tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92024622014-10-07T13:13:33.913+08:00My attention span is less than 60 seconds. I used to have a habit of sneaking into my very, very hectic reading schedule some blog-writing moments. Blazers and coats aside, I fantasize about backpacking my way all over the world as a Lonely Planet writer/producer, and maybe meet a witty person along the way. And yes, I could be a flighty, decentered person but I know where the center of gravity is. I hope you do toobreakfastpersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497084176553017210noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202462.post-26484620233000558582013-11-25T21:59:00.002+08:002013-11-25T21:59:55.950+08:00

I am so excited. Bought my tickets for my trip to Chiangmai, Thailand. It comes with a layover in Singapore for one day. That would be fun. I haven't been out for a long time, since the time I was cooped up in law school and until I started slaving for my own money as fledgling lawyer. It's an eight day itinerary from Manila to Singapore to Chinagmai to Bangkok and back to Manila. Hopefully I

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I used to be a thirteen year old girl who contented herself with furtive glances thrown at you. You were oblivious of me. Even now we're grown ups, you can’t remember whether we shared a class or not. When we grew up and stayed connected, we never really shared anything except the food served on the dinner table and the friends we shared them with. To me you always had a beautiful quiet face

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For my friend Nori who cries to Regina Spektor: another song to inspire "herstories." *wink* *wink* Five o' clock and a fire escape symphony Spilling out across the road and the square And the sky's the same as your own, do you think of me? Do the parks and trees and the leaves reach you there? After the rain, in the lonely hours he haunts me... Calling out, again, and again... Sophia, Sophia

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You mouth the cursory goodbye, get into your car, and start it’s engine. I look through the iron railings of the gate, about to give my own farewell (something I am not fond of giving away to anyone) when I hold it back. Instead, I quietly turn my back to the road and begin inching towards the house. I feel relieved that the day finally ended. I am grateful you seem to have developed an

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I'm suddenly afraid of Oprah.Back at the apartment, I watch her at Studio 23, after the David Letterman Show was pulled out, because she is the only interesting person on television at midnight (except Jang Geum of the Jewel in the Palace fame). Nevermind that my roommate's highbrow ex-boyfriend said she was the spokesperson of American housewives. She is after all a household name. Duh. I

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I'm having a break from my serious readings (will hopefully finish the civil code in 2 weeks, well, dream on!) as well as from an afternoon marred by a "spat." I really should be in a bad mood. In fact, I really should be in a bad state. But I discovered lately, despite all this misfortunes (I shrug), that I'm born to smile my way to the world. I'm wearing a stupid smile on my face now.See, a

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When on the beach try to wear your nut-huggers.About three weeks ago my friend Nori and I were at this nice surf resort. As with other surf resorts, you either surf or stay out of the water (since the water's not for swimming). The beach was nevertheless fantastic. I've been to better beaches but this one had a long shoreline and was deserted in July. The waves were even strong enough to create

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One of the things I miss living away from the city is good radio playing good local Pinoy music. When I hauled my things from there, I brought my cds home with me. Missing local music and making do with internet radio (which is not the same thing as having to hear funny disc jocks and even funnier commercial ads), I rummaged through my collection and to my dismay (and I don't know why) I felt

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by Elizabeth BishopThe art of losing isn't hard to master;so many things seem filled with the intentto be lost that their loss is no disaster,Lose something every day. Accept the flusterof lost door keys, the hour badly spent.The art of losing isn't hard to master.Then practice losing farther, losing faster:places, and names, and where it was you meantto travel. None of these will bring

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Last night was a disaster.I wasn’t keen on travelling back to Manila (at this point in time) but I agreed to, albeit reluctantly.I have: no business in Manila since the petition’s still not moving; been fixing mah room ready for review; have grand time lazying around at home after 10 years of city-living; a nasty cough. I just didn’t feel like doing it.Moral ascendancy though is still effective

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She's just amazing, this Tori Amos girl.Airplanes, take you away againAre you flying above where we liveThen I look up, a glare in my eyesAre you having regrets about last night?I’m not but,I like rivers that rush inSo then I dove inIs there trouble aheadFor you the acrobatI won’t push you unless you have a netYou say the wordYou know I will find youOr if you need some time, I don’t mindI don’t

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I have the craziest dreams when I sneak off some shut-eye while studying for exams. I shouldn't be sleeping at all but my vision gets hazy after a while.

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You Are an EspressoAt your best, you are: straight shooting, ambitious, and energeticAt your worst, you are: anxious and high strungYou drink coffee when: anytime you're not sleepingYour caffeine addiction level: highWhat Kind of Coffee Are You?Your Hippie Chick Name Is:IrisHippie Chick Name GeneratorYour Passion is YellowYou're a total sexual shape shifter.You possess a complex sex drive and are

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Your Feet When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them. Your waist and your breasts, the doubled purple of your nipples, the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away, your wide fruit mouth, your red tresses, my little tower. But I love your feet only because

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varsi_13.jpg Originally uploaded by Dex Cruz. Dex (2nd row, second from left) came home from NY and we had dinner with him at Burgoo's Morato a couple of weeks ago. We spent the whole night reminiscing the old days at the Varsi, where we worked, as writers and artists, but mostly goofed around a lot, except those times when Ian (fourth from left) was trying to have us beat the

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Uncertain and unsure, like how tummies are in the morning (and one doesn't know exactly what was in the breakfast that actually had the stomach churning crazily). Funny how one simple gesture can actually erase such vagueness. People need to be reassured once in a while. Of what? Of many things gray, of course. The most upfront asks. Sometimes though, there are things that should not be spoken or

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I'm always warning my brother not to power trip; not to incline towards or obsess about power. It just doesn't run in the family. We're simpletons. Me? I do not want power but I want to be empowered so I can make a difference (despite my seeming disenchantment and disillusionment about so many things). Among other things, I beg to disagree with my high school English teacher, Mrs. Ines, who once

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December seems to be the busiest time of the year (and I'm not even talking about Christmas here). It's only the 2nd most important month for me though. Anyway, I will be home for my dad's big event next week. ***Risked the Super Typhoon just to have coffee with Joms, Dennis and Chad last night. Need a dose of them to keep me grounded and laughing (as usual). Of course we did exploit the free

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The key to a smooth, happy life is not to expect much, or better yet, not to expect anything at all - something I'm not inclined to do most of the time. My brother says I'm a control-freak and I freak out whenever things don't turn out the way I want them to. Well, maybe I hammer people a bit; it's because it should be quality over quantity ALWAYS. And when we do not exert effort to achieve a

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resolution:I'm wishing my new-found "There are no lousy professors, only lousy students" slogan will help me get through five months of school. not a sign-reader, but:Before officially starting school, I heard mass at Santissimo Rosario. Perhaps I wasn't only asking for blessing, I was hopelessly seeking for a go-signal from heaven (for what, I'm confused too). Law school taught me to pray

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This is the ultimate vacation spot: Amanpulo, Palawan.I've been to Palawan, Club Paradise specifically, and the beach there was stunning but never been to Amanpulo. Francisco Mañosa, I learned in an interview, was commissioned to design the resort. Would love to go to Amanpulo in the future if I can afford it. Hahaha. I'd be the happiest beach frog then, really. I was daydreaming about beaches.

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I heard about the heated argument in class which allegedly ended up with somebody saying that “P500 is hard to come by in the province,” or something to that effect.A couple of guys in class were allegedly betting on the results of the UAAP Basketball Championship but couldn’t agree as to the bet amount, whether it was for P200 or P500. An argument ensued. It turned ugly, and in an ultimate

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I didn’t want to broach the subject of his going away because I didn’t want him to see I have anything but a smile on my face. Besides, an hour before dinner, I told myself I was going to have a fabulous night out with two of my favorite guys in the world: one was throwing a post-birthday party in Greenbelt and whom I love so much because he is such a great, great, dear friend, and the other…I

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I think I'm ready to go home now.Finished six films in two days, not including the two movies I saw in the cinema. I love movie marathons.Last night too, I had dinner with Dennis and Joemar (two of my favorite people in the whole world) at Krokodile's in Greenbelt. It was an ejoyable night, we were out until past midnight.

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