Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Hindi ko kinaya.

Beb and I were having our usual conversation in the car when this literally silenced me. Just when you thought highbrow irony is reserved for the rich and educated, the common man proves me wrong.

Naintriga ako. Troubled sya.

Ang taray ni mamang tryke. Ang deep, grabe!


Tuesday, May 22, 2007


In your shores, I found myself washed,

Sweet soft serenade of tender waves crash,
And, while the moon sings a lullaby so sweet,
My toes tingle, familiar sand beneath my feet.

Illusions of control, every trace left in me,
Blindedly bound, bottled up and sent to the sea.
Resisting is futile, considers nobody's sake
Strong is the urge to swim in this perfect mistake.

Deep breath is constant, borrowed time ticking,
Images of a fragile tomorrow is fleeting.
But even if there is no promise of forever
Tonight, under indigo skies, I surrender.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Check out baggages by the door.

I am not up for mind games anymore.
Tempting, but it's getting old.
Just games? Perhaps.

I've stopped figuring it all out.
I've resigned to the fact that it'll never make sense.
Nothing ever had. Why should it start now?

I like fun.
Are you into it, too?
I wanna hear it.
You in or you out?

Monday, May 14, 2007

Here comes the bride...

Let's get this out of the way. Yes, my younger sister is marrying ahead of me. Yes, I'm completely ok with that. And no, I won't soon follow. Forget about holding our collective breaths. We might just all die waiting, so let us quit now while we're ahead. Ok, everybody?

And just to prove that I'm completely ok with the whole naunahan thing, I decided to throw my sister a little bridal shower. Here's a few things I've learned:

1. Everybody's starving the night before the wedding. All those weeks of watching what you eat just to look your best at the wedding makes everybody cranky and deprived. And after everybody's final fitting and finding out you have a couple of inches of satin gown to spare for a well deserved dinner at the wedding reception, everybody starts pigging out. So tons of pizzas, each on its own is the size of mainland Luzon would be a party hit. The pizza delivery boy would be greatly appreciated.

Meatlovers all the way... Ate pen, me and crystal

2. Condoms apparently are great party paraphernalia. If you look past them being so slimy, they are not that difficult to blow into, and don't pop as much as regular balloons. Plus, they're flavored. Word to the wise (*wink*wink*), frenzy mint is the bomb, tastes a lot like stork candy. The orange one leaves a fishy aftertaste, and forget about trust chocolate altogether. Unless you're into bitter dark chocolates. If it was a lil more toblerone-ish flavored, I'd recommend it, but then again, trust pops more easily than frenzy. Scary. Hahaha.

We'd blown condoms twice the size of Tal's. Amazing.

3. National bookstore doesn't carry white crepe papers. Somebody should start a petition. Aren't people buying white crepe papers anymore? What's up with that? So instead of having crepe paper brides, all chaste and pure, donned in white ensemble, we end up having wannabe brides looking like they missed the Santacruzan. Well, Mayo naman, so nasa uso. Carry pa rin.

Project runway. Pinoy fiesta version.

Finally, saying goodbye to singlehood isn't really as bad as it sounds (as long as it's not my singlehood. hahaha.) So to my sister, I know you'll have a great wedding, and even more beautiful marriage. Now hand me my 20 pesos.*

Obligatory Korean pose with the bridesmaid and the bride

* Accordingly to our neighborhood manicurista, Ate Luz, when a younger sibling marries ahead of an older sibling, the younger one pays the older sister a small amount as a sort of pamahiin fee. Who would've thunk it? Maybe a should ask for more... half the wedding bounty should be enough. Harharhar.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

They're out of "party packs"!

I could just imagine what is going through the sales ladies' minds when they rang these up for me.

Wow. May party! Talaga namang assorted pa.

The clerks were going through it one by one in the slowest pace possible , inspecting them, asking each other as if that flavor was better than the next. Meanwhile, I was getting curious unwarranted looks from the line growing behind me.

Yes, so what? I like the variation. My sexual appetite is that massive. And I don't want to contribute to our country's population problem, not just yet. We intend to use three at a time, just to make sure. And I believe the chocolate one really tastes like chocolate. Just punch it out, will ya? The boyfriend and I are obviously kinda in a hurry.

Pinoys talaga. Napaka non-judgmental. (Insert appropriate level of sarcasm here.)


Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Steady lang.

I don't blog when...

... there's too much to worry about. I know this has been a very effective cathartic outlet for me. But in times when the worry wart in me starts kicking in, I'd rather not blog it for posterity. Of course, life is not always a beach, but I don't want to highlight life's bitchiness in my archives. I'd deal with the nasty stuff, but as far as this blog goes, I'm trying to keep it happy.

... there's too much going on. My dad's episode. My sister's wedding. My up-to-my-neck workload. And massive torrent downloads to catch up on. Heroes anyone? Enough said.

... there's nothing going on. The thing with me is when I have all the time in the world to blog, I don't blog, for the reason that I have all the time in the world to blog. You say po-tay-toe. I say po-ta-to. You say laziness. I call it "lack of challenge".

Between this reason and the last, when do I blog then?

When everything is steady. When life is a pain, but alaxan can still cure it. When I catch myself and convince my stubborn brain to stop overthinking. To let it go, and just write it down.

Free yourself. It's never too late for brand new resolutions.