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I Know What's Wrong

2011-04-24T03:51:00.001+08:00

I have so much to tell, but for the life of me I can't wrangle it out. Whenever I log in here all the words disappear. Maybe it's time for a new blog? Tabula rasa. Clean slate. After all, I've gone to so much effort in ditching the negative things in my life. I'll sleep on it. Maybe it will be different tomorrow.

Yada Yada Yada Blah Blah Blah

2011-04-20T08:12:00.000+08:00

I haven't forgotten. Well, maybe I have. Do we catch up, do we not? Either way, you probably don't care. Updating this blog was more of like avoiding a confrontation you know is going to be painful, you're just sure of it, but it has to be done; and after procrastinating so much and finally facing the confrontee you realize it's not really that painful. I don't know what to say, really. The

Engaged

2010-10-21T06:40:00.001+08:00

Pumbaa's Last Hurrah Up North

2010-10-11T18:35:00.000+08:00

Glorious sunset at Poro Point La Union. I will surely miss Wow Philippines. Watch out for the whole post at House of Onika. Yes, because I now understand interior design. My Salad. I really thought we're just having salad as it was mid-afternoon already. But what do I know. There was steak! Medium. Pumbaa checking in. Nice ceiling. The pool. But it's raining.

Unloading

2010-10-02T03:52:00.003+08:00

In the next few weeks I will be doing a major unloading of unused and hardly used stuff. Short of tipping over my room, I would need several garbage bags and boxes to sort out things. I had been living in this apartment for almost six years now, and you know how things just pile up when you have the illusion of permanency. The other night I was getting a change of clothes when I opened my closet

Confronting the Unavoidable

2010-10-01T03:54:00.001+08:00

First of all, I am raised Catholic. My family from my mother's side are staunch church-goers. When I was living in my mother's hometown, my grandmother would wake us up at three in the morning to say the rosary with her. On the months of May and October, we would recite the rosary every evening, without fail. I know the Apostle's Creed and other long prayers by heart, and I can explain to you

Well, Hey, Who's Six Today?

2010-09-30T03:31:00.000+08:00

I can't believe this blog is six years old today. Technically, six years and one day. But it's still September 29 in some parts of the world, so it still counts. Anyone who has read this thing from start to present (aside from me of course, but I doubt that such a person exists) would probably say I'm this crazy bitch who's always angry with the world. On the contrary, not at all. I am actually

The Bucket List, But More Like a Murtaugh

2010-09-30T00:52:00.001+08:00

There is someone in my life whom I've known for a very long time, but unfortunately the planets were never aligned perfectly for us to be doing what friends do--see each other. Through the years we've made up this sort of Bucket List that we'll do when we're finally on the same GPS coordinates. It ranges from crazy to just plain wrong. Off the top of my head, here's what we've come up with:

Maybe This is Why People Have Kids

2010-09-21T18:33:00.000+08:00

I spent the weekend at my sister's house, and come Monday morning I was lolling on the bed, not wanting to get up and leave the soft mattress. Joaquin was having his morning bottle beside me and making faces at me, while my sister was still sleeping. It was a lazy early morning. Suddenly my back itched, somewhere I couldn't reach. I was trying to contort myself into several positions to get to

I Guess We All Grow Up

2010-09-20T20:51:00.001+08:00

The wonders of Facebook never cease to amaze me. Has anyone ever noticed the proliferation of all sorts of reunions lately? Grade school, high school, college, ex-officemates--name it, I bet some sort of get-together and reminiscing had happened in the last year or so. Thank Mark Zuckerberg for bringing you all back together. Earlier today I had a Friend Request from someone I absolutely don't

It's the Hamster's Day Off Today

2010-09-19T18:15:00.000+08:00

I want to write something, since I swore I will regularly blog again even if there are days when it hurts, like now. Not heartsick hurt; more like the way it hurts when you try to extract water from cracked soil. There's nothing here. It's one of those days when I can't process anything, even the shallowness of showbiz talk shows and the seemingly life and death situations they're always in. I

Height of Delusion and Fantasy

2010-09-13T03:32:00.000+08:00

Lately I feel like I have been blindfolded for years and someone just took it off. Or at least had very bad eyesight and I didn't know it until someone forced me to wear eyeglasses. I'm all, well hey isn't the world a colorful place and everything's just in focus? But no, it's not really like that. It's more like seeing something in a whole new way, you know. When I was a kid (and this is a

Eyes Wide Shut

2010-09-10T19:01:00.002+08:00

My astigmatism has returned, it seems. After a couple of hours of staring at words my head would feel like I'm wearing a tiara. It would be fabulous, only this tiara is made up of 5 kilos of solid steel and has clamps that digs into my skull through my temples. I found my old eyeglasses from 5 years ago, but it wasn't fitted anymore for astigmatism. I don't want to spend a lot on eyeglasses

Tales from the Sunshine State, #1

2010-09-10T03:57:00.001+08:00

The Beverly Wilshire Hotel in Beverly Hills, where they shot Pretty Woman some 20 years ago. Julia Roberts was 19 then. We got here from walking through Rodeo Drive in the blistering sunshine. My friend brought me here as it was my last day in LA, and it was a tourist spot. Hell yeah it was a tourist spot. You couldn't go three steps without another person trying to get his picture taken in

Let's Start Over, Shall We?

2010-09-09T18:49:00.000+08:00

For all intents and purposes I shall treat this period of my life as a new year, i.e. fresh starts and a new lease on life. Exactly why, I cannot tell you. Yet. Because in the future we might get drunk together and I would feel mushy and decide drunkenly that you are worth sharing my feelings with and then I will inadvertently tell you about that part of my life, and then the next morning I would

Murder I Can't Write

2010-07-18T02:52:00.000+08:00

I cannot write fiction. I know I have an overactive imagination sometimes that entire telenovelas play out in my mind before the characters even actually meet, but I have trouble writing that imagination down, mainly because those telenovelas suck big time. Hence the term I used, "telenovela". Every time I attempt to write something not about my life and not true it just ends up being some

Dear John, Here's What I Really Wanted to Say

2010-07-07T01:08:00.002+08:00

I have never been a fan of those tragic love story movies that featured young and heartbroken protagonists. They're usually subjected to so much heartache and heavy life-changing decision that it almost borders on child abuse. I call it the Nicholas Sparks genre. I think it all started with A Walk to Remember starring Mandy Moore. I've never seen it and I don't intend to, ever. They say Mandy

The Itinerary Designed by Road Runner

2010-06-19T02:36:00.003+08:00

Written at Gate 12 of Honolulu Airport, 10:57am. The past week had been a frenzied flurry of activities for me. I have logged in more flying time in a week than some people do in a whole year, and believe me, while it was an adventure, it wasn't always fun. There were times I would slump over the toilet seat at the airport restrooms on layovers, too tired to even go number one. My body clock is

It Didn't Come with a Manual

2010-06-02T23:36:00.002+08:00

I always read instructions, whether for a complicated gadget or a lowly instant noodle packet, I make it a point to read the 1-2-3. I do this so I can't blame myself if the whole thing explodes or turn into a soggy mush. There is one thing, however, that I don't need instructions for, and yet I execute it perfectly every single time I do it. The instructions? Open mouth, insert foot. I've said a

Bada-bing

2010-05-26T17:18:00.001+08:00

Anong nilaro nyo sa Resorts World? Russian Roulette. Bada-bing. Yaya: pano po yan ate pagtanda nyo wala kayong kasama, wala kayong anak? Me: eh hindi naman lahat ng babae pangarap mag asawa at magkaanak. Madami na pwede gawin ang mga babae ngayon. Yaya: ay oo ate totoo yan, yung iba nagdadancer sa club. Bada-bing. Hi classmate! Kumusta ka na? Di ba dati blah blah blah (proceeds to tell

It's Time

2010-05-10T06:59:00.001+08:00

Wake up Philippines. Today is the best day to be heard. Today is the day when you can let the world know who you want to lead the country. You can finally stop taking your friends hostage at dinner so you can discuss the pros and cons of your candidate, or posting endless Tweets and Facebook shout outs about it. Finally, the day has come. I don't care who you're voting for, I am not and will

Claiming the Right to Change my Mind

2010-04-30T02:33:00.000+08:00

I never liked the rain. It makes me melancholic and sad and makes going around the city a big hassle for carless people like me. Rain makes cab drivers greedier than they already are, and won't take on passengers that will take them more than 5 minutes to drive. Water on dust makes mud, and that mud would eventually find my way into my clothes. I don't know how, but they somehow do. Sometimes, if

Pseudo Parenting

2010-04-27T03:09:00.000+08:00

Lately I have taken to hanging around my sister's house for days at a time, mainly because the heat is more bearable at their living room where I camp out when I'm there. In my own apartment it's a toss between an open-air sauna (if there is ever such a thing) and a brick oven. Sometimes I'm tempted to sprinkle quickmelt cheese on myself to see if I can be a baked good without tasting so salty

Updog

2010-03-09T00:44:00.002+08:00

Oscar Thoughts

2010-03-08T14:23:00.000+08:00

Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin I think is getting to George Clooney. Clooney is not smiling. Oh oh oh and they sprayed off the Avatar sprites. Up won for Best Animated Feature! Yay! Oh God. Miley Cyrus. Why does she sound like an 80 year old lady? I mean woman? And she's wearing a corset with a skirt. Robert Downey Jr. wears a blue bowtie! Presenting with Tina Fey. Why is Sarah Jessica Parker