tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59228952012-01-02T02:05:07.662+08:00...inside my head. you might like it here, too. it's smelly.Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.comBlogger2721100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-76846365310097718662009-03-24T22:49:00.005+08:002009-03-24T22:53:46.277+08:00

How do you say no to a promo like this?Marketing done very wrong...or very right? What do you think?(spotted inside Cash & Carry mall in Makati City)

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-3195924123031709682009-03-06T09:34:00.003+08:002009-03-06T11:30:14.287+08:00

Zack Snyder, less popular faces and Leonard Cohen do a great comic book movie make. Watchmen, which has been on the radar since the peso could buy something, proves that fanboy leanings can be wisely channeled to make an excellent acclaimed-book-to-film adaptation memorable to even non-fans. Producers take note: Not all directors who worship the original material are predestined to make overblown

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-28192424785689401502008-06-30T11:31:00.000+08:002008-06-30T12:14:29.127+08:00

when "oh this looks an episode on fear factor" popped into my head, i knew my brain was kicking in. Still, it was not until it issued the imperative "Danger. Let it go" when i finally released my hold on my handbag.i would like to say i was tenacious, a fighter, but the hindsight that i could have died, as well as the throbbing of some wounds and bruises, would say i was being stupid. i hope my

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-91128986338012568262008-05-14T00:06:00.000+08:002008-05-14T00:09:56.983+08:00

lookit lookit! ain't it charming?can't wait for this one, too! argh!

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-79139762166233192712008-05-13T10:04:00.000+08:002008-05-14T00:05:20.539+08:00

...i just met a girl named speechless.har har.what do most people have against someone who chooses to be upbeat and encouraging? or is it "maturity" they want to project?i am constantly puzzled by people. do they want a monopoly on optimism or something? do their spirits shy away from energy stronger than theirs? i don't see that as a problem because this. is. not. a. contest.what do most people

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-61065711562453495542008-05-12T22:10:00.000+08:002008-05-14T00:11:15.944+08:00

Now this is a comeback. After all the trouble with booze, drugs and (was there?) a drunk driving charge, former heir to the serious-actor-slash-matinee-idol throne Robert Downey Jr. shows he still has what it takes to wow audiences. This may even be his blockbuster-est movie yet. What could've been a hokey let's-turn-over-a-new-leaf story was more believable from across Downey's eyes (the same

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-61809748667829595092008-05-07T20:01:00.004+08:002008-05-07T20:42:40.451+08:00

so happy and proud that this particular company opted to do something different in terms of promoting itself :) enjoy the video to see what i'm talking about:Overloaded! Greenwich Pizza Mob, Gimmick 1 "Store Stare"

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-11005763536560425902008-04-28T20:03:00.000+08:002008-05-02T12:04:26.832+08:00

now that harry potter is over...*geek mode on*thanks, pi, for the book lend. i haven't inhaled a book this quickly since His Dark Materials. and i have to say i am addicted. oh what a wonderful saturday it is to spend the whole day with a book. haven't done that in ages and what a reward it is.the book is twilight by stephanie meyer, and i won't be surprised if i'm the last one to be on to it.

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-48446699694056525472008-04-08T20:09:00.000+08:002008-05-14T00:03:53.001+08:00

take a look at the Google ads in your sidebar. these web SEO people are getting a liiiittle bit Orwellian...the ad headlines on my sidebar today are:Why Death is not the End of Spiritual KnowledgeGod's Love for you in the BibleChakra Healing EnergyDon't date him girl!

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-21982561800249068702008-04-07T13:54:00.000+08:002008-04-07T13:56:17.525+08:00

i've been thinking about the concept of support lately, and about relationships, about trust, responsibility, and letting live.this whole idea of "living and letting live" isn't all it's cracked up to be because, after a while, people forget the second part of the phrase.sure, sure. this is a world that rewards those who know how to look out for number one. it's a struggle. and it's a struggle

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-3433722006225611592008-02-26T01:34:00.003+08:002008-02-26T01:56:08.939+08:00

i made a decision some time ago to streamline my friends, to determinedly lose touch with those who don't really contribute any meaning to my life. there's no hatred in anger in my heart for them. it's just that as i get older and face up to real and real-er things, i don't have that much energy, time and affection for those whose lives clearly revolve around things i will never get, or they

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-2404641799148835352008-02-14T20:57:00.000+08:002008-02-19T22:00:19.065+08:00

Post 10 things that recently made you happy, then tag 10 other people and spread the looooooove (thanks, nix!)...my answers in no particular order:1. via TV report, seeing old couples in Cavite kiss simultaneously2. that all-white cat with orange-tipped ears that's roaming our street3. my nice new eyebrows, Ester (that's how she spells it), my favorite pedicurista apparently also threads eyebrows

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-46940395658512459692008-02-14T19:02:00.000+08:002008-02-19T22:03:35.709+08:00

you know that space in between two big laughs? all tingly and pregnant (pun intended) with expectation? that's how watching Juno feels like.Ellen Page plays her like someone you know, and you can't help but root for her. whoever wrote the character must have really liked someone back in the day.Juno, Juno, Juno...the movie's so adorable, it's like a new puppy. somebody get me the soundtrack for

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-4491865267921662672008-02-06T17:37:00.000+08:002008-02-19T21:57:31.069+08:00

well, this is really just about the Starbucks Planner.late last year, i gave away all the promo cards the coffee shop gives me. the planner was pretty but i could no longer afford to buy coffee so i can collect enough stickers and claim it. Starbucks also stopped giving out coupons, so you know, i said i'd just give my stickers to people who are collecting them. this week, somebody gave me an

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-11799808585651058122008-02-04T15:54:00.000+08:002008-02-19T21:56:10.530+08:00

...is the day I reserve for listening to Aqua, The Pointer Sisters, Donna Summer, Bonnie Tyler, Devo and Irene Cara. Why, oh why was I so sure Aqua was bad? Now i'm eating my words and singing along. Although I still reserve a profound hatred for Barbie Girl ;-) wake up wake up, it's monday!

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-1338891496202355112008-02-03T10:57:00.000+08:002008-02-03T10:58:22.824+08:00

*when i'm a forty-year-old woman with 10 dogs for companions, i hope none of my friends think it sad.*from high school til college, i was SURE i was going to be journalist. i'm still barely grazing the field.*yesterday, our belly dancing teacher told the class to try and go for the energy of my hip-twist-drop. i didn't tell her it just looked good because i have big hips ;-)*my sister is going to

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-68178471331816110992008-01-28T10:06:00.000+08:002008-01-28T10:08:24.125+08:00

(Warning: Do not read if you are in the mood to enjoy this movie in all its mushiness)It's been one of the most puzzling things I've had to contend with in my adult life, to the point that it's become an ironic sort of pleasure: When it comes to movies, why do men squeal with utmost glee over the most improbable action stunts, schemes and scenes, yet cower when faced with often unoriginal yet

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-14367251658133745642008-01-24T10:04:00.000+08:002008-01-28T10:06:08.992+08:00

trumping heath ledger news: my inner anthropologist is sadder about thisthanks, mefites, for the alert.

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-86062505124180648572008-01-22T10:03:00.000+08:002008-01-28T10:04:05.880+08:00

After the unintentional horror that was The Corpse Bride (sorry, walked out on it), I'm glad to see that Burton is back in top form. The trademark blue-grays, pale faces and dark eyes, and the blood! Ooh preeetty!... His take on Sweeney Todd is entertaining, but strangely not enough (but still muuuuch better than TCB).Acting was A-plus, with Burton's old reliables Johnny Depp and wife Helena

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-88195792034278669542008-01-21T10:02:00.000+08:002008-01-28T10:02:55.390+08:00

because Cookie asked and i have WWIII erupting in my bowels so i can't sleep yet...The Top 11 Performers I Would Pay Top Peso to See, starting with the very obvious:11. Ron Perlman - for spoken word or story-telling. i fantasize an intimate evening where Ron's vodka-and-cigar baritone drowns out all my sorrows. i wouldn't know whether to close my eyes and let the voice wash over me, or just stare

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-69001077487549620422008-01-20T10:01:00.000+08:002008-01-28T10:01:53.828+08:00

upon hearing about the led zep reunion concert, which some very lucky people like vernon go got to see in december last year, here was what mefite user melissa may had to say:"NO.Look, I'm sorry. I listened to "Stairway to Heaven" in my junior high creative writing class like everyone else. I was traumatized by Robert Plant singing adult contemporary music in a Tom Wolfe suit in my later youth,

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-83480887089320924862008-01-18T09:54:00.000+08:002008-01-28T09:59:17.315+08:00

can. not. waaaiiit. for September 2008.wasn't that a nice shot of Hellboy, slo-mo in the rain and raising his gun? oh ron! you rock.

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Soupy? SOUPY? a precious YouTube export from the Emerald Isle (one episode of Soupy Norman):lately, i've been addicted to reading strippers' blogs. some very saucy ladies give me some perspective: i really like this onehonestoptimisticsomewhat fed upmatter-of-factthe other night i had another zombie dream. this was the first time i Really did not want to go back to sleep after forcing myself to

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-82238410641404332572007-11-25T11:30:00.000+08:002007-12-01T11:32:31.147+08:00

...for getting me hooked on Neil Gaiman. As a wet-behind-the-ears froshie (redundant ba yon?) in 1996, i learned that literature could surpass "great" and truly, truly expand one's world when wanggo dropped a copy of Brief Lives on my lap and told me to read it. and i did in one night. there's no way to describe that first encounter but it was like eating chocolate for the first time, or waking

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-19536998829053613762007-09-16T22:44:00.000+08:002007-09-16T22:48:08.594+08:00

this was one of the songs in my college soundtrack and now it's part of my sappy "...Love, Pig" playlist.. i find it incredible how i rediscover it now when it means something different, something prettier, in honor of which i finally decided on the tattoo design i want: a turtle with a pattern of stars on its back. my friend aldwin says tattoos should be meaningful, and this will mean so much...

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-147740648786934002007-09-16T22:42:00.000+08:002007-09-16T23:07:54.375+08:00

here's a riot of a post from craigslist...and yes, man, mine are alright ;-)from the best of craigslistto everything our mommas gave us!

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i would like to offer a virtual sacrifice to the gods of random occurences. all this moping has earned me a reputation among newer friends (and maybe some old ones, too). many of them assume that after work, i can be found walking around looking for someone to do or something to talk to. and they would be right. one day, N and C called me while i was in the self-help aisle of powerbooks browsing

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These days, admitting to liking Rent seems to have the same effect as admitting you own Michael Bolton albums. And, yes, I am guilty on both counts. In 2nd year college, my friend Joy played her Rent album for me during a sleepover. I remember being so intrigued by "Light My Candle" and listening to her giggle excitedly about Alexi Darling's fakeness (is that a word?) and Maureen's "Over the Moon

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-63316706668228257382007-06-24T05:03:00.000+08:002007-06-24T20:14:27.419+08:00

these are the dramatic, potentially hurtful things that you do when you have self-liberating realizations and lack sleep...this morning (make that yesterday morning), i just woke up and the first clear thought in my head was "oh my god, i do not love him like that anymore." it's true what they say. it does make you feel free =) i feel good. i know i still care and wish him all the best in his

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-11913721532956452462007-05-06T12:42:00.000+08:002007-05-06T12:51:20.595+08:00

because i think i am writing a good post and i'm currently stalling... You're Turkey!You have a good deal of history behind you, both good and bad, but through it all, you've become a leader among your friends.  You have an uncanny ability to make friends with people who hate each other, though sometimes you just hate them instead.  Surprisingly fickle, you keep a good balance in your life

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-34828174004757607292007-05-05T12:07:00.000+08:002007-05-05T12:09:43.451+08:00

You're One Hundred Years of Solitude!by Gabriel Garcia MarquezLonely and struggling, you've been around for a very long time.Conflict has filled most of your life and torn apart nearly everyone you know. Yet thereis something majestic and even epic about your presence in the world. You love life allthe more for having seen its decimation. After all, it takes a village.Take the Book Quizat the

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-37404138924001031882007-05-01T14:18:00.000+08:002007-05-01T14:20:08.684+08:00

i turn 28 in a few days, and what would i like for my birthday?at this point, nothing sounds more appealing than to hie off to a place where nobody knows me. say, live in greece for a few months, work in a bar or something and just letting me be me. goodness, i sound like a teenager. at least i know it, though.sadly, i cannot afford a plane ticket to greece, but i really need to go somewhere and

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-28293096711308245662007-04-22T01:00:00.000+08:002007-04-22T01:11:01.558+08:00

you know why banana splits are so awesome? it's a combination of sweet fresh fruit, several ice cream flavors, gooey fudge, and a lot of good stuff in between. i make this analogy now, especially after last week's deadly dave-house combo, because i have seen yet another merger of all my favorite things in the world.led zeppelin's whole lotta love. bo bice at big music festival. onstage with boyd

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-47787741645166484202007-04-18T23:30:00.000+08:002007-04-18T23:35:42.109+08:00

too bad i had to hear about her when she went missing. earlier today, they found the buried body of Julia Campbell, 40 year-old peace corps volunteer to the philippines who, at the age of 38, turned her back on the corporate rat race in america to devote her time to something bigger. thanks for showing us it can be done :)

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-52638991093288853452007-04-15T15:12:00.000+08:002007-04-15T15:17:09.182+08:00

House's delicious Hugh Laurie making music with Dear Dave. Episode aired in the US on March 6. Oh Season 3, where art thou? i can't wait for my head to explode!

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-4412586492804625642007-04-14T02:14:00.000+08:002007-04-14T02:17:30.696+08:00

one of my soulmates, Louie says it best: "kapag naririnig ko yun, parang kinakausap ako ni god". it was yet again one of those soulful conversations that i enjoy so much, and have aplenty when she's around. weird, rambling talks that stray (or evolve?) from the topic of men to that of the path towards complete and utter spiritual freedom. i found it funny, too, when she said it like that, knowing

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-7672133509072129142007-04-11T18:19:00.000+08:002007-04-11T18:24:40.417+08:00

Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™thanks, djong!

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-9367059699260614302007-03-24T23:12:00.000+08:002007-03-24T23:27:37.401+08:00

Day2, Philippine Fashion Week, Rockwell Tent - I found myself backstage ogling half-naked male models (some female models, too), interviewing designers, and pulling both designer and model for speedy photo shots for some articles...times like these...aaah, life!this one male model was particularly devilish, with a weird little buntot-like braid that stuck out from his nape. i was happy enough to

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-38738528613748780532007-03-22T10:15:00.000+08:002007-03-22T10:21:50.430+08:00

Dancer?Once again, 15 slots of partial to full scholarship is waiting to be awarded to successful applicants. Dancing Wounded – Contemporary Dance Commune unlocks again this summer The 2nd Tao Of The Contemporary Dancer - a launchpad for solo/duo dance. This program brings together in one platform four dance/body disciplines: classical ballet and yoga combined with 2 other paths in dancing –

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...but i am definitely not complaining.there's something about 300 that immediately grabs you, right from the first frame. i think it's that the movie really suspends disbelief, making it easy for the audience to just get lost in what they're watching. i've always believed that this is what the best movies are supposed to do.sure, gerard butler bellows his way through most of the movie. sure, 300

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-37309077475485206282007-02-04T02:02:00.000+08:002007-02-04T02:16:35.124+08:00

it's saturday/sunday, and it's the first time i can say that i've truly had an awesome week. from last saturday up to the time i'm writing this, my days have been filled with friends i didn't know i have, fascinating and warm conversations, beautiful songs and films and books, fulfilling work, and fattening food.i am so blessed to have all these and all them around me. it's good to have your

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today, i heard this on one of those night-time advice programs on AM radio:ANNOUNCER: "Diyos ko! Ano ba yang matinong lalaki na yan, kina-career yung officemate eh may asawa na siya at kabubuntis lang?"Say,what?**************Meanwhile, I'm catching the American Idol 2007 auditions and I envy these kids who are so young and are so gung-ho about their dream. I want to feel like that, too, but I

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-1168413563977066722007-01-10T15:15:00.000+08:002007-01-10T15:19:24.006+08:00

breaking my seductive style monotony to bring you this piece of good news:somebody's making a movie about marla ruzicka. i really hope they do her life justice. for those who don't know her, i blogged about her a little more than a year ago here's the link.happy new year, everyone! here's to making this year more about love =)

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-1165081840349661422006-12-03T01:49:00.000+08:002006-12-03T01:50:40.423+08:00

thanks, djong!

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-1164720843773673162006-11-28T21:24:00.000+08:002006-11-28T21:34:16.826+08:00

maybe it's because my brain is hopped up on odd mixes of coffee, tea, chocolate and fiber...or it could be sarah's thought project fooling my brain that it has something substantial to say...whatever it is, i'm a little disconcerted these days.eh, what's new?kidding aside, it's a little sad how updates about each other's lives are made online these days. i remember when the telephone actually had

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-1163605488163954482006-11-15T23:41:00.000+08:002006-11-15T23:46:15.550+08:00

yesterday morning, an officemate i don't even regularly share lunch with told me she had a dream about me. i was pregnant.she is pregnant herself so i'm sure she knows what she's talking about. it's comforting to know that, at least in someone's dreams, i became a mommy.**************in other news, opened my multiply home recently. it'll have the same content as this one, only more pictures, and

Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05724243258495932447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922895.post-1163179389314005962006-11-11T01:21:00.000+08:002006-11-11T01:30:24.853+08:00

Right now, there are 600 things running at breakneck speed through my head.--I want to eat a big, bad burger, grilled, with plenty of cheese (grated, cheese sauce, and sliced), onions, tomatoes, lettuce, ketchup, garlic bits and mustard. As in right now.--My throat is telling me to move out of the house, ASAP. I've noticed that whenever I'm home, it really hurts like hell. I think it's a reaction

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here...http://www.adrereamellal.net/main-non.htm

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in honor of my favorite saint, st. francis of assisi, whose feast day we celebrated last october 4, let me point you to this site. it's also one of the links on my sidebar.adopt one if you have the love and space to spare. i wish i had the space =)

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The average pencil is seven inches long, with just a half-inch eraser - in case you thought optimism was dead. ~Robert Braultit is, perhaps, a little ironic that i'm working on a positive, heartwarming article on the same day i have to pay my gym a gunk of money just so i can leave it this week.and better yet, i need that money for my upcoming beach trip.if i pay the gym next week, my money

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random thoughts under the influence of six vodka drinks...just came from a gay bar tonight. there's something so fun about just dancing like a fool and not worrying about any (straight) mean rudely checking you out. i love it. i think the gay bar could be my less expensive spa.i see babies these days and i want to weep. sigh. such is the autonomy of my own body and it's reproductive signals. i

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came from another coverage again today, and, yet again, it was held at the araneta coliseum. in less than three months alone at Job Now, i've talked to more celebrities than all my other jobs combined.today, i had to cover a concert of ABS-CBN stars. it was free because they were also shooting the ending of Bituing Walang Ningning (sineserye on dos) live. great goodwill ploy, though :)and whilst

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at around this time and this date last year, in the haze of three bottles of cerveza negra, i asked myself something and made a decision.it's not december 31, but it's sure starting to feel like new year. one effing year since i felt i was watching an alternate universe version of myself, for a crazy month, and finding some likable things about that alternate self. i can still smile about that.

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for being such a nutty conservationist. the tv-watching world will miss your big-kid antics.my dad raised us to love animals. and i'm lucky i can say we've been able to take care of a deer, native turtles, an owl, hawk, bat, native wildcat, python, grass snakes, iguana, goat, crow, ducks, fishes, chickens, dogs, cats, hamsters, etc. so all i really find apt to say is--and by this i echo a

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http://www.vanityfair.com/features/photoessay/slideshows/060724fephsl?slide=1&playing=false&loops=2

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for the past few weeks, the weather has been annoyingly unpredictable: peak-of-summer sunny radiance in the morning, then sad, gray rains in the afternoon. i'd have much rather preferred real rain, with big, fat droplets that apologize for nothing, than this shy, slothful pouring.this morning, the day being the droopy kind described earlier, i was rushing to catch a cab to work (like i usually do

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don't you think it's funny how female broadcast journalists (especially the more premier ones) dress so glamorously? i'm not begrudging them their right to look fabulous (especially since they worked so hard to get where they are). it's just that, in a poor country, like mine, i like my "trusted" reporters looking like they care more about getting the news to me than the finish of their manicure.

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i think i just may become a lesbian. look at this video and listen to that sexy, sexy voice. wow. super high-class skank. sayawan na!this song turns me on. i love you, brittany murphy.take that isagani cruz!

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yesterday, i told my friend "now you know that you do really love him, hold on to him for life. what you got is worth all of that."especially now that he's still promising to be there for her despite my friend doing the absolute worst to him. and i thought i was bad. don't let him go, i say. seven years, wow.and i wondered, though, if i'm giving Her advice or giving myself advice. but that's that

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it's 3am and i catch my friend, clovy, online. when she asks me what the hell i'm still doing, up at this hour, i say i have no idea.behind me, by the trash can and along my dad's multiple stacks of paper ephemera, i hear the shuffling of one little mouse. he's a regular mouse in this part of the house. he's small, but brave enough to run even on the desk where the keyboard is placed.thankfully,

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on the way to work, the last song I heard was "Keep On Loving You" (REO Speedwagon? Styx?), and I thought, "Hee hee. Awesome way to start work".it's a nice, fancy job i think i have now. most of the time, i go home wasted because i write and think all day. i really hope to become one of the best.earlier today, i was asked to revise a script which i worked on for a whole day. client wanted

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it's nothing but time and a face that you lose. i chose to feel it and you couldn't choose. i'll write you a postcard. i'll send you the news from the house down the road, from real love.-you're ex-lover is dead (stars)being forgiven, truly forgiven, is the greatest thing. especially when you can tell with your gut.i think that offenders truly see the error of their ways when they feel they are

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rockstar supernova bet:http://rockstar.msn.com/rockers2/tobysecond bet:http://rockstar.msn.com/rockers2/magni

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disclaimer: what i so clumsily alluded to in my last post regarding a spicy love life is actually about a male friend. i met someone who made His life a little cuddlier. quite pleased for him =D**************after work today, i asked to be picked up at ye olde greenbelt, after buying batteries and blank microcasettes for a coverage tomorrow. my mom was coming along because the car (and the driver

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been incredibly busy these past few months and i'm loving it. my only gripe is this ugly feeling in my lungs that never let up, and I don't even smoke. sigh.to the death...tried a martial arts class last week called Yaw Yan or "Sayaw ng Kamatayan". Sort of like muay thai. they tried to stretch my legs like taffy. ouch. i'll be back when i'm feeling healthier.peepolykuslush was kind enough to

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i had barely enough time to tell my boss, tell her boss, turn over tasks, shoot a goodbye email to everyone and scoot before the comp was even properly shut down...and i'm off to another job. something a little closer to what i intended to do right after college. it's such a roundabout route that i'm taking, and i'm already 27 years old. i really wonder if i'm doing this career prospecting the

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too tired, sleepy and in a definite rush to the bathroom, i will try to make this as coherent as possible.i've been looking forward to going to the beach again for months. and though i didn't get to use the little funky rashguard, i did have an awesome time. made new friends, got a tan, saw a couple of half-naked good-looking straight men and ate really good food. what more can anyone ask for, eh

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There are people you’d like to know for a long time because they make great friends, lovers or companions, or because, at the very least, they always offer unique opinions. Whatever it is, they make your life so much richer, and you are thankful they are part of yours. So you treat them with love, respect and accept with joy what they offer you.And then you find out sooner or later that they only

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it's no secret that i wear my heart on my sleeve. so, yeah, music has the immense power to make or break my day. most of the time, really good songs place my heart somewhere in the middle, and i want to take a long walk where there are paved streets and falling leaves, ipod (if i had one) in tow.would just like to share some recently discovered gems:* Dry Your Eyes (Streets) - sometimes, hokey

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Philippine Jazz Festival, by the bay, February 2006i remember the somewhat harried togetherness, random gifts, constant texts and the most bizarre emails...one of my most cherished friends is in another country right now. giving it a shot for all its worth. and i was just moved to write this because i truly, truly admire her. even though she hates the word "truly".i call her my opportunity maker,

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My birthday season has passed, and in my now 27 years of living, one thing stands out. I want to write.Make that, I will write some more.For the past few years, work, my social life and my search for identity have used up my energy. I used to be able to write with incredible gumption and panache, summon words like Raistlin summons incantations.It’s only now that I realize how I let myself go by

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warning: this is a self-absorbed postwhile answering this online quiz. i was surprised i didn't think twice about my answer to question #5 -- If you could pick your body type, it would be... i picked the last option -- your current bod, you love it the way it is. i don't want to be hourglass and carry too much "front matter", nor be toned and athletic. it's funny to realize that, much as i

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Heading back to the office after my lunch break, I saw a dead cockroach on the steps of the ayala-makati underpass.You'll see them littering the streets anywhere in this country. But this one wasn't squished or even slightly mangled. It was lying on its side and just, well, dead. And beside it were some dried leaves with a thick layer of dust.I felt cold and a little sad. In a way you reserve for

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listen, i've been thinking, and...ideas are filthy things.not (just) because you better have them original, or because they can be stolen.it's more so because they are transferrable.the rare occasion that you do get one brilliant gem of an idea, you want to let the world know and believe its audacity.and when one, just one person, finally does, it renders your "bright" idea disposable.and you

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in between refusing to take coffee and soda, receiving a copy of the Avenue Q soundtrack, getting into surfing, my first bikini wax (because i thought i was going to the beach), trying yoga and making new friends...i find that i am becoming alright.i haven't cried or even teared up in almost a month now. i am sad about that but slightly relieved. i still care about him but it's his life that he's

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World Pyrolympics, Macapagal Avenue, January 2006Me and my amazing race teammate at Casita de Viman, Makati City, December 2005The Ronquillo Christmas handa, December 2005Langgam!!!, Balai sa Laiya, Batangas, November 2005Enjoying some alone time, Balai Sa Laiya, Batangas, November 2005Inquirer's team at the 2003 Ad CongressMy Inquirer marketing family celebrating our "major win" in the Christmas

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hey, did i hear that right? taylor baby did a ray lamontagne song last wednesday? trust him to do a song by someone i really like When I Could't Watch It.ngars.

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i am not a flyer.but i am more so not a "sleeper-aloner". suffice to say, i had some fun on the trip but it was no vacation. i had a job to do and that was what i focused on. i think i got what was needed.not to say that i am not grateful for the chance. i'm just a cowardly dingbat who's scared of failing as much as the next gal. and then there's other stuff, too...the real post-mortem

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wow, two posts in one day, this one must be really important...please pray that i have safe flights. going to HK and China on assignment. and y'all know how i luuuuurve flying...corny ako eh. i'm not the best catholic/christian but i feel better knowing i have people praying for me =D thank you!here i go...

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was lucky enough to see four movies this month, the last three in as many days =D.casanova vs. capote:truth be told, and as much as i love phillip seymour hoffman, i felt that his performance in the movie wasn't mind-blowing. my guess is that his was just the best among this year' crop, thus the oscar trophy.but the script was good, though. it was interesting to see how the author went about

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(another malabo post brought to you by the lack of proper hydration)sometimes i wonder what it is, really, that matters in friendships and other kinds of relationships...i'd like to think i'm a nice girl. sometimes, a little boring and traditional. the one time i try to be "existential", my life went spiralling out of control and i lost something precious. i like some edgy things but i'm

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for my younger sister's bday, we all hied off to Tagaytay, without a scheduled agenda--a major first for the ronquillo family. we had a picnic, went to the zoo (residence inn) and looked for the palengke. good times =Djust sharing some photos:Baaaa!Look, this cow has five legs.she/he was about 7 feet or something.these, ducks and chickens were just roaming around the zoo complex.my dad has always

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i've been in a slump again the past few, but today was contriving with the trees and my neighbors to make me feel better. sad things have been occupying my thoughts again and the world doesn't seem to want me to feel unhealthy.before i leave for work, i usually see this baby boy being taken on his morning walk. and we always wave goodbye to each other. today, he waved at me ForEver (meaning he

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People have been asking why there’s a part of me that’s for Proclamation 1017.The truth is, I don’t agree with all the intimidation of media bit, especially having worked in a distinguished newspaper before. But see, a government does what it feels it has to. Yes, I do consider that Dear Glory was most likely power-grabbing, but she did it.Okay, now, so what do we do? Nobody seems to like

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it's awesome, i think, when people share their dreams. no, i don't mean the let's-bond-and-talk-about-what-we-want-in-life session.i mean, when people have similar dreams and decide to work together instead of (oh so subtly) competing with one another on landing or initiating the hottest gig.what i find even more awesome is the utter selflessness of the one who pulled everyone together. i mean

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the most embarrassing songs to admit you've cried to:1. she's having my baby - andy williams2. miles away - the zombies?what a silly, silly twit. okay, you can laugh now.

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Your Celebrity Style Twin is Gwen StefaniTrendsetting, unique, and stylish.Who's Your Celebrity Style Twin?You are White ChocolateYou have a strong feminine side with a good bit of innocence thrown in.Whether your girlish ways are an act or not, men like to take care of you.You are an understated beauty, and your power is often underestimated!What Kind of Chocolate Are You?

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I don't get many things right the first timeIn fact, I am told that a lotNow I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and fallsBrought me hereAnd where was I before the dayThat I first saw your lovely face?Now I see it everydayAnd I knowThat I amI amI amThe luckiestWhat if I'd been born fifty years before youIn a house on a street where you lived?Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your

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There are, for me, two major reasons to watch The Simpsons: 1.)Hank Azaria on voice duty; and 2.)Homer.Number 2 is my favorite reason. Mainly because the man is in shambles without Marge. I can't blame him, though. Marge is hot, what with the fitting tube dress and swanky pearls around her neck... And that husky voice. Lucky man, that Homer. He can make me cry and restore my faith in romance,

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In between chatting and biting into frozen-cold Cadbury's, I am waiting for the Pacqiao-Morales bout to start.And in between the never-ending commercial breaks, I hear Pacquiao singing "Para sa 'yo ang laban na 'to..." very, very badly. And i can't help but want to hug the guy. He's so earnest when he does it. He feels it in his heart and is, as of this writing, weeping in the wings as he waits

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it feels like a decade since my last entry...exercise, they say, makes your muscles stronger and improves your energy level, self-esteem and abilities.i haven't written anything in a while and i need to flex my writing muscles (if they haven't atrophied yet).i've been thinking about exercise a lot these past few days. if the heart is a muscle, does it need all the exercise it can get? and if it

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in december 2004, i determined that 2005 was to be my year of emancipation. little did i know that the emancipation could go a little overboard... a ha ha ha...i got away from a job that washed out my color. i distanced myself from too much worrying about my family's financial woes (i couldn't solve it all by myself anyway). and i resolved to be separated from negative thoughts and fears. i think

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I want to dig a deep dark tunnel, under highways and crossing certain Oceans. I will dig all the way to a Secret Place, knock on Somebody's window and leave this note: "Meet me in the center of the square tonight".In the middle of this strange city (odd for me), he will come when the snow is falling, in a long winter coat and puffing a cigar. He will stop fifteen paces away from me and I will ask

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things just won't do without you...i cannot be without you...matter of fact.i'm on your back.**************this is the first time in my life that i can actually say i have the blues. the holiday ones in particular. knowing what a sappy twat i really am, i've been avoiding the kind of parties and events that tend to turn maudlin. really, i just might bawl to Pasko Na Sinta Ko. really. that won't

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It's been a long time since I did this.Last night, I went to the mall to go Christmas gift-shopping. At about 9pm, I went to have dinner.Cafe Bola in Greenbelt 3 was packed. I was about to sit down on one of the group tables but the waiter set up a small round table with its own orange chair, all for my lonesome. I ordered my favorite mobile heart attack, the penne in chorizo-parmesan cream, for

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Free from your pastFree of your future tooThere's nothing left to rise above but you.Show me your ocean redKiss the tears that stain my neckDrug me with visions untrue. But I own a photographYou lay there naked on your backSafe in a stone house by the sea.There's nothing true and nothing's realBut I remember one clear feeling, warm beneath your gentle company.When I lay dying upon some bed, I

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some pick pics (uuy, feeling copywriter...). most of these photos remind me of the little, fun things more than the place itself, so there. i'm not a very place-centric adventurer =Dthere are no pictures of me on the surfboard because, well, i was UNDER it, mostly :Dthere's something wrong with pats and zane...could it be too much too soon?requisite self-indulgence...a somewhat blurry shot of the

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(the first insallment)Nov. 26-30 - it was a great three-day weekend. i found something i'd like to learn more about and take seriously (despite really pathetic attempts). despite the many parts of myself wanting to be in manila for personal reasons, i don't regret braving a midnight 4-hour bus ride and big waves (this from a non-swimmer). i'm slowly running out of money because of these jaunts

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Saturday, pats, ems, louie, omar epps and i went to anonas (sorry pats, yes, we'll sked 168 soon). tsong, goombye baguio.there was a time when baguio was the only okay ukay (corny pun!) place, and the stuff you find in Manila are mostly just second hand clothes picked without any semblance of taste. though there was aling daddy-whats-her-name-again? in Tondo who also had awesome stock...anyhoo,

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Today, Dec. 1, 2005I went to your houseWalked up the stairsI opened your door without ringing the bellI walked down the hallInto your roomWhere I could smell youAnd I shouldn't be here, without permissionI shouldn't be hereWould you forgive me loveIf I danced in your showerWould you forgive me loveIf I laid in your bedWould you forgive me loveIf I stay all afternoonI took off my clothesPut on

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