trip to quiapo

SEQ 1.EXT.LATE AFTERNOON.LIVING ROOM.
XAI [TEXTING]:
Kuya, Paano ba pumunta sa Luneta?
KUYA [in deep thought]:
Sumulat ka ng nobela laban sa mga Espanyol at magsimula ka ng rebolusyon. bwahaha! [sabay batok]

my girlfriends and i planned to meet at the national hero's shrine at 5pm today. i didn't know how to get to Luneta from our place. but i'm a smart kid, i'd figure it out. so i hailed a jeepney [yes, i'm a fan of jeepneys] to quiapo and asked the manong how to get to luneta. yey me! i'm on the right ride. the jeep goes straight to rizal park.

the travel time took forever so i busied myself with cutie sightings. there was a ust boy wearing orange and i thought he looked okay. so i stared at him from behind and i realized, no he was not. but he's the best looking thing in the jeep so i focused on him for a while. when he got down, i decided to do something else [like i had a choice] so i daydreamed winning the 2 million jackpot from deal or no deal. [kris says it like, "djeel or no dzeel!"]

in my mind, i keep saying "no deal" or "hey hey hey banker" or "say it again kris" or "ohmigosh, ohmigosh" and i really had fun turning down the banker's generous offers. i know i have the top amount on the briefcase i picked which was 3 or 18 or 13 or 8. i am very confident i'd win. and then kris aquino jumps up and down and almost trips at her long green gown from excitement. and i am like, "ohmigoodness. i won! i won!" and she goes, "oh my gosh xaris, you are our first 2 millionaire!" and i go, "i know, i know. thank God" and i plan on giving half my prize money to church and to inter varsity and keep the other half in the bank or buy the banker a new phone. everyone is screaming with happiness and i keep thanking everyone and i go, "i just knew i got the 2 million in that briefcase. may peace ako when i said no deal. grabe praise God!" and kris says, "God really is good. what can you say now?" "Banker, baba ka dito, party tayo!!!"

when i got back home later, i watched deal or no deal and guess what, somebody missed the 2 million jackpot on briefcase 18. *guho ang mundo*

i believe i had tears in my eyes after my award-winning daydream. the amused manong driver smiled at me and said, "neng, dito ka na bababa. rizal park na o." i looked outside and blushed. "ay talaga manong?" "ikaw lang mag-isa papasyal?" "hindi po, may imi-meet po ako. salamat ho." and i got down.

walking through the park gave me a sense of serenity with the light breeze cooling my sweaty forehead. i can't help but smile and feel kilig while strolling. i looked down on the tiled walkway and looked up at the lamp posts half expecting that suddenly everything will turn sepia. and that i'll come across stern guardia civils. i like the idea of time travelling. that's my communion with my old soul. you see, i think i was born in the wrong century. hehe.

i came ahead of my friends, so i chummied the manong sikyu at the monument. i asked him why tourists couldn't go near the statue. i vaguely remember that when i was a kid, we could go near rizal's statue. the manong said, "eh kasi ginugulo ng mga tao yung mga nagbabantay, nainis na sila. nagkakalat pa. mga pilipino talaga." i nodded sympathetically feeling gulity that once in my life i thought about pestering the marines on duty. *shame* i understand completely now. history and culture 101.

ten years passed and snow and sleet fell, no friends came. so i walked alone looking like a defeated househelp stood up by her pen pal who's supposed to eyeball her. i sat down and slumped and bought c2 [na duh, bente pesos, ang taga taga talaga].

i was observing the passers by and counted more boy-pairs than male and female lovers against the world. brokeback ba ito? they were so many i could only sigh and say, "why God?" [insert props and set for jesus christ super star]. kidding. *lugmok sa bitterness*

a maya was eating clover chips nearby. nainggit tuloy ako. but i couldn't eat so i decided to write. after finishing a novel [sobrang wala pa rin ang mga ka-meet ko] while the sun was saying buh-bye already, i thought it best to leave. grabe naman isang oras na ko dun, ano bur? i wanted to ride a calesa but i couldn't spot one. so i walked until i found a jeep to take me home. astig. door to door ang moda.

i love manila now. and the jeep to quiapo. and many other things. as for my girlfriends, we can always set a new date. nothing beats the trip i had today. :)

magtrabaho ka na xai

this is fun. much thanks to on her tabulas [which i so loveth] for this.

Leave your name and:
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
8. If I do this for you, you must in turn post this meme on your blog
9. With a letter I assign to you, you must write ten things that you like that begin with that letter.

she assigned me W.
1. wasabe. it's relief from bad sinus problems.
2. wonderwall. i remember my favorite person when i hear this and i cry.
3. weirdness. because everyone is normal.
4. walnuts
5. wacks. *keeleg*
6. wendy's
7. wednesday addams
8. willy wonka *bliss*
9. writing. ahahaha. lookie ms.L, i can write.
10. watanabe, ken. will you marry me?

mkay. right now, i am watching an inane antoinette taus movie. i so have better things to do but look at me. what's wrong with this picture? better get back to work.

snuff out the shine

this is goodbye to my pinoy big brother dreams.

[moment of silence]

two weekends, i planned to breeze my way into the pbb auditions and turn on the charms i have not used in a long time. i even got my pictures [close up and full body], birth certificate, and bio data [which i had to research for because i had no idea what a bio data looks like]. so yes, i was semi prepared. semi because the stupid side of me did not even check where the auditions were supposed to be held! [yeah, spell stupid *rolls eyes*]

this last weekend, i was willing to go to abscbn and ask around there but i caught a virus in baguio and was sick for four days. suffice to say, i missed my dear chance to fame. boohoo, indeed.

so to console my pityful self, i keep saying that maybe God did not want me to audition because i will be such a shoo in and of course, they'll get me and make me a housemate and then i won't be able to concentrate on GT work. that's probably it. i did not get the chance to audition because i'm good as in and that will greatly affect my committment as GT. perhaps this really isn't my time. next year, xai, next year. right.

and anyway, i have plenty of time to come up with fool proof ways for being famous. and tss, pbb is just a phase. and it's too beneath me. really now. me in pbb. it's the most inane thing ever. i hate the show anyway. it's too mediated. you want the real let's-all-live-together-in-one-space-and-try-to-enjoy-each-other? try kawayan camp. and the big brother there is THE big brother. screw up and you get dealt with big time. and there are no hidden cameras but he can see your every move and thought. beat that direk lauren.

dripping with bitterness now. hehe.

what is going to happen when i become famous? nothing much. i think i will be the same weird kid i am now. but oh. i will meet people. them sparkling, shining, shimmering splendid people. and then i am bound to be starstruck and gaping every second and looking like a freakazoid. more than usual. maybe i'll get the nerve to come up to my favorite people and say, "ah, hello po. pwede ko po ba kayong palakpakan?" and then clap like an overexcited teeny bopper meeting bobby andrews for the first time. *keeleg* i already have a list of applaud worthy people.

1. joel torre
2. pen medina
3. cesar montano
4. sharon cuneta [yes. i'm sharonian. so sue me.]
5. ronnie lazaro
6. dolphy
7. jose manalo [haha. really.]

so there. i have let my proverbial hair down. if only i can endorse a shampoo brand. uy, ang ganda, ay... erm... urp.

maniler, begyow, erm, time warp

back from baguio. oh, i can do this every week. right.

too much sleep and drama for the past three days made my eyes super puffy [i'm chinita now] and my bionic eyesight unreliable. imagine all the cutie sightings i missed. grah.

i am dead tired from all the travelling to and from the city of pines. [what pines? you can't even smell a hint of it except maybe when your car freshener is fake pine-scented.] and the bus. oh gosh, the bus. it's too cold. i had to put the curtain up to block the stupid air condition from numbing me. hanlameeg, as in! as if i have the moolah for all the expenses. nyek. i'm working and making megabucks [haha. right] but i feel so poor from all the travelling. i even had to take my parents on a guilt-trip to support me. works every time.

but i am happy. i'm still adjusting to the GT life [that's graduates team]. and it didn't help at all that my thesis pakner is a dramachine like me. drama, drama, drama. i'm assigned to *gasps* UB where it's "all up here" *points index finger to temple*. actually, i'm axcited as much as i am horrified. anything for the love of the Lord. [this is what i've always wanted, but the tax is just too much] i lurve doing this.

i think i had better wrap this up. no more corporate bratting for me today. hehe. my boss just got back. yipes!

ok kids

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ahaha. andami pang gagawin tas pa-blog blog lang ako sa comsci office. xaris, yah hafta start working. ang dami mo pang deadline. [isn't it nice to have alter egos tell you what to do? that's xai speaking now]

oh the joys of schitzophrenia!

and now here are news about my beloved UP Baguio.

i saw my ex-crush teacher who looks like a japanese doll. he used to have long beautiful hair and now the locks are gone. he looks so weird. in a cute way, though. reports show that hair really does make or break a person's, erm, face? on other ex-crush teacher news, one has gone awol. sources say that he has probably heard that xalai is coming and now he is in hiding. a red alert is up on finding nemo.

on other news, the dormitory has been renovated, marzan inspired no doubt, with peach tiles and paint. it's so screaming fag. but the crs look so bath-able and brehans will no longer use the "walang-tubig" excuse to get away with the wisik wisik syndrome. the water problem is still there but who cares about water when you have adorable bathrooms? and the forbidden room, 204, is now in use. good luck to its residents.

this just in. xalai is in campus. beware of the dyosa lurking the beautiful halls of the academe spreading gayness and weirdness all over. and warning to all freshmen wannabe fashionistas, she hasn't given up her reign. quote-bwahahaha-unqoute.

and that was all the rage in UP Baguio. toodles and have a nice day.

[INSERT CBB]

you and me against the world

like the kris aquino robin padilla movie on cinemaone now. okay. channel zap now.

i hate hate hormones. it's making me crazy. everyday, i feel like crying [so not the drama]. i keep thinking that i have done everything i possibly might want to do, and now i'm bored because i've pretty much done it all. yeah, it sounds cool that way. haha.

i suppose this is where dreaming comes in. when people have dreams they try their best to live and make it happen. they don't stop and do everything in their power to stay positive. because dreaming is free. because it knows no bounds. because it is there that they feel human.

[insert sappy cinderella theme song]

"in dreams you will lose your heartaches, whatever you wish for, you keep" yes. because nobody is there to take your dream away from you. there will be no one to make you feel left-out, insignificant, unpretty, insecure... oh, the list of villainy deeds goes on. the thing is, none of it will be in your dreams. if only reality is as sweet.

makes me think though. i have to keep dreaming. it's one of the things that keep me sane alive.

if there's any consolation about all my dreaming/drama, it's that at the end of the day [or night], upon waking up, i have a big God who has my back. sweet dreams or not. plus, He so rocks He gives me reason to dream, believe and survive. [yes. i shall be a star soon.]:)

phooey

i have never seen titanic. the leo di caprio-kate winslet titanic. not once. not even a glimpse.

NEVERRRR.

that's because when i was in the sixth grade, i was a geek. i watched discovery channel and national geographic channel on a daily basis. i kept saying that i'd rather see the documnetary of what really happened with the titanic than watch it in a love story format. and i thought leo was gay. and celine dion's my heart will go on was too, well, cheesy. but i sing it anyway.

jack and rose are a bunch of phonies. they fell in love with each other because there were no other options. everyone else was just so bad. it had to be jack and rose.

and an iceberg was the perfect end to their relationship.

so what really happened to the titanic? the geeky side of me come to science to explain why a ship so well-planned and built would sink just like that. it was beyond science.

seven fatal words registered on my head: not even God can sink this ship. there you go, off into subzero, titanic. but i can't help but think of the innocent people there. yeah, even "jack" and "rose." it gives new meaning to the phrase God cannot be mocked. whatever God was thinking, He knows what He's doing. i wonder if the movie highlighted that.

i think i had better see it.

WEATHER you like it or yes.

the weather matches my mood. it's sunny then bleak then drizzling then humid. like a whirlwind of emotions, it surges to the highest point then drops down- kerplunk with glaring meanness.

i need to get away. and where i am running to is not my comfort zone. but i need to get there fast before it pours again.

it's a place where i have to take care of myself. where i have to pay my bills. where i just couldn't wear my heart on my sleeves. i think the place i'm headed for is called reality.

stupid weather.

shine, shine, shine

i was reading a british chick lit, not exactly what you'd call smart reading, but hey, it's not like i had better things to do. i was really amused by the lead character, she's a shopaholic [guess the book title] and she's so real. i do think i can be as ditzy as her often times. but not all ditzy-sounding and looking people are as bad as anyone thinks they are. hah! you'd be surprised to know that they actually have something in between their ears. and it's prettier than what you see. [ehem, ehem]

the author is a journalist and i have to hand it to her, she makes it sound as if writing is the best job in the world. journalists do have a knack for turning otherwise uninteresting tales into a winner. they almost always make a lame tale into a pulitzer tear-jerker. as if it's worth writing about. and they do get away with it. even if they have to exaggerate, they give typical, everyday life a human interest angle. right.

my feature writing teacher thinks i couldn't write. and for a while, i listened to her [that's the ditz in me talking]. i seriously think that i didn't have enough substance to meet her standards. and then i realized she had none. standards, i mean. i do believe she was bitter and she hated my class for some mundane reason. haha. poor blouse.

who knew i'd be writing for my first job and sidelining as tagapanatili ng kagandahan [you see, i make my own job title]. wait, i didn't get a degree in journalism for nothing. so let me tell you about my life.

[haha. like i have one.]

it had only been a week since my graduation when i got offered a writing-slash-PR-slash-food taster [haha] job. i didn't even sweat to look for a job. i go to work only when i feel like it and i wear fabulous ensembles from U2. when i'm not upholding beauty in the workplace, my friends and i meet for a margarita or coffee and dine in all these fancy places. i get to try different cuisines weekly. plus at work, we have free lunch and if we're lucky we get to sample the fine, culinary expertise of our resident chef. we do have that at work, you know.

but i wonder somehow if that's the kind of job i wanted to keep. i mean, i get to chat with the right people, get endorsements every now and then, do radio plugs and write press releases... it's too much really. i want to be something else. like a star. not an actress. a star. and it's Biblical too [okay that was taken out of context, scratch that].

i seriously want to be a celebrity but my non-showbiz parents think it's a waste of energy. but but but, i think i'll be good at it. no, i can't really act, i lost my thespian inclinations a long time ago. but who in philippine showbusiness can, right? nobody would notice.i was born for stardom. i mean, i'm so glam, i piss glitter!

i'm gearing up for celebrity status. i can't go on leading a normal life. i want sparkle. i want controversy. i want to give kris aquino a run for her money [or half of it]. normalcy is just so not me. really unbecoming. so watch out fame, xaris is so there.

[now, what did i say about journalists and exaggerating...?]

DISCLAIMER: journalism is a profession of accuracy and fact-checking. if i had a license, it would have been revoked... even before i got my degree. let REAL journalists live.

para kay bobby andrews

my close friend's boyfriend passed away today. the guy had been sick for a long time but is very positive about life. he loved my friend dearly. loved. as in past tense. how quick life is. and the sad part is that my friend wasn't with him when that happened. he was in pampanga, she in baguio. no goodbyes. no nothing.

i also want to die young. [hindi dahil suicidal ako or anything ah] i seriously want to go home up there and be with my Lord forevermore. but that's preempting His will diba, kaya chillax lang. seize the day for His glory.

kaya, bago mahuli ang lahat, magtatapat na ako.

remember TGIS days? *sigh* well, it had always been the highlight of my week, to see bobby andrews aka joaquin torres III or wacks and peachy making pa-cute and other teeny bopper stuff [sheesh. i was in the 5th grade. that was my idea of kilig]. i would even try to go to their set and watch the taping [which is really ridiculous because i live on the other side of the planet]. puh-thetique talaga. hehe. i'd collect his pictures pa and drool on articles written about him. i would even give my life to defend the glory of TGIS when the rival network came up with a teen show. i remember fighting with a classmate when she said rico yan was cuter [to which, i agree now].

when i realized mcgyver and i could not be together, i considered batman or shaider. and when it sank in that we have no future, i settled for bobby andrews. i loved bobby andrews. or wacks. [i was a confused kid, they could very well be the same person, duh.] i swore allegiance to the TGIS barkada which i believed would last forever. i promised to marry bobby andrews [i'm hardcore jologs like that]! fortunately, kids do grow up. and hey, it was good while it lasted.

looking back, i'm now, what the heck was i thinking??

buryong.

isang tulog na lang, AMORSOLO partay na! sinong mag-aakala na makalipas ang apat na taon, eh, going strong pa rin kami. naks. i never thought i would use "going strong" to refer to a, uh, multiple relationship (?). hehe. nainlab na sa section ang baklang ako. creepy. so yeah, everyone had better be there or cindy and i will attack real soon. boo.

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bat ang daming kantang naisusulat tungkol sa jeepney? basa...
-bumaba ako sa JEEPNEY
-miss miss sa loob ng JEEPNEY
-doon sa sakayan ng JEEP
-konti na lang at aandar nang aking JEEPNEY
-mga JEEPNEY mong nagliliparan
...at marami pang iba. siguro. tapos parang inlab lagi ang tema. siguro nga'y may mga tao na nakakatagpo ng pag-ibig sa mahiwagang sasakyan na ito na nagbuhat pa noong world war 2. eh bat ganon? jeep naman ako ng jeep, wala naman akong nakakatagpo. boo to the 100th power. mabuti pa ang taxi. isa lang ang pwede mong pagkainteresan. yung mamang taxi driver. at kung hindi ma-type-an, kiber lang, walang emotional investment. olats nga lang ang metro. kasi naman, welcome to the thirdworld. buti pa sa baguio, sulit magtaxi. mura na nga, honest pa yung mga driver. ultimong singkwenta sentimos, ibabalik sayo. tas tatawagin ka pang ma'am o kaya ading. sweet noh.

balik tayo sa jeep. ah, ano nga ba. ayun. kalokohan mag-jeep sa aurora blvd patungong quiapo. kasi may lrt na. hahaha. walang point yung sinabi ko, actually. kaya wala, tatapusin ko na ang usapan o kantahang jeepney.

[who to diss, who to diss]

oh. i was watching myx one late night looking forward to seeing the one music video that seems to be eluding me. so while waiting, i decided to check out other videos and not channel zap [because i love channel surfing]. actually i didn't watch the videos, i was reading the lyrics. and what lack of poetry and style one band, let's call it P-syet [silent T], had! lame is the best word for it. parang chopsuey na kung anu-anong cliche. and the melody was okay but then it's not exactly "original" because most of their songs sounded like it. i then found myself crying for the philippine music industry. that's exaggerated. but i was sad, really. buti na lang, hindi lahat ng artists katulad nila. boo. and i won't even mention that none of the band members are hot. diba, kung wala kang substance, daanin mo sa form. eh kaso, parehong wala. so boo, boo, boo.

be nice xai.

erm, i didn't get to see the one video i so wanted to see. grah.

wheeeee!

last night [or was it in the wee hours of morning], a full moon was up even when a storm was still brewing [or about to say goodbye; i never really cared much about the weather]. and so the tree branches outside my window were beating against the wind; a coconut tree on the left and a palawan cherry/balete tree on the right. imagine the swaying branches plus the howling wind plus a little drizzle illuminated by the moon in the background. it was a little creepy, much like a scene from a horror movie or michael jackson's thriller. i was waiting for the tenenenenenenen theme from twilight zone; it didn't come. and ohmigoodness, there were bats! i swear they were screeching and flying around without direction, perhaps bumping into tree trunks or something. for some reason, i smiled at the thought that batman is probably around the corner... seriously, last night was so creepy. but i wasn't freaked out or anything. i was actually a bit kilig. i couldn't go back to sleep and i reached for my phone. i had three messages. one was from my thesis partner who said they were praying for me. at 3am. surreal mehn. it's a nice feeling when people dear to you remember to pray for you. maybe that's why i couldn't sleep.

for some reason, just lying in bed watching the movements outside was really relaxing. i took the time to thank the Lord for all His blessings. and like i usually do, i make sumbong about all my frustrations and cry my heart out to Him. and then i sing and tell Him how mcuh i love him. and you know, the next day, i woke up wearing a smile and a certain glow that comes from within.

and what a great day i had. :) keeleg talaga.

to euclid

i see no future in us.

one, because you are you and i am me.

two, because we don't see things eye to eye.

three, because i am psychic and i am good at being one.

you are always near yet so far. it's the dumbest cliche i can think of, but it's the truest. i imagine you and me together and it had been perfect for a while. we held hands like two kids lost in unfamiliar territory. it was comforting to know that you were beside me. i'd get lost with you any time. i hope we never get found.

you have a beautiful mind. your thoughts are always delicious. you see things i wanted to see. you live out all my frustrations. you, above all, always make me smile. and when you smile back, it's enough reason to believe in fairytales and magic.

you are my only audience. with you, i can sing my heart [and lungs] out and even if i miss a note, you wouldn't mind. when you're around, i can be witty and i love the way you laugh or smirk or roll your eyes at my cornball jokes. your laugh is contagious. with you, i can love like there's no tomorrow; as if there's no such thing as pain... as if i won't ever hurt.

we're perfect for each other. you and i both think so but it's never going to happen. because i still have to wake up. because i still have to exist. because you and i are not real.

i love you even before i knew you existed. i love you. still and for always. i choose to love you despite the craziness of it. i choose to love you when you go bad. i choose to love you even in oblivion. when will we see each other again?

perhaps never. or when you start living in this lifetime.

boo-hoo

i miss encantadia.

i miss baguio.

boo-hoo.

ano bur, dibur?

I feel like a corporate brat. I never applied for a job and yet here I am, busily typing away at a work station. And this isn’t even my own. Last week, I used the CEO’s desk and personal computer. That felt so surreal. It was fun swiveling around in the nicest chair in the office, writing, or checking my mail every now and then or playing solitaire or free cell or Barbie. Then this week, I decided that playing CEO is too much and I transferred myself to another station. Fortunately, the person whose computer I am using is on leave and I have free access to her unit. Desk and all [and oh, her computer is DSL connected, yey me!].

I don’t have a schedule. I don’t even have a time card. My resume is not required [but I chose to submit one anyway]. I can leave the office any time. Come here anytime [but work ethics tells me that I should at least come early]. I revise my work only when they tell me to and that after so many days. I think this is freelance but I’m told to come to the office everyday. I like coming here because they have DSL. I’m cool with the set up.

What my job description is, I dun no. All I know is that I write and moonlight at events. And check my mail. And uphold beauty. And play solitaire. And pester my bosses every now and then.

At least I get to wear heels and feel mature- like a working girl. And I don’t have to don a uniform. Someday, I hope. Green is the new black diba? Hehe.

spell desperation

i seriously want to be a celebrity. as in really, really want to be one. for so many reasons, mundane and profound and crazy and sincere. i want to be seen on that blasted tv screen.

enter pinoy big brother. nyeh. i've always thought it was beneath me to go for it. i'm mayabang like that. i feel like i could do so much better than being kuya's clown. hehe. i'm too much of a drama queen anyway. i don't think i'd last a day. sooo... why am i suddenly noting down the audition schedules and why am i planning on a new image and what's the deal with me thinking of a tagline, duh diba? eto pa malala, i'm mapping out a plan to make pbb fit my life projections for the year. puh-thetique.

while nothing is concrete yet, this is my plan.

:: audition in baguio and project an urban chic/ukay freak coolness.
:: audition in manila and project an urban chic/ukay freak/conio/jologs coolness.
:: image: santa, mabait, humil, kenkoy, psychic.
:: talents: stand up comedy na ako lang nakakgets sa mga hirit ko pero tatawa sila kasi i'm super charming.
:: under the iceberg image: back stabber pero sweet kaya nilalaglag ko na sila, hindi pa nila alam.

tas dapat ako unang maeevict. no tears. all laughs. tas rakrakan kasi nakita na ako sa tv sa wakas.
yeahboi!

oh diba, pwede na. pero wait lang tikbalang, pano nako magaaply sa cnn nyan?

loving till it hurts and other musings by the byutipul me

hindi mo ako pinatulog kagabi. nakakainis ka.
pero mahal kita. dahil mahal kita.
nakatulog ka kaya? sana'y mahimbing.

thyet. cheesy to the nth level. nasasapian na naman ako ng kung anong epidemyng hindi ko mawari. whatever.

anyway highway,i'm super excited to go up the mountains again. balik baguio na ako. kaya buh-bye metro manila. to your icky smog. to your humid air. to your dirty pavement.

pero bat kapag nasa baguio ako, hinahanap-hanap kita? [insert manila, manila, i keep coming back to manila...yeahyeahyeah]

mga jeepney mong nagliliparan, mga katulad kong naggagandahan... grabeng personhood ito!

the XALAI'S guide to impeccable vocabulary.
humil- being mababa.
ex. "Ay how sweet. he's so humil. hindi siya mayabang!"
humbility- the act of being humil. also referred to as humbleness.
ex. "alam niyo kailangan niyo ng humbility para hindi kayo kinatatakutan."
assumptionist- a person assuming to much.
ex. "Masyado ka namang assumptionist, eh iba naman ang crush niya."
feeler- a person who thinks he or she feels it all.
ex. "Ang feeler mo naman. wala yang gusto sa iyo, noh."
feelership- the fellowship of feeler people.
prettyful- me
nocturnality- a nationality distinct to night persons.
may i- [ano ba? ewan]
ganacity- a term coined by a screaming fag named nash whcih means, gana.
ex. "Stop bothering me. You're distrupting my ganacity sa pagsusulat ng paper! vova!"
vova- a term yet again coined by the screaming fag mentioned above, meaning engot.

DISCLAIMER: i mean screaming fag in the nicest possible way. if i call you that, i like you. i'm not homophobic [sometimes] so it's not meant to be offensive.

waking up to palawan cherry blossoms

my room mates laugh at my "abnormally long hours of sleep." i really can't blame them because, duh, sleeping is a talent i am proud of. i can sleep anywhere, through anything. one time, i lay down on the grass while my groupmates are shooting and the next thing i knew, i was asleep. they had to wake me up and it's super embarassing. at ang kati kati ng damo. grah.

i can sleep the whole day [try an intensity 9 earthquake, i'd still be snoozing] and i choose sleep over anything. well, maybe except food or great talk. i do declare, i'm a rip van winkle incarnate. hehe.

because i sleep half of my life, i need to have a reason to wake up. and rare reasons are they. i like seeing the sun in the morning. the day doesn't start until sunrise. without the sun, i don't get up. so when a storm is up, it takes me effort and a strong will before getting up.

in my new room, my bed is near the window [yey! i have windows] and i see the palawan cherry blossoms outside. i like waking up to pinks, yellows, blues and greens that only a bright, sunshiney morning can bring. [hallmark ba ito?] but the cherry blossoms are now out of season, so yeah... blah.

i also need to smell brewed coffee. my lola is the ultimate caffeine addict and a day isn't complete without coffee. i take a lot after her. i love the smell of freshly brewed beans [especially the benguet kind i bring home]. she brews them, i wake up.

ponkan on christmas day also gets me up and about! it's the generic christmas smell in our house. i get a feeling that it will be a citrussy day when i smell ponkan, why waste it in bed?

oh. one reason for waking up even when i can sleep all day anyway is... the thought of seeing prospects or hearing fom them or whatever. yeah. boy crazy? fwede. it's way funner than dreaming about them. on most days, if you catcheth my driftage.

and i need to smile when i wake up. so if i get a rude awakening, i promise to get on your nerves for the rest of the day.

and the best reason for waking up is... Jesus. because He rocketh like whoa. and duh, tis the day that the Lord hath made, i will rejoice and be glad in it. [hurray for sunday school!]

wag niyo namang gasgasin

ang dami kong nababasang mga, itago na lang natin sa katawagang, "impormasyon", at nakakainis dahil sa palagay ko ay gasgas na gasgas na salitang gorgeous. kung gorgeous ka, hindi na kailangang nakakabit yun sa pangalan mo. masasabi n alang yan ng mga tao dahil, well, it's screaming obvious. kaya feeling ko, eh redundant na ikabit pa yun sa pangalan kung totoo man iyon. at kung kakabit man, hindi ikaw ang maglalagay. sila. you just got to own it, gurlfriend!

at isa pang nakakainis sa gasgas eh yung mga trite ekspresyon na ang pangit pangit naman pakinggan sa tenga na tila baga mga salitang inggles na pinagsamasama ng walang taste. example: most often than not. kung hindi mo napapansin ang mali dun, eh wag mo kong kausapin; malamang hindi tayo magkakaintindihan. mapapatawad ko pa ang mga sablay na preposition, pero naman, kung common expression tas sablay pa, eh iha, magtagalog ka na lang.

tas eto pa, alam niyo ba na ang mga kababaihan sa UPbaguio ay a) mabait, b)matalino, c) maganda. kung hindi man yan, eh, "there's more to than what meets the eye" [pag hindi niyo pa rin napuna ang mali, grah] o kaya naman napagkakamalng masungit pero friendly naman talaga. o kaya hindi maarte/maingay o mababaw.

teka lang, tikbalang, e sino bang may sabi na pag maarte e otomatically mababaw? o kaya pag maingay, ganon din? hindi ba nila alam ang kasabihang, ang ilog na tahimik ay malalim; ang ilog na maingay,may naglalaba. actually, wala naman akong point eh. ikaw, meron? share mo naman oh.

hindi na ako iinom ng cough syrup. tunay ngang hindi mabuti ang epekto nito sa mga taong walang ubo.

landing. . .

when you get your head up in the clouds, it's really difficult to land. so i'ma stay up here all day.

call me? hahaha.