Crash

Dear me,

You should really stop being too nice. It's just not worth it :-(

Being diplomatic can only take you so far.

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hangin'

Got to chill with Ann, my friend who visited for a few days. We got to catch PCK in action at Saguijo , as well as UrbanDub rockin' the suburbs.

Whoo-hoo!

weekend happee

Bunnie's happee thoughts (despite a TOXIC week):

-Got to spend some QT time with Kittykat (the pics are fab, mami!)
-Got to chill with Anne and watch PCK @ Saguijo (yey, Ilonggos rock!)
-Got to eat adobong pusit after a loooong time (goodies from my mumsy)
-Got to play my guitar again (whoo-hoo!)
-Got to have dinner with my mumsy dearie (CIBO eats and treats!)
-Got to spend chill time with Mary and the hausmates (wednesday inuman sessions, rock en roll!)
-Got to smoke under the pale moonlight (sarap talaga mag muni-muni sa cliff!)
-Got to read a really good book (Eleven Minutes, *sigh*)
-Got to have coffee in the morning (yey!)
-Gonna spend another fab weekend!!!

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This week has been HELL, literally. Miscommunications, tight (as in super!) deadlines, wrecked schedules, bizaare changes and yes, money matters just make things a little too complicated for my taste. Argh. I'm just so glad that despite all that, there are moments that make it worthwhile (read above), and hopefully, there will be some more to come. Can't wait for the weekend to start! :-D

(Me thinks i'm a little too happee due to the caffeine rush. Again. Heheheh)

special

Celebrate in the dimness
with your shadow
and imagine yourself
with her
Wistful in the musings
of a cigarette smoking man
your eyes are clear now
and your smile
a bit tired

The candles are lit
but there's no one to blow them out
Your reason is now heightened by age
It's your special day
yet you choose to stay clear
of the celebration
and i wonder why

camwhorin' with Kittykat

score!
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uh...yeah.

secrets of the red room....

we're sisters....
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:-) ahihihi!

"hey mister, she's my sister..."

"hey mister, she's my sister..."
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Goes to show how much friendster can evolve. :-P

hausmates

hausmates
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After a quick road trip outside the metro, im spending the rest of the long weekend chillin at home with my urban family --- it's so nice to be living on your own and still be part of an urban family. Here's me and my "sis" Koween. :-)

in-toxic-ated

i hate having my schedules changed, especially by circumstances beyond my control.

Fuck all this sh*t. Despite what you say, it's still MY life.

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i wish i can just disappear from the face of the earth whenever i feel like it.

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I want to change things right NOW. dammit.

oooh, la zsa zsa!

mmmwah!
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Watched Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah Ze Musical with dear friend Psychicpants* last Sunday (my first, his 8th time to watch it) and it was so much fun i had a smile permanently fixed on my facec the entire time!!! Of course, the icing on the cake to this whole shebang was having the creator Carlo Vergara sitting next to us througout the enntire show, also enjoying the stage production of his amazing work. Got to have my pic taken with the show's Didi (Zsa zsa's super funnie sidekick) i just loved his performance!!!


*Pao, thanks for the invite!!! You are such a dearie!
Congrats sa scholarship, laddie!

of boys and lost toys

Beep

beep

beep

The persistence of your presence
is as noisy as the sound of the ringing of my phone
triggering a silent alarm in my head.

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You should have never given me that drink
I never knew it could be so potent
I should have never said yes
I didn't know what i was getting into
You should have never called me
I never would have said maybe
you shouldn't have said you missed me
i could have resisted you so easily

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Realising our dynamic was my bane
and reassessing this made me stronger
yet in the wee hours of our reacquaintance
i find myself smiling
as i gaze into your sleeping face

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Last Song Syndrome

FIRST OF SUMMER
UrbanDub (G. ALIPE, J. DINOPOL, R. LIM, J. MENDOZA)

Parked car
This night sky
Makes city lights shine like diamonds
our song plays on the radio.

We’re living it up
Make this night ours
We own the world
I wish this lasts forever
Alone with you tonight
Further in you feels so right.

I’m giving it up and just a little more
This heartfelt leap I surrender
With arms raised tonight.

Drive me away
cuz the night just feels right
take me away with you tonight
anywhere with you.

Our song plays on…
Parked car, night sky
Alone with you tonight…

the week that was

"Getting to know you" was never this easy, and never this complicated.

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Mojitos with an queasy stomach is never a good combo. I'll opt for some good ol' McNuggets and coffee instead.

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I think i am getting in way over my head. Stop stop the room from spinning.

I can't seem to.

Pass the shot, please.

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In the darkness i can be happy. I can hide my fears and doubts within its crevices and keep the reason at bay.

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Out of the blue you say hello. WTF!? Is this some form of post-holy week fun for you?

Dammit. I was always a sucker for a sweet smile and an impish grin.

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"beware the lover, he will abstract your love"

I'm already jaded. This advice is way too late.

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Another saturday night...

BigSKy@nyt
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After fashion shoots, clubbin and some dancing, we end up meeting the peeps in ol' Big Sky. ahh, so much fun!

hung over

the unbearable lightness of being
proves to me
that the world
is just too fucked up
sometimes

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*beep*

sudden change of plans ruin mine. WTF!?!

People should just say what they want straight up. NO buts, ifs and umms about it.

Life's too short for this kind of shit.

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every little thing
that you say or do
i'm hung up
i'm hung up on you
waiting for your call,
baby, night and day
i'm fed up
i'm tired of waiting on you...

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in between shoots...

... i manage to log on.

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A young man sits nearby while i smoke my cigarette. His posture is tense, and on his lap lies a bouquet of white roses, which he picks up once in a while to check out. Is it wilting? He's been there for a while now. I wonder if his date stood him up.

Awww. I miss getting flowers.

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The day is nearly done and we're only a quarter done of our list. Dammit. Those cakes look real good though :-P mmmm... am craving something dark and chocolate-y.

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I remember when stuff like these thrilled the hell out of me. Now it's just giving me one big headache.

karting fever

team players
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at Fork's opening last night, i got to try out karting in full gear for the first time. Never mind the DOM encounter(eeow), the inappropriate footwear (boots!?!) and my inability to drive for real (no license here), those 12 minutes of pure adrenalin and sheer fun made up for it. Damn, my arms are so weak now. :-P

Social Swarming chuva

Saguijo rocked with Ninja Kiss Prod's prod with bands like Bagetsafonik and Sandwich bringing down the house!


Fasyon! It's Flip Gear's launch @ Embassy ---kudos to Carlos for giving me the heads up on the event ;-) Cheers, y'all!

started as a monday...

...but felt like a friday. or a saturday. Hmmm. what's wrong with this picture?

Checking out MM's finest in avant arde designs as well as peering in first into a beachin' line fo clothing sounded something i should be doing on the weekend, not on a Monday. But hell, it's fashion week, and as they say,fasyon! never dies.

So armed with new shoes (which, btw, were NOT a good buy, pretty as they may be), my new dress (lovely shade of spring), and a gal pal in hand (we were only too happy to chill and have a few free drinks!), we caught the show halfway into its end.

Social swarming eludes my desire to be anonymous as we saw old college mates, familiar (?) faces and well, new friends.
Booze, good sounds and great people made the night a lot better than we first assumed it would be. The night ends with some good ol' dancing, some tipsy-ness (no phone fiasco, thank you!) and a sweet ride home. The only question ihad for the night, aside from why did Sandwich only belt out two songs, was:

Where did my ziggies go???

Damn.

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Nightcap of music, jamming and some lovely motorcycle ogling at Blueridge. ahhh, ce'st la vie.

Strains of "the way you look tonight" just heightens the melancholy mood set by a lovely view of Marikina and a few beers.

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in communicado

The mad rush of the water against my hands momentarily clears me of my drunken state. I stare at my cellphone, lazily floating away in the sink before i realize what a complete idiot i was to put it down beside the faucet. Damn damn damn. Its lights flicker momentarily before succumbing to its untimely death.

Damn. damn. damn.

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I found temporary refuge in your arms. Last night's fiasco still permeates a bit while i slept, yet your company kept it at bay.

The morning came and with it, my memories. Damn. damn. damn.

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No chance to speak or talk about what's done. *sigh* at This point, i don't even know how to bring it up. Yet in our silence we find a common ground. What is, is. Whatever the hell THAT is.

:-(

All the sadness in the world cannot surmount mine at this time...

another weekend...

The rain dampens my enthusiasm for the weekend. I keep wondering how the hell i'm going to enjoy the parties with the freakin rain coming down.

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Herb left a few days back. I feel really sad losing another friend to abroad but well, it is a scholarship, and yes, i know she will do so much better there (i miss ya girl!) We reminisced while packing, eaeting ice cream and chatting about the usual "not-so-usual" topics, like frogs and migrating toads.:-P Go figure. Herb, i hope you got in safe dearie! Make me proud and learn how to braid your hair, k?

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Depression strikes again. I think it's the weather. The rainy days have come (much to my surprise) and with it came my reminiscing/melancholy mood. I feel like lighting up a garam, nurse a cup of joe and just stare out into the nothingness.

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Had tea with an old officemate yesterday. It's great catching up with people... i miss hanging! The afternoon glow of a semi-wewt thursday is quite interesting, especially in Ortigas. I feel like i'm going back in time. Walking through emerald to Tektite (where my friend works) we reminisce of days gone by, of old colleagues and bizaare job orders, even laughed through some weird mishaps in the office. It's nice to go through memory lane once in a while.

adieu

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda

friday swing

friday_karaoke
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no need for a band to keep you entertained! karaoke anyone?

80iest!!!

80iest!!!
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reminscing the 80s a couple of weeks back with some fun-lovin' party souls

migraine

hilong hilo nako.

Smoking nonstop a record of 5 sticks of garams in a spam of four hours gets to you that way.

Damn damn damn.

Maybe it's the stress of another working week (a few hours from now). Maybe it's the hormones gone haywire (damn this irregularity of mood swings). Perhaps it's the intense tension of having to be in the same room with a person you just want to kick in the freakin' arse. Maybe it's the sadness of an impending departure of a dear old friend.

maybe it's all that. *sigh*

sh*t. This freakin' headache better go away.

kitty + bunnie

kitty and bunnie
Originally uploaded by wanderlust_junkie.

Had a fab night with Kitz, Vince, Sonic and new friend William --- we watched ICE AGE 2's premiere! Twa sa fun night (the movie was kinda fun, but not really) but we ended up the night with a nightcap at El Pueblo's Congo Grille. NO pics for tonight though (aww) but here's a pic from last saturday's happy pix to celebrate and illustrate the kitty+bunnie tandem. heheheh.

Other highlights for the day:
- mornin' romp & a drive thru breakfast
- Shopping spree with mom! :-)
- fab finds for my new room
- new dress (yehey!!!)
- chillin' with the momsky :-D

haunts

Due to public demand (?) i have decided to share some of the stories i heard about my new abode.

One night, my housemate and his friend decided to have a few drinks in the house. It was late, and being a big old house, the house was quiet except for a few squeaks. My housemate's friend was going to sleep in the room next to mine, which had windows that was fronting the side garden.

It was dark, around midnight, and he was drunk. He noticed that there was a rustling outside his window and peered to look. There was a small kid looking back at him! His eyes were blankly staring back, and he was so pale. The hair on his back started to stand out and he bolted out of his drunken stupor, running out of the room yelling for my friend. When asked, he described the boy vividly, and my friend started smiling a bit. He later showed him a pic of a young boy. "is this the boy?" my friend asked. "yes, that's him!" My friend later told him it was his great grandfather as a young kid, who usually was seen around as a kid going about the house to "check up" on the people.

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My friend himself had a particular experience with his kid. On a really hot night, he and his niece and nephew decided to sleep in the car and turn the a/c on. His nephew, about 5, was super "likot" (restless) and was moving about always, so he tyends to get lost most of the time. Sometime during the night he woke up, and saw that his nephew was gone from the car. He saw a figure of a kid running about outsided and thought it was him, so he decided to follow it. They had a mad goosechase around the house before he realized that it wasn't his nephew. CHills started to dawn on him when he saw that it was his great grandfather. He ran back to the car, saw his nephew and niece sleeping inside, which he saw that a part nearby the car started to smoke. So he woke them up and they were able to put out the fire. In a way, he figured, it was his grandfather keeping him away from danger.

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Granted, the haunts are not scary, and they are pretty harmless, but hell, i don't want to personally experience seeing one :-P

pre-weekend

It's thursday, baby!

Can't wait for the weekend... can't believe i've been working my ass off since i started, and now i am sooo ready for the freakin' weekend. Geez. :-P

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So what's been happening so far....

Banged up my freakin' knee recently, so i am "semi-seriously injured" (yep, limpin' baby) and have a seriously scary wound just staring out to the public (it hurts!)... yup, i am an accident prone girl, that i am... Had a scare the other night courtesy of my new housemate, Dex ---he scared the bejezus out of me when he started telling me scary stories about our house (which are true!) and for that i had a major attack ---- Damn you Dex! Chilled with Ais and Jane while dishing out girl talk and more over ice cream...yummmy..... work work work!

Dammit, i miss my old life. But i love my new room :-) hehhe.

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*sigh* i really do.

F1 sunday!!!

F1 sunday!
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Havin' more pics! F1 sunday proved to be more fun than i expected :-)

weekend what-have-yous part deux

Weekend pics, care of Kittee! Yey!





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F1 sunday. Got into high gear (albeit a splitting headache) as i watched the malaysian race with the blueridge crew at the Fort's Speedzone. Ooh lala. I think i'm getting into racing this year.

Didn't win in the raffle (too bad my driver got pushed out of the race on the first run) but i did get to check out the carting at Speedzone. Reminds me of Glendale's go cart place (sans the date and with better equipment). Hmmm. I wanna go carting now!

Got to chill with the cutie cousins of housemate Sonic (well, babysitting is more like it, hahah).

A confrontation with klepto girl rounded up the afternoon spent with buddies Duane, Mike, Dex, Corinne and Maloy. LOL.

Dinner at Mickey D's (whoo-hoo, i'm so cheap) and a night cap of iced coffee with Nons capped the evening. Ah, im tired.

Now the week begins. Hmmm.

I wish i slept more.

dinner with aums and arvz

dinner with aums and arvz
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last saturday's dinner plans! :-) had a fab dinner with my cousin Aumer (soon to be a bride!), her fiance Arvz, and a few close friends to discuss wedding plans and just chill :-)

i don't wanna hear ...

i don't wanna know...

Aaaagh. The tipsy feeling that i have euphorically held unto is fast dissipating with my frustration. Frustration at the assh*le of a cabbie, at the night's eventual demise and my apparent lack of conviction to my resolutions...

please don't say i'm sorry...

Beep. I hear my phone but i don't want to check it. The messages contained may just make me feel more frustrated. Yargh. Why doi always seem to put myself in this freakin' position!??!?! Green eyed monster, take your claws out!

I've heard it all before...

I need a stiff drink to recapture my early rapture, dammit. *sigh* And work looms in a few hours.....

getting my fix

mmmm. absolut vanilia and diet coke is DA BOMB. Had my fix of it last night with galpal Corinne at Makati's Tiananmen bar. We celebrated my moving into my newpad, which incidentally, she is part of. Cheers, housemate!

A round of drinks later with Sonic after his meeting. Decided to head over to Brown Paper bag in Libis for some good chow and cheap drinks.

Loved the atmosphere but the wengweng was a little too strong.

Had a nightcap elsewhere.

mmmm.... twas a good night, indeed.

in transit (again)

Moving is such a tedious chore. I really don't understand why, but moving around here in the country a lot more effort than anywhere else. Is it the traffic? the heat? the damnable service crew who takes up most of your time by doing something else other than helping you?

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Damn. My shoes are taking up too much space (and i've already sized it down to 4 pairs, thank you very much!) Hmmm. what to sacrfice? style or comfort?

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Beep. :-)

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*pfffft*

Constantly craving absolut vanilla and diet coke these days. Hmmm. Damn, that was good stuff (thanks Nonz! I luv that drink!)

MMmmm. wonder if i can get my hands on some this coming weekend. tee-hee. That will make my week.

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Beep. There you go again, making me think. Your messages send mixed signals that i want to just sit you down and ask you upfront WHY.

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All this packing is making me go crazy. The sad part is, i really want to bring a LOT of stuff. But of course i can't. sheeesh. Talking to numbingly lethargic people over the phone doesn't help either.

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bored bored bored.... (hahha, halata ba?)

After checking my accounts for the nth time (yes, i get bored easily) i decided to put my "break from packing" togood use and answer a meme. Hahaha. Go figure.

CRAVING- bellini's truffle gelato (mmmm......)

PRESENT FAVORITE SONG- Akin ka na Lang / Buwan (itchyworms)

LAST FOOD U ATE- some garlic mushrooms made by the cook :-D

LAST SONG PLAYED- Falling star (itchyworms) ---nakikinig ako sa album eh

LAST SONG U SANG?- see previous answer :-D

LAST GIFT U RECEIVED?- a lollipop from haydz :-)

LAST GAME U ENJOYED PLAYING- quake arena with my lil bro

LAST TIME U HAD UR HAIRCUT- just a few days ago

LAST ALCOHOL U DRANK- Strong Ice!

LAST BOOK YOU READ- the historian by Elizabeth K. (still reading it actually)

LAST BIRTHDAY ATTENDED- noni's (kahit wala sya, hahha) sa BSM

LAST GIMIK/ OUTING?- yesterday --- work with Nons @ a coffee shop

LAST THING U DO BEFORE U GO TO SLEEP- go OC and check the covers

LAST THING U BOUGHT- coffee

LAST MALL U VISITED- SM Iloilo

LAST MOVIE U WATCHED- Last Holiday

LAST PERSON WHO PICKED YOU UP- my brother (from the airport)

PRESENT PERSON U HATE- hmmm...none at the moment

LAST PERSON U TEXTED- Zsa, if she's home na

LAST PERSON U TALKED TO - Mark, my officemate (the files, the files...LOL)

LAST BREAK-UP- November 2005

PRESENT CRUSH- di sya sikat eh

PRESENT THOUGHTS- dammit i should be elsewhere right now....

hopeful?

Mi caramelo, yo deseo que las cosas fueran diferentes. puedo sólo esperanza que usted lo sabe suficiente en cambiarlo. La pelota, a fin de cuentas, está en su tribunal.

ruminations

So i'm back to the province for a few days. Silence has never been as appealing to me as it is right now.

yeah right.

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Fortunately, i will be lugging back most of my stuff back to the metro in a few days (yay!) and moving into my new residence/room (evenmore yey!) as a new addition to my old college buddy's house --- a move that is surprisingly easy to make.

He and i have been friends since waay back in college, and we have been through enough sucafests,gimiks,heartbreaks and otehr chuvaloos to have anything surprising shock us both. What's just odd and somewhat interesting is he shares the same name as my last ex, so people when i tell them i was moving into his house, they automatically go into two reactions. One is: "wTF!??! He's here?" and, "Oh,jezus, you guys are back living together!??!" LOL. Pretty funny.

So anyway, with a promise of a red room and some possibilities of new furniture and stuff (yey!) i am looking forward to coming back to the metro and living again. Hmmm. Looks like this year is gonna be pretty damn interesting too....

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eclipses

enclose me in your warm embrace
maybe the night won't be so cold
the sonnets echo my melancholy
the moon witnesses my musings
once again

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Your parting left me breathless
as sinewy lips met mine
drunk
we are both drunk with the moment
and harsh reality
brings us back to earth
the daylight sheds light
to the haziness of the night
and i wake up
wondering

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seduce me with your eyes
your gaze
kills me on the spot
standstill
i am blinded and bound

everybody's working for the weekend....

Good. Too many meetings and i get extended here. hahah.

Friday and i'm tired....from all the walking! Had to walk 6 blocks inMakati to get to my meeting. Sheesh. Damn the friday traffic. Thank goodness for good friends and lots of makeup samples! hehehe....

OOh, got me a mani! yey!

Fab gig last night! Itchyworms rocked the casbah, Twisted Halo channeled all its singing stylistics to new levels, IDWAC was pretty happening and SVC brought down the house. Damn, that was good. Nice start for lil bro to get used to the Manila scene...

Mi caramelo your messages send me sweet thrills. :-)

Now a couple more days before i head back home to pack.... tee-heee....

same wavelength

Oddities of this crazy life: the fact that two people no matter the distance or difference, can think alike.

i love that about us, mi caramelo.

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Speculations of the future offer no comfort. What is now is best taken care of. Yet amid all these rationalizations, i can't shake off your feeling for me. Just what is this!?!

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Sex and the City revisited. I feel like Carrie in The Big Time episode... *sigh* demons, away!

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i need to go get myself another drink.

One more for the road...

despedida
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with barely 12 hours before his flight, Roo had a night of good company, hi-jinx and a mini-college reunion with his 'kada. I'm gonna miss ya Roo! See ya in a few months...

OPEN Letter to our Leaders

Amidall the hullabaloo was going on last week, nobody really knew what to do after they got GMA out. I'm so glad this guy voiced it out so well.

The following letter was written by Melvin Mangada of TBWA/Santiago Mangada Puno and Associates, One of the Philippines' top creative minds, heading one of the nation's top Advertising Agencies.


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Open Letter to Our Leaders

Dear Tita Cory, Senators, Congressmen, Businessmen, Media people, Leftists, and all Bleeding Hearts Out There:

I am angry. And I know that there are many out there who are angrier than I am for the same reason. And that reason is simple. I am sick and tired of all you guys claiming to speak for me and many Filipinos. I feel like screaming every time you mouth words about fighting for my freedom and my rights, when you obviously are just thinking about yours. You tell me that the essence of democracy is providing every citizen the right to speak his or her mind and make his or her own informed judgments, but you yourselves do not respect my silence and the choices I and many others have made. In other words, your concept of democracy is limited to having your rights and your freedoms respected, at the expense of ours.

I am utterly flabbergasted that you still do not get it: we already responded to your calls, and our response has been very clear - we chose not to heed your calls to go to EDSA or to Fort Bonifacio not because we do not love our country or our freedoms or our rights, but precisely because we love our country even more. Because quite frankly, we are prepared to lose our freedoms and our rights just to move this country forward. You may think that is not correct, you can tell me all the dire warnings about the evils of authoritarian rule, but quite frankly all we see is your pathetic efforts to prop up your cause. You tell me that you are simply protecting my freedoms and my rights, but who told you to do that? I assure you that when I feel that my rights and my freedoms are at a peril, I will stand up and fight for them myself.

You tell us that GMA is not the right person to lead this country because she has done immoral acts. As someone who sees immorality being committed wantonly in many ways every day and by everyone (yes, including the ones you do), I may have become jaded. But you have not been able to offer me any viable alternative, while GMA has bent over backwards many times to accommodate you while continuing to work hard despite all the obstacles and the brickbats you have thrown her way. From where I sit, she is the one who has been working really hard to move this country forward while all of you have been so busy with one and only one thing: to make sure she does not succeed. So forgive me if I do not want to join you in your moral pissing contest. Forgive me if I have chosen to see things from another perspective. You say she is the problem. I say, we are the problem, more to the point, I think you are a bigger problem than she is. Taking her out may solve part of the problem, but that leaves us with a bigger problem: you. That is right, YOU!

While I felt outraged that she called a Comelec official during the elections and that she may have rigged the elections, I have since then taken the higher moral ground and forgiven her. Yes my dear bishops, I have done what you have told me to do since I was a child, which you say is the Christian and moral thing to do: forgive. Especially since she has asked for forgiveness and has tried to make amends for it. Erap certainly has not apologized and continues to be defiant, continuing to insult us everyday with his protestations. Cory has not apologized for her incompetence but we have forgiven her just the same because like GMA, she has worked hard after all.

I know you do not think that GMA's apology was not enough, or that she was insincere, or that that apology should not be the end of it, but please spare me the hypocrisy of telling me that you do so for the sake of protecting the moral fiber of society. The real reason is because you smell blood and wants to go for the kill.

Well, I have news for you. I do not like her too. I did not even vote for her. I voted for Raul Roco. But as much as I do not like her, I do not like you even more. I may not trust her, but guess what; I do not trust you even more.

You know why? Because all you do is whine and sabotage this country. You belittle every little progress we make; conveniently forgetting that it is not just GMA who has been working so hard to achieve them. Every single day, we keep the faith burning in our hearts that this country will finally pull itself out of the mess and we work so hard to do that. Every little progress is the result of our collective effort, we who toil hard everyday in our jobs. Yet, you persist in one and only thing: making GMA look bad in the eyes of the world and making sure that this country continues to suffer to prove your sorry point. In the process, you continue to destroy what we painstakingly try to build. So please do not be surprised that I do not share your cause. Do not be surprised that we have become contemptuous of your antics. You have moved heaven and earth to destroy her credibility, you have convened all kinds of fora and hearings and all you have done is test our patience to the core. For all your effort, you have only succeeded in dragging us further down. I say enough.

Don't get me wrong. I am not asking that we take immorality lying down, or that we let the President get away with anything illegal. But you have tried to prove your accusations all these time and you have not succeeded, so it is time to let things be. Besides, you are doing something immoral as well if not utterly unforgivable. The Magdalo soldiers are consorting with the communists - the same people who have been trying to kill democracy for years. Cory has been consorting with Erap and the Marcoses.

So please wake up and take a reality check. In the absence of true and genuine moral leadership, many of us have decided to cast our lot with the President, even if we do not like her. A flawed leader is better than scheming power hungry fools who can not even stand up for their convictions in the face of an impending arrest.

Your coup attempts and the denials that you have consequently made only underscore what we think is true: you are spineless and unreliable people whose only defense is to cry suppression when your ruse do not work. You are like bullies who taunt and provoke, but cry oppression when taken to task for your cruelty.

I would have respected you if you took the consequences of your actions like real heroes: calmly and responsibly instead of kicking and screaming and making lame excuses. You say you are willing to die for us, that you do all these things for the country and the Filipino, but you are not even willing to go to jail for us.

Come on, you really think we believe that you did not want to bring down the government when that is the one and only thing you have been trying to do in the last many months?

We love this country and we want peace and progress. Many among us do not give a f*&k who sits at Malacanang because we will work hard and do our share to make things work. If you only do your jobs, the ones that we elected you to do, things would be a lot simpler and easier for every one.

The events during the weekend only proved one thing. You are more dangerous and a serious threat to this country than GMA is. We have seen what you are capable of doing - you are ready to burn this country and reduce everything to ashes just to prove your point. If there is something that we need protection from, it is protection from you.

wandering....

looking for 2Bedroom or 3bedroom apartment that's affordable easy to access and in a safe neighborhood. Preferred area around the UP Ateneo campus/ T.Morato/ New Manila. Don't mind bunkinng with other peeps (if it's a HOUSE), but it's two of us and we need separate rooms (hence the 2 bedrooms). Any leads will be appreciated ASAP. contact me. thanks.

shake it off

You didn't ask for commitment nor did you say anything of it.

Then why does this feel like one?


i care about you a lot.


You didnt ask to have feelings but then you just realize them. it was there just slowly creeping in. Amid all the figures of speech it comes out to bite you in the ass.


beso, Mi caramelo.


You wish now you hadn't asked. Thre truth hurts though it should have been enough to just not know.

You wonder about the what ifs again. Maybe it's just better not to ask.


You begin to wonder when did everything have so much at stake. (ouch, my heart. i hear it breaking.)

happy bunnies

restless

The entire weekend flashes like a blur... in between interesting text messages and party hardy nights i reflect and find myself thinking a lot about what ifs. Life's too short for what ifs.

The music blares. The lights flash before me and people's faces blur around me as i take another sip. Pass the beer please.

I need another drink.

Beep beep. I see another text and instantly wish i am in another place. Damn, i wish you were here, mi caramelo. I scan the crowd looking for reprieve. Amid the crowd i see him.

Our eyes meet more than once. I think i'm ready for that drink now.

friday i'm in love....

dinner with friends. ukay galore. truth or fibs gone awry ---ok, chismis na lang tayo! naughty messages, sweet nothings. 80s revival. drunk on banana rhum and light beer (eeow, but nice). happy posts. kodakan and late night chibog. Mcdo 24 hours is my friend. quasi-reunion at powerbooks. exchange numbers tayo! dating do's and don'ts. shirtless dates (ooh lala!). looking forward the weekend....

WTF!??!!!

The Bottom Line
Your health is ruled by your head, too, so get in touch with positive emotions.

In Detail
There's just no doubt about it -- you've been an especially good person lately. So when 'the one you thought had gotten away' suddenly turns up, think of it as a lovely surprise -- a second shot at the title. Oh, and when it happens, if you can let go of the past long enough to smile at them, give yourself a reward. You definitely deserve it.

march-ing in

Ahh, new month, new list item to cross out.

Dammit, i need my Latin fix.

EDSA, Pinas and everything else...

Just what is it about going abroad that makes you think you're better off?

The EDSA phenom continues to fascinate me in more ways than one.

More links to good updates and reads here.

Letters to the government start pouring in.

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new hair!!!

new hair
Originally uploaded by wanderlust_junkie.

new year, new look, part deux.

now people can't mistake me for anything else BUT asian.

LOL.

State of the Nation

Misinfomation, views and more opinions are racking the country as the nation struggles amid this SOE.

I wonder what will happen tomorrow. This is getting too much of a headache --- too many people trying to change so many things, each with his own agenda, believing that his idea is better than the others.

I wish i can be apathetic, but i can't. I wish i can easily choose sides like the people on thes treets, but i can't. What i believe in before is now questioned --- too much misinformation, too many emotions running on high --- it's almost impossible to point out who's right and who's wrong. Too many figures utilizing the confusion, using EDSA, using this hullabaloo for their own purposes. Just what is it do you want?

Change is inevitable, yes. But what makes you think your change is the better solution?

We are here to develop our country, not tear it apart.

a not so distant memory

malaysia
Originally uploaded by wanderlust_junkie.

i wanna go back!!! Wanderlusting strikes again...


*SIGH*

signs of the times.

State of emergency thoughts, more of this through Psychicpant's links.

Oh, dear. We seem to have the penchant to be on the news... in a bad way. i hope to GOD this madness stops soon....

blink

Sit down and have a cup of tea. Yes, i know, it's not fancy or anything, but it will keep you warm. Don't you remember? You don't drink that much coffee. You said you preferred tea. Come to think of it, every time we went out for coffee you never ordered the damn thing.

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Silence is comforting, don't you think? i had my cup of coffee today, amid the bustle of ortigas. I lost myself in the flurry of the hotel lobby of the Shangri-La, momentarily getting away from Manila's reality. Yes, for a while it felt like Kotah again. Ahhh..again with the wandering thoughts, you would chide me if you were there!

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Walking around is too much, especially in this heat. i wonder how people do this all the time, not that i am against it or anything. In a more bearable weather i may be able to, but not in this humidity. It sticks to you like a wet blanket, icky and moist and dreadfully uncomfortable.

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nognog

I am finally back and i have the tan to prove it. LOL.

Too tired to post pics, too damn lazy to write anything but

I HAD DAMN GOOD FUN. :-)

later.

la familia on Vday 06

la_familia on Vday 06
Originally uploaded by wanderlust_junkie.

celebrating Vday with family! :-) here's a not-so formal pic of us at dinner :-)

happy hearts day!

JP_n_me2

JP_n_me2
Originally uploaded by wanderlust_junkie.

my lil' bro, soon to be a college student ---proud sis ba?? hehehehe

big_bro_n_me2

big_bro_n_me2
Originally uploaded by wanderlust_junkie.

my brother, often mistaken as " the boyfriend" --- LOL!!!

halo halo spatial!

FINAL INVITATIONS [Converted]
Originally uploaded by wanderlust_junkie.

cousins and coffee

thirdy_n_me
Originally uploaded by wanderlust_junkie.

Introducing my caffeine partner in crime and fellow insomniac, cousin Thirdy! Got to chill with him tonight (he's off duty from the hospital) and share a cup of joe before going back to the bedlam that is work (and school...) yey!

wanderlusting again!!!

oh, the anticipation... in a few days i will be trippin' again and hoppin' to check out wonderful Malaysia! :-D cheers.... hmmm. already i am restlessly packing and unpacking, wondering how the HELL i'm going to survive the immediate environment change and yes, wondering if i have starved myself enough to do justice to my suit. Hahaha. fat chance of THAT happening, but all the same, i am psyched, looking forward to four days of sun, funa nd yes, wanderlusting :-D

Il Ponticello events

OVERTONE
Originally uploaded by wanderlust_junkie.

inevitable

Allow me to take this time and immerse myself into a mini-rant.

I hate the despite the fact that my freelancing is doing nicely, certain people still don't give a sh*t or at this point, still look down at it as "some hobby" i'll be getting out of and doing "real" stuff. Shet.

Some things just don't change. Geeez.

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i feel the need to de-stress. I scored 73. How did you do?

Paoie and Lette

heh
Originally uploaded by wanderlust_junkie.

taken at Donna's car's blessing celebration --- that's her bundle of joy, paoie, whose cute charm and hyperactive behavior was a sight to see. Ain't he a cutie?

sheep-ish

rocketing rabbit, that's me. How did you score?

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It's a start of a new week and i'm feeling sluggish. Maybe it's the lack of excitement in my life. Maybe it's the lack of rice in my diet. Whatever it is, it's giving me no energy. *sigh*

I need a life.

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memoirs of a geisha

store check

store_check
Originally uploaded by wanderlust_junkie.

Finally got my first project for the year out. yey!

breakpoint

Oh geez.

A fake bomb threat crushes a throng of people, yet despite the tragedy and cancellation, we hear thousands shouting thatthe show must go on.

Watchingthe tube earlier on Willie's teary apology and hearing all those people urging that the show be pushed through, a thought crossed my mind: incredulity. This is a wake up call on me that yes we are lviing in desperate times --- that amidst the sorrowful tragedy we hear the cry for sheer desperation to win. Yes, money, i can hear you loud and clear.

Good Omen?

(and on a friday too..)

The Bottom Line

Someone's generosity may seem suspicious, but they are not out to gain anything.

In Detail

The powers that be have tossed quite the dilemma your way. The good news is it involves someone you miss -- someone you've been missing dreadfully for a good, long time. Once you bump into them or hear their voice on the phone, force yourself to calm down. Content yourself with just working like crazy around your home. You know how you are when you're mulling things over, and keeping busy with mindless tasks is the best way to make your decision.

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coffee gals

donna_n_zsa
Originally uploaded by wanderlust_junkie.

my caffeine buddies!

memory lane

February na naman!?!!!

WTF!??!!!

ang bilis ng panahon...
so many things happened.
so many faces changed.
so many memories stored.

i wonder how this uber commercialized holiday is going to affect people's reason.

hahaha.

let the love hate begin...

playing turista

So i decided not to go to Cebu. As early as 3am this morning, my mom and i decided that A) my being there was not productive since i will be wandering the streets like a nomad while she does her thing, and B)i just didn't want the experience of being there without anything to do or anybody to hang with. Hmmm.

So i decided to do some "turista" thing on my own here in Iloilo. As early as 9am i left the house, doing my errands/roundup. The thing about Iloilo is, there's a particular street foreverything. Iznart street, for example, is what i call the "financial district", with all sorts of banks just siding up to each other. There are, FYI, two BPI banks just facing each other from each side. After scouring through the streets of downtown looking for the elusive BPI Family Bank (damn, all those banks and none of them are Family Savings!), i finally get to do some banking.

I decide to trace remnants of my childhood by going over some fave haunts. The Birdhouse, one of my favourite restaurants was still there, whoo-hoo! It holds special memories forme and my mom since after school we'd meet up there and eat some of their famous uber-thin crust pizzas and lovely desserts (choco mallows, yum!) Of course, there's the SEBA Bowling alley, just above it where my family would go bowling back in the day (duck pins, anyone?)--it featured soem very interesting lanes as well as honing you into doing the scores manually. I walked over to the Atrium, where i spent most of my high school days being a mallrat (it had the first McDonald's ---something of a wonder when it finallyopened,and i wasin high school already! I tell ya, the probinsyana in me was so happy when good ole' Mickey D's finally said hello to Iloilo.)

The heat is just atrocious outside, hence my turista trip endshere for now. Maybe later i will venture to see the lovely artworks in Museo Iloilo. Hmmmm....

fast track to Cebu

So my mom drops the bomb earlier:

"we're going to Cebu tomorrow".

Uh, ok....

this being my response after telling me, of course. My mind is racing. I'm not really sure what to do when i get to Cebu, or if i should even go. But hey, paid vacatiion, lots of sightseeing (the euphoria will probably last until day 2)and a chance to get some pics :-) Cons? I don't know anybody there.

Hmmm...oh well. Maybe i'll just soak up the sun. weh.

Will update later on how the "trip" is going. hahaha.

Conan O'Brien speaks out!

Commencement Speech to the Havard Class of 2000
by Conan O'Brien

I'd like to thank the Class Marshals for inviting me here today. The last time I was invited to Harvard it cost me $110,000, so you'll forgive me if I'm a bit suspicious. I'd like to announce up front that I have one goal this afternoon: to be half as funny as tomorrow's Commencement Speaker, Moral Philosopher and Economist, Amartya Sen. Must get more laughs than seminal wage/price theoretician.

Students of the Harvard Class of 2000, fifteen years ago I sat where you sit now and I thought exactly what you are now thinking: What's going to happen to me? Will I find my place in the world? Am I really graduating a virgin? I still have 24 hours and my roommate's Mom is hot. I swear she was checking me out. Being here today is very special for me. I miss this place. I especially miss Harvard Square - it's so unique. No where else in the world will you find a man with a turban wearing a Red Sox jacket and working in a lesbian bookstore. Hey, I'm just glad my dad's working.

It's particularly sweet for me to be here today because when I graduated, I wanted very badly to be a Class Day Speaker. Unfortunately, my speech was rejected. So, if you'll indulge me, I'd like to read a portion of that speech from fifteen years ago:

"Fellow students, as we sit here today listening to that classic Ah-ha tune which will definitely stand the test of time, I would like to make several predictions about what the future will hold: I believe that one day a simple Governor from a small Southern state will rise to the highest office in the land. He will lack political skill, but will lead on the sheer strength of his moral authority. I believe that Justice will prevail and, one day, the Berlin Wall will crumble, uniting East and West Berlin forever under Communist rule. I believe that one day, a high speed network of interconnected computers will spring up world-wide, so enriching people that they will lose their interest in idle chit chat and pornography. And finally, I believe that one day I will have a television show on a major network, seen by millions of people a night, which I will use to re-enact crimes and help catch at-large criminals. And then there's some stuff about the death of Wall Street which I don't think we need to get into...."

The point is that, although you see me as a celebrity, a member of the cultural elite, a kind of demigod, I was actually a student here once much like you. I came here in the fall of 1981 and lived in Holworthy. I was, without exaggeration, the ugliest picture in the Freshman Face book. When Harvard asked me for a picture the previous summer, I thought it was just for their records, so I literally jogged in the August heat to a passport photo office and sat for a morgue photo. To make matters worse, when the Face Book came out they put my picture next to Catherine Oxenberg, a stunning blonde actress who was accepted to the class of '85 but decided to defer admission so she could join the cast of "Dynasty." My photo would have looked bad on any page, but next to Catherine Oxenberg, I looked like a mackerel that had been in a car accident. You see, in those days I was six feet four inches tall and I weighed 150 pounds. Recently, I had some structural engineers run those numbers into a computer model and, according to the computer, I collapsed in 1987, killing hundreds in Taiwan.

After freshman year I moved to Mather House. Mather House, incidentally, was designed by the same firm that built Hitler's bunker. In fact, if Hitler had conducted the war from Mather House, he'd have shot himself a year earlier. 1985 seems like a long time ago now. When I had my Class Day, you students would have been seven years old. Seven years old. Do you know what that means? Back then I could have beaten any of you in a fight. And I mean bad. It would be no contest. If any one here has a time machine, seriously, let's get it on, I will whip your seven year old butt. When I was here, they sold diapers at the Coop that said "Harvard Class of 2000." At the time, it was kind of a joke, but now I realize you wore those diapers. How embarrassing for you. A lot has happened in fifteen years. When you think about it, we come from completely different worlds. When I graduated, we watched movies starring Tom Cruise and listened to music by Madonna. I come from a time when we huddled around our TV sets and watched "The Cosby Show" on NBC, never imagining that there would one day be a show called "Cosby" on CBS. In 1985 we drove cars with driver's side airbags, but if you told us that one day there'd be passenger side airbags, we'd have burned you for witchcraft.


But of course, I think there is some common ground between us. I remember well the great uncertainty of this day. Many of you are justifiably nervous about leaving the safe, comfortable world of Harvard Yard and hurling yourself headlong into the cold, harsh world of Harvard Grad School, a plum job at your father's firm, or a year abroad with a gold Amex card and then a plum job in your father's firm. But let me assure you that the knowledge you've gained here at Harvard is a precious gift that will never leave you. Take it from me, your education is yours to keep forever. Why, many of you have read the Merchant of Florence, and that will inspire you when you travel to the island of Spain. Your knowledge of that problem they had with those people in Russia, or that guy in South America-you know, that guy-will enrich you for the rest of your life.

There is also sadness today, a feeling of loss that you're leaving Harvard forever. Well, let me assure you that you never really leave Harvard. The Harvard Fundraising Committee will be on your ass until the day you die. Right now, a member of the Alumni Association is at the Mt. Auburn Cemetery shaking down the corpse of Henry Adams. They heard he had a brass toe ring and they aims to get it. Imagine: These people just raised 2.5 billion dollars and they only got through the B's in the alumni directory. Here's how it works. Your phone rings, usually after a big meal when you're tired and most vulnerable. A voice asks you for money. Knowing they just raised 2.5 billion dollars you ask, "What do you need it for?" Then there's a long pause and the voice on the other end of the line says, "We don't need it, we just want it." It's chilling.


What else can you expect? Let me see, by your applause, who here wrote a thesis. (APPLAUSE) A lot of hard work, a lot of your blood went into that thesis... and no one is ever going to care. I wrote a thesis: Literary Progeria in the works of Flannery O'Connor and William Faulkner. Let's just say that, during my discussions with Pauly Shore, it doesn't come up much. For three years after graduation I kept my thesis in the glove compartment of my car so I could show it to a policeman in case I was pulled over. (ACT OUT) License, registration, cultural exploration of the Man Child in the Sound and the Fury...



So what can you expect out there in the real world? Let me tell you. As you leave these gates and re-enter society, one thing is certain: Everyone out there is going to hate you. Never tell anyone in a roadside diner that you went to Harvard. In most situations the correct response to where did you to school is, "School? Why, I never had much in the way of book larnin' and such." Then, get in your BMW and get the hell out of there.


You see, you're in for a lifetime of "And you went to Harvard?" Accidentally give the wrong amount of change in a transaction and it's, "And you went to Harvard?" Ask the guy at the hardware store how these jumper cables work and hear, "And you went to Harvard?" Forget just once that your underwear goes inside your pants and it's "and you went to Harvard." Get your head stuck in your niece's dollhouse because you wanted to see what it was like to be a giant and it's "Uncle Conan, you went to Harvard!?"


But to really know what's in store for you after Harvard, I have to tell you what happened to me after graduation. I'm going to tell you my story because, first of all, my perspective may give many of you hope, and, secondly, it's an amazing rush to stand in front of six thousand people and talk about yourself.

After graduating in May, I moved to Los Angeles and got a three week contract at a small cable show. I got a $380 a month apartment and bought a 1977 Isuzu Opel, a car Isuzu only manufactured for a year because they found out that, technically, it's not a car. Here's a quick tip, graduates: no four cylinder vehicle should have a racing stripe. I worked at that show for over a year, feeling pretty good about myself, when one day they told me they were letting me go. I was fired and, I hadn't saved a lot of money. I tried to get another job in television but I couldn't find one.


So, with nowhere else to turn, I went to a temp agency and filled out a questionnaire. I made damn sure they knew I had been to Harvard and that I expected the very best treatment. And so, the next day, I was sent to the Santa Monica branch of Wilson's House of Suede and Leather. When you have a Harvard degree and you're working at Wilson's House of Suede and Leather, you are haunted by the ghostly images of your classmates who chose Graduate School. You see their faces everywhere: in coffee cups, in fish tanks, and they're always laughing at you as you stack suede shirts no man, in good conscience, would ever wear. I tried a lot of things during this period: acting in corporate infomercials, serving drinks in a non-equity theatre, I even took a job entertaining at a seven year olds' birthday party. In desperate need of work, I put together some sketches and scored a job at the fledgling Fox Network as a writer and performer for a new show called "The Wilton North Report." I was finally on a network and really excited. The producer told me the show was going to revolutionize television. And, in a way, it did. The show was so hated and did so badly that when, four weeks later, news of its cancellation was announced to the Fox affiliates, they burst into applause.


Eventually, though, I got a huge break. I had submitted, along with my writing partner, a batch of sketches to Saturday Night Live and, after a year and a half, they read it and gave us a two week tryout. The two weeks turned into two seasons and I felt successful. Successful enough to write a TV pilot for an original sitcom and, when the network decided to make it, I left Saturday Night Live. This TV show was going to be groundbreaking. It was going to resurrect the career of TV's Batman, Adam West. It was going to be a comedy without a laugh track or a studio audience. It was going to change all the rules. And here's what happened: When the pilot aired it was the second lowest-rated television show of all time. It's tied with a test pattern they show in Nova Scotia.

So, I was 28 and, once again, I had no job. I had good writing credits in New York, but I was filled with disappointment and didn't know what to do next. I started smelling suede on my fingertips. And that's when The Simpsons saved me. I got a job there and started writing episodes about Springfield getting a Monorail and Homer going to College. I was finally putting my Harvard education to good use, writing dialogue for a man who's so stupid that in one episode he forgot to make his own heart beat. Life was good.


And then, an insane, inexplicable opportunity came my way . A chance to audition for host of the new Late Night Show. I took the opportunity seriously but, at the same time, I had the relaxed confidence of someone who knew he had no real shot. I couldn't fear losing a great job I had never had. And, I think that attitude made the difference. I'll never forget being in the Simpson's recording basement that morning when the phone rang. It was for me. My car was blocking a fire lane. But a week later I got another call: I got the job.


So, this was undeniably the it: the truly life-altering break I had always dreamed of. And, I went to work. I gathered all my funny friends and poured all my years of comedy experience into building that show over the summer, gathering the talent and figuring out the sensibility. We debuted on September 13, 1993 and I was happy with our effort. I felt like I had seized the moment and put my very best foot forward. And this is what the most respected and widely read television critic, Tom Shales, wrote in the Washington Post: "O'Brien is a living collage of annoying nervous habits. He giggles and titters, jiggles about and fiddles with his cuffs. He had dark, beady little eyes like a rabbit. He's one of the whitest white men ever. O'Brien is a switch on the guest who won't leave: he's the host who should never have come. Let the Late show with Conan O'Brien become the late, Late Show and may the host return to Conan O'Blivion whence he came." There's more but it gets kind of mean.


Needless to say, I took a lot of criticism, some of it deserved, some of it excessive. And it hurt like you wouldn't believe. But I'm telling you all this for a reason. I've had a lot of success and I've had a lot of failure. I've looked good and I've looked bad. I've been praised and I've been criticized. But my mistakes have been necessary. Except for Wilson's House of Suede and Leather. That was just stupid.

I've dwelled on my failures today because, as graduates of Harvard, your biggest liability is your need to succeed. Your need to always find yourself on the sweet side of the bell curve. Because success is a lot like a bright, white tuxedo. You feel terrific when you get it, but then you're desperately afraid of getting it dirty, of spoiling it in any way.


I left the cocoon of Harvard, I left the cocoon of Saturday Night Live, I left the cocoon of The Simpsons. And each time it was bruising and tumultuous. And yet, every failure was freeing, and today I'm as nostalgic for the bad as I am for the good.


So, that's what I wish for all of you: the bad as well as the good. Fall down, make a mess, break something occasionally. And remember that the story is never over. If it's all right, I'd like to read a little something from just this year: "Somehow, Conan O'Brien has transformed himself into the brightest star in the Late Night firmament. His comedy is the gold standard and Conan himself is not only the quickest and most inventive wit of his generation, but quite possible the greatest host ever."


Ladies and Gentlemen, Class of 2000, I wrote that this morning, as proof that, when all else fails, there's always delusion.

I'll go now, to make bigger mistakes and to embarrass this fine institution even more. But let me leave you with one last thought: If you can laugh at yourself loud and hard every time you fall, people will think you're drunk.


Thank you.

anticipating....

Zsa zsa Zaturna lives!

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I have high hopes for February. Hmmm.... is this good?

pre-dagyang antics

dagyang
Originally uploaded by wanderlust_junkie.

I'm too partied out to write anything. :-P

magkapatid

magkapatid
Originally uploaded by wanderlust_junkie.

and they say we're a couple... LOL

happy thoughts

Good friends / reunions / late night calls (booty and otherwise) / BigSkyMind!!! / coffee and conversations / dinners with great company / late night walks / rainy talks and wine at 3am / movie watching / Makati trippin' / the search for the elusive hand bag! / dinner parties that end with jellos / catching up in the wee hours before my flight ...

It's so good to be visiting Manila.

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Ps. I love your emails. They were put me in a happy mood. Ciudate

Ink-a-links

Recently browsed over fellow inkies' sites. Wow, found this and i was so surprised! LOL!!! i miss INK! Jovan, pano ba magbayad ng membership fee, ha??


from SuperLuwi's files

trippin'

It's weird. I guess i've never been good at timing.

In a few hours i'll be heading to Manila for a few days. It's funny i was always thinking of heading back ASAP, but never for the reason i have now. Turns out i got to clear an AWOL status in my dear old alma mater (that's for skipping the LOA slip!argh) in order to get a TOR. Geez. All this red tape... I just hope all goes well. Not only that, i'm leaving in the middle of all these deadlines which, for some reason, cropped up at the end of the month. Hmmm...i guess life can throw some pretty oddball challenges one way or another. Then again, living this "dangerously" was always part of my routine. hahaha. (fact is, nothing i ever planned ever really went through the way i want it)

So it's going to be an eventful number of days, hopefully i can squeeze in a coffee date with the girls, some catch up with old friends, maybe a new connection or two and iron out some more details about upcoming projects :-P

Hmmm. man, i need to straighten out my plans before Feb comes in...

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I love receiving pictures in the (e)mail!!! happy <3 <3

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whoo-hooo!!!!

Having a Perfect time on the 10th round, Manny proves to everyone that anybody can be a winner. :-)

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Wow, after this giddiness, i dunno what to do next! :-P

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rematch

In a few hours, the Philippines' Manny "Pac-Man" Pacquaio will be hitting it off with Erik Morales, his opponent from last year's match. It's a re-match, one that is eagerly awaited by both Filipinos, Mexicans and die-hard boxing fans all over. It's gonna start at around 9PM US time, so since it's live, it's gonna be shown here around 10am. I remember the last time i saw Manny fight.

It was around the same time last year, and my then-boyfriend and i actually woke up early to see it. It was a sunday like this one (it's a saturday fight), and since he had no tv in his apartment, we scoured around Katipunan to find a tv that had cable so we can watch it. It was actually some surreal experience of sorts, given the fact that it was a) a sunday, and i woke up EARLY (hahahah), b) we were actually WALKING around a couple of blocks just trying to find a resto/bar that was open at 8am and had a tv with the sports channel on. We managed to secure ourselves a place in a grill bar which had terrible food but a big ass tv. Sadly, we found out that due to satellite problems, they were airing it a few hours LATER. :-P I remember thinking, i love Pacquaio and my country, but this is bull sh*t. I wanna go to sleep.

Thankfully, another friend who was also into boxing gave us the heads up to spend the afternoon at his place to watch the fight. We ended up not watching it, but hearing it on the radio, which had a faster access to the fight (Manny lost, sadly). At this point i was able to catch some zzz's and well, despite the loss, felt that the day accounted for something. The moral of this story? Well, nothing really, except, better make sure you have access to cable tv if you're planning to watch something that's as hard to watch as this.

So another year's passed and here i am again, awake at the crack of dawn and scanning the schedule to check out the fight. The boyfriend is gone, the cable tv's at my grasp, and yes, i am awake this early, so this rematch might be interesting...after all, it is Pacquaio.

craving for...

craving for...
Originally uploaded by wanderlust_junkie.

i want my vitamin water!!!!

faerie wishes

Originally uploaded by bunnie_lette.

relate (d)

Reading through my friends' blogs, i see this and i am, well, enlightened. haha. Perhaps there is a rainbow's end to this soul-searching.

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Finally done with part one of my project! whoo-hoo! :-) *dances for joy* NOw if only i can finish that darn paper... :-P

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pics,pics,pics!:-) *bunnie is happee*

2046

In 2046, they say that if you have a secret, you either dig a hole and whisper your secret to it so it will not be found out. Perhaps a hole in the wall will do too...whatever it is, it is your secret holder. it is your dream catcher.

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I used to have that, my secret holder. He'd give me a smile and just listen. He'd not say anything,just listen. I tell him my fears, my thoughts, my doubts, my happiness. Though he won't say anything, just having him hear me out made me feel a lot better. Just like that hole in the wall that kept all those secrets, never giving them away.
My dream catcher.

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Shout outs

Querido, your emails light up my day! :-)

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Happy birthday to Archie and Berg! Hope you guys have a good one... ;-)

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Philweavers' MBD is coming up this february. Are you going?

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Ooh-la-la!!!

Just can't get enough of House --- and i'm so ecstatic to find out they won a Golden Globe tonight! :-) yey!!!!

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I just don't know why i'm so perky tonight. Maybe it's the fact that for the first time since i got here, i was awake for the day --- went to the gym, had breakfast with my mom and brother, did my errands, went to the doctor and got to chill. Or maybe it's the lack of sleep i have in my system (40 hours and going...)

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For everything that's happened so far this year, i can't really say i've been much of a people person...so far, i can count the number of people i can safely say "i hang out with" on a semi-regular basis, and amazingly, these include family members. Ahhhgh. I dunno if this is the sign of the apocalypse or just plain seclusion. *sigh*

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Met some old classmates earlier. Wow, everybody seems to be joining the "diploma mill of nursing" bandwagon --- not that i'm saying that these are not capable of being excellent nurses, but seems like everybody i know is taking up that course just because it's the one that can earn a lot of money (and get you out of here). Sure i'm all for that, but what ever happened to doing what you love or do best??? *sigh* Maybe i'm just too much of an idealist after all.

deadline central

In barely two weeks i'm supposed to have lost 15lbs. I'm not even close to my goal :-P pfffft.

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My right hand is bruised from tennis. I blame it on bad grips and my incessant need to be better than my folks at this (i'm not). So now, i semi-painfully type my frustrations into this blog. Dammit, i can't even type my article properly! :-P

The good news though is that i have a ready excuse for being so poor at tennis. Hahaha.

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...and we'll all float on okay

Smile Like You Mean it
The Killers

Save some face
You know you've only got one
Change your ways
While you're young
Boy one day you'll be a man
Oh girl he'll help you understand

Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it

Looking back
At sunsets on the eastside
We lost track
Of the time
Dreams
Aren't what they used to be
Some things
Sat by so carelessly

Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it

And someone is calling my name
From the back of the restaurant
And some one is playing a game
In the house that I grew up in
And someone will drive her around
Down the same streets that I did
On the same streets that I did

Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it

Oh no
Oh no no no
Oh no
Oh no no no.

insomnia rants

I lay awake watching marathons of Nip/Tuck to keep me sane. Somehow, i am glued to medical dramas/comedies these days, although i swore to myself not to get attached to them --- i truly am a sucker for punishment, aren't i? :-P

It's amazing how life is really. One day you're all together, the next, you're just a statistic waiting to be plugged out. (WTF!???!) These ramblings are just evidence of how bizaare life is for me right now --- my sleep timetable is shot, i have no schedule or priorities whatsoever, and everything else is just passing me by. I'm facing the fact that pressure is getting to me (if not already in my system) and with it went my sanity. Lord, give me some sort of clue on what to do please...

*sigh*

Top ten things about Me

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Wanderlust junkie!

1. Michelangelo finished his great statue of wanderlust junkie in 1504, after eighteen months work.


2. Wanderlust junkie can jump up to sixteen times her own height.


3. Wanderlust junkie was named after Wanderlust junkie the taxi driver in Frank Capra's 'It's a Wonderful Life'.


4. If you lie on your back with your legs stretched it is impossible to sink in wanderlust junkie!


5. Cats use their wanderlust junkie to test whether a space is large enough for them to fit through!


6. Wanderlust junkie invented the wheel in the fourth millennium BC!


7. Wanderlust junkieology is the study of wanderlust junkie!


8. Marie Antoinette never said 'let them eat cake' - this is a mistranslation of 'let them eat wanderlust junkie'.


9. If every star in the Milky Way was a grain of salt they would fill wanderlust junkie!


10. Carnivorous animals will not eat another animal that has been hit by wanderlust junkie.

I am interested in - do tell me about
herhimitthem

The Angel and the Devil

angel and devil
Originally uploaded by bunnie_lette.

Taken last Halloween by my cousin. My first halloween and i get to wear my devil's hair! yay! My cousin Justin does a real good angel when he wants to.

who's older?

siblings
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"family portrait" --- LOL. Dammit, i should have drank more milk growing up! :-P

On the brighter side, i think being the only girl in the family gave me more benefits than my two brothers combined. Haha!

damn

Nothing wakes you up like a fight early in the morning. *sigh* I'm getting too old for this sh*t.

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Another email to light up my day! (Thanks i really needed that -- besos muneca!) It's strange how the wonderful world of the internet can bring you closer to a person without having to do anything but type a few words in. Ahh, technology...

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Sometimes i wonder if i should talk to you. *sigh*

lusting for...

ice_cream
Originally uploaded by bunnie_lette.

oooh, yummy.
happy friday the 13th everyone!

it's friday...

...once again! And yup, i'm up as always (so damn early if you ask me). Just finished some revisions on a project which looks promising (yehey!).

Last night (yeah, technically) had thursday night with the gals @ Al Dente. After dinner with the folks, had some fun chatting and catching up with the gals and finally got the whole thursday club started! Coffee galore, some good chow and getting to know our new german galpals Julie and Stephanie made the night pretty fun and exciting. Topped off the night having a drink or two at Shellsyd with Zsa, Anne, Donna and Jojo. Ahh, ce'st la vie...

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Happy bunnie strikes again! I'm lovin' the emails i'm getting so far. *sigh* Mababaw man, masaya naman. Like what Donna said, count your blessings. Having great friendships are truly a blessing, and making new ones are definitely nice too! :-)

This year is definitely looking bright ;-) Let's just hope this is just the beginning...

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Onga pala, Happy birthday Julius and Jomike!