Dear Brat,
This current drama you are in just means you can't have everything you want. When God answered your prayer about IT being His, that's grace. But you're never going to have IT because IT is not for you. IT's reserved for someone else. Someone who had no wrong motives when she prayed about IT.
So there. Get a life. You are being silly again.
Oh wait. Looks like the drama you wanted is about to happen. Let's just hope they're too poor to actually consider your services.
Toodles,
the Xaris
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
fairy godmothers do exist
ask antoninoy. my darling one-year old inaanak.
my pre-school best friend Marie's bundle of joy celebrated his first birthday today. i saw him on his actual birth day and he's so tiny then and now he's superman.
you'll always be my baby love.
no pumpkins for you. and no midnight curfews. hahaha.
*waiting for mommy to upload more pichoors i can steal because my battery died on me.*
love you babe.
Dahil Minsan Ang Mga Detour ay Kailangan
Wala akong balak umakyat ng Baguio simula nung maisip ko na ayaw ko ng attachment. But lo and behold. Dun din pala ako mapupunta.
Bibili lang dapat kami ng ube tapos uuwi na. Dala na rin ng mga pangyayari, may-I-extend naman ako ng very hard sa Baguio my love so sweet.
Hanggang sa naging one week ang stay ko dun. Hindi ko rin pala matitiis. Charing.
Photos in the new IV home in Ambiong (na lagi kong hindi malocate at nagkanda ligaw ligaw na 'ko every time) with the IVNL peeps.
Cast:
Papa Paul (the future ex-boyfriend)
Ara (soon-to-be IV homer and staff)
Ate Eden (the dog charmer and mommy of the house)
Frida (ang nag-iisang fan ni dj xaris)
Jeff (dude, whatever)
Zyla (ang dakilang KC mate na staff na ngayon)
Kuya Carlo (the comsci prof)
Ate Weng (mrs. comsci prof)
Allen (the silent border)
Cel (the sister of the silent border)
Toni (student leader extraordinaire)
Alfe (para sa Balitang Amianan kasama si camera mang ____)
Yung mga di kasama sa IV home experience:
Jerry
Dell
Albus MacAllister
Meet Lizette T. Refuerzo, M.D.
She's my favorite doctor after JD Dorian.
Ate Liz is my childhood friend from Baguio who gave me her Polly Pocket when I was nine, on my first visit to the city.
She's a doctor now.
And she's going to make me a star. Hahaha. Move over Belo. Harhar.
GREEN and bear it
Haha, i'm so punny.
Shut up, Xai.
Because I spent the ride from Manila to Bontoc almost awake, I saw the rice terraces in different parts of Mountain Province.
Dati dino-drawing ko lang yan para sa mga HeKaSi project, ngayon up close and personal ko na silang nakita. Ang galing ng mga ninuno natin, ano? Hurray for the Philippines. Bow.
the xaris and the cindy in baguio
To My Minion Cindy,
You may now have a legitimate Baguio album.
I erased most of our pictures because I looked like a turd in them. I can send you the SD card if you like so you can upload them for yourself.
Me loves you. Thanks for not ditching me.
Mwahugs.
Always,
The Xaris
Your Liege
Saturday, August 23, 2008
sagada much (part 3)
sight-saw (haha) pretty blue skies and fluffy white clouds, greens and yellows and other nice hues.
stone church (rocks!)
echo valley.
underground river.
small falls.
salamat manong tuts sa trekking tips na hindi namin kinamatay. mabuhay ka!
cave girls (part two)
so many awkward shots.
unflattering poses.
wet and wildness.
dorks in the dark.
hello sumaging cave and other passages.
extreme spelunking (minus getting a helmet-head), rock climbing, swimming, diving and fear factor all rolled into one.
it was sooooo much fun.
manong allen, salamat at nabuhay kami. mabuhay ka!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Why Hello Mortal
I can't effing upload our sagada pictures and it's draining my patience. 
Kaya eto muna.
Got this from Iyatoter and when she tagged YOU, I took that as ME. So here it is. I don't go out on dates, for the record. I 'just agree to sit on the same table while having dinner.'
List down 10 major Turn-Offs when dating the opposite sex. Then tag 10 people you want to do the same.
1. I dislike smokers.
2. Boys who say bad things about everything. I think I pretty much have the ranting part covered. Pfft.
3. Guys who check out other people's anatomy. Not just chick check. I mean really staring other people down. Including boys hunkier than they are.
4. Guys who speak conyo english like this... 'Erm Kashe, like, you knowr, ish like whatevurrr.' Hello naman.
5. I judge you when you use poor grammar. I tend to mentally edit other people's speech. Mine's not perfect, mind you but it's easier to spot the mistake when others do it. Bwahahaha.
6. If you're not Arnean or taga-UP. Wala lang. Kababawan ko lang sa buhay.
7. Guys who limit their food-intake. Adik ka ba at kalahati, macho man? It just seems wrong for some reason.
8. Boys who don't talk.
9. Piolo-haters. You don't have to like him you know, but isn't it strange when you know so much hate details about him?
10. Wishy washy pea-brains. It's surprising how I even agree to address a pea-brain's presence. Tutt.
Tagging...
mortals.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
the xaris survives sagada
On our second day, we woke up a bit late at 7am and prepared for sightseeing. A hearty breakfast at the Yoghurt House did the trick in gassing us up for a long day ahead.
Manong Allen was not available for that day so we had another guide, Manong Tuts. He seemed pretty quiet the whole time so I chatted him up and took pictures of him while he moved his face away.
First stop was Echo Valley. We passed through the church (very, very noice!), a graveyard and steep mountainsides to get to the place. The place was soo pretty and the echoes were so cool! I yelled ‘I love you Piolo (piolo-piolo-piolo)’ and took pictures. Manong Tuts then launched the story of how last year, a foreigner dropped from the main road, down the ravines and into the valley while the guy was walking and taking photos. He narrated how the poor tourist plunged seventy meters to his death. Gee, thanks, Manong, I feel very brave now.
Our next destination was the Underground River but I went alone on that one because Cindy bailed on me. The trek down was also tough since I haven’t been involved in much physical activities, oh I don’t know, since I was fifteen. My strained, almost-atrophied leg muscles screamed in protest as we went down, down the mountain. Manong Tuts pointed where we were headed and warned me about grasses and plants I must not hold onto. Elle Woods would have been proud of me as I mastered the bend and step. I bend my knees so it wouldn’t hurt going up and down and hear twigs snap on my weight. The bend and snap. Bow.
On the trail was another interesting burial spot. Going to the river, there was a cave that was closed to tourists in 1997. It used to be a sightseeing destination. He pointed where it was and told the story about how somebody fell into the cave and died.
I’m getting the sense he worked for the grim reaper.
The underground river was okay though nothing spectacular, at least from where I was standing. To appreciate the body of water better, Manong Tuts said it was best that we go further down and swim until we get to the Bok-od Falls, our final itinerary. I wasn’t ready to get wet so we went back to the main road and took another trail (gasp!) to get to the famed falls.
Speaking of famous falls, there was another one called the Big Falls but a sign at the Town Hall said the site was closed to tourists. Manong Tuts regretted that he couldn’t take me to see it because the spot was closed for a week. Apparently, somebody fell in the currents the morning we landed in Sagada. The person died of drowning.
Further probing led to another one of his narration on dying tourists. Yes, I got the picture clearly, thanksverymuch. ‘Manong, bat naman puro kamatayan ang tema ng kwento mo?’
The trail to the small falls wasn’t any easier than the one leading to the underground river. I wish I could’ve swum instead.
The water was cold and the water fell off beautifully. There were kids already there, some wading, some swimming through the river. Some braver ones even jumped off the fall and it was so much fun! It was such an exhilarating jump!
Yes, that's me. I'm a shape shifter.
How do you think I managed to get through narrow passages in the cave, huh? The jump is something like ten meters and the welcoming waters go as deep as twenty feet. Oh, the water felt so good though I couldn’t really be sure about the pool’s depth… errm, hmm.
We stayed awhile and watched more people come to spend their holidays swimming and jumping off mini-falls. Manong Tuts was kind enough not to get into any more creepy tales.
While we were making our way back to the main road, he asked me if I had seen the Piolo-Juday movie, Don’t Give Up On Us (but of course!). He pointed to the cabbage patch where they shot the ‘saving the repolyo from the rain’ scene and I almost squealed in delight. It took all my restraint not to run to it and collect soil from where Piolo stood. Wahahaha. Crazy fangirl.
It was time to go back to town to get our things so we can start our way back home. I didn’t want to leave just yet but I saw no point in staying if Cindy wouldn’t be there anyway. I just felt a bit bad that I did not have time to see the lake (it’s famous all on its own but I wanted to see it because Piolo Pascual had a ‘fixing the truck’s wheel’ scene there).
From city girl to cave girl (yeah baby!) to almost-bat girl (destined talaga kami ni Bruce Wayne) to fan girl (follow Piolo’s footsteps!) to survivor (I did not die, haha), Sagada brought me a deeper appreciation of what it meant to really live. Stand in awe of a mighty Creator, see beauty, smell fresh air, move limbs, be brave, be strong, endure hardships (what? It was hard most of the time), hurt, relate to people, laugh, love and all that jazz.
Isn’t life amazing?
PS. I shall post all the pichoors as soon as i get home and get my hands on IE and multiply toolbar because i'm a turd like that. bow.
Manong Allen was not available for that day so we had another guide, Manong Tuts. He seemed pretty quiet the whole time so I chatted him up and took pictures of him while he moved his face away.
First stop was Echo Valley. We passed through the church (very, very noice!), a graveyard and steep mountainsides to get to the place. The place was soo pretty and the echoes were so cool! I yelled ‘I love you Piolo (piolo-piolo-piolo)’ and took pictures. Manong Tuts then launched the story of how last year, a foreigner dropped from the main road, down the ravines and into the valley while the guy was walking and taking photos. He narrated how the poor tourist plunged seventy meters to his death. Gee, thanks, Manong, I feel very brave now.
Our next destination was the Underground River but I went alone on that one because Cindy bailed on me. The trek down was also tough since I haven’t been involved in much physical activities, oh I don’t know, since I was fifteen. My strained, almost-atrophied leg muscles screamed in protest as we went down, down the mountain. Manong Tuts pointed where we were headed and warned me about grasses and plants I must not hold onto. Elle Woods would have been proud of me as I mastered the bend and step. I bend my knees so it wouldn’t hurt going up and down and hear twigs snap on my weight. The bend and snap. Bow.
On the trail was another interesting burial spot. Going to the river, there was a cave that was closed to tourists in 1997. It used to be a sightseeing destination. He pointed where it was and told the story about how somebody fell into the cave and died.
I’m getting the sense he worked for the grim reaper.
The underground river was okay though nothing spectacular, at least from where I was standing. To appreciate the body of water better, Manong Tuts said it was best that we go further down and swim until we get to the Bok-od Falls, our final itinerary. I wasn’t ready to get wet so we went back to the main road and took another trail (gasp!) to get to the famed falls.
Speaking of famous falls, there was another one called the Big Falls but a sign at the Town Hall said the site was closed to tourists. Manong Tuts regretted that he couldn’t take me to see it because the spot was closed for a week. Apparently, somebody fell in the currents the morning we landed in Sagada. The person died of drowning.
Further probing led to another one of his narration on dying tourists. Yes, I got the picture clearly, thanksverymuch. ‘Manong, bat naman puro kamatayan ang tema ng kwento mo?’
The trail to the small falls wasn’t any easier than the one leading to the underground river. I wish I could’ve swum instead.
The water was cold and the water fell off beautifully. There were kids already there, some wading, some swimming through the river. Some braver ones even jumped off the fall and it was so much fun! It was such an exhilarating jump!
Yes, that's me. I'm a shape shifter. We stayed awhile and watched more people come to spend their holidays swimming and jumping off mini-falls. Manong Tuts was kind enough not to get into any more creepy tales.
While we were making our way back to the main road, he asked me if I had seen the Piolo-Juday movie, Don’t Give Up On Us (but of course!). He pointed to the cabbage patch where they shot the ‘saving the repolyo from the rain’ scene and I almost squealed in delight. It took all my restraint not to run to it and collect soil from where Piolo stood. Wahahaha. Crazy fangirl.
It was time to go back to town to get our things so we can start our way back home. I didn’t want to leave just yet but I saw no point in staying if Cindy wouldn’t be there anyway. I just felt a bit bad that I did not have time to see the lake (it’s famous all on its own but I wanted to see it because Piolo Pascual had a ‘fixing the truck’s wheel’ scene there).
From city girl to cave girl (yeah baby!) to almost-bat girl (destined talaga kami ni Bruce Wayne) to fan girl (follow Piolo’s footsteps!) to survivor (I did not die, haha), Sagada brought me a deeper appreciation of what it meant to really live. Stand in awe of a mighty Creator, see beauty, smell fresh air, move limbs, be brave, be strong, endure hardships (what? It was hard most of the time), hurt, relate to people, laugh, love and all that jazz.
Isn’t life amazing?
PS. I shall post all the pichoors as soon as i get home and get my hands on IE and multiply toolbar because i'm a turd like that. bow.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
the xaris and the cindy in sagadurr part 1
twelve hours.
hello naman.
it's taking ridiculously long to upload everything so i shall cut the photos in three albums. pramis, kagabi pa 'ko naguupload. rawr.
the xaris visits sagada
My body aches all over and when I try to make any small movement, I wince. Oh, but I’m smiling and my heart is really, really happy. And why not, I had a dream come true. On the long weekend, I was able to finally check one item off my wish list. Dream destination prior to Greece is, tantananan! Sagada!
My high school best bud Cindz accompanied me on this trip and we took the twelve-hour bus ride from Manila to Bontoc. Twelve. Hours. On the bus. Long and winding road. Little leg room.I couldn't sleep not because I was uncomfortable but because I was extremely excited about the whole thing.
And why not, I had a dream come true. On the long weekend, I was able to finally check one item off my wish list. Dream destination prior to Greece is, tantananan! Sagada!My high school best bud Cindz accompanied me on this trip and we took the twelve-hour bus ride from Manila to Bontoc. Twelve. Hours. On the bus. Long and winding road. Little leg room.I couldn't sleep not because I was uncomfortable but because I was extremely excited about the whole thing.
I stayed up through rice fields, mountain ranges, lakes, and rivers all the way from Bulacan to Banaue. The view and sights were awesome and I couldn't help praising God for the beauty of creation. I watched the stars twinkle and fade. I saw how the sky turned from black to purple to red to yellow to blue.
[Insert Sunday School song...]
[Insert Sunday School song...]
God created twinkling stars,
God created river flows,
God created mountains high,
God created meeee...
God created river flows,
God created mountains high,
God created meeee...
God creates beautiful things. Ehem.
We got to Bontoc at 10am-ish and rode a jeepney to Sagada. I imagined the place a lot differently in my head (I blame Don't Give Up and Piolo) but it wasn't so bad. It's a lot like Baguio, actually, which makes the place lovable and a lot like home.
We planned on sightseeing that afternoon and attempt cave, ehem, get this- connection, the following day. The tour guide person at the front desk advised that we try caving first if we want to maximize the Sagada experience (we had to leave the following afternoon).
freezing kewld, pare.
Manong Allen was our 'cave man.' He's such a delight to be with. Haha, I swear he needed all the patience he can get because we were probably the most nonathletic, highly uncoordinated beings on the planet. Plus we whine a lot.
The caves were just majestic and I was in awe again at the beauty of creation as Manong Allen narrated how all these wonders are not man-made and have been around for a long, long time. Then there were also refresher courses on stalactites, stalagmites, bats and darkness.
The trek wasn’t easy especially for newbie’s such as us but we really made the most out of the experience. Every now and then we’d stop for photos, catch our breaths and figure out what shapes the rocks took. Manong Allen will tell us the level of difficulty as we went further and deeper into the caves just to measure if we’re up for the challenge. Then would be a good time to stumble upon Bruce Wayne’s lair; that would've been a good reason to go on.
Normally, I’d quit at the soonest possible time but the whole thing was too good to pass up. I definitely did not want to miss a thing. Armageddon kung Armageddon, go lang ng go! One song was playing on my head as I carefully watched my steps. Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re not strong enough; Don’t give up… Aah. Thank you, Hannah Montana.
When I couldn’t go on anymore, I’d sit on a rock, dramatically sigh and say, ‘Dito na lang po ako titira, padalan niyo na lang po ako ng dinner.’ Manong Allen would just snicker, turn away and bring the light with him. Of course I’d follow feeling much, much better.
To keep a cheery disposition, we took a lot of pictures and stayed in one nice area for a longer time. When other tour groups would catch up on us, I’d scream, ‘I see people, we’re saved!’ We all laugh it off and go on our merry way.
It was tough to imagine how we survived the cave connection. There were rappelling, jumping into pools, rock climbing, making contortions you wouldn’t imagine yourself getting into, random cave quizzes and strolling barefoot onto cracks and crevices created in the beginning of the world. The waters were freezing; there were sharp and slippery rocks all over and who knows what lurks inside the dark, narrow passages. But we made it! After that we knew there was nothing we couldn’t do now. No broken nails, bones or egos. Hahaha.
Just that afterwards, every joint and muscle ached with every. Single. Motion. As soon as our backs lain on the bed, we were off to a dreamless slumber.
*Day Two in a while*
We got to Bontoc at 10am-ish and rode a jeepney to Sagada. I imagined the place a lot differently in my head (I blame Don't Give Up and Piolo) but it wasn't so bad. It's a lot like Baguio, actually, which makes the place lovable and a lot like home.
We planned on sightseeing that afternoon and attempt cave, ehem, get this- connection, the following day. The tour guide person at the front desk advised that we try caving first if we want to maximize the Sagada experience (we had to leave the following afternoon).
freezing kewld, pare.Manong Allen was our 'cave man.' He's such a delight to be with. Haha, I swear he needed all the patience he can get because we were probably the most nonathletic, highly uncoordinated beings on the planet. Plus we whine a lot.
The caves were just majestic and I was in awe again at the beauty of creation as Manong Allen narrated how all these wonders are not man-made and have been around for a long, long time. Then there were also refresher courses on stalactites, stalagmites, bats and darkness.
The trek wasn’t easy especially for newbie’s such as us but we really made the most out of the experience. Every now and then we’d stop for photos, catch our breaths and figure out what shapes the rocks took. Manong Allen will tell us the level of difficulty as we went further and deeper into the caves just to measure if we’re up for the challenge. Then would be a good time to stumble upon Bruce Wayne’s lair; that would've been a good reason to go on.
Normally, I’d quit at the soonest possible time but the whole thing was too good to pass up. I definitely did not want to miss a thing. Armageddon kung Armageddon, go lang ng go! One song was playing on my head as I carefully watched my steps. Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re not strong enough; Don’t give up… Aah. Thank you, Hannah Montana.
When I couldn’t go on anymore, I’d sit on a rock, dramatically sigh and say, ‘Dito na lang po ako titira, padalan niyo na lang po ako ng dinner.’ Manong Allen would just snicker, turn away and bring the light with him. Of course I’d follow feeling much, much better.
To keep a cheery disposition, we took a lot of pictures and stayed in one nice area for a longer time. When other tour groups would catch up on us, I’d scream, ‘I see people, we’re saved!’ We all laugh it off and go on our merry way.
It was tough to imagine how we survived the cave connection. There were rappelling, jumping into pools, rock climbing, making contortions you wouldn’t imagine yourself getting into, random cave quizzes and strolling barefoot onto cracks and crevices created in the beginning of the world. The waters were freezing; there were sharp and slippery rocks all over and who knows what lurks inside the dark, narrow passages. But we made it! After that we knew there was nothing we couldn’t do now. No broken nails, bones or egos. Hahaha.
Just that afterwards, every joint and muscle ached with every. Single. Motion. As soon as our backs lain on the bed, we were off to a dreamless slumber.
*Day Two in a while*
Sunday, August 10, 2008
the xaris lives the suite life
Guess what I'm doing at the onset of bumhood?
Checking in at a hotel with my birthday almost-twin, Freshnaida! (Of course, she shouldered the stay because she's rich like that while I wait for my check to be cleared) This whole thing was a spur of the moment tara-hotel-tayo trip. Yahahaha.
I'm down at the coffee shop while she does some business (hello naman ang rest and relaxation) with the management (oh yeah, her family runs the f&b of the hotel). Haha, whatever.
There's a penthouse pool I've been meaning to visit but the front desk said they'd be closing the pool area by ten. Eeeeh. Bad trip. So now I'm stuck at the lobby looking like a geek with only Albus MacAllister keeping me company.
And yes, I'm also singing to myself and taking webcam pictures. AND receiving stares from other guests like I'm some loony happily lost in her own little world.
Tomorrow I look forward to the complimentary breakfast even if I have to wake and get up early for that. Hahaha. I will collect all the complementary soaps and toothbrushes and what have yous and take them home, bwahahaha, to add to my collection of useless stuff I want to display. Next stop: the Shang. Awe yeah.
I hope my friends from college come and visit tomorrow like they promised. Then I can kick off the sweet life, with or without a suite. x)
Checking in at a hotel with my birthday almost-twin, Freshnaida! (Of course, she shouldered the stay because she's rich like that while I wait for my check to be cleared) This whole thing was a spur of the moment tara-hotel-tayo trip. Yahahaha.
I'm down at the coffee shop while she does some business (hello naman ang rest and relaxation) with the management (oh yeah, her family runs the f&b of the hotel). Haha, whatever.
There's a penthouse pool I've been meaning to visit but the front desk said they'd be closing the pool area by ten. Eeeeh. Bad trip. So now I'm stuck at the lobby looking like a geek with only Albus MacAllister keeping me company.
And yes, I'm also singing to myself and taking webcam pictures. AND receiving stares from other guests like I'm some loony happily lost in her own little world.
Tomorrow I look forward to the complimentary breakfast even if I have to wake and get up early for that. Hahaha. I will collect all the complementary soaps and toothbrushes and what have yous and take them home, bwahahaha, to add to my collection of useless stuff I want to display. Next stop: the Shang. Awe yeah.
I hope my friends from college come and visit tomorrow like they promised. Then I can kick off the sweet life, with or without a suite. x)
Thursday, August 07, 2008
whaduyuknow
Hello.
What do you know...
I'm not 'TEENAGE'(d) anymore.
Still mutant.
Still dramatic.
Still reigning.
For the last two years, I lived here.
The other two were spent elsewhere.
What do you know...
I'm not 'TEENAGE'(d) anymore.
Still mutant.
Still dramatic.
Still reigning.
For the last two years, I lived here.
The other two were spent elsewhere.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
thoughts on (com)mute
All the mothers (that includes you Tita Ninang Vi) in our church are strong women. They have strong personalities, brilliant minds and a whola lotta touch of TLC. That's the kind of fortitude I wish to emulate (IF I grow up).
They're the kind of women who really 'don't need a man' to be complete but so graciously submit to their husbands. Very godly wives, I should say.
Sure, they have issues with their daughters (and sons) but they still remain worthy of praise. At the end of the day, through their weaknesses and sometimes unbearable 'motherness,' they're all good.
I guess Tito Bob trained them well and they in turn turned out to be good disciplers. And I really pray that our SATC generation will look up to these women because I do think they're who we need to be. Smart, beautiful, and godly.
***
I caught A Very Special Love on Sunday, last full show at the galleria. That was after I watched The Dark Knight *tulo laway ang GALENG ni Joker* the same day, which was so amazing and quotable. I love watching in cinemas alone but since Baguio, I never really got to watch Pinoy murvies by myself because Eduardo was my default tagalog movie date. For everything else, there were Arriane, Pie and Marose.
Back to le John Lloyd flick. Every time I feel really sad, most likely because I ran out of 'kilig factor,' Lloydi is a sure antidote to xaidrama-tis. I swear. I must have seen all his movies (and that's a surprise because?) and every time his face appears on screen, I melt like ice cream in the Sahara. He's A- you're adorable! One time, I met him at CCF (this is my favorite john lloyd story) and he borrowed the empty seat next to mine. I didn't know it was him, so I just said, 'sure go ahead' without even looking. When he said thanks, I looked up and saw the prettiest brown eyes my nineteen years have ever seen.
If we were a movie (hey, that's a Miley song), we'd be together now.
(this is better said in Tagalog) Habang tumatagal akong single, lalong tumataas standards ko kakapanood ng mga pelikula ni John Lloyd.
Alas, it's too late. Harhar.
***
In two days, I'm a free girl! I took a one-month leave from work because I need to recover from too much xaidrama-tis. My health is failing (yey 25!), so's my spirtual cadence along with what's left of my emotional well-being. Aah, the wedding industry does that to a person. Hahaha. Kidding.
I'm grateful for the break. I want to plan it but I want to be spontaneous as well. Hello bummery, here I come. :)
They're the kind of women who really 'don't need a man' to be complete but so graciously submit to their husbands. Very godly wives, I should say.
Sure, they have issues with their daughters (and sons) but they still remain worthy of praise. At the end of the day, through their weaknesses and sometimes unbearable 'motherness,' they're all good.
I guess Tito Bob trained them well and they in turn turned out to be good disciplers. And I really pray that our SATC generation will look up to these women because I do think they're who we need to be. Smart, beautiful, and godly.
***
I caught A Very Special Love on Sunday, last full show at the galleria. That was after I watched The Dark Knight *tulo laway ang GALENG ni Joker* the same day, which was so amazing and quotable. I love watching in cinemas alone but since Baguio, I never really got to watch Pinoy murvies by myself because Eduardo was my default tagalog movie date. For everything else, there were Arriane, Pie and Marose.
Back to le John Lloyd flick. Every time I feel really sad, most likely because I ran out of 'kilig factor,' Lloydi is a sure antidote to xaidrama-tis. I swear. I must have seen all his movies (and that's a surprise because?) and every time his face appears on screen, I melt like ice cream in the Sahara. He's A- you're adorable! One time, I met him at CCF (this is my favorite john lloyd story) and he borrowed the empty seat next to mine. I didn't know it was him, so I just said, 'sure go ahead' without even looking. When he said thanks, I looked up and saw the prettiest brown eyes my nineteen years have ever seen.
If we were a movie (hey, that's a Miley song), we'd be together now.
(this is better said in Tagalog) Habang tumatagal akong single, lalong tumataas standards ko kakapanood ng mga pelikula ni John Lloyd.
Alas, it's too late. Harhar.
***
In two days, I'm a free girl! I took a one-month leave from work because I need to recover from too much xaidrama-tis. My health is failing (yey 25!), so's my spirtual cadence along with what's left of my emotional well-being. Aah, the wedding industry does that to a person. Hahaha. Kidding.
I'm grateful for the break. I want to plan it but I want to be spontaneous as well. Hello bummery, here I come. :)
Friday, August 01, 2008
23 lessons and then some part two
14. You can get away with any behavior at any age. All you have to do is know when it's ideal to screw up and at what intensity mistakes are bearable. It helps, too when you work in a circle of understanding people who don't give a cow over just about anything. Then again, you'll never know when the time is right until your attention gets caught. Tough luck.
15. This world is not a perfect place. Nothing we can do can make it perfect because everything we do is not. That's what happened when Adam and Eve took the bite.
16. Love with all your heart and mind and soul and strength. If you miss one, then it's not really love.
17. Concocted by Carmela, my disciple (haha, pero technically hindi naman talaga) who discipled me...
to those who..
1. see us
2. comprehend us
3. appreciate us
4. just try to see/comprehend/appreciate us
... behold! you have just been graced with a great revelation from the omniscient, omnipotent God! not even a (really) high i.q would do, it has to be no less than supernatural.
And I live by this. Harhar. I totally understand and I fully accept that I may have to be perpetually boarding the NBSB boat. It's the way the cookie crumbles. Not too many people are keen on the 'supernatural' yahahaha.
18. The Lord is truly good. All hell may break loose, we can lose the things we hold dear, be betrayed by those whom we trust, but knowing that we have peace with a God who knows exactly what He is doing- always in His terms- means we can chill and trust that even if we suffer, we suffer in His hands. Our idea of good does not exactly have to mean comfortable or safe or convenient. It's His character. Trust His heart.
19. At least make your subjects and verb agree.
20. Inner beauty is, sadly, not all that. It's great that you're kind and that you'll probably snag a humanitarian award but please do something about how you look. People are inclined to take you seriously depending on how pleasant your appearance is. It's not nice, I know, but deal with it. It's a fact. And when you do get their attention, scoff at them for being superficial. And laugh out loud.
21. Complaining may be fun but it only takes you so far. I've wasted half my life already on that and while I rant and rant until I'm blue in the office, nothing will get better unless I do something productive. On one hand, it's therapeutic to blame others for a change but on the other hand, other people are doing the same thing anyway. So go ahead and be one step above the rest.
22. Nobody really gives a hoot about your school when you don't let your colors show. So you're Blue, or Maroon, or Green. Who cares? It's not as if you can stamp your forehead with I'm from UP and people will respect you. Please, that's not the way it works. Whadaheck, I'm all talk. But that's about to change (and no, I won't be on the streets to lament the country's pathetic state).
23. It's all about attitude. Your mindset about your current situation dictates your responses to stimulus. I think I heard that somewhere. Hmm, though I can't be sure. Hahaha. Happiness is a choice.
There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to my awesome 23rd year.
I spent the first few minutes of this day thanking God for His awesomeness. It's such a relief to know that my life is not about me. It's a crazy notion but when you surrender your all to God's Lordship, everything turns out to be okay, though sometimes not in the way you understand it. Hello, mortal. If I run my life, disaster much. I have an uncanny ability to make my life miserable. But with God, wow. I can chill.
Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.
15. This world is not a perfect place. Nothing we can do can make it perfect because everything we do is not. That's what happened when Adam and Eve took the bite.
16. Love with all your heart and mind and soul and strength. If you miss one, then it's not really love.
17. Concocted by Carmela, my disciple (haha, pero technically hindi naman talaga) who discipled me...
to those who..
1. see us
2. comprehend us
3. appreciate us
4. just try to see/comprehend/appreciate us
... behold! you have just been graced with a great revelation from the omniscient, omnipotent God! not even a (really) high i.q would do, it has to be no less than supernatural.
And I live by this. Harhar. I totally understand and I fully accept that I may have to be perpetually boarding the NBSB boat. It's the way the cookie crumbles. Not too many people are keen on the 'supernatural' yahahaha.
18. The Lord is truly good. All hell may break loose, we can lose the things we hold dear, be betrayed by those whom we trust, but knowing that we have peace with a God who knows exactly what He is doing- always in His terms- means we can chill and trust that even if we suffer, we suffer in His hands. Our idea of good does not exactly have to mean comfortable or safe or convenient. It's His character. Trust His heart.
19. At least make your subjects and verb agree.
20. Inner beauty is, sadly, not all that. It's great that you're kind and that you'll probably snag a humanitarian award but please do something about how you look. People are inclined to take you seriously depending on how pleasant your appearance is. It's not nice, I know, but deal with it. It's a fact. And when you do get their attention, scoff at them for being superficial. And laugh out loud.
21. Complaining may be fun but it only takes you so far. I've wasted half my life already on that and while I rant and rant until I'm blue in the office, nothing will get better unless I do something productive. On one hand, it's therapeutic to blame others for a change but on the other hand, other people are doing the same thing anyway. So go ahead and be one step above the rest.
22. Nobody really gives a hoot about your school when you don't let your colors show. So you're Blue, or Maroon, or Green. Who cares? It's not as if you can stamp your forehead with I'm from UP and people will respect you. Please, that's not the way it works. Whadaheck, I'm all talk. But that's about to change (and no, I won't be on the streets to lament the country's pathetic state).
23. It's all about attitude. Your mindset about your current situation dictates your responses to stimulus. I think I heard that somewhere. Hmm, though I can't be sure. Hahaha. Happiness is a choice.
There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to my awesome 23rd year.
I spent the first few minutes of this day thanking God for His awesomeness. It's such a relief to know that my life is not about me. It's a crazy notion but when you surrender your all to God's Lordship, everything turns out to be okay, though sometimes not in the way you understand it. Hello, mortal. If I run my life, disaster much. I have an uncanny ability to make my life miserable. But with God, wow. I can chill.
Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.
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