2011 and beyond

Told my mom I'm getting bored. Now, I've reviewed some crazy plans and cooked up new ones that I'd like to do.

1. Take up a class. Never really zeroed in on a single topic. I'm taking dance classes but this time I want it in a room, with notes and class recitations and field trips. (College 2.0?!) Maybe something about our culture, or plants (for work). Ghad I didn't have any idea oranges are colored green when they're not yet ripe for picking until my brother mentioned it. Then again, we do not have Orange trees here so yeah, I think I'm excused.

2. Live somewhere for a year. I first wanted New York. Spent a whole night talking with Raish about taking odd jobs for fun. Like being a waitress or a pet 'baby sitter'. Even selling our eggs for research to finance the NYC life. (They pay really well! hahaha) But now I'm looking at Boracay- where the good things and bad exist harmoniously. I'm thinking it's cheaper to live. It's easier to find a job (I speak Ilonggo, Filipino, and English) so I have a good change right?

3. I've also shifted my dream of building a house in Manila to building a beach front vacation house. Maybe here in the province, or in Batangas. Land prices in Batangas aren't cheap anymore though. Lola's house (where I currently live) is empty anyway so I'm free to stay! haha

4. I'm thinking of volunteering at the tutorial program in our parish. I hope Diane comes with me. I don't wanna go alone! But I'd like to teach. It's the closest I get to being a real teacher.

5. And because I hate ending in even numbers, I need to think of a fifth crazy idea. Oh yeah I remembered one plan I have with my friend Mau. She's like a major football fan and she's dragging me (okay I sort of volunteered) to Bacolod in February for the AFC cup kickoffs against Mongolia. That's IF the game pushes through in Bacolod. It's originally planned to be played in Mongolia but since it's still winter there in February, Azkals offered to host in here.

I'll make 2011 a year of adventures.

So help me God.

*photos searched on Goggle. :)

WISH KO LANG!

Merry Christmas everyone! Just posting some snippets from Twitter.

Earlier I listed my wishes this Christmas. The photo is too small. Here's what's written.

That we will all love our country a little more so that we can all start building this nation together.

That working friends find the work-life balance we all want.

That friends who are still in school stay inspired and focused so that one day they will finally see the fruits of their hard work.

That those who feel lost will have patience and finally find where they really belong.

That we may all travel and discover things about our destination and ourselves.

That we may all find answers, even if the answer is 'no'.

That everyone's families stay happy and healthy so that we can all make more memories together! :)

And finally (and most especially)… That all my single friends receive the love they deserve at the perfect time.♥

The responses I got are sooo cute! Here are some of them.

(She's refering to the 6th wish.)

I am seriously hoping that all my wishes come true. :)

Happy birthday Jesus! I hope you're havin' a blast! Thanks for being there even if I'm not the kindest person in the world. You've never turned your back on me and I know you never will. You never tire of listening to my prayers even if they're the same every night. That's why you are amazing. Sending my hug to the heavens! :))

Pat's Awesome SARAP Party

Every year in college, at least since I first attended in third year, Pat would hold a huge party to celebrate his birthday. Incidentally, Pat's birthday would coincide with the last day of school before Christmas break so it's pretty much considered as a year ender too.

First one I attended. Pat's 21st birthday, December 2007

21 shots for 21 years

Me, Emm, Miggy, Vicki, and Jon

Anabee,Edge,Pat, Miggy,Jaz, Lori, Cheska

I think most of us went home sober here. I repeat, MOST.

December 2008

This was by far, THE craziest one. Everyone was drunk, I did this synchronized vomit session with Emm and Cheska by the gutter, lotsa glasses were broken, the place was trashed. People crawled to get to their houses. Some slept in their bathrooms when they got home. As for me, I spent the night on the sofa, with a basin on the floor and a pitcher of water. I was vomiting until the break of dawn (no kidding). This party got us banned from the venue for a year I think.

December 2009- I was in Iloilo already so I've no shots of the party.

And the latest one, December 2010.

Early birds Lianne, Vicki, Jon, Paolo, myself and Jewel

We got to try all the drinks first before the crowd started pouring in.

If you noticed, most of the shots were taken outdoors. That's because Pat's Law school friends were busy dancing inside. Grabe yung energy nila, di kami naka-position sa dance floor. But the (almost) traditional STOP by the Spice Girls got all the ladies dancing. We even got the boys to follow suit. hahaha Such a fun song! Universal anthem of the ladies!

The BA crowd spent the night catching up with each other. It's different when everybody's doing their own thing. We all have stories to tell. But it was so much fun I totally felt like I was back in college. And then sometime that night Pat declared it's gonna be a yearly thing. "It's a way to keep in touch" he says.

Can't wait for 2011!

p.s. Ever since I graduated, I never had alcoholic drinks. This was the next time I had some and it was crazy. I knew the alcohol was kicking in coz I couldn't feel my cheeks. When I got home around 3 AM, I prepared myself for bed- brushed my teeth, washed my face, the works. But three hours later I woke up feeling dizzy. I got up to get myself a glass of water only to vomit it when I reached the bathroom. It's so painful when you are vomiting but nothing comes out. Ugh. And so my tweet goes...

Btw, it wasn't exactly a nap. It didn't even last 5 minutes. But I was trying to vomit and it was so painful, I had to squat on the floor and lean on the wall. My eyes were closed because that was 6 AM! haha And then around 5 in the evening, my allergies started emerging. I had red spots on my arms and legs. It happens whenever I have too much hard drinks. But I didn't mind. I was too happy to see my friends. :)

Life rant

How can the perfect guy exist and not be available for you? INJUSTICE!

Some months ago, some friends and I listed our pegs for the perfect guy for each of us. Today I just added a peg on my list. And he's real. Not some fictional character like Puck or Nate Archibald.

Sobrang pasok siya in every detail. The profession, the character, the 'mukhang mabait' look, even the school. So you can just imagine my silent surprise. UGH, LOVE IT!

Then again, glad we're friends now. Temporarily unavailable lang ang cheeseburger pero isang araw, special delivery pa right at my doorstep.

EXCITING!

Wishlist Version 2

Farrah wants to see my wish list because according to her mahirap daw akong regaluhan. So here goes my realistic list according to 'want'.

1. Aquazorb bath towel

2. Prestige bronzer (the one with a gold sun/star) from Beauty Bar

3. Revlon Just bitten- Passion

4. Unlined notebook

5. Dozen shuttlecocks

Okay that's about it! Mababaw lang naman kaligayahan ko. Thanks mare! :D

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

I've started wrapping my gifts already! Although I still don't have one for Mom, Jom, Sarah and Julian.

I really enjoy wrapping stuff. I love doing the plastic covers of my books, notebooks, giveaways and yes, gifts! Despite loving wrapping gifts, I still scrimp on the wrapper itself. I just buy whatever 'okay' wrapper there is. Of course, there comes a point when you're not satisfied with just wrapping something properly. I've moved to wrapping stuff beautifully!

This year, I vowed to not scrimp on wrappers. I even bought ribbons to match them. LOVE IT SO MUCH! And I love tying ribbons too! Not everyone appreciates little details such as how nicely ribbons are wrapped but for the sake of satisfying my wrapping-OC-ness (yes, exclusive to wrapping because I don't consider myself OC), I still spend so much time typing and retying the ribbon until I manage that only the shiny side of the ribbon appears and that the tails end up right where they're supposed to be.

Finally found use for the rubber stamps I bought on impulse at ArtFriend in Singapore.

It is sad sometimes that people just slash the ribbon off the gift as soon as they receive it. HAHA I'm not holding any grudges though. The ribbons are meant to be removed and the wrappers, to be torn. I guess I just want to say that thoughts are placed not only in the choice of gift but also in the way the gift is presented.

This year it's gold-chocolate-forest green. I really really love this color combination.

Hmmm, maybe I should have themes every year. haha

From now on, I'm wrapping my gifts in the best wrappers I can find. I'm not gonna settle for jologs wrappers because it's not everyday we can give gifts. Might as well do a 'total package'.

Now that I think about it, I guess it's one reason why I enjoy buying gifts* even if it's sooo stressful to find the perfect ones (yes, I had to order glow-in-the-dark drumsticks from the States for my brother Joop). Because I have something to wrap. :)

*I'm the only one in the family who gives gifts. My dad has shifted to giving us cash. My brothers are the most barat ever. My mom takes care of us all year round. She doesn't need to give us gifts.

I just finished watching a video of my nephew Julian. He was laughing and giggling and clapping. I find myself crying after.

I miss Julian so much. He rarely spends time with me- not that he has to. He's visited only once in each of dad's last two visits here in Manila.

I feel so much injustice not being able to spend time with him. And I say this without (hopefully) sounding like his mother. I dunno. I guess kids just have this effect on you. You become kinder, and more hopeful of the future. And you become 'meaner' to bad people because it is sort of your contribution in making the world a better place for the kids.

Okay, I'm stopping now. I just had to write this down.

Lotto

Two days ago, I played the lotto. It was my first time. I even had to ask the lady beside me how I should mark the numbers. The reason I played was because the jackpot was, at that time, 354 million pesos. Well, by now you might have already heard no one won in last night's draw. I didn't even get a single number right! HAHAHA So much for beginner's luck. The jackpot already reached 380+ M today but I'm not getting another ticket. Maybe I'll have a better chance in jueteng. (Which I haven't tried yet and I have no idea how to play.)

If I won that 354 M, I wonder how I'll spend it in my lifetime. Like they say 'madaling ipangako ang bagay na wala ka'. But I'm listing it anyway.

Definitely charity is there. Sounds like a cliche noh? Everybody claims they'll do charity work if they get rich. My kind of charity is this- build the children's library my mom has always wanted to have and donate a building in UP- maybe a Student Center. An integrated student tambayan for all or most organizations in the campus much like CBA's 4th floor but a whole building. It'll have conference rooms, a cafeteria, study halls- the works! And then upgrade our labs and equipment to support more research. I'm kind of vain so maybe I'll have some rooms under names I specifically picked. No one cares about room names anyway- just me. HAHA

I also want a foundation that's self sustaining. The worse part of doing charity work is begging for money. Definitely with that much money from the lotto, whatever foundation can 'live on interest' from the money in the bank. Not quite sure if the foundation is for kids, indigenous people, oldies, animals, whatnot.

Then maybe I'll buy Villa Garcia from my dad's auntie. Villa Garcia is the ancestral house where my dad grew up. Now it's old, torn, and not even safe to live in. I've never been inside. They don't allow us for fear that the house might collapse. Anyway, I'd like to buy it and restore the house. Maybe build a new house if the structure isn't restorable but in the same look as it had before.

I'll keep enough money to also 'live on interest'. Maybe I'll save some to support future researches of my younger brother Joop who wants to be a marine biologist. Definitely I'd give Jom some too. I'll give my mom a retirement fund. She's never worked since she married dad but she's done so much for our family. It's hard to run a household noh! So she deserves this. Of course Dad, so he can take mom to dates wherever. Even in Paris.

Whatever's left with the 354 million after all these, maybe I'll give it to another private institution. I'm tired to dealing with the government supported institutions. They are inefficient and uninspiring so I'd much rather give the money to the private sector.

Oh well. All these are written on sand. I don't have 354 million anyway. But if one day I manage to have that much money, I swear I'll work on this list one by one. *now playing Billionaire HAHAHA*

Brother

It's my kuya's birthday! I love him more than he thinks I do. I just never tell him because we didn't grow up like that. We grew up having wrestling matches everyday. In some days I win, in some days he does. But I guess we've consumed all our fight cards when we were kids that we ran out of fight cards for latter use. (I clearly remember we wrestled on the bed because 'nagkapikunan', I had this silver ring with a silver playboy-ish bunny design and during the fight, it hit his forehead. He was so mad at me coz it bled a bit. Then we stopped the wrestling match. Believe me it was a daily thing for us to fight.)

Like I tweeted a few days ago, "You can never abandon your brother. Your heart won't let you."

When my brother needs something from me, I scramble to help him in the best way I can think of. Because to me, it's a chance to let him feel I love him. After all, action speaks louder than words.

Sometimes I cry at the thought of things that might have been if he stayed with me here at home back in college. Would we be closer? Could we have gone to spur of the moment roadtrips to the beach when we don't have classes? Would we have watched UAAP matches together? After graduation, would we have gone to the States for a vacation as a graduation gift?

I have two vivid memories of time well spent with my brother. One was over dinner back in second sem of my sophomore year- I think we had yellow cab chicken and pizza. We talked all night. Until 10 pm if I remember it right. He told me about his 'then' love life, I told him about my (imaginary) love life. HAHAHA It was one of those 'I don't know why we're telling each other these things but I like it anyway' moments. The second one, he got so hungry at midnight and he asked me if I wanted to have McDo delivered. I declined because I didn't have money and he agreed to pay for whatever I want to order. So I got sundae and fries. He made the call. Our eyes have rolled and gone white and the food never arrived. I went to sleep. He stayed up. In the morning I asked 'dumating yung pagkain?' HINDI. hahahaha The only time he offered to pay for a food delivery and it never arrived. Hilarious! I wonder if he remembers that time.

Maybe one day, one way my family will find my blog and read each and every entry here. I guess that's the only way my siblings will know that I've declared my love for them countless of times in this vast cyberspace.

I tell my friends I love them but with sibs...I guess they just know.

Anyway, Happy birthday Jom! I love you.

Ohana

My Lola Ampy is sick. She's my Dad's stepmom but she's the lola I grew to know because my Lola Adeliza passed away when Dad was just a kid.

Lat week, Lola Ampy had a stroke that affected her left brain. Now, she couldn't not recognize anyone in the family. At one point my Tita Mel said she was talking to our dead relatives and was telling them she still has to do something. It's freaky. But the fact that she isn't willing to go gives us hope. She is in San Diego which is a good thing because they have better healthcare programs in the States. They can take better care of there there.

I worry for Lolo. It's his birthday on the 12th. It's definitely not the best birthday but I still wish they celebrate it.

We're planning this grand reunion of the Garcias in June. With lola falling ill, I'm not quite sure if it's pushing through. I haven't tried asking because it's really not the best time to discuss the reunion. But if it doesn't push through, maybe I'll arrange a visit to the States. That's if I can convince my dad to let me off from work for at least six weeks. (Sayang naman if I go for a quick visit lang hahaha) Then maybe I'll visit my relatives in Florida too (Mom's side).

Right now I just pray that Lola gets well. I'm not that close to her unlike my cousin Dawn who practically grew up with Lola as her mom. My siblings and I are grew up independent from our cousins so we tend to stick together unlike my cousins who are super close- almost like siblings. She's still my lola. Lolo loves her.

Of bad vibes and good

BV #1: No dance class today! Ugh. Hassle talaga coz hello, they didn't text, nor announced it in class and even on Facebook. So talagang mega hassle.

BV#2: I got scammed on Multiply! Grabe. Long story short: Ordered stuff, paid for them, the never arrived. And now the scammer cancelled her multiply account. I'm okay now though. Coz Last week I met our accountant who had employees who stole at least a million pesos from her. I'm charging this to experience...worth Php 1340. haha

Here comes the good vibes! Farrah and I originally planned to meet for a merienda date. We picked Eastwood which is our default venue and some hiphop event was happening that night. We've never seen a hiphop event (except Step Up 1 and 2, if that counts). We had merienda at My Thai. The event took so long to start. We've already cleared our plates and it still hasn't started. Then it began to rain. The hiphop people had to move to the roofed area of the mall. Fa and I stood at the second floor and spent a few minutes profiling the hiphop kids and assessing the event.

When the rain stopped, we walked to Watsons for an impulsive shopping spree and we saw Coach Prince. Apparently he's part of the organizing team. We didn't say hello. He looked stressed (because the rain caused so much hassle and delay). I bet he was too stressed to even remember us.

After Watsons, we went back to the mall and finally the event started. They had hiphop artists as their opening act. My goodness Fa and I have no idea about the songs. Sobrang pa-swagger effect kasi, nakaka asar. haha We were the typical usiseras- we did not know anyone, we were sooo not in hiphop clothes (read as baggy everything plus hi-cut sneaks), and we had shopping bags. We passed by Coach Prince again. He was carrying his daughter who is sooo cute. And he looks every inch a proud father. I guess it's true- kids change you. And for the second time we did not say hello. Hahaha

We went up to Red Mango to kill time but my gosh they had all these dragging opening acts that ate up our patience. Finally we went for one last look and left.

On our way to Katipunan where Fa usually drops me off, we decided to grab dinner at Banapple. Fa and I had those hilarious thank-God-we're-not-driving-or-else-we're-gonna-die level of conversation! We discussed random things. From serious stuff like careers and office happenings, to milder topics like boys, Vampire Diaries, travels, showbiz chikas, Shalala, Cristy Fermin, Juday and Ryan and everything else! Eto nalang ha- imagine dalawa lang kami pero kami yung pinaka maingay na table. HAHAHAHA ANG SAYA!

I'm so happy I spent the afternoon and evening with Fa. So much fun even if we see each other almost every week. We never get tired of talking. I kinda kidnapped her from work but I'm very happy she gladly stayed and extended to dinner.

LOVE IT WHEN FRIENDS DO WHAT THEY DO- BEING A FRIEND. AND A GOOD ONE AT THAT.

Thank you, Lord that I became friends with my weird NatSci seat mate. She's amazing!

Crushes

Do you keep a list of crushes? Be it mental or a physical list, I'm sure there's at least one person who qualified as a 'crush'.

If you follow me on twitter, you probably read this:

Last night I went out with Fa, Jen and Ja to watch a movie. (I confess. We watched the new Kimerald movie which btw sucks. Thank God for Matet's funny lines which I think saved this movie.) Anyway, we grabbed a late dinner at Cookbook Kitchen and had the chance to catch up with everyone's lives. Fa, Jen and I see each other more often because we take dance class every Saturday while Ja, on regular days, is flanked with so much law school readings.

Probably influenced by the movie to a certain extent, we ended up writing on the paper placemat our list of 'pegs' of our respective dream guys. It'll be our checklist when, one day we finally meet someone that's worth all the trouble. haha I did tell them about the aforementioned tweet and explained how only two qualified.

You see, it's easy to call someone a crush. Someone becomes a crush for so many reasons- he's cute, funny, hot, charming, sweet, engaging, whatever. But from a crush, one needs to go through many levels that will filter that solid idea of the guy one wants to end up with. Meaning, ALL ENCOMPASSING. You have to be able to accept his personality, his profession, way of living, his way of dressing and in extreme cases, even his name. If he makes it through your filters, that's when he becomes the 'partner' material.

So just to illustrate our pegs- I will not reveal who owns the respective pegs (you can guess or maybe you saw on twitter) so here goes.

The good geek who can tame a wild girl.

The bad boy who will eventually reveal his good side when he meets the right girl.

The family guy who communicates well, loves kids and loves love.

And the artsy dude who will introduce a whole new, different, and exciting world to the lady he loves.

The best and probably the most exciting part? We are so sure of what kind of guy we want, and we just might end up with the complete opposite! Like if the girl who originally wants the family guy material falls for the bad boy. Stuff like that. HAHA

Last night's dinner was, like I put it, 'productive' for our future. If it ever happens, that is. :)) And it was one of those feel good dinners- just good friends hanging out.

P.S.

We did Michael Jackson in hiphop class today. For some weird reason Coach Prince picked me, along with Punky and two other classmates to do the sample. Punky, I understand. She always gets picked coz she's really good. But me? I couldn't even finish the routine properly. Of course I was happy but I'm puzzled. Maybe he wasn't watching me closely. HAHAHA

The Sablay

Taken from the website of the Vice Chancellor for Research and development:

The UP Sablay is the official academic costume of the University of the Philippines. The official colors of the University, maroon and green, were used in the sablay. Yellow gold, which stands for the high standards of values and excellence, was also used. The colors, based on the Panthone ProSim color chart, are Panthone 195 CVP (maroon), Panthone 349 CVP (green), and Panthone 138 CVP (yellow gold).The indigenous letters originating from the indigenous alphabet called baybayin or katitikan, are equivalent to the Roman letters “U” and “P”, respectively. The curvilinear design called ukkil or ukit, which resembles a sprouting plant, signifies life. The geometric designs (in zigzag and diamond patterns) are common design elements gracing the attires and functional objects of indigenous peoples from Batanes to Tawi-tawi. Arranged continuously and rhythmically, these geometric designs highlight the diverse cultural communities in the Philippines and the University’s pursuit of knowledge, cultural enrichment, and scientific advancement.

Did you ever wonder who makes our sablay?

In my most recent trip to Iloilo, Mom and I visted a family friend who's a famous hablon maker in Iloilo because she was going to order a few pieces. When we entered their house, piles and piles of UP sablays were on their couch. She makes them year-round. (Well, if you supply the whole of UP System, you'll need the whole year to satisfy demand. hehe) She even took us to the workshop where they house hablon weavers. I felt so bad I didn't bring my camera so I just used my poor phone camera to take shots.

When we visited there were two ladies working. I have a feeling they're the only people assigned exclusively to weave the sablay. I observed how they shift the threads by stepping on some bamboo and then sliding the threads across the sheet. It's crazy. I did get to try weaving during a field trip in Ilocos. It was pretty easy but only because I just did the sliding of the thread (sorry, I don't know the exact term) a few times.

Anyway, this post is initially about my visit the the sablay weavers but I discovered while researching that some douche is selling our sablay on ebay as a 'Philippine souvenir'. I'm insulted! The sablay is something sacred for UP students. It's a symbol of hard work and excellence. You represent the university anywhere you go. When I attended my St. Benilde's graduation, there were around five professors wearing their sablay. Apparently professors wear the academic costumes of the schools where they graduated from. So others were in their togas with red, purple and blue bands- depending on the colors of their respective school. So you don't just sell the sablay as a souvenir. People work hard to earn the right of wearing one. I already messaged the office of the vice chancellor regarding this. I hope to hear from them soon.

All I need :)

Wouldn't it be nice to be neighbors with your best friends like Jules, Ellie and the rest of the gang in Cougar Town?

Whenever I watch Cougar Town, I enjoy those scenes where the gang randomly shows up in Jules' place. Spend the night with a bottle of wine, or their weekly breakfast thing. It's just so nice to have friends within crawling distance, literally.

I find myself missing my friends a lot. I see some of them every Saturday in dance class. We also have the occasional dinner with college friends. Once we went to the beach for the weekend. (I wonder when we'll do that again?)

Two Saturdays ago, after dance class, Fa and I picked up Jen and drove to Bonifacio High Street to do some shopping. We had so much fun laughing during the trip! I have this feeling we're slowly introducing Jen to our jologs world. Now I'm sure she knows Mon Confiado. hahaha When Fa and I dropped Jen off to her house, we passed by this lot in their village that's for sale. It was a huge lot. Enough to fit two houses and is located on the main avenue of the village.

Fa joked 'Ano bilhin na natin?' Me: Oo para araw araw dance class na sa brewing point! And then the joke went on and on until we ended up imagining paano pag tinatamad ka maglakad papuntang Brewing Point? "Eh di gumulong ka nalang. Mga sampung gulong lang or tatlong tumbling, andun ka na. O di kaya, mag kariton ka. Sabihin mo 'yaya patulak sa brewing point. Pipitikin lang ni yaya yung kariton, tapos pag naka-baba ka na, hihilahin niya na pabalik yung kariton wahahahahahaha!" Imagine that exchange of crazy punch lines between me and Fa. Good thing we weren't in EDSA or else we'd be crashing into one of the cars or buses because of laughing too much.

I love my friends! I miss them everyday as much as I miss my family. They're my family here in Manila and I cannot live without them. I wish I see everyone before I leave for Christmas vacation in Iloilo!

I miss

I miss just having us three. It's rare, I tell you.

Joop, Lee, Jom

National Bookstore, 2005. We were buying college school stuff for me and Jom.

Photo taken by my mom.

Jom lived in a dorm in Taft when he entered college. He's used to living in the dorm. I on the other hand, dislike dorms. I hate forcing myself to get to know people. So my epic story goes like this... "Yeah I stayed in Kalayaan (It's the freshman dorm in UP) for two weeks then I begged my mom to allow me to stay at home." hahaha I find that I have this need for a wide personal space and I just can't have that in a dorm. Plus, there's a certain stereotype of dormers. OKAY I'M STOPPING THERE. Don't wanna offend dormer friends. :)

I have reasons for posting this and maybe Raish will understand. Now all I pray for is that Joop makes it to UP or Ateneo so he can stay here at home. Truth is, he doesn't want to stay here because of my uncle. HAHA Then again my uncle rarely comes home so it's almost always just me. But if Joop prefers to live with his friends, that's totally fine. As long as they sleep over and hang out here during weekends. I'm gonna give Joop that T.G.I.S.- GMIK-GrowingUp, 90's kinda lifestyle. You know- they days when it's cool to hangout at home instead of sitting in coffee shops or strolling at the mall.

Before this post becomes even more cluttered than it already is, I'm gonna stop. Happy weekend everyone!

Saturday Night Laugh

Dear Lord,

Thank you for a beautiful day. I had so much fun in dance class today! Prince was late but it was a packed class (15 students) and coach was so hyper so it made the session more interesting. Being with friends makes it a thousand times better.

Thank you also for the chance to meet this pretty mom. Seeing her happy made it easier for me to accept certain things. I was humbled. And happy that such moment reminded me that love exists.

Thank you for reminding me that teaching is a gift. I did not quite enjoy the second class we attended. The instructor was just not connecting with us (or me, I dunno). It crossed my mind that if it was Coach Prince who was teaching that dance, it would've been easier and more enjoyable. Now I find that I'm back to my childhood dream of becoming a teacher. I somehow believe that because I learned from the best teachers, I can teach effectively. Of course, that's just my theory. :))

We dropped by Jen's house to visit her mom. Then it rained but it was quick. We had a short chat, then Fa and I went to lunch then to my place to freshen up. The rain did not stop Fa and I from dragging Jen to go to High Street and check out Muji. We laughed a lot in the car! We did a lot of walking too. Thank you for the good meal at Stock Market. Though I am sad there was no more red velvet vixen at Sonja's when we got there. We had another hilarious ride on our way home all thanks to Fa's Mom Confiado trivias.

Now my legs are tired from all the walking but I'm very happy. This happiness will hopefully last me the whole week. I'm glad that now I have Saturdays to look forward to.

Thanks, super.♥

Rants of a 90's girl

I can't move on. I swear. Growing up in the 90's is the best thing ever! Of course older people will disagree. But I think the 90's was saktong nothing too primitive, nothing too advanced. We work hard for things we want or need. Homeworks were done through research and are handwritten.

I've seen the rise and death of Gaisano mall. From being the it mall in Iloilo to becoming the most jologs mall when SM arrived. I learned text messaging when I was in Grade 5. My mom had the first SMS-abled Nokia phone. Boy bands, MTV, Apple dapple and Whammos, Zip orange juice (those in pyramid-ish containers), Power Rangers, Captain Planet, Swat Cats, Storck caramel candy, Ovaltinees, TGIS, Flames. ugh. Why do I sound like Senti Sabado? hahahaha

Now it's Google and print outs. They say today's generation is by far the smartest generation. Well, dapat lang diba? I mean, generations have to continuously improve. Like students have to know more than their teachers. But it's not about being the smarter generation. It's which generation makes proper use of the information. Nowadays information is taken for granted simply because it's just there. Only a few willingly search for answers out of curiosity. Kids don't read books (and I mean encyclopedias and atlases, not Twilight), they don't play outside, and they don't write in cursive form! I am appalled at how easy life is for kids today. I'm all for development but it's sad how technology changes everything. So now I'm holding on to as much memories as I can.

I'd like that one day, my kids and nephews and nieces would hang out it my house and check out the stuff from my generation. Like how Pepe Smith is an awesome rockstar, that Ely Buendia headed the biggest, most phenomenal local band evarrr, that Chuvaness.com was a bible of pop culture, and all the other stories that deserve some ooohs, aahhhs and wows from the kids. Because I like seeing old stuff of my mom and her sibs. It's interesting to see their life through the things they own. (And that's why I'm kinda irritated that mom's sib/my 'evil' uncle lost Lolo's camera. And renovated this house. All that is part of Lolo. That's part of a history that we deserve to have.)

Of the things that I want to preserve, music and culture (values) are on top of my list. Somehow I find that we are more respectful, considerate and simple. Kids today are maarte, impatient and they speak too much English. I have nothing against that but I'm also not for neglecting our Mother tongue because I know 5 year old kids who do not understand Filipino! And they bully their yayas and scream and throw a fit when they do not get the littlest of wants. I SWEAR I WANNA PINCH THEM WHEN THEIR PARENTS AREN'T LOOKING. But that's child abuse I guess. hahaha

There. I'm done ranting (for today).

Wasakan na ng wallet- charing!

Ika nga ni Lola Chuvs...MANILA, WE'RE GETTING SPOILED!

The best thing about Manila is that it feeds the shoppingera in me! We've got so much malls, best stocks in town (Bench and Bayo in the provinces suck), and if you looove shopping online, shipping is cheap- anywhere from 50-80 pesos and some shoppers offer free shipping. Isn't that great? I must admit, I spend most of my free time and salary shopping. So yeah I shouldn't wonder where my 'savings' are now. They're either bags or shoes or some expensive piece of makeup. WHUUT?!

As if we don't have enough, here comes Muji marching in to wipe out our salaries this October. Oh God. I am officially dreading the day I step foot into that shop. No, I've never been to Muji. I planned to visit when I was in Singapore last summer but Ana and I never got the chance to go. But I've heard enough stories to convince me I'm gonna love it there. I'm in the process of simplifying my life and although I can say I'm sooo far from achieving that goal, at least I'm starting somewhere a.k.a. my closet.

No, I'm not limiting myself to only 20 pieces of clothing. That's insane. Instead I'm limiting myself to a few colors. I only remember one person noticing and saying it aloud- Cheska. When I attended her birthday party she said 'black again?' In my mind "hey, you noticed!" hahaha Back in college I remember my closet having lotsa whites, pinks, some reds, and lots of blue jeans. Really- anything goes. Now those pinks have been donated to my college org's rummage sale, some of the whites are still with me but my closet is filled with blues, blacks, charcoals and grays. They're just easier to wear and yes, yes, it camouflages flabs which comes handy when I'm out with the girls and at least one of us brings a camera. haha

Back to Muji. It's known for basics- from house basics to wardrobe basics so yes, I'm gonna love it there. I'm still not visiting Forever21. I'd pick Muji over F21 any day. So I'm saving my salary for October and November and definitely drop by Muji before I go home to Iloilo for the holidays.

Oh, I wish my mom could tag along in my shopping escapades. But that won't be long because my (baby) brother is going to college next year. I'm really excited. Like out of this world kind of excited. I prays he makes it to his dream school- whichever that is. :)

Something Fishy

Yesterday I felt like a fish out of the water.

I attended my friend Ana's birthday celebration at Red Box. Originally it was gonna the usual four of us but lots of her friends from her college (Fine Arts) tagged along which brings the grand total of 11 people. I was the only 'new' person. my friend Mau, despite being from Home Economics, is pretty much part of the group because she's always tagged along in their plans. Plus, everyone knows I'm a serious 'karaoke' girl...meaning when there's karaoke, I expect everyone to sing the songs they picked- and not just mumble or worse, listen to the MTV version. So it got a little bit frustrating when songs would play and no one was taking the microphone.

Poor me, BA girl. HAHA They didn't know I was from BA though. There wasn't any chance of introducing my 'history' to everyone. I made an alibi that I had to leave at 10 because I've got work to do early the next day. But later that night, we were all warming up, food kept coming, and somehow I felt a teeny bit more comfortable so I decided to stay.

In general, it was a good night. It was interesting to be the outlier in a group. Besides, I stayed for Ana. She's a good friend so to hell with being a fish out of water, as long as she's happy because I stayed.

Earlier that night, while waiting for 7 pm to proceed to Red Box, I had an urge to get a haircut. I initially wanted to have it at Tony and Guy but I needed to wait for 40 minutes before my turn so I declined. I went to the usual Acqua and was hoping my stylist is absent so I can try Narry who's been much raved about on blogs. BUT NO. When I entered, I immediately saw my stylist and shempre, nahiya na rin ako, and I need a cut so I proceeded for a cut.

The thing i hate about my stylist Terry is that she'd always always try to persuade me to get a hair treatment. Dai, ikaw ba magbabayad nun? Hello. After finishing touches on my cut, she kept commenting 'Dry yung hair mo, ma'am. May static. Mag treatment ka.' I didn't say anything. It was getting into my nerves na talaga. Just do what you have to do with my hair k? After that cut, I paid and gave they shampoo-blowdry girl her tip. I couldn't find Terry so I left immediately. I would have looked for her and give her a tip- just because I always give one. But this time, I didn't feel any guilt not giving her one. I am sooo moving to Tony and Guy. It's a few hundreds more expensive but if it'll be a peaceful session, I'm willing to pay.

Why Bob Ong is the best.

Hindi lungkot o takot ang mahirap sa pag-iisa kundi ang pagtanggap na sa bilyon-bilyong tao sa mundo, wala man lang nakipaglaban upang makasama ka. -Bob Ong

Photo source here.

Nothing

You know those days when you feel blah and you know exactly why but just couldn't say it out loud?

Because saying it out loud contradicts your alter-ego's beliefs and kills the positivity in you. Because the more you say it, the more it'll probably not come around and the longer you'll stay in such blah state.

And there's no one to turn to. Not because you've got no friends but because you know they can't really do anything about it. Some of them have greater problems than what you have. Heck this one is not even a problem.

It's killing you, to sit and wait for something, anything to happen and you see all the good things in others and then you ask yourself... so? And me? Uhhh, hello?

Loser much?

Am I such a loser for saying that the best part of my week is Saturday?

Yesterday I tweeted "I don't have any debt but I feel so poor!"

Now I think I figured out why.

You see, I don't exactly live an office girl lifestyle. My weekdays are usually free of paperwork - unless my boss is here and has stuff that he needs me to do. On a normal, work-free day, I just lounge on the sofa and fiddle with my computer until it's nighttime. In some days I do my laundry. Twice or thrice a week I find myself at the mall. Sometimes to pay the bills and buy groceries, sometimes just to dine out, usually to find something to spend on- which is bad, I know. I find that shopping is a way of killing time for me. It's unproductive, wasteful and clearly, not doing good for my 'career'.

On Saturdays though, I'm sooo alive! Taking that dance class is the best decision I've made as far as my '(non)-active' lifestyle is concerned. I love that I dance with my friends. I love that we can catch up. It feels like college PE class- except we were never classmates in PE back in college. It's even more fun that our instructor is so hot on the dance floor but let's not get into that. But I have to admit, it's part of the motivation.

Saturdays will be even crazier because I've reserved my afternoons to meet up with other friends to discuss stuff I cannot reveal just yet. I'm also looking forward to our next GNOs with themes! First on the list is an all-things-girly sleepover at Edsa Shang! Well, it was supposedly in one of our houses but we all have reasons why we can't host the sleepover so Ja suggested that we book a room at Edsa Shang. YAY! Can't wait!

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

Hiphop Saturday Session 3! Oh my gosh you guys, today was a blast! But not without misadventures!

I was excited coz Farrah and Jen are back to attend class with me and Cams. I decided to wear my old sneakers because it glides better on the floor. I left home a little past 10 am and rode the bus to Tandang Sora. If you're familiar with the bus, there's two or three steps to take to reach the row of seats. My right foot hit the last step and I felt it...I felt the sole of my shoe come off. Apparently it wasn't just an old pair. It was a very old pair. HAHAHA

So I sat on the nearest empty seat and mentally weighed my options. To hop off, go home and change shoes or pray that Jen is a size 9 and borrow from her. (Her house is located on the street beside the dance studio.) I had to risk it. I texted Jen about my dilemma. Mygosh she's a size 8 but I was desperate so I said pwede na yan! Thank God I packed a pair of slippers with me so I changed into them while on the bus. Imagine if I didn't bring slippers?! Oh Lord, you are amazing.

Just to make sure, I passed by 7-Eleven, bought a ridiculously overpriced super glue (80 pesos!!!) AND WTH IT DIDN'T REPAIR MY SHOE. Sayang yung 80 pesos. After a few minutes Fa picked me up from Jollibee beside 7-Eleven. A little after we got to the studio, Cams was already there. Jen arrived with my emergency shoes. THANK GOD THEY FIT. Literal na fit ha. As in fit na fit a.k.a. MASIKIP. :))

Now the class. There were only six girls. Four of us and then Riza (special mention #1 in session 2) and then a new girl Reg. It was a great class. Less people, more space for each of us and we belong to the same age group so it's pretty easy to get along. Coach started teaching us. At first I still felt the usual pressure I feel but I forced myself to release the tension and just dance the way I dance at home. WALA NANG HIYA HIYA! hahaha

During our waterbreak, Coach left the room so we had a chance to throw in some comments like 'I can't do this step or that. This one is too fast, I skip a step to catch up, etc.' When Coach came back, we started with our second set of steps.

After completing the sets, Coach said 'I'd like to see, hmmm...these two dance.' OMG I ALMOST DIED. These two = Me and Riza. Sabi ko 'Sabayan mo kami Sir.' "Yah, sure!" AYIIIIEEEE LANDI. I KNOW. (Funny how Riza and I are both 'healthy' so at first akala ko size showdown. :)) But Riza's a little bigger. Mga parang si Mercedes sa Glee.)

So there, sample chuva lalala. Then Coach said "The reason I picked these two is that they got groove." He points to me saying "I like your groove." OMG CAN YOU FEEL MY HEART FLUTTER? Then he tells everyone 'you know this *does the step* gotta have the groove from the start. Practice grooving everywhere. Like when you hear music, groove to it. I JUST HAD TO SAY THIS ALOUD: 'Sir, kung alam mo lang.' EVERYONE LAUGHED! So tinuloy ko na yung joke... Luto ka na, *grooove*! Laba ka na, *grooove*! Remind me to demonstrate this. haha Glad everyone was laughing. It's nice to attend a class where you're friends with everyone. A lot of jokes were thrown in the session.

We had this side kick step and Coach said 'your kick has to be strong. Think that there's this annoying person beside you that you want to kick hard. I joked 'Sir, sir, dito ka nga (sa tabi ko). OMG everyone laughed but Coach didn't get the joke. He laughed but he probably thought we were laughing coz of his tip.

Anyway we did the set again two more times and then he dismissed the class with the final woohoos and claps for everyone. Coach approached and gave us high fives. I'd like to think Riza and I got special high fives. With Riza's he had this roaring sound effect na super angas. I was the last one who got a high five so we kinda got into a small talk. All I remember is 'I like your groove. The first day you were shy but now you've got it.' Something like that. I'm giddy he remembers me from the first day. *yes, insert giggle here* All I said in reply was 'Thank you!"

He was in a waaaay better mood today and I love it so much. Riza agrees he was 'out of it' last week.

Okay I am talking like a crazy teenager (hahaha feelingera?). This should be entitled 'Chronicles of today's hiphop class.' Because I seriously don't want to forget anything about my eventful morning.

Just so we're clear, yes some* friends and I find our dance teacher hottt. He's married with two kids. 'Nuff said.

*(some = excluding Fa)

I love my boss!

Today my dad and I went to the printing office to work on some product labels. Amazing how these graphic artists do magic on the computer. I originally planned to be dropped off at the mall before dad drives to the printing office but he said I should tag along since we're having dinner at the mall anyway. Of course, I tagged along, unwillingly. haha It was all good though. My inputs were executed on the labels so my ears are flapping in delight. Not much of an achievement compared to others but at least my mall time turned label making was productive.

A little past three, I was sleepy and hungry. Glad we were wrapping up. Dad and I drove to Trinoma, paid some bills, checked some stores and eventually he gave up walking around and we had coffee. I asked permission to leave for a quick window shopping. Twenty minutes later he was not in the coffee shop and I called him and found him sitting at the food court. You know dads. They may seem stern but they know their kids. My dad knows his daughter.

I was fidgety sitting in front of him and then he said 'Puntahan mo na yung gusto mong puntahan. Text mo nalang ako kung nasaan ka mamaya.' UGH. I LOVE MY DAD. So I left and found myself in my favorite stores but ended up buying a shirt from Gap. After that purchase, I stashed the paper bag in my tote to meet up with dad for dinner.

When I sat at the table, the first thing he asked was 'Oh, wala kang nabili?' hahahaha I hesitantly answered 'Meroooon.' I was kinda shy to let my dad know I spent money again today. Not because he's against it. He never was. It's just funny that he's concerned if I spent my shopping time wisely.

On our way home, we talked about cars and motors and traffic. He gives me tips about driving (as if I drive!) haha Like I should be careful of cars without break lights But I've been thinking a lot lately. Maybe I should start practicing driving so I can drive my folks around. And my brother too (up until he learns how to drive) coz he's going to college next year. Much like Fa who sometimes takes Ernan to school or pick him up in whichever mall. And Raish who drives herself and Mico to school until Mico learned to drive. Sooo cute. I hope my brother is enthusiastic too.

Anyway, I'm deviating from my topic. I just wanna say I loved today! Plus it was Glee's premiere! Charice was soooo good but it seems like the botox didn't work. haha Hope the eps get better and the botox eventually shows its effects!

Can't tweet this

HOW IS IT THAT I'M FRUSTRATED FOR SUCKING AT DANCE CLASS? IT'S JUST A FRIGGIN DANCE CLASS! PUCHA.

No pressure kind of pressure

Today is hiphop Saturday! Was actually anxious to go back to class because Jen pulled off a really good joke on (Coach) Prince and I need to break the truth. Of course that didn't happen because Prince never really engages in small talks with us so FML#1.

The steps are harder now! As in WTH why can't I follow? Eventually I was able to keep up but it was more of trying not to embarrass myself. And the room was quite packed, I couldn't move freely coz we'd end up too close to each other. I dunno, maybe that's just me.

Two of our classmates got special mention for really 'grooving'. I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT I'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT I'M NOT A BAD DANCER BUT TODAY, I'M BEGINNING TO DOUBT THAT. FML#2 :)) For some reason, I couldn't groove without looking like a trunk (was gonna say 'stick' but we all know why it doesn't fit).

And my goodness we have teenagers as classmates. Feeling ko talaga, if we were all in the same age group, gora na sa giling-giling noh! I can imagine a class full of ASAP jokes and banats and I just can't do that in this class. I feel that if we're all 'friends', we can groove without having to think that someone will laugh at us.

Prince probably saw our frustration OR worse, he was frustrated with how we moved. He kept telling us to "relax, don't get pressured, just have fun." But many times he made us repeat that 'getting the groove' move. That's obviously a sign of 'why are they not getting it?!' in a mentor-ly fashion. You know what's crazier? He had this pep talk about grooving before he dismissed us. Did we really suck that bad?

Needless to say I went home frustrated. Thank goodness Cams was there in class. Jen and Fa couldn't make it. If I was 'alone', I bet it'd be even moooore frustrated.

Oh well. Maybe next week it'll be better. I'll make friends na nga with our 'special mentioned' classmates! I could sure learn a thing or two. haha Btw, one of them said 'Hindi naman siguro ikaw yung na-injure dahil sa Steve Martin in heels?' Wow. Ang galing ng acting ni Jen. SIKAT NA AKO. hahaha Well, I told them it was a joke but I would have preferred it was Prince who asked. I guess the joke's on me? FML #3.

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Oh, I wanna share something I tweeted today.

I find that even if we knew the facts first, we still entertain fiction. - Adz Garcia 09.18.2010

Today

Today was better.

Maybe because it's Friday tomorrow. I have plans with my GNO (Girls Night Out) group to watch Jon Santos' 101 Jonjemons show at Teatrino. I'm excited! I've always wanted to watch him. He is one of the finest, smartest actor/comedians in the country- along with Eugene Domingo and Malou de Guzman. All three are from UP by the way so that makes me extra proud! My aunt (mom's sister) who's now a doctor was classmates with Jon Santos back in Diliman. He even came to this house according to mom. Dunno though which subject/s they were classmates in. My aunt was also classmates with Jessica Soho. Makes me wonder, 10 or 20 years from now, who among my classmates will be the big names in their fields that I'll end up bragging about? haha!

Jon Santos

My favorite (even before she had her own movies), Ms. Eugene Domingo

Malou de Guzman

*all photos from Google

Earlier Dad and I went out for dinner. You see outside our village, we have Puregold which houses Mang Inasal and Jollibee. If you cross the street there's Mercury Drug, Andoks, Baliwag, KFC, Lydia's Lechon, Pan de Manila and other restaurants so you'll never go hungry even if you're lazy to cook. Anyway, we parked at Puregold and crossed the street to get to Mercury coz he had to buy his meds for asthma. Sooo funny, my dad and I were playing 'patintero' with so much cars, jeeps and buses. I'm used to it coz I commute around but Dad does not commute so it was a tense moment for him. It was really fun. Don't get me wrong. Of course it was dangerous! Drivers here generally do not give way to pedestrians. But it was fun because I was with dad and he kept saying 'ayan dali dali dali!'

I also told Dad about my schedule for Friday and Saturday. Some friends tell me I'm too old to be asking permission from my folks. I know I'm of legal age. But it's not like I have to ask permission. It's a gesture I voluntarily do because they're my parents, they worry about me and it's not like they're not gonna allow me. I just feel it's better that parents know our whereabouts rather than keeping it from them and they end up sneaking into your phone or computer or nagging you about your plans.

I better stop now because I find my writing incoherent. :)) Here's to an amazing weekend!

CWC yet again

I already mention the hot wakeboarders I saw at CWC but never really mentioned anything else so here goes!

So sorry I didn't take food shots because 1) I forget too often! 2) I end up taking a bite before remembering to take a shot. Meaning, the plating has been destroyed=not photogenic. 3) I'm shy to take photos of the food my bosses ordered. Next time nalang when I'm with friends! At least I can stop them from taking a bite until I get a good shot.

Cabanas. Behind are the container vans. All the accommodations except The Mansion are walking distance from the cable park.

First, the room. There are different types of accomodations at CWC. The famous container van, the log cabin, the cabanas and the hotel rooms at the mansion which is far from the cable park. We booked five cabanas for everyone in the trip. It's small, but good enough. It's supposed to be a place to sleep and bathe in, not to hang out because you'll probably spend most of the day outside the room. Airconditioning is good (as in I wear a jacket to sleep and still feel cold!), and the bathroom is clean. We didn't have soap though. You know, the tiny- almost half a centimeter thick freebie that you expect in decent accommodations. We later found out they actually provide soap. Probably the attendant forgot to leave one in our room. Anyway it wasn't much of an issue coz I bring my own soap whenever I travel. The bathroom had heat-adjustable faucets and showers by the way. The only confusing part is that the faucet had a hot-cold heater (pulled to the left and water flows hot, pulled to the right and water flows cold) but the shower had an opposite direction! I freaked out a bit coz the shower was too hot- as in pwede ka mag-kape! I managed to fix it after a few seconds. I'm not sure if its the same in other cabanas.

The attendants. Oh my gosh, where do I begin. I LOVE THEM! For some reason, they're genuinely niiice! Unlike other tourist places who are nicer to foreigners and just nice to locals. They greet everyone good morning. They engage you in small talks. Offer really good service. There's this gay room attendant who greeted me good morning when I was about to leave our cabana to have breakfast. He reminded me so much of Emm! He was mahinhin pero kikay. As in he had eyeliner and lip balm on. Sooo landi! hahaha

"Good morning m'aam!"

Hi!

"Papalinis kayo ng room ma'am?"

Uhhh, sige. Ngayon na ba?

"Okay po-uh. Mamaya maya na po-uh." (The "po-uh" is like po but with that flair or twang in the end. Sooo bading in a good way!)

Then at the Mansion where we had a meeting, the waiters (we had our lunch served in the conference room) were just so polite, quick, efficient and exceptionally nice. Uh, I'm so impressed! It's like they're all so happy to be working there. Sometime that day, there was no water in the bathroom of our conference room and attendants came immediately.

The waiters at the clubhouse were nice too. Although they're slightly forgetful (took us at least three times before our water came), they were very patient and polite.

The Clubhouse.

Their wakeboard-shaped menu. Cute detail!

The service. I mentioned the good people already. Now their service. At the clubhouse, it's a pretty decent waiting time. Ten minutes was the longest I waited, I think. The best service was the room cleaning. THEY FOLDED MY CLOTHES! hahahaha That morning I laid my clothes flat on the bed to remove some creasing due to folding in my bag. There were only two hangers so I couldn't hang all my clothes. When I got back, even my used jacket was folded in style! I was sooo amazed I had to take a picture. Day two of cleaning, it was my dad who left his bed cluttered. When we got back, his stuff were piled neatly! Crazy! Even our phone chargers were rolled and placed on top of the bedside table. I never even do that to my chargers at home. Usually I don't like strangers touching my stuff because I might lose something but I noticed the attendants only fix stuff on your bed. Our cabinet was still the same cluttered space when we got back so that's really nice.

My neatly folded clothes.

All in all, it was a great experience at CWC. It would have been better if I tried wakeboarding but I promise I will when I visit with friends.

BLAH

Did you ever feel sad but didn't know why? Like suddenly you realize you never smiled at any point of the day?

I've been feeling that way since yesterday and I really hope it ends soon. To me, a day without a smile or a good laugh is a wasted day and I hate wasting my day. People close to me would know how much I loooove laughing or smiling.

So can someone or something please make me smile before the day ends? Because I'd really like to make this day count.

Oh, for the sake of having a photo in this post, here's my shot of Mt. Isarog. Taken from the clubhouse of CWC, Pili, Camarines Sur.

HERE'S TO HAPPIER DAYS!

CWC, Steve Martin and UP

Last night we just got back home at 11 pm from CWC. Too bad I didn't get to try wakeboarding. First, our schedule was packed with meetings and account visits. Two, I was with bosses old enough to be my parents and aunts so no one was as enthusiastic to try the sport. Three, the experienced ones were sooo good you wouldn't want to try it without another newbie in tow. I plan to drag my friends there though so sama sama na ang mga first timers!

I did however, witness great wakeboard skills from two hot guys. I love them! I was standing with one of my bosses near where guy1 was sitting. I was taking photos of his friend (guy2) while he was wakeboarding.

Guy 2

When he skipped the ramp I said to my boss "Sayang di siya nag ramp."

Guy 1 stood up and wore his high-end wakeboard gear and hopped to the platform. Sooo hottt. AND THEN GUESS WHAT, HE USED THE RAMP! Ugh. Methinks he heard my frustration on not seeing anyone use the ramp. I love you, dear stranger for that.

His gear. Took this photo while he was resting 2 feet away from where I'm standing. Kapal ko! :))

Likod palang, hottt na. Sorry no close up! Was shy! :)

(I hate my photos. I'm never quick enough to get a great moving shot. ugh. Thus I'm allotting my Christmas bonus to get myself a new digicam. hihi Maybe I'll loan my SLR to my brother.)

On our way back to Manila, I got a text from Jen saying Coach Prince believed I actually sprained my ankle from doing the Steve Martin step in heels! HAHAHA I can't wait to attend the next class! I have no idea how to tell him it was a joke. Speaking of our dance class, I'm so happy I found a video that's soooo similar to our first lesson. It's the same dance except for one step! So just imagine Fa, Jen and I doing this. :))

Steve Martin step on 0:29 onwards. (Imagine doing that in heels.)

And last but definitely the best... CONGRATULATIONS TO THE UP PEP SQUAD!!! The best routine evaaaar. Flawless! High-energy! Amazing. And I had the funnest time doing a pseudo tweet conference with my friends while we were in our homes watching the competition on TV!

UP Pep girls aren't the slimmest among the UAAP teams but watching their routine, they look like the lightest ones!