segue

sometimes i wish i have a love story to tell. like her. can't believe her luck.

twenny plus years of i-saw-my-crush-today doesn't cut anything; it's so juvenile and ridiculous. most kids my age are probably set on real wedding details or night outs with their significant others or taking care of babies. hah. like i would really know. the doldrum that is my life couldn't even start understanding why two people end up together.

and then i wonder: have i really ever been, truly, honest to goodness in love, in love?

far from me to be bitter and cynical but  frankly, i am not liking the pace. that moment of truth, that long-awaited spark seems to take longer than normal to happen. sure, i have kilig moments, but they don't count. i mean, really now, a crush life at twenny? i must be a retard for missing out on all the fun of having a real SO. i am not looking forward to the heart aches, thankyouverymuch, but for that one butterfly-in-stomach feeling, i suppose i wouldn't mind. come on! don't you think i'm old enough to handle that?

times like this, i wish i were phlegmatic and not sanguine. phlegmatic girls seem to attract all the boys/men because of their serene demeanor while sanguine girls come off too strong or too intimidating or too loud and obnoxious. but oh, in all fairness, we're so much funnnn.

they say true love waits. if i heard it once, i have heard it a hundred times. and don't tell me he's just out there, wait patiently, your time will come, blah blah blah. while the world is spinning happily on that time i'm stuck to, let's say, the pre-historic. it's gonna take me eons and eons plus for that kind of lovin' to happen in my lifetime.

my story will have to wait. fine. don't hang on for that. let me, in the moment, just entertain you with story-telling. because that's all i have now. it won't start with once upon a time. come on, that's too sappy, donchu think?

six, eight, twelve

oh rawr. that was yesterday.
i figured i couldn't work on this tribute/psycho thing in just a week. i mean, it's four years' worth of memories, you know. i can't extract it just like that. i may have to swoon, cry, crack, laugh, stalk, sob, laugh harder and cry some more at the mere thought of those happy, happy moments. that and because i'm so busy/lazy to sit this one out for a trip down that lane.
i promise to do this real soon.
toodles!

nothing beats a walk in the rain and a trip down memory lane

i am working on a blog post that will last a whole week in honor of the love of my life that is baguio.
on june 25, 11AM, it will have been six months, eight days, twelve hours [sing it to me, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh] since i went away. oh, that's a brian mcknight song. pfft.

i just thought it would be a grand idea to pay tribute to the best memories i've had in the last four years.

who's in the running to be my best baguio memory?

find out soon. :D

if you're happy and you know clap it your hands

some buffoon called at the office and was looking for mr. saris tamayo.
if this were any other day, i'd slam the phone down.

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i woke up happy. fell asleep singing. half-wishing that the world will stop at that moment, just so i could take in the exceeding joy i felt. oh joy oh joy oh joy.

isn't it nice to know that the Maker of the universe is so into your life that He cares enough to listen, more than that, speak to you no matter how lowly or insignificant you are? truly nothing compares to the peace that comes from above.

hay Lord, you rock talaga. :D

High School Musical

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

this review comes in a year later [it takes that long for me to process something, haha].
disney did a very wonderful pre-plugging campaign for this movie. i have to admit i was excited to find out what this "high school musical" is about. on its premiere, i fought hard to keep the remote and a perfect tv-viewing spot from my siblings who thought better than watching an "inane" kids film.
anyhoo, they were right. it turned out to be an inane kids movie with all the disney ingredients. it did not fail my expectations, however.
the plot is a bit too shallow with kids fighting urges so that they can keep the "status quo" by staying at their own cliques and doing what is expected of them. like jocks cannot be singers, science geniuses cannot get into theater, geeks can't like hiphop... hello? haven't they heard of being multi-talented?
considering the context of the movie though, i suppose there is some sense to keeping the tradition if that's what it takes to maintain the ability to focus at one thing. the leads of the movie proved everyone wrong.
with a little inspiration from a would-be love, troy bolton [zach effron] and gabriella montez [vanessa ann hudgens] brave the unknown [aka theater and singing] while maintaining a low profile lest their friends find out what they've been doing. because it's high school, image is important. "stick to the stuff you know!"
minus the plot, the movie gets four stars because, hey it's disney [that's a personal bias] and the over-all executions to make this movie- from the songs to the choreography to the costumes [i love sharpay's [ashley tisdale] character!] to the cast to the film's texture- are viewer-friendly. meaning, i wouldn't mind watching it over and over again [which i successfully did; i'm counting twenty times of HSM-watching].
the songs, too are okay [can't say much about the singing, though], easy to learn and sing-along to. and when you want to charm pre-schoolers, just hit a few notes... "we're soaring, flying..." and you're sure to win their attention. haha.
definitely not a movie for grown-ups who are into "sensible" things, but for chronologically advanced children at heart.
it's highly advisable to remind kids who are watching that they can try other stuff aside from what they're already good at while being determined to be the best they can be wherever, in whatever.
and that's what they call "breaking free."

tanong lang ha.

teka nga.

have you noticed how girls are usually groomed to be princesses? diba? lahat halos gusto tumira sa castle, magsuot ng pink na gown, magballroom, mag waltz, magpaka-dainty while horse-back riding and sword-fighting at syempre to find that pretty blonde boy aka prince charming. [oh come on, admit it, if you were a girl you went through this phase.]

so bakit parang walang lalakeng pinangarap maging prince? as in cultured, debonair, chivalrous, charming knight in shining armor  riding on a white horse into the sunset?

ilan ang guys na, once upon a time, pinangarap maging prince?

when masochism is the cure to a heart ache and pathetic rantings

like that ever works.

i seem to have a knack for causing self-inflicted, unnecessary hurts. and because i manage to successfully accomplish the inane, i suppose i'm the only one who can cure the pain [did i just rhyme?]. i would definitely prescribe masochism, for reasons beyond me. because as i wallow and expose my super self to kryptonite, i feel inadequate and less proud. the moment i am left a helpless heap of brokenness, then i come to acknowledge a greater power. that which i neglect on happier times.

when it comes down to stripping, the Lord really knows how to deal. hay. why does the palo have to be so hard? but after all the drama, thanks to His sovereignty and grace, everything turns out just fine.

like a weird habit, i scratch irritations until they bleed so i'd stop scratching. bleeding, as the goo goo dolls expertly expressed, makes you know you're alive.

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heart aches. an ancient phenomenon all mortals know. here i thought i was a diyosa. somebody please take me back to my fairytale.

maybe that's really the problem. i live in a disney world and never outgrew the magical promise of a utopian existence. where princes do the bidding to win a fair lady; where ogres are the bad guys; where there is sunshine 24/7 and rainbows and pixie dust.

oh. don't get me wrong. i WILL always be a disney baby. and thrive on happy thoughts and perrywinkle vibes. yey! :D

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you know what? i don't even know what i'm being so pathetic about. hahahaha.

cousins!

megan is a baguio model [she models for kids' stuff] and my favorite barbie playmate.
we used to play dolls when i was in, yes college, and we both adore disney shows [like freaks] and barbie movies. we even sing barbie songs. and surf everythinggirl.com [that's myscene and barbie.com].
yes. megan's my favorite baguio girl kalaro.

and did i mention that her older brother is a tom cruise dead-ringer? bow.

paalam na...?

pie and i got tickets to fly back home at 6PM.
the line at the ticket booth was so box office, you'd think the people are lining up to watch me in concert. haha.

but i did not catch the 6PM bus. :D

tarbaks.

the bestest place to be with your bestest friends.

six months after...

i learned to be happier with the grinch and the snow queen.
good times. good times.

the GT's of KC2K4

kit, xai, zy. people always get our names confused. don't ask why.

hanging round the, erm, most toured tourist spot in baguio. pfft. haha. that's est em to you.

hello kcmates. haha.

when pie and xai collide

she's in the running to be my maid of honor. haha.
and that's boo you arriane and marose for missing this great trip with two of your bestest friends in the whole wide universe.
fun camwhoring with you mare. :D

oh.snap.

if i said this once, i've said it a hundred times.

i hearts baguio. like whoa.

reunited and it feels so good

nothing is an accident

ardee, pie, and xai.
xai and ardee used to be an un-couple.
si pie, pumapapel lang. haha.

he's my honey, my love, so sweet. my original ace chair. my "inagaw mo ang lahat sa akin ka,"

singit si pie. :D

pie and i [or stephanie and ginger] just had coffee and were going out for a walk... when around the corner, a vision in ogre green appeared. it's random people bashing and camwhoring all the way after. duh.

whatever happened to dieting?

never hang out at work after work. it's bad.

because i can only do cartwheels through text

*cartwheels*

from here to...

BAGUIO!

the xaris answers to beauty queen questions

a belated post to the recently concluded miss universe pageant. these are the ho-hum questions asked of the top five beauties for the 2007 Miss U. quite frankly, very far from the award-winning what is the essence of a woman bit.

Who would you prefer - a man who is spontaneous and wild or the one who plays safe?
I would definitely go for someone who is spontaneous and wild because i am always on the safe side. A change of view would do me wonders especially if i would, ehem, represent women as a miss universe title holder [what? i can dream, can't i?]. Spontaneous and wild don't have to mean dangerous or illegal, so i don't see anything wrong with that.

If you would have any superpower, what would it be and why?
if i had a superpower, any superpower, i would definitely want to to stop time just so i could take in all the precious moments and not have to rush things. a year passes by oh so quickly and the least i can do is savor every day, moment by moment, and hopefully share it with those who need to the time off from life's pressures and challenges.

Is it better to live life following your heart or your mind?
The heart is deceitful at times that is why you need your mind to steer things in the right path. it's not a question of following your heart or your mind, but how you can make these two work harmoniously for the greater good of many.

If you have to pick one moment in your life what would it be and why?
Today is a good day. Because out of the many beautiful girls all over the world, i get to stand here and answer that question. It's what we make of every moment that counts. why not today?

What is the one lesson learnt as a child that still affects your life?
to love God with all my heart, soul, mind and strength. lessons from Sunday school still apply today. when i remember this, i am confident that i am in good hands even if things don't go my way. and that at the end of the day, what's done for Christ will last.

Take that you gown-wearing, cat-walking, stilleto-wearing gkhdoasksagdkajfaps. :D oh. and world peace.