what?!?

I can't believe it's freaking MARCH already.

Oh my.

i wish i had the moolah so i could buy...

Tickets to The Police Tour

HEAD Metallix 10

RAY-BAN Aviator RB3292

at the end of the day...

...all that matters is "love for the Org".

Yeyo.

mga mensahe para sa mga taong malapit nang stru-mike three sakin.

Ikaw. Pasalamat ka wala ako sa mood, kaya hindi kita papatulan. Instead, I'll afford you the courtesy and sensitivity that you don't seem to be capable of. Ika nga ni Boy Abunda, "Mag-usap tayo." Pero for your sake, I hope tumahimik ka for a moment at makinig. Kundi, baka makalimutan ko na may class ako at bumaba ako sa level mo. Sige ka...

Ikaw naman. Feeling ka. Masyadong mataas ang tingin mo sa sarili mo. Isa lang ang masasabi ko sayo, "Thanks but no thanks for your false concern." Kunwari ka pa, alam ko namang subconsciously, it's all still about you. Nakadapa na nga yung tao, ingungudngod mo pa. Kaw kaya ngudngod ko dyan.

At ikaw. Ayoko na. Period.

going against the grain.

I am a people-pleaser. Or at least I used to be. I used to think that the only way to get by in life was to make sure you got along with everybody, that everyone liked you, that you be and do what people would like you to be so as not to create conflict. Para mas madali ang buhay.

But it gets tiring. To be stifling your opinions because you know it may start a debate, to constantly fear rejection--to be walking on eggshells when you've got clumsy, size-8 feet :p
There's but a fine line separating being a people-pleaser and a pushover. That's what I'm trying hard not to breach.

I'm not saying that I won't care now about how people feel and think--insensitive is still different from assertive. I guess what I'm saying is, at this age (I'm old :p) I should be free to act and feel like I want to, because frankly enough, I feel like I've proven that I can be a good person, that I'm not totally evil when I do things that they don't agree to. This is just me saying that when I am upset or angry or frustrated, I won't say "It's ok"--you'll know it. And that I am not all the time the open-armed ate figure that most people see me as. That when I'm pissed off, I can do the silliest, stupidest things and I won't regret them later.

I like making people happy. I like hearing them laugh (sometimes at my expense), like taking their blues away. But I also like being happy, and sometimes my idea of happy may not be the same as others. My methods may not be what's usual and ideal--sometimes it happens upon someone else's expense.To each his (or her) own. Like my mom puts it, it's my method to the madness.

I'm human. I'm allowed my own personal highs and lows--and in so many ways. If this allows other people to judge me, then so be it. But there shouldn't be anything wrong when I am allowed my opinion of other people. Life is unfair (that, by the way, is an understatement). Let's just say that this is my way of making mine even.

growing up / getting old

Went to Liv's mom's wake for the second day in a row. While it was fun seeing old (yet still funny :P) faces, I couldn't help but wish that it didn't have to take a couple of funerals for us old girls to come around and keep in touch. I can't help but reminisce back in the day (which is like, about 10 years since high school) when my house was the place to be--whether it be a small drinking session, a huge bash, practice for school plays, cramming for group projects, etc. It's a little bit sad to think how we've all become so caught up in our own hectic, stressful lives that we only get to see each other and catch up once or twice a year--if we're lucky, that is. It's especially senti-inducing to realize how much I've missed these people--my girls, whom I've known all my life, and who are more like soul sisters to me than anything else.

In a way, we're all guilty of letting ourselves be swept away in the whirlwind that is adulthood, guilty of a crime called growing up (or getting old, whichever's more appropriate). However, it's such a flimsy excuse for slightly neglecting old bonds and kinships. While friendships may grow up, they don't necessarily have to grow apart (except for when they become toxic, and best friends become frenemies).

Despite the unsettling circumstances surrounding my mini-reunion with old friends, last night was the most fun I've had in a while. It was relatively simple--sharing stories, catching up, reminiscing about the old days, looking at pictures of new babies and kids, interrogating each other about lives and loves--but it was, to say the least, so fulfilling.

I am a very lucky girl to have access to many wonderful moments such as this night, and even luckier to have friends to create such moments with.

true love.

A friend's mom died yesterday, Valentine's Day, just a mere few weeks after her husband (her first and only love) passed away. It's a sad, sad thing especially for those who were left behind. But I'd like to think that there was something surreally good and hopeful about it.

Call me idealistic and perhaps, a tad too sappy and hungover with Valentine's fever. And although the coincidences are a bit too eerie--they both died of a heart attack on a Wednesday, at the same time (7:25 am and pm, respectively), and on Valentine's Day nonetheless--I can't help but find a sense of romanticism about it. And the fact that they died within weeks of each other--one can't help but feel sentimental. It just makes you wonder and maybe, believe in the power of true love.

Love, indeed, does conquer all.

*shakes head*

While it is fun to have someone around who can just switch their aura readers on and off on whim...delikado din minsan, especially when you're trying like hell to be super duper discreet. tsk-tsk...

Anj: Good morning.
Nonoy:Good morning. uyyyy...(smiles slyly)
Anj: O...bakit?
Nonoy(still smiling slyly): Para kang si Snow White ngayon a.
Anj(shakes head): Whatever, Sir.
Nonoy: He's older...
Anj:....
Nonoy: Oooh, taller. Much taller!
Anj:.....
Nonoy: Gwapo ah!
Anj (shakes head):....

Nonoy talaga o! tsk-tsk :p

spread the love :)

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, Y'ALL!!!

rage roll!!!

Wahahaha. Dax should've never told us about that text message Sir O sent out. Now thing's will never be the same--especially when it involves Sir Bulaong! Wahahahaha. RAGE ROLL!!!! RAGE ROLL!!! RAGE ROLL!!!

I still haven't recovered from last night's festivities, so I went to school in Zombie-mode today, really early, just to find out that my boss moved the meeting to 2 in the afternoon. AAAAAAGH! Buti na lang Gerard, Bing and Sir Nick were there--needless to say, it was a very interesting afternoon at the office. JUMANJI TIME!!! Ahahaha.

Sweldo na bukas. At UP Fair na next week. Double weeeee!!!!

Weeeee!!!!

Last night was a total success. Everyone was so impressed with how the exhibit turned out, and had so many ideas as to how to expand it's reach beyond Metro Manila (Traveling Museum, here we come!). I'm still psyched until now--I guess a lot of it has to do with seeing the fruits of your hard work not only come to life, but also be so much appreciated by your colleagues (I could only imagine how Gerard must feel).Weeee!!!!

My feet still hurt like quadruple hell, but it was sure worth it, running around in heels for last-minute details and preparations.The food was divine--I think everyone had about 3-4 trips each to the buffet table! There were lots of oohs and aahs over the superspecial artifacts and items, and lots of talk and laughter come cocktails. As always, photo-ops were mandatory, what with a National Artist, a former beauty queen, and a former First Lady present as guests of honor (Mabuhay ang GAY TRAIN, haha!).

The party ended pretty early (by twentysomething standards, that is), so we kids decided to head off to Blue Wave to grab a couple of drinks. By then, nobody expected that by the end of the night, non-drinkers would be converted (chug, chug, chug!), an RB Santos soundalike was gonna take the stage, Christian was gonna do an impromptu Edwin McCain, I would end up being palswith a couple of people I originally didn't like that much, and we were gonna do Gran Turismo 3, EDSA-style.

Look out for pics I will post--as soon as I grab from Jas and Dax-Dax. Or just check out their Multiply sites.
Weeee!!!

killing time...

Just killing time before I go to the National Museum for the exhibit launch. A little bit of butterflies (just a little bit--I mean, it's not even my exhibit no!) for everyone who's worked hard on it, especially Sir Lico, who says it's a longtime dream come true. I wonder, kelan kaya ako magkakron ng sarili kong exhibit? hehe.

Plugging lang:

BUILDING MODERNITY: 100 Years of Philippine Architecture

February 2007-May 2007

4th Floor, Museum of the Filipino People

National Museum Complex

Finance Road, Manila

close your windows. hek-hek.

It was an interesting afternoon in Arki today. It started out kinda flat and boring, with one unsuccessful meeting after another, unfinished papers, etc etc. Just your typical blah day at work.

Until we went and hung out the the fishball stand.

I won't go into detail (kawawa naman yung boys, haha) but let me just say one thing: with a colleague around who can see through you, read your aura and thoughts and talk to your angel, things will never, ever be boring :p

Lessons for today: Learn to forgive, let go, don't be careless...and always, always, close your windows.

HAHAHA.

it's not you, it's me.

People can be a tad too sensitive sometimes. The moment they catch you in a bad mood, not talking, sulking in a corner, or spending the entire day locked up in your room, they automatically jump to the conclusion that it's them that's causing you to act all weird.

To people like that, I wish to only say one thing: Umm...the world doesn't revolve around you, you know.

Sometimes, it's you. But sometimes it's' just us, weird, moody people. Sometimes we just need some space, some alone-time, need to just shut out the whole damn messy world that's messing with our already messy minds. Some mess, huh?

So sometimes when you see us like that, just do what everyone in their right mind would do--just ignore us.

It's all we want, and it's all we need. If it wasn't so, don't you worry, you're sure to know--we'll laugh like lunatics, cry like babies, run around screaming like chickens with their heads cut off, throw stuff, howl at the moon, etc. etc.

So just please spare us, cut us some slack, and just plain ignore us. Don't automatically think that it's about you. Because more than anything, it's about us.