28.6.07

Next: Diana Vreeland

Finished the Anna Wintour book overnight. Couldn't put it down! It's a bit gossipy, the way Oppenheimer wrote it, but well researched nonetheless and quite objective.

The last quarter of the book mentions Lauren Weisenberger, who wrote Devil Wears Prada. Interesting to note many incidences in the book that mirror scenes that happened in the movie.

Next: a Diana Vreeland bio or Gloria Vanderbilt.

Vanderbilt is the mother of CNN's Andersoon Cooper of 360.

He's hot! I wonder if he's really gay.

Stolen

Dashboard Confessional

You watch the season pull up its own stage
And catch the last weekend
Of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced
Another sun soaked season
Fades away

You have stolen my heart
You have stolen my heart

Invitation only, grand farewells
Crash the best one
Of the best ones
Clear liqour and
Cloudy eye
Too early to say goodnight

You have stolen my heart
You have stolen my heart

And from the bottle flow, we are in celebration
One good stretch before our hibernation
Our dreams are sure
And we all will sleep well
We'll sleep well

You have stolen
You have stolen my
You have stolen my heart

I watch you spin around
In the highest heels
You are the best one
Of the best ones
We all look like we feel

You have stolen my
You have stolen my
You have stolen my heart

27.6.07

Salamat, Grace Lagman

Had a kikay adventure with Julette and got lash extensions. P420 lang po sa may Reposo! Kasama naming nagpapa-lash extension no less than ang nanay ni Piolo hehe. Saya. Feeling ko lang, may weights sa lashes ko pero am happy. I have fluttery, flirty long lashes. No mascara neeed. :)

Ibang Klaseng BJ

Si BJ. Friend ni Julia. Hehe toast of 121.

The Infamous 605 Party Nung Milenyo

Now a commercial. Hehe saya nun. Mauulit kaya? Mukhang hindi.

Current Reading

Anna Wintour is very interesting. Thanks to Paolo and Julette for letting me know about this book.

26.6.07

Wonderful Wagyu Breakfast

Only P200. Soft, tasty Wagyu tapa with spinach omelet and garlic rice. Great coffee. Ahhhh perfect! Had that for breakfast this morning. Try it. At Malcolm's, HV dela Costa cor. Tordesillas Ave., Salcedo Village, Makati. Famous for Wagyu burgers and cheese steaks. Free Wi-Fi, too. They deliver. Can't find the number right now. Will post later.

23.6.07

Still Here

Proust questionnaire muna.

Your favorite virtue? Being genuine

Your favorite qualities in a man? Softness

Your favorite qualities in a woman? Strength

Your chief characteristic? Dogged optimism

Your idea of happiness? Freedom

Your idea of misery? Being misunderstood and judged

Your favorite flower? Sunflowers

If not yourself, who would you be? Josephine Baker

Where would you like to live? Europe

Your favorite authors? Douglas Coupland

Your favorite painters? Geraldine Javier, Julian Schnabel

Your favorite heroes in real life? Chris Gardner, Steve Jobs

Heroines? Josephine Baker, Angelina Jolie, strong, independent people

Your favorite food and drink? Grapes, artesian water, Coke Lite, Tapa King teriyaki

Your pet aversion? Anything reptilian

Your present state of mind? Relaxed and content

For what fault have you the most tolerance? Loving too much

Your motto? Seize the day

22.6.07

Simple

My job's quite simple. Sometimes, I just try to make it complicated.

Life is simple. People make it complicated by taking things too seriously. Overanalyzing. Thinking and worrying too much.

Really, we should just look at things simply. And simply...live.

No, am not on E (I ALMOST did but that's another story). Am just having lots of pockets of free time to think. It's day 2 of a TVC shoot, and I've been going home past midnight. Am STILL at Industria, waiting for the next shot to get set-up. Sunday, it will be the same thing. My meals are covered hahaha.

I COULD be out having dinner with a boylet. Or drinking with the usual suspects at 121. Or home alone curled in bed with an interesting page turner.

But am working at a job I really love. With people I enjoy working with. And all we really have to do is watch tv monitors, make intelligent suggestions to improve the shots, enjoy a catered meal all day, watch DVDs galore AND get a free massage while doing all of the above.

How can I be SO lucky?

oOo

Sometimes I get too comfortable with my life. Everything tidied up. All set. Then life throws a curve ball. And it's difficult to adjust. Let go. Change. But then again, I complain about being bored all the time. Of not doing anything new. See? Thinking too much messes things up. I should just go with the flow. And be happy.

oOo


I SHOULD be feeling flattered and pretty and gorgeous. Frankly, I don't know what's a real come on and what isn't anymore. Things get all messed up. So I opt for the best option: Believe it. For the moment. Forget about it a minute after they're said. A least for a moment, mahaba ang hair ko.

oOo

I stood my ground.

Yay. I'm an adult. Struggling. But an adult nonetheless.

Really, the best way to live one's life is to live authentically. The most interesting people I know know EXACTLY what they want in life. They may be messed up sometimes, but that clarity gives them focus and that sparkle in the eye.

Then again, there are those who are flailing about, not knowing what they want. And it can be irritating and tiresome to encounter such people. It pays to remember that once in my life, I was a struggling, flailing, clarity-less human being. So I am kinder and a little more patient.

oOo

Yes, I did it! Gino is so proud of me.

18.6.07

Great

Vindicated,

14.6.07

Tsismis!

Riot.

And Marjorie and Dennis calling it quits. Anobeh.

13.6.07

Another One Bites the Dust

While preparing for work this morning, Waya and I heard the screeching of tires followed by a loud "bam!". Another accident statistic attributed to Villar corner Leviste street hehe.

oOo

Emotional blackmail won't work. No sir.

11.6.07

Open....Sesame!

No more Phytosesame! Ack. I go through these things like water. Need to buy another bottle.

oOo

This is the LONGEST my hair has been in my entire life. I can actually tie my hair up in a pony without little baby hairs sticking out from my nape. Yay.

Zen

Was chilling in the apartment when I heard a screech and a big 'bam'!

Went to the terrace, and below, I saw a white Hyundai SUV and a gray van (couldn't figure out the make) blocking a portion of Leviste.

Clearly, the van was in the wrong 'cause it hit the SUV on the right front side, which was totally smashed in.

Women were both inside the cars. And unlike men, they STAYED inside the car for like I think 10 minutes or so. "Why can't they just go down and ask for insurance and registration details?!"

For a while, the women were like two dogs angling for a fight, circling each other but never saying a word. Briefly, I heard a woman screech--not scream, not shout--but screech like a hyena.

See, this is the thing. Accidents happen. No one wants them to happen. There's a thing they call insurance. This has happened to me frequently (with me being rammed into most of the time). I get insurance info, driver's license info, plate number and exchange numbers and pleasantries. And go on our merry way. Usually, with a cool head, the one in the wrong owns up. Just like that.

This is sort of like how world wars happen. It's all about ego. And power tripping. And not giving in.

So after what felt like half an hour, the two cars parted ways.

One word sweeties: Insurance!

Art of Doing Nothing

I'm trying to do away with a 'to do' list. Even just for today. After all, today is a holiday to celebrate Independence Day (in lieue of June 12, Wednesday).

oOo

Waya and I caught this Cafe Puro commercial on tv last night. It showed this young guy, apparently moving in to his first apartment. He gets out the bottle of Cafe Puro from his his boxes (requisite product shot), makes himself a cup of coffee (requisite consumption shot) and is about to place the teaspoon on top of the table when he hears his mom's voice in his head, reminding him sternly that it will soil the table top.

The insight is good. Independence. First apartment. Taking responsibility. These are all true. But one thing we DIDN'T really believe was the size of his (supposedly) first apartment. It was huge! It didn't look like an apartment--it looked like a HOUSE.

I mean, hello! Waya and I live in a 48sq m studio apartment for crying out loud. I guess he could rent a place that big elsewhere, like in the provinces. But definitely NOT in Metro Manila.

10.6.07

Rejoice Kikays!


After a million years, Kiehl's will now be available in the Philippines. Pero wait lang. October pa daw (nyar) and the store will be located in Greenbelt 5. Oh-ha. No more making pabilin to people who fly off to Hongkong or the US for your favorite tinted lip balms. :)

8.6.07

Drugs!

This site is too awesome for words. Am drowning in its archives.

Design-gasm

Porn for creatives, architects and interior designers.

Nice Hotel Idea

I wonder if this will sell here?

7.6.07

Idol

Transcript of Commencement Speech at Stanford given by Steve Jobs

Thank you. I'm honored to be with you today for your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. Truth be told, I never graduated from college and this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation.

Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories. The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first six months but then stayed around as a drop-in for another eighteen months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out? It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife, except that when I popped out, they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking, "We've got an unexpected baby boy. Do you want him?" They said, "Of course." My biological mother found out later that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would go to college.

This was the start in my life. And seventeen years later, I did go to college, but I naïvely chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, and no idea of how college was going to help me figure it out, and here I was, spending all the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back, it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out, I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me and begin dropping in on the ones that looked far more interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms. I returned Coke bottles for the five-cent deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the seven miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example.

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer was beautifully hand-calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and sans-serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me, and we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts, and since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them.

If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on that calligraphy class and personals computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do.

Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college, but it was very, very clear looking backwards 10 years later. Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward. You can only connect them looking backwards, so you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something--your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever--because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well-worn path, and that will make all the difference.

My second story is about love and loss. I was lucky. I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents' garage when I was twenty. We worked hard and in ten years, Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4,000 employees. We'd just released our finest creation, the Macintosh, a year earlier, and I'd just turned thirty, and then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew, we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so, things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge, and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our board of directors sided with him, and so at thirty, I was out, and very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating. I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down, that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure and I even thought about running away from the Valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me. I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I'd been rejected but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods in my life. During the next five years I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the world's first computer-animated feature film, "Toy Story," and is now the most successful animation studio in the world.

In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT and I returned to Apple and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance, and Lorene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful-tasting medicine but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life's going to hit you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love, and that is as true for work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work, and the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking, and don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it, and like any great relationship it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking. Don't settle.

My third story is about death. When I was 17 I read a quote that went something like "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself, "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "no" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something. Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important thing I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life, because almost everything--all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure--these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctors' code for "prepare to die." It means to try and tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next ten years to tell them, in just a few months. It means to make sure that everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope, the doctor started crying, because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and, thankfully, I am fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept. No one wants to die, even people who want to go to Heaven don't want to die to get there, and yet, death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because death is very likely the single best invention of life. It's life's change agent; it clears out the old to make way for the new. right now, the new is you. But someday, not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it's quite true. Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice, heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalogue, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stuart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late Sixties, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and Polaroid cameras. it was sort of like Google in paperback form thirty-five years before Google came along. I was idealistic, overflowing with neat tools and great notions. Stuart and his team put out several issues of the The Whole Earth Catalogue, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-Seventies and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath were the words, "Stay hungry, stay foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. "Stay hungry, stay foolish." And I have always wished that for myself, and now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you. Stay hungry, stay foolish.

Thank you all, very much.

Yap, It's True

Tsismis!

Ross the Intern

I want to be his friend hehehe.

6.6.07

Why I Should Be in the Beauty Industry

1. A leading magazine says Shiseido Rouge Flush (or Rosey Flush) only comes in one color. Hello! Even I and my kikay friends know it comes in Peach Flush, a Bronzey color, and of course, Rouge Flush! I know 'cause I have both Peach and Rouge.

2. A leading lifestyle website is raving about Stri-Vectin SD as if it's the latest discovery. Hello, our favorite producer and all the Girl Talk posters would tell you it's been available for years and has been available in Sephora like forever. I still remember the producer fishing out a tube of it here in the office to show me in between meetings.

3. CoQ10 is the BIGGEST thing in beauty abroad. Hindi masyado kinakagat dito for some reason but I get my CoQ10 stuff from DHC, a Japanese beauty brand, which also has a very good oil-based cleanser like Shu Uemura.

4. The other big thing is Pitera, an ingredient in Japanese sake which is used in the Japanese beauty brand SK-II which I buy in Hongkong pa.

5. Both brands, wala pa dito and I implore Essenses to bring them here na ASAP.

Where I Am Going

To hell. Bwahahahahahaha.

Argh Gigil

If I were a month I would be: June
If I were a day of the week I would be: Sunday
If I were a time of day I would be: midnight
If I were a planet I would be: Jupiter
If I were a sea animal I would be: Doplhin
If I were a direction I would be: left hahahaha
If I were a piece of furniture I would be: chair
If I were a historical figure I would be: Cleopatra
If I were a liquid I would be: Martini
If I were a stone, I would be: Diamond
If I were a tree, I would be: Buko hahaha
If I were a bird, I would be: Swan
If I were a tool, I would be: screwdriver
If I were a flower/plant, I would be: Sunflower
If I were a kind of weather, I would be: stormy
If I were a mythical creature, I would be: Unicorn
If I were a musical instrument, I would be: guitar
If I were an animal, I would be: Leopard
If I were a color, I would be: lime green
If I were an emotion, I would be: contentment
If I were a vegetable, I would be: tomato
If I were a sound, I would be: ocean waves
If I were an element, I would be: mercury
If I were a car, I would be: Austin Mini
If I were a song, I would be: Xanadu hahaha
If I were a movie, I would be directed by: Quentin Tarantino
If I were a book, I would be written by: Gabriel Garcia Marquez
If I were a food, I would be: Chocolate
If I were a place, I would be: New Orleans
If I were a material, I would be: silk
If I were a taste, I would be: salty
If I were a scent, I would be: green tea
If I were a religion, I would be: Buddhist
If I were a word, I would be: a verb
If I were an object, I would be: Water
If I were a body part I would be: the ass
If I were a facial expression I would be: a smirk
If I were a subject in school I would be: Film Theory
If I were a cartoon character I would be: Calvin in Calvin and Hobbes
If I were a shape I would be: Ellipse (Nina ikaw ba 'yan?)
If I were a number I would be: 8




5.6.07

Riot

Waya got a copy of the Brit tv series "Couplings." It's like Sex and the City, but British. And funnier. Actually, funny doesn't cut it. It's hilarious.

Hate

When you agree to meet up and get picked up at 10:00 p.m., and you set a dinner date at 7 to 940 pm near the meeting place, and then the other party arrives early at 9:00 pm, and he demands for you to rush over to meet up now na now na, screaming at you over the cellphone, and you rush to pay your share of the bill, and you huff and puff and reach him at designated meeting place at 9:40 pm, and he screams obscenities and profanities at you along the street because he claims your late by 40 minutes, who is the crazy one here?

I am glad I didn't get that crazy gene from him.

Dinner at the Apartment

Apartment 1B, that is.

Met up with Gino and Marc there (it's at the ground floor of Lafayette, Leviste cor. Sedeno in Salcedo Village). I ordered the chicken with mashed potatos and, what else, Coke Lite. Gino ordered the burger with fries. Marc ordered the Club Sandwich. Everything tasted good and I was in good company.

We spent the night showing each other how to act sosyal. Simple lang. First, exaggerate everything. Ex. "This restaurant is SOOOOO fabulooouuus. The food is soooo delicious. I would NEVER go to another restaurant again. EVER!" Dapat, kasama with hand pressed on chest. Get it, hehe?

Then Gino showed us how to talk like a jologs na tambay. Marc showed us naman how to speak with a French accent. I forgot what the phrase is it's so hard to pronounce but Marc also taught me how to say "Can I _ _ _ _ you?" in German hahaha. Riot.

After, we went outside to smoke and drink. We toasted to more dinners together, I with my Cosmopolitan, Gino and Marc with their wine.

Too bad I had to run off to NAIA (yet again) to pick up my brother Jojo and my three-year-old niece Meggy at the airport. It would have been fun to stay on and talk.

Went home to the parent's house in QC, and I stayed up past 2 a.m. 'cause Meggy couldn't sleep, she was all over the place, all hyper and giggly and I had to run after her and watch over her lest she hurt herself or play around with Mama's glass figurines. Meggy remembered me from my March visit and gamely made me carry her, her head on my right shoulder. I rather enjoyed taking care of her. But not everyday, of course haha.

My sis-in-law Svet got me my Cover Girl concealer and Mama got me my green tea. Walang hoodia! Rats. Next time na lang.

Am antok shucks.

Retail Trivia

"How did Topshop turn it around? By heading (relatively) upscale. Tired of its reputation for tackiness and losing out to budget chains in the '90s, Topshop's managers decided to stop competing just on price. "The decision was made to create a fashion authority," says Mary Homer, a joint managing director of Topshop who's been at the retailer for 20 years. (Green, a retail entrepreneur with years of experience in various types of businesses, acquired Arcadia in 2002 and helped execute the strategy already under way.) The company now employs 22 of its own designers, up from about a dozen in 2002, and they aim to create new looks just as deftly as the designers can copy those from the catwalks.

"Getting new fashions into stores even faster than before also became a central part of Topshop's revival. While traditional clothing retailers might take six weeks to get a design to sales floors, Topshop's trucks are delivering new pullovers to its outlets usually just two weeks after suppliers have received the order. The result: Topshop debuts hundreds of new pieces in its London flagship outlet every week. And if the emphasis on speed and stylishness means Topshop's togs are a bit more expensive, then so be it. "If we can get it in four weeks in the U.K., we'll buy it at four weeks in the U.K. rather than buying it cheaper" elsewhere over a longer time frame, says Karyn Fenn, Topshop's other joint managing director. That's a premium the chain's customers have come to expect and are willing to pay for. A halter top, for example, might cost three times as much at Topshop as a comparable piece from H&M."

Square One

Spoke too soon.

4.6.07

Power

Weekend, I spent the time in Filinvest. With my dad. And for the record, we didn't argue or fight or discuss. Not once. And I'm glad. I put my foot down. That's all there was to it. Now were on even ground, adult to fellow adult. I felt ....powerful. Suddenly, in the power equation, I had more than he did. It felt awkward. Wasn't used to it. But it felt good.

Saturday, I went to Divi with Manang to buy stuff for the relatives in Canada that my cousin would make dala. Like Lola's cigarettes (hahaha). And Tita Baby's 3/4 sleeves blouses. I bought fruits for dad and a new shower knob that died on us in our Blanco bathroom. Shet I spent so much. Then again, they entertained me to the max in Toronto.

Since mom wasn't around, I spent most of the time with Dad. We had breakfast at home. Did groceries at Rustan's. Then I taught him how to burn files onto a CD--not easy, he had to write the instructions down it was like teaching a two year old.

Sunday, I just chilled. And in the afternoon, we went to Podium to meet up with Martha with the cuties Sam and Caitlyn in tow. I gave Sammy the purple bag I bought for her in Chatuchak. She had a giant smile on her face and slung it over her arm immediately. *Gigil* She just had a haircut and looked so adorable in her green t-shirt and lime green headband. Caitlyn in her pink dress was so huggably cute, she made us laugh while she went on a frenzy scratching crayons on the brown paper that covers Burgoo tables, creating these random squiggles that made her gurgle and chuckle. Mababaw lang ako I was so happy being with them.

I ordered salmon and Coke Light (feeling healthy) pero 'wag ka, ang daming mashed potato hahah. In fairness, I declined dessert.

While waiting for 9 pm before leaving for NAIA to pick up mom, dad and I went shopping at Living Well (2 antibac and anti-mite pillows for P750? a steal!), Watson's, Izod, Lacoste etc. Killed time at Segafredo (coffee for him; iced tea for me). Then walked to St. Francis to get him a new battery for his old cellphone which has been dying on him lately. I bought a car charger for my Motorola.

Dad's on a Celine Dion phase right now. Eeks. He bought pirated concert DVDs in St. Francis. Celine Dion was on loop all throughout the weekend in QC, I wanted to stab myself. My heart cannot go on, Celine Dion (rhyme yan ha)!

ANYWAY, we had coffee at Dome. Buried our heads in Inquirer, Preview, Time and Metro over coffee and rum cake (eeks ang dry hindi masarap). Then the driver picked us up and drove us to the airport.

Kadiri our airport we have to pay P30 to enter the viewing deck thing na walang aircon. Hello, I PAY MY FUCKING TAXES.

Dad had coffee (yet again) at Kopi Roti. I was gonna keel over from too much caffeine, I had bottled water na lang. I hate NAIA. Nakakahiya. Talo sya sa Bangkok ang Hongkok. Ang llllaaayyyooo.

Mama came out wayyyy late so I had time to text ping pong with R. Mwahaha landi. Then voila! Mama was there! Am so happy she's home!

She got me my green tea (no hoodia rats), a leather bag, and makeup stuff.

I miss my mom. I love my mom. And dad and I are in good terms. Yay. All's well that ends well. Hope it stays that way. I slept past 1 am and I had to wake up at 5 am naman today to bring my cousin to the airport na naman.

Tonight, my brother Jojo arrives with Meggy and Edward from New York. Saya! Then again, ang gulo nyan with the cars juggled because of coding etcetera. Ack! I want my car!

Am having dinner with Gino and Marc at Apt. 1B (yay!). I've been meaning to try the food there. Ige says everything tastes great. Waya says to order the Samosa and the steak. Ige says the hamburger is kakaiba. Jomar the driver picks me up at 10 pm to drive me to the airport. Yet again. Anobeh.

Am so happy to see my family. Didn't know how much I miss them. :)

P.S. Pikon talaga Wednesday coudn't make it darn. But as they say, when God closes a door, he opens a time slot. Ay window pala. Monday it is. And Andy is back yay.

1.6.07

I Suddenly Like Her

"If I make a fool of myself, who cares? I'm not frightened by anyone's perception of me." -Angelina Jolie

Proud

Another item on the list crossed. Monumental. Life-changing. Hehehe