Justification

In my further attempt to self-improvement, I bought this:

My 8-MP Kodak Digicam. And to answer your question, yes! It has to be pink to match my Podie and V3x. ;)

I wanna try something about photography this time. Check out my scrap below:

So, is my splurge now justified? Haha! :D

Anyways, I'm giving my blog a new look. How'd ya like it? I would so love to hear from you. But why not express it by hugging? Click on below:

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Mah Crib

I hate people milling about in my room and gasping at the variety of items one’s eye can feast on inside it. You’re already aware of how my room’s always a clutter due to the assortment of things and different collections I have. Even worse, Kuya Jeff once called it “basurahan” referring to one of my pics in friendster.

I’m not bragging on how beautiful my collections are but they’re every common lady’s cherished possessions. Things that will make you look again when you see them in a department store or any boutique. The only difference though is that they’re not pleasantly displayed in my room.

When I say people, I don’t mean everyone at all. My closest friends would be welcome but not even close relatives. Take Gee Ann for example, my cousin of about 7 was prohibited from entering it. Why?

Because she’s such a young girl for her to give in to the sin of coveting these grown-up items. I can still remember when her family was still residing in our apartment behind our house, she would follow me in my room after arriving from the church on a Sunday afternoon because that’s the only way for her to catch the room open. And I would hurry up to my room so she can’t catch up and lock it until she knocks the door and knocks but I won’t open. (I’m a bad cousin ayt? Oops this is still covered by the shut babies and kids thing mentioned here.) Expectedly, she would give a power wail until everybody pities her and I’m officially considered a villain. Still I won’t open it. I’ll change clothes quickly and come out reasoning the room’s already closed. Finished! :D

Allow me to elaborate: I’m not the bad guy here. I’m actually doing it for a good cause. You see, when I was young (oh I’m really not comfortable talking about it here) but I was sort of deprived of things that I want. The word’s not overrated considering the fact that my dad has an average income as a seafarer and I’m the only daughter. I used to envy those young girls being pampered by their moms of girly items, toys and all. (I already mentioned how tight mama is when it comes to money.) And considering Gee Ann’s case, I don’t want her to feel that she’s lacking anything because truthfully though our case is exactly opposite when it comes to father’ income, she’s having anything she wants because there’s Tita Precy providing for her. I don’t want her to grow up like me justifying my spending for some stupid reason that I was “deprived”. (My eyes all pink now.)

Anyway, I’m supposed to rant not emote. Pardon for being sidetracked again with some of my drama queen scripts. Now back to my room. What I’m saying is that only a person with a heart and passion like me can really go through the “hardships” of cleaning it. Mind you, a day is not enough to fully clean it. For a week now, we hired a helper. (I don’t dare call her housemaid because that’s so demeaning.) Hand on heart, I truly appreciate these persons and everyone that has joined the household was not treated indifferently. They can attest to that. So I’ve been observing her work and I can see that she has an “eye” for organizing things which I’m really thankful for ‘coz otherwise I might redo the piling after she cleansed them.

Tuesday night, I came home shellshocked with what I saw. My room was cleaned, stuffed toys all gathered, accessories in their place, bed clear of clothes and shoes in their respective boxes. I was just slightly happy because first of all Mama didn’t ask permission first to do that. She knows I’m just a ring away. 2nd of all, I ran through my items just to check for anything that’s probably missing. (Hey, I have the right. She’s just fresh from start.) I looked through each corners wondering in the assortment of each I can really discover something’s missing. Then aha! One of my plaques is missing.

It was late when I arrived and almost everybody’s asleep but I still went to Mom’s room to know what happened to my Intel plaque. Each and everyone in the household knows how on situation like this, I turn diva on them. (My bad, I know) But I was considerate. I can’t blame her right now. And so, out of suppressed emotions; I’m thinking that she presented herself to clean my room just so she can itemize all the things and take pleasure upon seeing them. It’s my sort of revenge towards her and I’ll never ever bring her near my room again. EVER!

Watch This

Why?

Because I Said So! :)

Great Start

Is there a better way to start your week than hear someone serenading you on a Monday morning? :)

Only there’s a slight glitch though, not in person. Haha!

Ladies and gents, I would like to introduce to you my friend Kuya Choi. He sent the video below SOLELY to me in my Friendster account. ;) (If you’re a regular reader of my blog you may remember I mentioned him here and yes I’m guilty of checking my Friendster account in the office every morning, haha!) Anyways, like what I’m always saying to my other friends I’m really grateful to have known him before he forgets me when he’s already famous. Come on, just listen to him. Doesn’t he sound like Jay Durias of Southborder? Actually, he's more than that. You’ve got to hear him in person though and you'll instantly fall in love with his voice. :D There’s no doubt he’ll make it BIG someday. In fact I can already imagine myself feeling his songs infront of his gig in one of the hippest bar in town. As in! :) But is it kosher to say here that I also imagine myself joining his band? Haha!! :D Anyways, more of his versions:

Everybody now, awwwww..

Miss ya Kuya Choi. Thanks for this exclusive video. Lookin' forward to our next jammin'.

Guys, watch out for our next video (ala MYMP)..haha! :D

I Stand Corrected

Yesterday, I got down the jeepney without paying my fare. My mind was gripped onto something so when I heard the driver’s innuendo upon stepping down, I realized my negligence, approached the driver and paid my due.

It’s not that late to correct my mistake.

That something was about the current situation inside PBB’s house. In every conflict, there are two principles that I always uphold: (1) There are always two sides to every story and that (2) there’s always a good in every person.

With Wendy vs. Gee/Bea’s issue, I would like to take on Mickey’s side. Neutral. And I’m not putting my money anymore on Wendy as I got dismayed by her actions. (Poor Bruce, you totally sacrificed your family for someone who’s so unworthy.) But I’m not telling that she’s a totally bad person. The only reason in my POV why she’s really disappointed and hurt somehow with what happened is that she’s quite expecting the two to be more on the girls’ side. (Remember how she voted for the boys when all girls were chosen in the previous nomination?) And maybe it’s true that she poured her heart out so much to Gee Ann and tried so hard to reach her. I mean, come on, with her history, that’s the only thing she can rely on, friendship and other intangible things.

When it comes to money it’s already given that she wants the prize and claims that she’s being true about it. But being true doesn’t mean nagging, bullying and throwing her weight around (not to mention bad-mouthing one’s character) when you’re mad. Being a woman, I know how it is when we’re hurt. It’s true that “hell has no fury like a woman scorned.” But Wendy has already reached her limit. Some people appreciate her being frank and forthright (which they claim are the criteria for winning) but what about values? What about control? I think our culture values consideration, politeness and tact much more than basic honesty.

But then again there’s a very fine line between being polite and insincerity which I myself am not an authority to babble about. All I know is that I can relate to both Gee and Wendy. And that only God knows the heart’s desires and motives.

It’s really interesting to analyze human’s complex behavior. I wish Joy’s here. She’s the best when it comes to these things being a BS Psycho graduate. But I can’t relate to her much the details in chat. :(

I’m ending this post by going back to my third sentence. It’s not yet late to correct our mistakes and make amends with the people we hurt. I hope both parties get to bury the hatchet and carry on with their lives. Whoever said this would be easy?

In Memory of Casper

May has been a busy yet blissful month for me. It could’ve been perfect except for the death of our Lab Casper. And so as not to spoil the happy posts here, I decided to make an entry a month later. The hypothesized death due to the scorching temperature was proven after followed by the demise of our neighbor’s Lab as well as Timmy’s pitbull. My golly, what has happened to our ozone layer?

Casper, you will always be special to me. You know how I favor little “portable” dogs over big breeds because they’re so lovable but you proved me wrong. With your meekness and gentleness, you taught me that size and fluffiness doesn’t matter. =)

we'll see each other in Paradise ;)

Isn't She Adorable?

Presenting…………….BUTCHIK!!

In her ngusong-baboy make face:

Watch her play:

See her cry…waaaaaaaaaahh..haha!!!

And during my last visit, my oh my! She’s so hyperactive. Really makulit. Running very fast in Tita Millet’s house; turning on and off the electric fan and acting as a guard in the door opening and closing while I do my Eat-Bulaga thing with her, hehe. The smile on a child’s face like her is really priceless. :)

Ok. Butchik is not my niece or any relative as you may expect. She’s my and Joy’s adopted child. Haha. Kiddin’. She’s Ate Sally’s (a friend in Laguna) youngest. I find her quite special because she’s opened up my heart again to loving babies. :P

You see, I shunned myself from babies for too long because of two harrowing experiences. One was with my niece through my cousin. Every Sunday I used to carry Erica and play with her in our church. I also sometimes visit her in their house, not really that near to ours. But Saturday church activity makes me visit her once in a while. There was this one time when I had to leave but she still wants to play with me. She wailed and wailed but of course I still had to leave and I was also crying while walking on the streets outside because I pity her. I thought she doesn’t have any playmates as fun as I am which was silly because she has an older brother and sister. What was I thinking? And then the next thing I remember, she started addressing me as Mama. And as soon as I heard that, I looked in my cousin’s wife. She doesn’t have to say anything else. The feeling of hurt is all there in her eyes. I felt a prickle of shame because though I didn’t mean for it I know I’m starting to cross the line of just being an aunt. I mean, I wouldn’t want for it to happen if I became a mother of my own (which I honestly can’t visualize as of now). So after that incident, I tried to avoid Erica during Sundays in the church, family gatherings and all. My treatment to her was never the same. Even with her youngest sister Amor, I didn’t pour much my heart out as what I did to her sister.

The other experience is mine for the keeping, hehe. But the latter one made me hate kids because SHE made me feel I’m not good enough in dealing with them. I even banned myself from bonding with my 3-yr old cousin Gee Ann who lives in our apartment behind our house. :( The effect was that disastrous. Well, I’m just glad I finally got over that feeling. Time really is a good healer. Anyways,

God, please give me a man who can give me a baby as cute as her. =)

Back2Back Oldies

Whenever I hear a familiar song in the radio and found out I haven't sung it yet in the videoke, it's like Eureka! for me. So when I heard these two oldies last Friday, I got all agitated and hurried home to sing it. Nothing can stop my way, hehe. True enough, I had 3 sessions this weekend with these as warm-up songs. I found out that their lyrics are great too! :)







They're now considered my favorites. Debbie Gibson, where have you been hiding all my videoke-session life? ;)

ala Sophie Kinsella - Need Your Help

OK. Don’t panic. It’s just a matter of thinking laterally. It’s all about socializing and having fun: a cocktail party with the SOCIALITES for the launch of our new phones Ultra II. WOW!! You very well know how I love these events. Or maybe someday I’ll get sick and tired of them. But anyways, we were briefed last Wednesday night about the set-up of the program. I listened intently to Ma’am Fe trying to show a business-like expression as she explains how the party will go about but it’s no good, I can feel my lips twitching slightly with frisson of delight. I just can’t stop smiling about it. I’ve been floating all along ever since I heard it.

But at the same time I was scared. You know why? Tables will be arranged in a line of 24 with 2 queues facing each other. AND, our seating arrangement is yet to be given next week. That means, we, the Samsung folks will be distributed along with the socialites and we will never know who we will be hobnobbing with. Take that! I mean, what if it’s Lucy Torres or Ino Sotto? What am I going to say? Gosh!

It could’ve been perfect if we were just grouped in a circular table, right? Ok. I would like to clear this. I don’t love these events just because it will give me a chance to mingle with the higher people of the society. Mind you, that’s the least of my concerns. It’s just quite fun to actually see them in person and surreptitiously glance on their luxurious items. (Last time Phoemela Barranda was holding a silver papillon LV and that’s what I first noticed in her, haha!) There will be a fashion show. I love seeing those perfect figures and clothes! Plus, I will be given the chance to flash myself in a fashionable outfit. Yay! Ok. So the term quite fun I said earlier seems a wee underrated. The word that actually springs to my mind is, FANTABULOUS! :)

So here I am in my room. Laid in my bed is a clutter of my dresses that I’m toying for the event. And now that I mentioned it, I wonder ever since when was my bed clear of my clothes? Like almost never! Anyways, I can make no mistake about it this time. The very fact that Ma’am Fe is a bit rattled also for the event means something. I mean, her, being used already to these kinds of events. In fact I saw her in one of the Preview mags. All the more I must prepare.

Cocktail. Goodness! I don’t even know what a cocktail dress looks like until I Googled it yesterday. It brought me to a Wikipedia definition of the drink itself and God! I remembered Ma’am Fe reminding us on the drinks that will be served. Once upon a time, the thought of liquor would have sent me in panic. But it's ok now, remember Davao? Ha-di-ha! Back to the dress, sure enough I have lots of dresses but I just sort of categorized them into two: Sunday outfits and party-type. I’ve made up my mind that for this event, I will wear something that screams “safe and fashionable” and just observe first what everybody’s wearing. Next event will be my turn to experiment.

So, I funneled down my choices into these and compared them with what I saw on the web. Guys, need your help to decide on this matter. Please, please click on comments below and vote for your choice.

Option 1: My 1st choice. (See, I still can use it. ;)

Option 2: My LBD (fahsionista's term for "Little Black Dress"). It is a well-known "rule of fashion" that every woman should own a simple, elegant black dress that can be dressed up or down depending on the occasion.

Option 3: Another black. This one is slightly used.

Option 4: Put on my Becky Bloomwood mode and go SHOPPING!!!! Weee...=)

I'll appreciate your comments guys. You still have 'til Monday so I can check in the afternoon and get ready for the accessories during the holiday. Meanwhile, my weekend will be busy for beautifying. ;) Thanks. Mwah!

Out Here On My Own

3 months..

I wonder how I will survive that long without my sis, my twin, my bessy, my other half.. :(

Last Sunday we accompanied her to the airport. She landed a job in a Singaporean company, stay there for training and eventually head a recruitment branch here in the Philippines. I’m proud of her. :)

Our last day together was spent doing some religious activity in the morning, strolling SM Sta. Rosa @ lunch, playing Dance Revo @ Quantum in the afternoon (that was fun!), packing up her things and videoke in the evening.

Yes, videoke back in Laguna will never be the same without her. *sigh*

And if I may segue, I was quite surprised I was able to reach the high notes of that song above last Sunday night. But it seems to me the greatest challenge was to sing this song without crying:

i'll miss you gurl, take care

One Sunday Affair

On her: White Ruffled dress, Plains & Prints; White Stiletto, Charles & Keith; White Leather Bag, Guess; Bracelet type Watch, Guess Timepieces; Dangling Pearl Earrings, Hand-me-down from mom

So this affair is supposed to be for green taffeta dress but won’t you just look at that? So fab! :D (Or must I say glamorous? People just keep on asking me to pursue a modeling career and some oh, I'm all embarassed now, mistook me for some celebrity. *flushes*) Going back, for sure there will be other events for me to wear that, and it’s still an investment nonetheless! A wide smile plasters on my face as I read the caption. Ok, ok. I know I’m forgetting something just like those in the magazines as you may notice, the price right? But please, spare me with that. I’m already utterly pleased with how the caption went. ;) (except for the earrings though, I wish they were antique :D)

Anyway, as I stepped out of the car some pseudo-paparazzi took shots of me:

So I realized, I had to pull-off a nice pose,

I really think I look skinny in here

I'm so impressed with my ensemble that later that night, and because I'm such a cam whore also:

-EOS-