Friday Digest

I did my first leg of shopping yesterday morning. I wasn't able to buy everything on my list because after all, it was a weekday and I still have a shift last night.

Kahit masakit sa bulsa, I bought myself some loot at The Body Shop. For my everyday beauty arsenal, I also bought this lovely pressed powder from Beauty Credit (surprisingly, medyo pricey din siya), which is a Korean line of make-up for me to use everyday. I still have to ask Clare sana if she ever tried using one, since she knew anything and everything about Korea but the cute packaging called unto me (Ambabaw, hehehe!)

It really is the season of happiness. Even if I'm always "bad trip" at the office (no thanks to you, "Becky"!), I have too many endorphins to battle it out.


We also got some good news that the office will be closed on Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve. Thank heavens for cutting us some slack. I was already goin’ restless because I really wouldn’t want to go to work on New Year’s Eve. I’m relieved that I wouldn’t have to come up with a convincing alibi for not coming to the office.

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Not that I have ever tried it, but I THINK this is a good “make-out” song:



Kayo? What do you think is the best “make out” song? (Ugh, spare me this and this, okay?)

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If withdrawing money on ATM is like this, patay na ako. As in, DEAD.


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Have a happy, worry-free weekend everyone! Lots of love from me to you!

Taking off the "okay" mask

I was planning to keep my vitriolic sentiments or whatever it is I’m feeling now on a separate journal as I don’t want to say something online that I would not be able to retract later on. Yet I’m still wide-awake so I’d rather get this off my chest because I think it’s what causing my inability to sleep.

I have always been a firm believer of the Filipino saying: “Kung gusto, gagawa ng paraan, kung ayaw, magdadahilan.”

For this reason, my greatest flaw is that I am easily disappointed with people when they failed to meet the least of my expectations.

Let me tell you this, I am not a demanding, difficult person. It was instilled in me as a child that I cannot get everything I want and that my expectations could actually be the total opposite of what could really happen. Even so, I know that if you really want something or you’re out to prove something, you’d try all of the ways possible to at least try and get it.

Then again, it seems that giving excuses is way easier than going through all the troubles. We simply expect that other person would simply have to understand and accept these excuses.

I have been wracking my brains out for weeks now on what to give this friend of mine for a birthday gift. Especially when I saw him recently and he showed me that he’s still wearing the shirt I gave him about three birthdays ago. It made me happy because even if we had a falling out more often than one could ever imagine, he still managed to keep it. It fueled something in me to prepare a better birthday gift for him. What color suits him best? What could really look good on him? All these questions have been running through my mind.

Then came my birthday last Sunday and I never received a single birthday greeting from him. Not even a one-liner of a text message.

One more cake left out in the rain.

A fog of disappointment has once again clouded my ability to look for a reason for him forgetting. The truth is, whatever his reasons – whether that’s a deliberate thing or not, no longer interests me. All I know is that he has forgotten it.

A real friend shouldn’t forget a friend’s special day. No matter how busy he or she could get. No matter the circumstances. A true friend always finds a way.

I wasn’t asking for the sun, stars or the moon. I wasn’t demanding anything that would take so much. Most of all, I wasn’t upset that here I am thinking of ideas for his birthday and I was expecting him to do the same. Of course not. This is not a question of being equally reciprocated for every little thing I do. Especially that I’ve always been happier giving than receiving.

But I think it’s only fair that you get a little something. In every relationship, even just between friends, there’s always something you need to invest. This may sound so rudimentary, but it has to be give and take.

If that’s what our friendship meant to him then I don’t want to be a part of it anymore. Hindi pwede `yung kung kailan na lang niya akong maisipang kausapin o bigyan ng atensiyon, `yun na lang.

Who am I kidding?! I’m sure hindi naman niya mapapansin because he’s always been busy. I’m sure he’d think of this as just me getting “all dramatic” and that it will pass like every snag and stumbling block we had before. If that’s what he think, then fine.

It’s better to break the thing off. Hindi na okay eh.

The 33rd year

Let me first thank everyone who remembered and greeted me on my birthday yesterday. Regardless if it’s through text or through email – or even through Facebook (sorry as it took me a while to respond to all of it), I appreciate it so much.

Some of the people that greeted me aren’t the people that I was expecting at all. Like this friend of mine Jett from Dipolog, who I met in person only once and that was a day before my birthday last year. He sent me a text message early in the morning. I mean, little displays of gestures like that can really go a long way.

Once again, thank you guys!

Having absolutely no plans for my birthday, when my friends came out with a DVD day at Jenny’s place last Saturday, I decided to join along and bring a little something to share with them.



Really. All I really wanted is to chill out at home on my three-day sabbatical weekend (I was given a leave for today, Monday). I have no “grand plans” of having a birthday party or birthday date for my Big 33. I just think that it is so redundant and superfluous. I guess it’s my age catching up on me. Hindi na ako masyadong matakaw sa mga gimmicks.

I just spent my birthday by attending the Sunday mass at the Greenbelt chapel, having a food trip of Fettuccine Carbonara and boneless chicken as a treat for myself (not to mention my other “fast-food” stopovers) and a little shopping afterwards, which would be “to be continued” come payday this Thursday. I had a DVD marathon watching this and this. I also laughed out loud watching this on HBO.

The cold December weather, even on lazy afternoons, is getting too hard to resist. All I wanted is to lounge around, take a nap, or roll on the bed the whole day. So even if a lot of people; like my Kuya Mon, my friends and IM were all asking me out to “celebrate”, I took a rain check and opted to stay home instead. Besides, I don’t like going out on weekends because of the hoards of people in the malls. I grew scared of crowded areas kaya para akong naiirita kapag maraming tao (sorry if that sounded snooty to you). This is the same reason why I often go to the mall on weekdays.

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My cousin Garet just got back from Sweden with her husband Apee and daughter Sophia. She gave me this H&M bag as a “pasalubong”:


Maraming, maraming salamat `insan!

Thinking Aloud on a Friday morning

Every morning on my way home, just right before crossing Ayala Avenue from our office building, a man would hand us, the passersby, this:


I don’t know if it’s something done randomly or if I really look like I’m in desperate need of cash. People working on call centers seem to be the target of such maybe because of the rather extravagant and unrestrained lifestyle of the people in that industry. While I no longer work in a call center or BPO, I know darn well kung gaano kaluluho ang mga tao du’n. Katuwiran nila, sa sobrang stressful ng trabaho, dapat lang mag-unwind. They end up spending more than what they actually earn. No wonder a lot of them are chained on credit card bills and loans.

Thank goodness, I don’t have such problems.

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Why is my fondness for banana...the fruit, would elicit the most insinuating chuckles? Don't answer that. I know why. Although, I am totally perplexed why they even associate it with the male sex organ.

The banana doesn't even look like a penis to begin with!

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Call me bitter, manang or conservative (the last one is revolting) but I absolutely hate it when I see couples kissing...inside a jeepney for crying out loud!

Na-in love din naman ako, nagka-boyfriend. And even if there are times I would so love to kiss him and can't wait to get all over him, only that, I certainly wouldn't want to do it in public. Bad taste lang talaga.

I know what couples do are definitely none of my business, but I mean, do it in a cab -- in your own car...in the comforts of your own home, inside some seedy mot-mot for all I care...basta somewhere without an audience. Naman. What could be cheaper than making out inside a public transport?

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I have heard of this same observation before, I think it was Jerry Seinfeld who pointed this out but I’m wondering the very same thing.

Try typing something sexually explicit on Yahoo Search under “Images” tab, it will have this pop-up about safe search asking if you are at least 18. And all you have to click is the buttons "I Accept" or "Cancel" to proceed.

If I am a minor, what do you think will I click?


Ay, caramba.

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When I got home from work yesterday morning, this is what I saw hanging by our gate:


I asked my Dad about it. He was quick to point out that may nakisuyo lang na isabit muna dahil dadaan daw si Erap.

A few hours later, Erap's motorcade did came. Tuwang-tuwa naman ang mga taga-Tramo. I am just like: "What the..?"

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If there's another thing that can peeve me, that is a person INCESSANTLY complaining about his or her money woes. You know, the type na daing ng daing pagdating sa pera?

Who doesn't go bankrupt? Who doesn't go on a really terrible cash crunch? Who doesn't have bills or loans to pay? Lahat naman tayo `di ba? Pero I hate it when everytime na lang na mag-uusap, daing siya ng daing...like she paid for the electricity bill, nagpagawa ng kisame ng bahay nila, na wala siyang pera, etc. when come to think of it, she earns more than all of us.

Okay, granted that she has more responsibilities than most of us (kahit single pa naman siya), but ain't it exhausting when all she do is gripe everyday? Sometimes, we can't help but avoid her because of it. When she starts with her usual intro, we'd roll our eyes up to our cerebral cortex and say: "here she goes again..."


Hindi mo naman inuutangan.

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Some of my friends said that I looked good in tights as it emphasizes my butt.

Then again, it’s a pain wearing it. Especially that I am not the type that is sitting glued to my chair all the hours I’m at the office.

Gosh…it burns at the slightest movement!

The kind of friction I hate.

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I read somewhere:

“Ang maligo sa mga panahong ito ay isang matinding pagsubok”

…or something to that effect.

I couldn’t agree with it more. That’s from someone that has a very low tolerance for cold. Specifically, cold shower/bathing water.

*Ngatog*

Bagong ligo…brrrrr!
These days my best friend is that takure that I bought from my former officemate Alex (an unwanted wedding gift he received).

I would often joke same time last year that I am reminded of him everytime I take a bath since the kettle is the silent witness. That joke never fails to draw out guffaws from my male officemates (you know, that’s me again saying the wrong thing even if I mean something else!)

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All this Ally McBeal-ing is making me hungry. Enjoy your weekend, everyone!

I will. Three-days off, baby!

Starting to grow an "L" on my forehead?

I’m intrigued...but not exactly caving in (yet).


I chanced upon the replay of Glee on ETC but only because it just so happens that I didn't go to work the night before, making me wide-awake the entire Wednesday afternoon. Otherwise, I will have no chance of watching it because I'm usually asleep from 11am-5pm on weekdays.

Even with the good reviews and raves of my relatives and friends, I'm initially not intrigued by it. I know the story --- a bunch of talented but highly unlikely students (a wheelchair-bound geek, an Asian, a gay fashionista, an African-American, and a football jock to name quite a few) are part of the school's Glee Club mentored by this uber-talented Spanish(?) professor Will Schuester with somewhat of a "calling".

Having that as a gist, how could that be interesting? I’ve had enough of the cheesy, silly and highschool-ish schamaltzy of The Highschool Musical, which, even if I find everyone who's a part of it very talented (this was before I started hating her), I still don't find it very engaging enough to watch over and over again. I'm just not into shows where characters would suddenly burst into a song and dance numbers.

The same impression is what I had with Glee. I knew about the show long before others started raving about it but I was just stumped. I have watched it on some occasions and there are scenes that could be quite dragging. But this might be because I knew nothing about the story aside from how the characters were described from the teasers that they were showing on cable TV.

Yesterday, perhaps out of boredom, I was able to sit through the entirety of the show and I found myself laughing at some of the scenes. I especially liked the one scene where Mr. Schuester sang The Police classic “Don’t Stand So Close to Me” and “Young Girl” to Rachel and the poor girl thought she was being asked to “read between the lines” and she totally misunderstood it. T’was hilarious!



She started to be all psychotic to the point of visiting his professor’s apartment one night, being enslaved by the wife who totally knew what was going on and my favorite…when she attempts to sing “Crush” by Jennifer Paige when her professor is bringing her home.

Meanwhile, Finn’s version of “(You’re) Havin’ my Baby” by Paul Anka is really something worth downloading on my iPod.

No, I don’t think I’m reduced to a fan as of the moment like a lot of people I know. But maybe, this is the start of it – I really couldn’t tell. As I’ve said, I was only able to watch it because I wasn’t sleeping yesterday afternoon. Things will be different by next week I’m sure.

Nonetheless, I’ll let you know if I decided to get a DVD copy this weekend. You can judge it by then. ^_^