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Friday, After-work April 27, 2007

INSTRUCTIONS: A person who gets tagged must write in his or her blog ten weird things or habits or little known facts about himself or herself. He or she should also state this rule clearly. At the end, he or she should tag six other people, except the one who tagged him or her.

1. I could stare at a blank space for more than an hour (sometimes not really thinking but just… well… staring). Oh no, is this a serious sign of mental retardation?!?!?
2. I hate crying because when I do, I can’t stop and it causes me to hyper-ventilate.
3. I’ve decided, if I like a guy, I will tell him straight in the face. I hate assuming and hoping like crazy only to find out that the feeling is not mutual. Ouch!
4. I have this weird habit of reading three to four books at a time (annoys me actually)
5. I could finish up a korean drama series in one shot (ahahaha… adik!)
6. I never thought I could HATE someone this much until I met the ogre. F*cktard!!!
7. One of my ultimate dreams is to be a housemaid (yes, as in katulong) in a filthy rich (as in dead filthy… yung tipong iba na yung moral sa sobrang yaman)family. Then I’ll write some sort of an investigative thingy about it.
8. I can love and hate a person at the same time. As a matter of fact, I do like this guy a lot when I don’t see him, when he’s just quiet… but when he starts opening his mouth, I sort of hate him like that (thet snapping her fingers)
9. I am fascinated by Cho Seung-Hui’s words, but not (definitely not!) by what he did.
10. I’d like to be a volunteer in Cambodia, Somalia or in some distant depressed countries, travel the world and learn all types of culture and heritage. Then I’ll have another blog for it.

I tag Gela, Kai, Tina, Edward, Cristine and Katrine.

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Sometimes I hate it when I remember what I dreamt of because I know it was just… well… a dream. Nothing more. But sometimes, my mood for the day depends a lot on whatever my dream was and if I remember it at all.

I used to tell people I think I have the gift of instinct. I feel like my dreams confirm what I think about someone or something. It’s weird… I sound like a scheizo I know but that’s just an opinion. I am not saying it’s true =) Yea, I’d like to believe it’s true, if it is then, I would be a world-reknown psychic (not the Madam Auring and Jojo Acuin types) just like Nostra Damus. Ahahaha… dream on.

It amazes me how my reality morphs into a dream; the exact replica of what is really happening. SOmetimes, I feel relieved, sometimes it saddens me. But then again, nobody really knows what will happen.

I first heard this adage from my friend, Edward (also my layout artist for Asian Quaity Magazine) one exhausting afternoon of trying to figure out what to do with our magazine’s design. We’ve been caught up in atleast a couple of bad situations, practically hindering what’s supposed to be accomplished. Edward said: “Nami-Murphy’s Law tayo!” I, in my all cluelessness replied: “Nawa-what???” He sort of explained the meaning to me; something about whatever-can-go-wrong-will-go-wrong thing but I didn’t actually grasp what he meant. But since then, I used it as an excuse whenever something – in the midst of may daily course of activities – goes wrong.

This morning, Na-murphy’s law ako. I couldn’t get a cab. It was annoyingly hot. I was late for work, blah, blah, blah. Sh*t. If Murphy’s law is one big tornado, I would probably be swallowed whole.

Then, curiousity kills the cat (meowww!)so I looked up the definition of Murphy’s Law. Wikipedia says:

Murphy’s law is a popular saying in Western culture that broadly states that things will go wrong in any given situation, if you give them a chance. “If there’s more than one possible outcome of a job or task, and one of those outcomes will result in disaster or an undesirable consequence, then somebody will do it that way.” The saying is sometimes referred to as Sod’s law. Finagle’s law, which can be rendered as “Anything that can go wrong, will—at the worst possible moment,” is a variation.

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Anyway, I went to a wake last night. My former editor’s mom died. The cause: heat stroke. Scary. My heart goes out to my former mentor who is such a kind-hearted and good-natured person. If it weren’t really for my financial woes before, I’d stay in her company, grow with the values that she instilled upon me as a writer. I haven’t thanked her enough.

It was nice to be with my old office buddies. We had our times, then we parted ways. I thought I’d never be seeing them again. But God has his ways.

I never really appreciated the song until now. Why am I such a crybaby? I think it is probably because my eyes are big that they tend to spill gallons of tears.

Note to self: My eyes aren’t exactly blue… far from it actually.

Blue eyes blue (Eric Clapton)

I thought that you’d be loving me.
I thought you were the one who’d stay forever.
But now forevers come and gone
And I’m still here alone.

cause you were only playing,
You were only playing with my heart.
I was never waiting,
I was never waiting for the tears to start.

It was you who put the clouds around me.
It was you who made the tears fall down.
It was you who broke my heart in pieces.
It was you, it was you who made my blue eyes blue.
Oh, I never should have trusted you.

I thought that I’d be all you need.
In your eyes I thought I saw my heaven.
And now my heavens gone away
And I’m out in the cold.

cause you had me believing,
You had me believing in a lie.
Guess I couldn’t see it,
I guess I couldn’t see it till I saw goodbye.

cause you were only playing,
You were only playing with my heart.
I was never waiting,
I was never waiting for the tears to start.

It was you who put the clouds around me.
It was you.

Oh, I never should have trusted you.
Oh, I never should have trusted you.
Oh, I never should have trusted you.

I thought I’d never get to see Boracay until May. Thanks to Rodney, my officemate and we (Ate Lani, Mike, Marvin & myself) were able to go last Thursday with an itsy-bitsy budget… but then, we were able to survive.. haha! I was truly feeling half-hearted though because we had to leave mom and pop alone to tend on the whole annual “Pabasa” thing which they had been doing for as long as I can remember. It was a tradition passed on by my granny to my mom. Anyway, I was actually glad mom and pop didn’t disapprove of our plan, especially it was [scheduled] on the Holy Week pa.

Day 1 (Maundy Thursday)
As usual, I had a hard time deciding on what and what not to bring. I think I packed an entire luggage that could last me a week. I almost killed Rodney when I learned that we’ll be staying there two days only (two days!!!). Funny, I didn’t even check my ticket for the departure date.
Anyway, we boarded M/S San Paolo, NN’s funship that would take us to Boracay around 3pm and it left about an hour later. It was amusing to see the mix of people aboard the ship – there were “cono kids” (a lot of them actually) and the usual haggard-looking people… in a more blatant term, mga jologs. I even saw a bunch of European backpackers at the “Tatami area” a.k.a glorified economy class. Then there were these cute Chinese guys that were walking tirelessly, touring the entire ship, obviously first-timers. Our group actually was room-less for an hour before Angie (Rodney’s gf who works for NN) actually scored us a “Business Class” room which actually fits four people only. So the six of us stayed together in one room; it wasn’t really bad… it was actually comfortable enough. Except for the fact that we had to use the common bath room so I had to get out of our room in the middle of the night to pee. Whew.
Contrary to what I was claiming that it wasn’t boring to take a ship for a 12-hour ride to Boracay, I was actually bored to my wits. There wasn’t much to do in this funship but stay in the sun deck with your iPod on while gazing on the boundless view of the sea and the angry waves that seem to want to topple the ship over, stay in your room and watch whatever movie is being aired on the tube, or read a book, or EAT. And so I ate… ate a lot, forgetting about a week of dieting to fit into my swimsuit. I munched away my boredom. By 11pm, my cabin-mates were already fast asleep. I was still wide awake because I could feel the strong waves wanting to swallow the whole ship.

Day 2 (Good Friday)

It wasn’t good at all. We arrived in Caticlan around 6am. There was a lot of waiting. Waiting for the others to disembark, waiting for my sis’ friggin’ ex-officemate and her friends, waiting in line to buy the tickets, environmental fee, terminal fee, etc., waiting for the multi-cab that would take us from Cagban port to Station 2 (they have this new rule that all tourists going to Boracay should disembark in Cagban port only and not directly in whatever stations they’re going to stay in) and most of all, waiting to get a room / a space where we can stay. God bless Rodney and Angie, they didn’t reserve a room knowing how difficult it is to get one on a peak season like this. Grrr… Anyway, we did get a room in Station 3. I didn’t even know what the place was called. It was good though. Fits all of us six, perfectly. I was just sooo frustrated knowing that I only got two days to enjoy my vacation and a quarter of it was already wasted just waiting. I was tired but I’d say staying in Boracay was all worth it. And this was already my 4th time. I’d probably never get tired of coming back. The rest of the activities were usual – bumming around the beach, checking out cute guys (who unfortunately were either taken or gay), sunbathing, pigging out, swimming, etc.
Then…
I had my period. Nice.
Sucks, I know. But instead of moping, I tried to enjoy my stay. Pics here.

Day 3 (Black Saturday)
Jesus Christ was dead. We woke up on a rainy Saturday morning. Wow, it was raining in Boracay. For me, it seemed surreal. We had breakfast – noodles and coffee and chips. The rain stopped abruptly. The sun, as though having its sweet revenge, shone like it was the last. It was really hot. So, with my period and all, I put on my swimsuit and had a nice (though tiring) walk on the beach with my kuya. We went to the far end of Station 3 where there’s a magnificent view of caves and rocks and trees. Then, walk all the way back to Station 2 where we’re planning to have our lunch as usual. My legs were hurting but it really didn’t matter. I also had a nice whole body massage by the beach (as I promised myself). I was planning to go on a banana boat ride but decided against it.
We spent the rest of the day eating, shopping for goodies, some pasalubong and just bumming (again) by the beach. I so love it, I could bum around the whole day – with a good music on, a good read and some chips to munch on. After all, I am not a beach bummer for nothing, ‘ayt?
By 4pm, we were already on our way back to Cagban port. Goodbye Boracay. Our stay was really that short and somehow, I still didn’t want to go. But I had no choice. We waited until 7pm for M/S San Paolo – the same ship took us back to Manila. As we boarded the ship, I had nothing else in mind but sleep and rest. Not to mention, I had sun burn all over and it hurts. Did I mention, I fell asleep while having my massage that half my face (atleast the part that’s not covered by my sunglass) is sun-kissed. I look like a raccoon. Stupid is stupid does. More pics here.

Day 4 (Easter Sunday)
Happy Easter and we’re back in Manila!


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