Masaya mag Pasko sa Pilipinas

Masarap talaga ang Pasko sa Pilipinas. Makukulay na ilaw. Masasayang tugtugin. Mga batang nanga-ngaroling. Mga pulubing nagkalat sa kalye. Di mahulugang karayom na dami ng tao sa Divisoria. Lahat ng tao nasa mall para mamili ng butingting na nais nilang ibigay sa mga minamahal at mga importantent tao sa kani kanilang mga buhay. So bakit ko pino-post itong blog na to? Wala lang. Kasi masaya ako. Kasi Pasko nanaman dito sa bansang pinaka mamahal ko. Kasi tambay ako sa Starbucks. Kasi maganda ang gising ko. Kasi magpapasko ako kasama ng aking bestfriend. Kasi masaya yung dinner namin nung isang gabi nila Andy, Eeyan, Ipper at Eden. Kasi ang hirap kumuha ng taxi ngayon sa Makati. Kasi sukang suka na ako sa Cubao. Kasi hindi ako kinikibo ni Karl. Kasi me bago ako trabaho pag pasok ng bagong taon. Kasi sweet yung mga barista sa Starbucks. Nagpicturan kami nung nalaman nila na matagal bago ako makakadalaw ulit sa kanila dahil nga may bago na akong trabaho at mga taga Starbucks Shangri-La na ang aabalahin ko para itimpla ang aking Double Shot grande iced Caffe Mocha. Kasi itong taon na ito ay hinding hindi ko makakalimutan. Kasi maswerte ako dahil ako ay napapaligiran ng kasiyahan mula sa aking mga kaibigan at pamilya. Kasi mabait sakin ang Diyos. Kasi 3 stick na lang ng yosi ang niyo-yosi ko sa isang araw. Kasi matagal na akong hindi umiinom ng beer. Kasi maliit ang kamay ko. Kasi maganda ang tugtog sa ipod ko. Kasi hindi ko alam kung kelan masosoli sakin ni Huck yung libro at dvd at pera ko. Kasi cute sobra yung bunso kong kapatid na lalaki at nag enjoy ako sa super bonding namin kahapon kahit ginawa nila akong driver ni mommy. Kasi sobrang blessed ako ngayong taon. Kasi nandito si John ngayon at sobrang saya ko dahil na meet ko na ang nanay nya at na meet na ya ang parents ko, kung yayayain lang nya ako ulit magpakasal papayag na ako. Kasi maswerte pa rin ako na kahit hindi ako magtrabaho sa ibang bansa ay nakakapag paaral ako ng kapatid, nakaka ipon ako ng pera at nakakapag luho ako. Kasi pwede ako pumunta sa ibang bansa kung gugustuhin ko para magbakasyon (wala nga lang akong kasama at wala rin lang akong oras masyado.. pero kayang gawan ng paraan yung oras. tamad lang ako) Kasi nakaka addik mag PEx. Kasi marami akong nakilalang kaibigan sa PEx. Kasi madaldal ako. Kasi mabilis ang aking mga daliri sa pag tipa ng mga salita para mabuo ang blog na ito.

basta marami pa. Pero ang gusto go rin ipa-alam sa inyo na ang saya saya ko at magpapasko ako dito sa Pilipinas kasama ng aking mga kaibigan at pamilya. Salamat sa inyong lahat. Salamat sa pagiging parte ng aking buhay ngayong taon. Salamat kasi kahit me lamat ng konti ang aking pag iisip ay nandyan pa rin kayo at hindi nyo ako isinusugod sa mental hospital (balita ko nakaka flip daw ang hangin dun) Salamat kasi patuloy ang inyong pag supporta sa aking kalokohan, sa aking hindi pag review sa Bar, sa king di pag gamit ng aking MBA at sa hindi pagtanong, hindi pagtawa at hindi pag ipon ng galit sa tuwing ako ay madadapa. Salamat sa mga magulang ko at hinahayaan nyo lang akong matututo habang ako ay naglalakbay sa buhay na ito. Salamat at hindi nyo ako pinipigilan na gawin ang aking mga gusto. Salamat sa inyong pagtitiwala na alam nyong hindi ako gagawa ng bagay na makakasama para sa kin. hay... inaantok na ako ulit.

Mamaya na lang ulit... hahahaha!

Half Truths and Whole Lies

"Shoulda checked the fine print hon...That blowjob did not come with a lifetime warranty..."

"..." when she red that passage she really had to stop and laugh... and laugh out loud is what she did. While laughing a tear slid down her face. The book she is currently reading is a gift from a former colleague... Grace. She was touched by that gesture. There had only been 5 people who had given her books as gifts. Only three of them understood her enough to get her books that she was able to appreciate. as she picked up the book again, she saw that one of her friends from Canada just logged in. they talked about how to trust a person. at a certain point in the conversation, she asked him if how good is his "bullshit-o-meter" was. he said it was fairly good, however when it comes to significant other his "bullshit-o-meter" is as good as a pile of road apples. therefore he wasnt a good gauge if his "significant" or not so significant other was piling the dust on him or not. after they talked she went back to reading her book... where the main character Ellen Cherry goes.. "Neat, im delighted to learn that I've been compared to a heathen fornication instructor, a husband corrupter and a baboon's ass all in one lump" she went back to laughing once again...

is it just me??

in the search field here in multiply.. the option for music aint there no more...

is it just me??

oh woe is me...

Passenger 11-F2

for thee heartbeats he looks at her face, then he rolls his head on his shoulders. "so you think that that was more stupid than the car chase thing on ECP?"

she was still laughing when she answered. "yes. i think that was more stupid than what we did on ECP."

"why is it more stupid?"

"because i say so..."

he had to laugh. everytime she would get cornered she would do her because-i-say-so song. he looked up and stared at the night sky. the sky seemed like royal velvet with diamonds flirtaciously winking at him. He often wondered why their relationship status never went past the best friend stage, they had a couple of those hawwire moments before but it never progressed to anything beyond that. he takes the bottle of vodka from her and drinks from it. "why didnt you take that job offer in Singapore? from what i heard Tita Chel said that they offered a $6000 sgd for your skill set"

she jerked at the question and looked at him hard. "i didnt know you still talked to Tita Chel"

"still talked is relative. i visited her when we went to Singapore because i thought you were there. i know that you were mad at me for dragging you there just so maia and i could talk. i mean when we landed at changi, you left me there. took a cab, left your bag at Chini's and *poofed*"

she took a drag from her cigarette before answering. "yeah i was pissed off. its a good thing Orion met up with me. in the cab from the airport, i called him up and told him i had to rant about you. hahahaha. 'twas a good thing that he had work that day. so we hung out at the starbucks near tower 5."

"i see. ever wondered how come we never got past the friend stage?" he asks while stretching his arms above his head.

"its because we both know what we looked like when we were kids. hahahaha. youre a snot nosed chinky bastard child who had bad hair and funny teeth. why would i want to end up with you?" she laughingly answered.

he tugs on her hair and pokes her sides. she whacks him with the potato chip bag. they continue on like that for a few minutes then she shouts at him. "hoy punyeta! we might fall oiff this wall. i just got my ribs healed and i dont want to have them broken again. EVER.what time is it anyway?"

he looks at his watch, "its 4:38am."

"almost sunrise. as soon as it does, can we get off this wall? i need to catch some zzz's."

"sure." he looks at her and asks the question that had been bugging him for quite awhile now. "do you think i was stupid for going to singapore and tried to patch things up with maia?"

she takes the last mouthful of vodka from the bottle and throws it with violent grace to the bushes below. "i didnt that was stupid. i thought that was kinda brave, but thats just me." she shrugs right after giving that answer.

he gives her his trademark smirk, then says "thank you. yours is one of the few that matters." he reaches out his right hand and puts it over her left hand then squeezes it. she twines her fingers with his. he notices that she was wearing something on her ring finger. "is this the ring that i gave you years back?" he asks while moving his thumb over the ring.

"yup. never took it off since you gave it to me."

"cool. hey... you didnt answer my question.."

she looks at him and asks "which one?"

"why didnt take any of the job offers there in Sg?"

she grins at him and says "if you know me well.. you'd know the answer to that..."

Jeanne Likes To...

sa weekend na ako mag po-post ng madrama kong mga blogs..

swiped this from Lang who swiped it from andrea (meow!)

1. Jeanne likes to write more than anything, but always makes time to attend the ball games her sons ... In the spare time she has left, Jeanne likes to quilt. ... (i didnt know i had sons already.. hahahaha)

2. Jeanne likes to look at life through 3X5's. She has amazing ability behind a camera and can make even a rock look beautiful. (weeeeeeeeeeeeeee... )

3. Away from work, Jeanne likes to ride her Honda Aero scooter, metal detect, and spend time with her three nieces and three nephews. (wow...)

4. Jeanne likes to say, "I have participated with some of the most successful companies of our times, seen great CEO's and teams in action and learned how to ... (wehehehe! Goddess talaga)

5. Jeanne likes to bathe. Likes to shower. Because we’ve made it a pleasurable experience. Jeanne associates a shower with a full body massage. (huwat?! i dont like taking baths... :lol:)

6. Jeanne likes to bring out LDS spiritual ideas and concepts through the characters she creates. (ehem...)

7. Jeanne likes to stay in motion, so the upbeat tempo at Salmon Bay suits her perfectly. (cool...)

8. In addition to singing with Corporate Radio and doing some part-time modeling with IMI Talent, Inc, in her spare time Jeanne likes to read (i didnt know i do modelling?)

9. Jeanne likes to spend her spare time cooking (great desserts!), and doing things around the house. (yep.. thats me)

10. He and Emma are both happy they were "raised in a dog kennel," as Jeanne likes to joke. (hmmm... di ko gets to)

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that was amazing and cute! kakatuwa... it fit me!

Passenger 11 F

"...and yet what?..."

" and yet, i have never seen a person so dumb and smart at the same time.i really wish you could see yourself through my eyes. its tiring to have this conversation. the bottomline here is that you are worth it. you are worth being a friend or lover for. YOU just have to know it."

she laughs at him and tugs at his hair. "hoy youre too serious. lets change the topic na lang. Lets talk about YOUR booboos..."

he looks at her and laughs too. but in his mind he was thinking, she never understands my argument. if she wasnt a dear friend, he would have given up on her a long time ago.

"Never you mind my booboos! hahahaha... at least im not attracted to bald gay men..."

"which one?" she answers while guffawing. "the one abroad or the one at the office?"

"both"

they kept on laughing till tears started springing from the corners of their eyes. she then takes a long drage from her cigarette and then asks him "so you over that whole asian disaster?"

he looks away and stares at the setting sun. "not really. i guess i should, but i still love her."

"aww sweetie..." then she goes and gives him a one armed hug. "so we're all stupid in some ways... but you know, in our 15 year old friendship, the stupidest thing that we've done was that one night..."

"which one? the one at your place or the one in Singapore? so you think that it was stupid?"

"uh, yeah.. that was.. wait.. what happened in Singapore? was i there?"

chuckling, he answered "yeah, when she called me and i was rushing out of the house and we did the car chase thing on the ECP..."

"ooh.. that..."

"what night were YOU talking about anyway?"

she couldnt answer because she was laughing so hard. so he poked her on the sides until she gave him the answer.

"when you kissed me... hahahaha... it was a good thing that my friend called up.. who knows what might've happened if he didnt. but that rated pretty high in my stupid book. i mean.. i had to pat the top of my head to see if it wasnt blown off... mind you, that was one helluva good kiss though..."

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Vodka with MSG .. v.2

"so why quiet all of a sudden?"

she looks at him. the setting sun glinted off his glasses and then laughs.

"nothing really. its just that i know why people treat me this way, yet i dont know why i cant seem to change" she says then takes a swig from the half empty vodka bottle.

"coz youre a doofus. but youre my doofus. so its okay" he laughingly said while ruffling her hair. "what i cant figure out though is that why cant you seem to get over the fact that people WILL like you for you. not for what you can buy for them. take me for instance, when we first met... you had a booger hanging from the tip of your nose and you were short. well, youre still short now anyway, but i still like you."

she had to laugh at that.

he took a long drag from his cigarette and then blew it out. "Buying people things dont make them like a person - not for real most of the time mind you - remember the guy you were mooning over lately? you spent tons of money on him as if he were your boyfriend... or me... did that get you anywhere? nope. he just got used to the fact that you send him things every time he'd ask for it." he takes another long drag from his cigarette then continues on. "did he like you back? i dont think so...youre a smart lady, funny, charming, very gullible and intelligent at times. whats not to like? so please stop harping on the fact that society doesnt consider you beautiful. its all in your head. ive seen you act when you think no one is looking. you have this jene sais quoi that is really attractive."

she smiled at this point. he would always give that speech to her whenever they would have this conversation. the "jene sais quoi" speech.

she pokes him on the shoulder. "yeahyeahyeahyeah... so if i really AM as attractive as you say, how come im single?" then gives him her dimpled smile.

he sticks his tongue out at her and says "thats such a dumb question. i really cant answer for my specie, however if you would really want an answer here are some: because youre crazy. because youre a workaholic. because youre fat. because youre so self conscious that it annoys them. because you put up walls that they cant breach. because they think youre high maintenance. because they think youre too smart for them... take your pick."

she takes a cigarette from the pack and lights one. the flame flickers dangerously close to her hair as she lights her cigarette. this was a new one. she sniffs the vodka bottle and then checks the msg quotient of the chips that they were eating.he never said that before. she looks at him trying to gauge his temperament.

"you mad at me?" she quietly asks

"im not mad at you. im just annoyed. we've had this conversation over and over and over again. but you dont change. it annoys me to no end that you allow these people to abuse you and take advantage of your kindness. ive been your friend for years and yet..."

...to be continued...

Vodka with MSG

they were just continuing on an argument. one that they have talked about again and again. one that never gets resolved, only pended.

"the problem with you is that you are always waiting for people to disappoint you. its not wrong to let people in once in awhile" he says while opening the freezer to grab a bottle of icy cold vodka.

"fine. so what if i only let a few people in my life. is there something monumentally wrong with that? im nice to all people anyway! i make them feel nice... good about themselves." she says while opening cabinet doors looking for chips for them to munch on while they downed the bottle of vodka.

"yeah youre nice to them alright. giving them material things and spending money on them doesnt necessarily equate as being NICE."

she gasps at this outrageous statement.

"take that back! or else ill hit you so hard on the mouth, your dentist is going to wake up."

he laughs at her while she threatens him with a huge bag of salt and vinegar kettle chips.

"we have been friends ever since i can remember. we have gone through relationships, graduations, deaths in the family or friends, gone through the deepest of funks, did a lot of stupid things together and individually and yes, we even talk about your period and how erratic they are. but you cant tell me that i dont know you." he says while opening the door for her.

they were heading off to the vacant lot adjacent to his home. there was this wall there that they sit on. it had been on that lot ever since they moved to the village. he would often go up there to think and watch the sun rise or set. a lot of times it was with her.

"i dont understand people." she says in a small voice

he laughs at this statement.

"well i understand you. what i dont get is why you try to please people who treat you like dirt, while people who treat you well... you somewhat take for granted."

she looks at him incredously... but then shuts up for a moment...