Echo of a crime

I went to bed rather early last night because I've been lacking on sleep for the past nights. But I was awakened by the noise of what seemed to be multiple gunshots. My heart was pounding and my ears were throbbing. I was almost hyperventilating. Images of the Maguindanao massacre came into my mind. As the election draws nearer, the more frightened I get. I observed for a while, trying to keep calm. I was scared I was going to have a heart attack, I swear. I was trying hard to wake up and evaluate the sounds. I peeped outside the window, and fortunately saw some fireworks. I tried hard to remember the date, but I couldn't figure out what could be so special on January 8. It could be a wedding or a birthday celebration. Whatever it was, I was just thankful. I could only imagine how the people in Maguindanao feel when they hear those kinds of sounds. I could only hope they recover from the trauma.

Good times without Mo

A few friends have been talking about the radio show Good Times with Mo, and for the longest time, I've been trying to get a hold of it. But after years of listening to Chico and Delamar, I think I've outgrown radio talkies already. Until today. As I pop my iPod earphones to my ears this morning on the way to work, the battery drained, which left me with no other choice but to go FM on my cellphone. So I decided to listen to this Good Times with Mo show. It's quite ironic though because Mo's on birthday leave today.

Well, I don't know how the show is when Mo's around, but having only Grace Lee and Mojo Jojo in the show seems quite enough. Mojo can really be a bitch sometimes (which I love btw haha), but I think they have the perfect timpla. They're not too talkative as Chico and Del, they play good music, and they're makulit. I love how they okray each other.

How do I rate the show? I called them the first time I listened to them! Was able to talk off air to Mojo first. If I didn't know he's gay, I would probably have a crush on him. He has a very handsome voice. Heck, he's a dj, Angel. Stufid. So anyway, I enjoyed talking to them. I would probably listen to them again tomorrow. I just wish iPods come with FM radio!

Where does national pride take us?

All the hustle and bustle on Manny Pacquiao and the "national pride" he apparently brings the country gets me into thinking: What the hell is national pride and where does it take us? Pride is pride, which is a vice. It only makes our ego swell. Bad.

Howdy?

After a few months of mulling over getting a perm, I was finally able to do so. I didn't get the style I wanted but I love my new do nevertheless. I went to Korean stylist Simon Kim for a digital perm. It was actually a risk I had to take, as I've read a lot of bad feedback about him. So what made me go to him? Two things: one, he's cheap. Others charge between P 3500 and P 8000, while Simon had a promo price of P 1500. Two, he's Korean. So what if he is? I have absolutely no idea. Haha. Will post a pic soon.

Mrazing

A week ago, a friend asked me, "If you can see only one concert in your life, whose concert would it be?" I find it rather difficult to answer, considering it could make or break me. I wanted to say Amy Winehouse's, but that could lead my friend to believing that I'm a drug addict. "Angel, you have to think harder," I said to myself. I tried to recall everything that's on my iPod, and bingo! "Jason Mraz's!"

Photo credit: jasonmraz.com

I love the guy. Totally. He writes his songs, plays superb music, and is very attractive. He's smart and funny. Some may find him offensive, but to each his own.

Over the weekend, the friend asked me if I know Jason's bio. And god, I didn't! So yesterday, I took some time out to read about him. I learned that his family's from Czechoslovakia. And he's a vegetarian. I was also pleased to know that he's not gay. Although I don't see any problem if he is. He is hot!

Okay, my infatuation isn't all that shallow. I admire him because he loves life. He's human. He procrastinates once in a while, takes his photo in the mirror (with only his undies on and with a knife in one hand), admits to taking supplements, frets on small things. He's awesome! I promise to see him in this lifetime.

Why? When? How?

These questions keep ringing in my ear. Despite my very tight schedule, they still manage to make it into my mind, almost always simultaneously. This stage actually feels like deja vu. This has happened half a year ago, too.

I know I'm being very vague here. But then, everything's vague even to me. I'm always being reminded that "everything happens for a reason", and I'm supposed to stop asking questions. But then again, I was probably created by God to ask!

For as far as I can remember, friends come to me for answers. And it's just sad that I can't answer my own questions. I am totally fucked-up.

Thinking aloud.

I really hate going to school. I know this is crazy because I paid for the tuition fee with my hard earned money. But I'm really not happy with my decision of going to that school. :-(

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I have unbelievably large arms. So large they look like a man's. I'll be attending two weddings this month so I started looking for a dress this afternoon. I tried all kinds of necklines and straps, but none looked fab on me. How frustrating! Prominent clavicle, enormous feet, big arms. I swear, mukha akong bakla. Isn't that the worst insult a woman can get? What more if it came from herself?! So now I am online, trying to look for dresses that will hide the flaws. I'll probably end up like suman.

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I am beginning to love my job. After six years, I am finally not dragging myself to work. It must be because of the new tasks or because of choux-choux. Hehe.

Borlogs na again.

Waddup?!

A lot has happened since the last time I was here. Hmm. I have to go over them quickly as I still have work tomorrow.

My "debut" project was released after the Holy Week. Everyone congratulated me. I hope they meant well. I mean (how Manny Pacquiaoish), let's face it, they could mean something else.

We are officially in the middle of the second quarter, which means I need to work on the next issue of the newsletter again. Wow, time really flies!

The trip I mentioned will not push thru. At least for now. I was denied a visa, goddamit. The traumatic experience (read: mahabang pilaaaaaaaaaaa, it took us 3.5 hours) is telling me that it's not worth applying again anytime soon. Plus six thousand bucks isn't easy to cough up especially if there's the risk of seeing it down the drain. Again.

Work has been tough. And so school has to suffer. I had to miss classes due to work. I couldn't miss work just to attend the classes. Work is priority. Besides, the school is kinda overrated. Sorry, I just felt I had to say that. That's how I really feel. So, I might give it up. I'd probably enrol in UPOU instead. At least I could manage my time better, and it's a lot cheaper. And it's UP!

I had my braces six months ago (I hope it wasn't because of Betty La Fea). And the result is already visible. Very visible, in fact, that everybody notices it. I'm happy with it. :-)

I'm very sleepy now. Borlogs. Have to sleep na.

What every woman should have and know

Found this on another blog. She said she found it on a local newspaper a few months back. I know I've received this thru email maybe a few years back and I guess it's worthy of sharing it to every woman. Here goes...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
...one old love she can imagine going back to...and one who reminds her how far she has come
....enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own even if she never wants to or needs to.
....a youth she's content to leave behind.
...a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age.
...a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra.
...one friend who always makes her laugh ... and one who lets her cry.
....a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family.
....eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored.
...a feeling of control over her destiny...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
...how to fall in love without losing herself..
...how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship..
...when to try harder ... and when to walk away.
...that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.
...that her childhood may not have been perfect...but its over.
...what she would and wouldn't do for love or more.
...how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it.
....whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally.
...where to go ... be it to her best friend's kitchen table... or a charming inn in the woods... when her soul needs soothing.
...what she can and can't accomplish in a day... a month...and a year...

I am back.

Hopefully, for good. I started blogging a couple of years back, but somehow couldn't keep a single blog up. I've created (and deleted) quite a few for some reasons I wouldn't want to divulge. They're stupid enough not to be mentioned.

I hope I can keep this up. After all, I really love writing and reading. So, help me God.