when i was kid, we used to have a clock that looks this this... It was a clock my mom bought to make sure that me, my 2 stupid brothers and my yaya wake up at 430am! I studied grade school all the way in Antipolo soI had to be picked up by the Rebollido (then it was the Cuyugan) bus at that Godforsaken hour. Anyhow, that clock worked for a while. it was my hatest thing in the whole world at that time..the next being my very VERY heavy backpack that I had to bring to school every fuckin' day. I said for awhile coz after weeks of being rudely woken up by that clock (I tell you it was enough to wake the whooollee house with its blasted sound), I started a new hobby! It was the throw-the-alarm-clock-when-it-rings hobby. Eventually, it broke down (wweeeee!) after being thrown unceremoniously across the room and at times down the stairs (it won't stop e!) , My mom got us another one just like that. I think they costs a hundred and plus then...at that time 100 bucks still got you somewhere but after a while those things "mysteriously" broke after a couple of days..my mom and my lola tried the no alarm clock lets wake up early style for a couple of days but my poor dad got the brunt of it coz they always woke up late.....just in time to hear Mang Tanay's , the bus driver, signature pot-pot and because of that my dad had to bring me all the way to Antipolo! Hehehehehe....So my dear mother got one of those cheapo alarm clocks..the ones that you hear sa bangketa. But, alas, they just met the same fate as their predecessors and being the cheapo that they are they just got smashed after being thrown once lang. The mahal ones lasted a couple of throws though...

so now i feel the same way...i feel that the alarm clock is ticking somewhere and is about to peel... its the saturday morning and in a few hours I'll be back in the office

...something that I do not relish... argh! bakit ang bilis! why God why!?!?! I'm trying not to hit the sack muna..why kse it makes time go faster e....hay naku I better fix my stuff na coz for sure I'll be running late mamaya coz I'll be so tamad to get my flat butt up from my cozy bed

maybe I can call in sick.... ...hhmmmm what a thought.....

My appointment with my new dentist went quite well. Like usual, i had my initial apprehensions...of course! I'm scared of dentists what do you expect?!?!?! My old one migrated to the States so I had to find a new one and thank God for friends, I quickly had a new one in the guise of my friend, Rica. How we became friends would eat up another entry but just a gist both of our ex-es, Inigo and Carroll, are part of this very close-knit barkada. Anyway, I sat on the Chamber of Pain for roughly about 2 and a half hours. I didn't have anything major done since she says that I would need an oral (or was that dental) surgeon for some tooth to get extracted because it couldn't be done through the usual extraction..yada yada yada yada...anyhow, after that, Ace and I, went to Megamall to eat after that we decided to get a massage and a facial..God knows I baaddddllyy need one....I usually go to Urban Spa (you can include this on my gift list!!!) in Shangri-La but since we were in Megamall...why not try a different one! So we tried the services of the Holistic Circle Inc. (SM MegaMall 5th Level, Bldg. A Tel. 634-7271, 914-4376---> commercial pa!). The ambiance at first was ok until I heard people talking and utensils clanging (not so loudly of course) as it turns out the room that we were in was just beside the main hallway that separated the other rooms plus the lounge area of people who were working there and we were just hidden from everyone's prying eyes by a banig and some stuff pa ( i didn't try to investigate anymore)...there was also no soothing music nor those wasping aromatherapy amoys lit in the room. there was a candle alright but it was just for decors. the massage was ok..nothing great BUT not good either...i always thought that massages should start from the head down to the shoulders and the feet being last. This is time it was jumbled...legs then back then arms and aaaa basta labo labo na so it wasn't that soothing tlaga...kainis...then after that the masahistas handed us a small envelope for their tips..for God's sake! sana sa front desk nalanag nakalagay! After that we were led to the facial area..labo no??? sarap first then pain...tsk tsk....over-all rating--->1.5....sige na nga a 2 nalang (pilit pa)..would I go back there? my still aching back sez no.

off to a 4 day weekend...i was dying for this!!! absolutely dying...i was getting pissed na here and there...i usually have a sunny disposition but for some reason I was getting really really irked na...with the customer who thinks that she's high and mighty just because I was pinoy (du-uh! sana marunong ka mag spell muna no you ugly american)...i wanna ramble on about some people here on the team but delicadeza gags my mouth so zip it hundun!...and I was tired na tlaga...dead tired! So no going out or going to the mall--(weh?) but just plain rest and fix my poor house :(

(you see the red underlined portion?if not, click on the pic)

things to do:

TeUsDay:
1. wash all my clothes
2. fix master's bedroom (this is where I'm bunking nowadays)
3. transfer some of my stuff to my old room
4. fix my itunes list
5. clean out my yahoo mail
6. have a main pwd file on my pc
7. fix my faves list
8. fix my address book
9. DVD marathon!!!!

WeDNEsdaY:
1. pa fix pc monitors
2. pa fix my tv
3. Go to SSS
4. Have my nails done
5. go to the my OB

Thur$day:
1. Go to my new Dentist (I totally hate this!)

FrIday:
....to be announced..depends if I don't get sick after my dental work

Katherine: It's a nice little villa. Are you going to buy it?
Frances: The way my life is currently going, that would be a terrible idea.
Katherine: Terrible idea... Don't you just love those?
(Under the Tuscan Sun)


be afraid...be very afraid...


i uttered a silent prayer to the wind many moons ago
it was a whisper....a silent cry from the deep recesses of my heart
it was a whisper....
a silent cry
a whispered scream
a soundless shrill..... a hushed blare
a muted shout
an unuttered screech
noiseless howl

it was tossed to the wind with a fervent prayer and with an unfailing hope and a sempiternal faith
that it will find its way....that it will glide to the expressway of prayers to God street...and bring forth a riposte....

and it did...

do i answer it?

--end--

An ingrate, I assure you I am not...but the my battle scars show so prominently ...not on the outside but inside and I am but a cesspool of scars...all a thousand and one if i may say....

they say that when we utter a prayer we also must be ready for the answer however it may be...and this is one answer that I thought would never be answered....I almost had given up hope

......Unthinkably good things can happen, even late in the game. It's such a surprise

ehem ehem ----> you see that on the right side of the page? a bit lower than this line...just above the snake..you see that?!?!?!?! lapit na no?

Just to help you out (major hint!) (updated!)

Books:

Ipod Accesories:

Griffin iTrip Xtreme Mac Air Play Transmitter

Navi Pro Ex (for a tamad like me) Armband (Pink, please)

DVD:

imagine taking a highlighter to you life...
..................living like you mean it...

I stumbled on this blog entitled: How To Get Your Ex Back ...i stumbled and stumbled and down hill I went laughing my heart out

I'm balagoong na! 2 tags in a row

I was tagged again by my OLD friend Tin (who I miss by the way.......) and by the ADOBE and ADOBO master Glyph

what are the things you enjoy, even when no one around you wants to go out and play?
1. shopping alone
2. quiet time
3. watching tv the whooooollllllle day
4. reading a good book
5. dvd marathon

what lowers your stress / bloodpressure / anxiety level?
1. listening to josh groban or secret garden tunes in my ipod...that's it pansit!

tag 5 friends and ask them to post it in theirs.
i quit. i don't wanna play anymore. so I'll spare my friends.

Please watch and vote for Mig Ayesa ROCK STAR: INXS!

INXS:

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My right hand ring

I'm it

three names you go by:
1. Belinda
2. Belle
3. Maribel

...and i can go on and on and on

three screen names you have had:
1. hundun
2. hundun
3. Audrey Hepburn (...sssshh!)

three physical things you like about yourself:
1. i'm panget
2. i'm so panget
3. i'm panget talaga

three physical things you don't like about yourself:
1. height
2. upper arms (blame it on my genes!)
3. my thighs

three parts of your heritage:
1. mulatto
2. spanish
3. chinese


three things that scare you:
1. death
2. growing old alone
3. heights

three of your everyday essentials:
1. alcohol spritzer
2. hand lotion
3. born lippy lip balm

three of your favorite musical artists:
1. Faith Evans
2. Josh Groban
3. jane monheit

three of your favorite songs:
1. moon river (ALL TIME FAVORITE)
2. journey by angela zhang
3. as time goes by (ALL TIME FAVORITE)

three things you want in a relationship:
1. love
2. respect
3. faithfulness

three lies and truths in no particular order:

lies:
1. that i am fat
2. that i am not cute
3. that the world is round

truth:
1. that i am sexy ;)
2. that i am gullible
3. that no matter what I do i would still be pretty

three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you:
1. smile
2. way he carries himself
3. does the way he speaks count?

three of your favorite hobbies:
1. reading
2. fixing my stuff
3. is shopping a hobby????

three things you want to do really badly now:
1. a relaxing massage
2. shop till I drop
3. sleep

three careers you're considering/you've considered:
1. criminal lawyer
2. CSI
3. Air Force Pilot

three places you want to go on vacation:
1. Amanpulo
2. Boracay
3. Hilton Maldives

three kid's names you like: (sorry ha malabo ung question, so i'll take it as names i would like to name my kids in the future)
1. rhemarco
2. maritina
3. georgianna

three things you want to do before you die:
1. have my own family
2. breath
3. not die?

three ways that you are stereotypically a boy:
1. this is
2. absolutely
3. absurd

three ways that you are stereotypically a girl:
1. this is
2. absolutely
3. absurd

three celeb crushes:
1. Christian Bautista
2. Chris Evans
3. kevin spacey

my turn to tag...

three people that i would like to see take this quiz:
1. Tin
2. Ace
3. Bagets

there are times you have to let your heart lead you, even if its leading you to a place you do not want to be in...

During a Today's show host Matt Lauer with Tom Cruise, Lauer mentioned Cruise's earlier criticism of Brooke Shields for taking anti-depressants, Cruise told the "Today" show co-host he didn't know what he was talking about.

"You don't know the history of psychiatry. I do," Cruise said.

The interview became more heated when Lauer, who said he knew people who had been helped by the attention-deficit disorder drug Ritalin, asked Cruise about the effects of the drug.

"Matt, Matt, you don't even -- you're glib," Cruise responded. "You don't even know what Ritalin is. If you start talking about chemical imbalance, you have to evaluate and read the research papers on how they came up with these theories, Matt, OK. That's what I've done."

I used to totally luurrvv Tom Cruise...until he left Nicole...I used to still like Tom Cruise...his movie was the reason why I wanted to be a TopGun...why I wanted to go to Fightertown to study...i used to totally be inlove with him (and who wouldn't?!?!?!?) until he argued with Matt Lauer and said that taking anti depressants is "wrong" according to Scientology. This guy obviously doesn't know what he is talking about. Obviously you have never been depressed.


I have and believe you me exercise does NOT help. So shut yer fuckin' trap and just do what you do best...flash your 1,000 watt smile.

"Did I do anything wrong today, or has the world
always been like this and I've been too wrapped up
in myself to notice?" Arthur Dent / Douglas Adams


For Susan Roces, advice from ‘Sabrina’

By Victor Alfred A. Villano
INQ7.net

NOT BEING a big fan of many Filipino movies, I can't really say whether Susan Roces' June 29 performance—both her speech and her replies to reporters' questions— was one of her best. Yet one cannot help but be of two minds about what Ms. Roces had to say.

On the one hand, her words, passionate and angry, were certainly powerful. That line about Mrs. Arroyo stealing the presidency "not once, but twice" was a real zinger: you could almost feel a blade cutting through the president’s skin, slowly, blood oozing out with every utterance. And that reply to a question about what Mrs. Arroyo called the “sacrifice” that was her husband's impending exile? (Ms. Roces disavowed any knowledge of the president's marital history.) A masterful display of excoriation by ridicule.

On the other hand, Ms. Roces' words could also be seen in a different light: powerful though they may have been, one could see them as expressions of a widow’s pent-up frustrations, finally given plausible reason for release (plausible, because to be fair, Mrs. Arroyo’s guilt has yet to be established). What we saw may well have been the fury of a woman at least thrice scorned—by the courts, by fate (her husband’s death), and now, by the Gloria-gate tapes. Her performance, seen from this angle, was more rabble-rousing rant than speech; more cutting riposte than reflective response.

But whatever one makes of her performance, what was truly striking about Ms. Roces was her evasiveness on the question of what her followers—whom she considers, perhaps a bit presumptuously, to be the entire Filipino nation—should do. Rouse the rabble she may have done, but to what end? To bring the government down? Apparently-- unless you are willing to believe that the point of the whole Club Filipino spectacle (spectacular?) was to allow Ms. Roces some venue for, um, "emotional release."

If regime change was the goal, how did Ms. Roces propose that it be achieved? Mum was the word on that score, at least at first. Say what you must about legal adviser Harriet Demetriou’s hairdo, but the woman knows her law. Ms. Roces mentioned—or maybe hinted--that she left the means for toppling the government to that apparently homogenous--and apparently very, very much affronted--gob called “The People.”

But who are "The People"? Rez Cortez? Elly Pamatong? Me? Oh yes, maybe she meant that other HGLE (homogenous gob-like entity):"The Masses."

At one point in her speech, Ms. Roces cried: "Tuloy ang laban!” The struggle must go on. (Much like "the show?" one wonders). Ms. Roces’s intentions were exposed, to my mind, by her reply to a reporter who asked if she was calling for people to take to the streets. She noted that the reporter seemed quite eager for this to happen, then said something that might well have been a line in one of her late husband’s, or maybe Eddie Garcia's, movies. Voice quivering, she declared: "Umpisahan mo, tatapusin ko!" In other words: let the gob well up in the streets, and then… then I shall lead it!

Showbiz, as we all know, has long ago reached the political big-time in this country. But this is getting seriously ridiculous. Ms. Roces would be well-advised to do what Harrison Ford once told his frantic on-screen mother in his otherwise forgettable remake of "Sabrina": Take a pill.

Afterword
On a lighter note, if "The People" are a "gob", what would one call the individual citizen, a goblin? Given Filipinos' recent political history, one wonders whether we are, all of us, a nation of self-destructive goblins--mischievous and ugly demons.

"You have created a monster, and it will destroy you!" (Dr. Waldman, Frankenstein)

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such a telenovela..orchestrated by such a masterful hand with all its twists and subplots all coming into place...and I a mere citizen just my head in utter dismay...NOT AGAIN...

I do not understand why, in God's name (thou shall not take the Lord God's name in vain), should one take into the streets for supposedly "his small voice as a masa" to be heard. I have never believed in taking to the streets for whatever
purpose it may serve...lest its a 10 mile marathon to raise money for some charitable cause...or a street party for happy times like the new year or town fiesta...shouting at the top of your voice has never been an answer to an argument...yes you can be heard amidst the din of all the drum roll and
shouts BUT ARE YOU LISTENED TO? Will it actually make a difference if you parade in one busy boulevard and wave make shift banners with the sentiments of your "heart" etched on it? For the dreary masses, they say that it is. For the street parliamentarians, they it is. Look at EDSA 1 and 2 and ~ugh~ 3...and please no more 4 or 5 or 6...another one would be an utter sacrilage to what martial law generations stood for back in 1986...it would be sacrilage to what the much much much older street parliamentarians stood for back in the days of the Spanish Revolution led by Bonifacio, who, as we know, is also "masa". Take to the streets for a cause that is beyond political and selfish causes..take to the streets beyond your neighbor's or your kumpare's cause..take to the streets because your very living is threatened..take to the streets because you have no option but to do so because lack of action will take away the very basic right of every human being...freedom...freedom to live the life you want...unless that happens..work..for God's sake work..and work hard while you are at it!

Madeleine: How can we know who is good - and who is evil?

Coulmier: All we can do is guard against our own corruption.

"So this is love...so this is what makes life divine. I'm all aglow,and now I know. The key to all heaven is mine. My heart has wings, and I can fly. I'll touch every star in the sky. So this is the miracle, that I've been dreaming of... So this is love." (Cinderella)

should love accompanied by ringing bells, flashing signs, goosebumps and butterflies in your stomach? or white smoke perchance?

if it isn't should we be alarmed?

should it make you feel as if you are on Cloud 9...wherever that may be or as if your heart is dancing to a thousand and one beats?

if it doesn't should we run and hide and pray to the heavens above and to all the saints for a sign?

or are those just romantic whatnots that the old romantics had conjured up just to add spice to their tales of love?

are Judith McNaught, Jude Deveraux and Julie Garwood part of some sinister sisterhood that hatches romantic plots to make us believe that all those once in a lifetime-happy every afters-prince charmings and soulmates?

if not...what does it mean? if not...what should one do?

Nash: Alicia, does our relationship warrant long-term commitment? I need some kind of proof, some kind of verifiable, empirical data.

Alicia: I'm sorry, just give me a moment to redefine my girlish notions of romance

I got this from BoiBitch

The next boi to rock my world better be consistent. Because I don’t think I can handle being hopeful for a second and then being disappointed the next any more.

I hope he doesn’t trifle with my affections. Because I’m not always as strong as I want to be.

I hope he finds joy in the little things. Because the early morning sunshine is more than enough to make me ecstatic.

I hope he eats silly, sings and dances funny, and laughs heartily. Because this world’s in desperate need of more happy people.

Having said all these, I’m saying goodbye to You. I thought you'd save me but I was wrong. Goodbye, Mr. Heartbreaker. I don’t need you anymore

Anyone Who Had A Heart
Dionne Warwick

Anyone who ever loved could look at me
And know that I love you
Anyone who ever dreamed could look at me
and know I dream of you
Knowing I love you so

Anyone who had a heart
Would take me in his arms and love me, too
You couldn't really have a heart and hurt me,
Like you hurt me and be so untrue
What am I to do

Every time you go away, I always say
This time it's goodbye , dear
Loving you the way I do
I take you back, without you I'd die dear
Knowing I love you so

Anyone who had a heart
Would take me in his arms and love me, too
You couldn't really have a heart and hurt me,
Like you hurt me and be so untrue
What am I to do

Knowing I love you so

Anyone who had a heart
Would take me in his arms and love me, too
You couldn't really have a heart and hurt me,
Like you hurt me and be so untrue
Anyone who had a heart would love me too
Anyone who had a heart would take me in his arms and love me too
Why won't you