself to death! rawr.

in other news, as i was crossing the street yesterday, a motorbike which came from nowhere, cut where i was walking. and like any sane, decent person would do, i growled at the biker. as in catlike, rawr with my right hand poised like a furious feline about to strike. yep. my definition of normal exactly.

oh incoherence! i know thee well!

i was thinking of an adjective that would best describe me. the challenge is to come up with a word that starts with the same letter as my name. duh. [this was the GTKY thing jeri used for his class] not only can i not  find an adjective that starts with the letter x, i also cannot find any adjective that goes with xaris. i do declare, xaris is a stand alone noun. it cannot be described by any other word. its essence cannot be encapsulated! ahahaha. not even a lexicon master can begin to describe xaris.

holler like a banshee and raise your left foot if you agree.
awe yeah.

High School Musical 2

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Movies
Genre:	Kids & Family

no, i haven't seen it yet. tchhh.

i'm giving it props for getting me this excited for the installment. i am sure it's bound to be inane, but who cares, i'm all for that.

hurray for musicals and disney channel original movies.

when boredom strikes

doodle away hurray.
:D

what's the story morning glory?

no fail plots that will sell from generation to generation: the cinderella story [the pretty api apihan girly who goes from rags to riches], the ugly duckling tale [the late-blooming duckling/lass who becomes beautiful in her time], and the sound of music scene [the musical tale of a single lady who takes care of some widower's kids and ends up marrying into the family].

there is no way i'd be in a cinderella story. number one: i am better off as the wicked stepsister and the big bad wolf rolled into one [oh wait, cinderella did not have a bad wolf, errr]. number two: i am not nice, i don't do chores when i'm told [i do it when i want to]. and number three: please, i don't need a fairy godmother to tell me what to wear.

i'd definitely consider the ugly duckling role except that even at the "ugly" stage, i act like a swan owing to my over personhood. i think i'd make a bad ugly duckling since they are meek and mild and wallflowers. that is so not me.

as for lil miss nun thrown out of the nunnery, well, i think i'd like her story best. she literally sang her way into the hearts of a family who badly needs to get a life. that would work except that i don't exactly want to marry a widower with children. but i'm all for the musicale quality of the package.

life would be a lot better if people will suddenly get into formation for a random dance number. like say, walking down the street and everyone just joins in for a song and dance production number. i find it interesting to have spotlights everywhere i turn. and the moment i feel something is a cue for another number. much like high school musical.

and every time we hear an augmented music, we know danger's lurking. parang yung sa mga horror films. oh. i could live with that. :) haha.

i've been meaning to tell a story, mine of course, BUT i figured there's really nothing to say. i could make one up, i should be famous for it, tcchh, that's just pathetic, isn't it?

tapos novel.
tapos screenplay.
tapos series.
tapos, ohoh yeah, i'd be as rich as jk rowling.

hahaha. i hope a story comes soon enough.

green is the new black

at the food tasting in the blue leaf events pavilion in taguig.
august 4, 2007.