What are you afraid of?

Mumu?
Vampire?
Tiyanak?
The morgue?
A haunted house?
Halimaw sa banga?
Sadako?
The cemetery?
Knives?
Guns?
Pitchforks?
A cockroach?
A dead cockroach?
Rodents?
Big fat mice with gleaming red eyes?
Death itself?
Being poor?
Being unemployed?
Rejection?
Failure?
Snakes?

Or unrequited love?

What are you afraid of?

I’m afraid of mice with gleaming red eyes and the last one.

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

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listening to: Bonnie Raitt – I Can’t Make You Love Me

Filed under: That Crazy Little Thing, Tis The Season , fears, halloween

Sept? Oui!

Comment dit-on seven en francais?

Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept… SEPT!

Ooh-la la, fabuleux!

[1] In my first year in college, I met 6 wonderful people who became my original Bene college barkada. The seven of us became the señores of the then most popular tambayan in Inner Circle, BF Paranaque.

The boys: Kuya Rolf and Kuya Philip. The girls: Moi, Jap, and Karen. The in-betweens: Geri and Kang.

I think Kuya Rolf is busy in the seminary now. Kuya Philip is in Libis, taking care of his newborn baby and his wifey, Ate Kat. I was just with Jap today. Karen is already in Dubai. Doing what? I don’t know. Prolly dissing camels. Japan is blessed to have Geri, its lost daughter back. Kang? I have no idea where it is. It’s not my friend anymore.

[2] PBA Cager/Ateneo Blue Eagle, Rico Villanueva gave the 7th most interesting testimonial in my 1st Friendster account. His jersey number in ADMU and in Red Bull was 14. 7 x 2 = 14. Mwehehe. He wrote this testi on the 7th day of October 2003 at 6:01 PM. 6 + 1 = 7. Haha. Ipagpilitan daw ba?

[3] I usually leave work at 7pm. My shift starts at 10am. I love my sched. It’s conducive to my steady yet active nightlife and to my morning lethargic spells.

[4] I was born under the Sagittarius-Capricorn cusp. According to the 7th link in Google, those who are born from Dec 19 to 23 are

…flirtatious, devoted and playful in love and relationships. The great strength of the Sagittarius/Capricorn-born is in their philosophical and exploratory nature. It is important to them that they live life to the fullest, experiencing everything they can. Their ambition is inexhaustible, and they are not easily deterred when their goals are in sight. Their hard work makes them one of the most successful characters of the Zodiac.

Owwwws?

[5] Dopey is my favorite among the seven dwarves of Snow White. Isn’t he adorable? Fine, fine. A bit retarded, but cute nonetheless.

[6] Raymond Matthew G. Aldeguer, my 7th boyfriend. The second guy I loved. Yaaaataaaa. If I’m not mistaken, he became my boyfriend on April 7, 2000. I have nothing else to say. Haha. Ay meron pa pala. His height is 5′7″. His being vertically challenged is compensated by his… handsome face. Hehe.

* I first thought of the 7th man I loved but I have just loved 4. Mwehehe. Going 5? Going 5? Mwahaha.

[7] The 7th mp3 in my WinAmp is Ant + Dec’s Falling. It’s prolly the cheesiest love song I like after Edward Chun’s Give My Love.

I don’t know what came to me that I started my post in French.

Je ne sais pas.

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I tag Rona, Joko, Jovi, Sawn, Selvo, Kiwi, and Dana. Tag-tag-tag-tag-tag-taaaaaaag-tag!

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listening to: Cristina Aguilera, Pink, Mya, Missy Elliott – Lady Marmalade

Filed under: Boredom Management , bene, september

Sat @ Jap’s

I am still hungover and sleepless from the triad bestfriendship meeting last night. My heart is overflowing with love for my besties, Don and Jap– though mind is still overwhelmed from the sermon I got from them.

Our meeting started with pizza and coffee and with Don showing Jap a “campaign material” he did for her if she were to run for Kagawad.

“Ako po si Janice Aquino Hernandez. Ihalal niyo po ako bilang kagawad ng Better Living Subdivision. Ako po ay nagtapos ng Cosmetology minor in Underwater Aeronautics sa Harvard School of Bulacan at may ilang taon na po akong eksperiensya mula sa pagiging call girl ko sa APAC at GE. Ako po ay hardworking, honest, patient at may fleasing fersonality. Kaya ko rin pong tumulay sa miswa at magcartwheel sa magma.

Ito po ang aking mga plataporma:

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Iboto niyo po ako kung ayaw nyong balikan ko kayo.”

Haha. Don’s crazy. Jap retaliated by telling me that Don got a hard-on when Diane, one of our college buddies took his hand and put it on her breast. FYI, Don is gay. So imagine their bickering last night about the issue. Carino brutal at its finest. As usual, I played the part of the balimbing friend. I didn’t want to take anybody’s side, ’cause it’s much fun tampering in the middle. Hehe.

After eating, we put on facial firming masks and played 90’s dance music. The challenge was to sing and dance without laughing. Paano ka naman hindi matatawa sa pagra-running man sa Ice Ice Baby, pagbabutterfly sa Always at pag-giling sa Boom Shakalak? We looked like morons dancing in the living room when we were suprised by the arrival of Ate Maroon (Jap’s sister), Erik the fiance and Erik’s little nephew who looked horrified when he saw our green faces. Errrr… “Hi kiddo! Happy Halloween!” In fairness, in fairview and in fairlane, trick or treat? We got a treat. Erik gave us a box of chocolates. Hehe.

We were talking about Donne’s project with TEDSA or Jap’s opposite sex-aversion or my call center and bpo observations when I got a message from Jim. JIIIIIIIIIIM! Our longlost friend Jaime Plaza Carlos is back from the US! Woohoo! After the 30minute-texting and giving directions, he arrived and we reminisced our Bene College days. Cutting classes and going to Tagaytay, missing friends, friends who are now married, food in our Tambayan… We talked about his life in the US and how different it was from his pampered life here. We’re glad he’s back. And we’re mighty proud that he’s still the same friend who gives us bone-crushing hugs, who makes life a little bit better and loads more fun.

J3 followed 11ish. J3 and Jim didn’t get to meet each other in Bene. J3 just transferred to Bene when Jim left for the US. Buti na lang hindi sila nag-abot. With their pang-aasar combined, my life would have been miserable back then. :p

Sandro managed to drop by 12ish. He came from a wedding in Ortigas and yea, well… he got lost for the 2nd time because of me. Champion kasi ako sa giving directions. Paired with Jap, naku, the best! Did I say he dropped by? Stay extended. Why? It’s a small world afterall. He knows Jim pala. If I remember it right, his (young) uncle is Jim’s bestfriend. Weh. As far as I know, ako ‘yung binisita. Ending, si J3 and si Jim ang kinausap. Perfect. :p

You know what’s more perfect? When J3, Jim, and Sandro left, Don gave me his opinion on something I don’t want to talk about.

Don: Bes, I don’t feel the sincerity.
Me: Does sincerity have a relevance here?
Jap: I feel otherwise.
Me: Ayos. The cynic, the player, and the hopeless romantic.

After we watched Celebrity Death Match episodes, we talked about career and love until 5am. So far, we’re all bent on our careers. Backseat na naman si Love. So, it’s ironic when Jap asked me talk to Ian (her brother’s bestfriend) about his love problems.

Haha. Advise naman ako. As if I follow my own advice. Anyhoodles, I’m not in Ian’s situation yet. But I do want to follow what I told him about being a better version before committing again.

Shempre si Jap killer hirit, “Don’t listen to Don. You’re great the way you are. It’s him who has to get his act together.”

Haha. Jap loves me. She’s so supportive of my (lack of) love life. Mwahaha. Good thing Don was sleeping on the couch when she said that. Otherwise, he’d really have Jap cartwheel on magma and walk on miswa.

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listening to: Crystal Waters – 100% Pure Love

Filed under: Intimate Circle, WRU? , betterliving subdivision, donnie ylagan, iya santos, j3 tayag, ja lopa, jap hernandez, jim carlos, sandro lopa

Bday Mo Pala

At may 80’s benefit show ka daw tonight sa Metrobar with Ogie Alcasid and Rufa Mae?

Ganon ba talaga ‘pag tumatanda? Kumoconcert at bumebenefit na lang? When I hit that age, magpapaconcert din ako. Kasama si Madonna. As in si maDONNA Cruz. Kakanta kami ng Like a Virgin na remixed with Kapag Tumibok Ang Puso. We will disgust people. Yessss. That’s growing old with a vengeance.

Anyhoodles, happy 33rd birthday. Stay healthy and gout-free. At penge ng otap.

Have a good one, Mr. Tupaz.

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listening to: Dishwalla – Every Little Thing

Filed under: Intimate Circle, Pulling Off A Perez , marc tupaz, shamrock, universal records

Busy-busyhan

Busy ako sa pagpapatirik ng mga mata,

sa pagpapanggap na tulog,

at sa pag-isip kung ano ang magawang happy sa Halloween.

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listening to: Bamboo – So Far Away

Filed under: Confuzzled , central bf homes pque

Liz Speaks I

Namimiss kong maglambing.
Namimiss kong maging baduy at korni na may excuse na, “Eh in love ako eh!”
Namimiss kong hindi magulo.
Namimiss kong walang iniisip kung may masasaktan.
Namimiss kong hindi ako ‘yung nasasaktan.
Namimiss kong ako lang. Mag-isa. Walang kaagaw. O walang inaagaw.
Namimiss kong maging selfish at selfless at the same time.
Namimiss kong may pinapagluto ako.
Namimiss ko ang steady.
Namimiss ko ang In a Relationship.
Namimiss ko na magdemand ng kiss. And ng hug.
And magpabuhat ‘pag napapagod na ako.
(Or kahit hindi ako napapagod.)
Namimiss ko na may kasamang magsimba.
At kasama magkape sa Starbucks o sa Fivebucks aftermass.
Namimiss ko na may movie partner.
Namimiss ko na may taga-ubos ng popcorn ko.
Namimiss ko na may mag-eeffort pangitiin ako ‘pag pakiramdam ko inaaway ako ng mundo.
Namimiss ko na walang pressure.
Namimiss ko yung comfortable silence.
Namimiss ko yung holding hands.
Namimiss ko yung getting lost in each other’s eyes.
Namimiss ko yung surprise kisses.
Namimiss ko yung safe days na walang kinalaman sa sex.
Namimiss kong maging human alarm clock.
Namimiss ko ring mahing human counter.
Nasabi ko na bang namimiss kong maglambing?
Namimiss kong magpa-cute kahit hindi naman bagay sa akin.
Namimiss kong may pinapaglaban.
Namimiss kong kiligin ng todo-todo, sobra-sobra.
Namimiss ko yung pakiramdam na sasabog ang puso ko dahil gusto ko ipagsigawan sa buong mundo pati na rin sa Mars na may mahal ako.
Namimiss ko yung pag-iisip na masisiraan ako ng bait ‘pag hindi ko makasama ang taong mahal ko sa segundong ‘yon.
Namimiss ko ang mga panahong naniniwala pa ako na may taong mag-iisip rin ng ganito para sa akin.
Namimiss kong magkaron ng karapatan na magselos.
Namimiss kong hinahanap-hanap ako dahil kailangan ako ng buong pagkatao niya hindi dahil sa putanginang libog lang.
Namimiss kong wala akong namimiss, dahil hindi ako binibigyan ng panahon ng kawalan.
Namimiss kong makinig sa happy love songs na hindi nagiging bitter.
Namimiss kong may siguradong masaya dahil kasama ako sa buhay niya.
Namimiss ko ang mga panahong may kinakapuntahan ang mga sitwasyong pinipili ko.

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listening to: The Corrs – What Can I Do

Filed under: I, That Crazy Little Thing, Word Sketch

Daisy, Kean, Lolit, Mcoy

While everyone’s still blogging about the Glorietta 2 bombing, here I am choosing to keep things light.

Lemme talk about the Quantum Physics and its connection with the Austrian economy. Light, di’ba?

Uluuuuuul. Haha.

Aryt, lemme talk about showbiz, as inspired by The Buzz.

Daisy Romualdez is accusing Callalily vocalist, Kean Cipriano of hiding her adopted daughter, Danita.

Naman. Look at that face. Is that the face of a criminal? Damn you. Look at him. Not me. Sa paningin ko, mukha s’yang batang munti na walang gagawing masama. pero sana magsuklay s’ya paminsan-minsan.

Even if he’s guilty, wouldn’t you want that rocker boy to abduct you? Tapos tadjakan mo sa balls ‘pag kidnap lang ang ginawa and walang rape. Haha.

I’m just playing. I don’t like Kean in that way. I’ve met the guy, hung out with him and his band. I personally think he’s a bit weird, but nice and well-mannered nonetheless.

Danita… I don’t have an opinion about her. She’s… blah.

Daisy Romualdez. Hmmm… Daisy, Daisy, Daisy. If I had a mother like her, maglalayas rin ako. She’s an even bigger virago than Annabelle Rama. Good thing about the latter is that her hubby and kids seem to actually love her. The former? Iniwan na nga ng panganay (Tina Paner), iniwan pa ng bunso. Pattern, anyone?

Gah. I’m way too harsh.

So, here’s me being nice.

Lolit Solis, please stop spreading malicious rumors about Papa Piolo and Papa Sam. I know that you miss Gabby Concepcion, swapping envelopes and creating filmfest scams that’s why you’re constatnly amusing yourself with showbiz b.s. but please, talk shit about your Kapuso’s instead. Mas marami naman kasing mukhang bading sa bakod niyo eh.

Plus, you’re hurting Jovi. Kaya, Manay, shut the fuck up.

Here, I’ll be nice na talaga.

We’ve had a little bit of tampuhan, but from the very bottom of my heart, somewhere in my inferior vena cava or septum… I would like to wish Marco Fundales goodluck! May he have a kickass time inside the Pinoy Big Brother house.

Go, go, go, Mcoy! Mabuhay tayong mga virgins! I-kiss mo ako kay Will De Vaughn! Innocent kiss na may tongue!

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listening to: Callalily – Stars

Filed under: Pulling Off A Perez , kean cipriano, local showbiz, mcoy fundales

WORKstation and Parts of My Lair

I got this from Maru and Jovi.

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I just want to share a part of my life to the unasking public. Heh heh.

My WORKstation, spot the things that come in two’s.

My study table, the framed things are my cross stitch projects

Authentic Russian dolls from an ex-bf. Dolls’ names are as follows: Tatjana, Nafsika, Katriana, Ivanna and Iya Jr :p

My awards from the Art Workshop and Cooking Competition. (‘Di galing Recto ‘yan.)

My art materials and sketchpads.

My books: Coelho, Frost, 7Habits, Frankl, Elliot, Rand, Eco, Sheldon, Austen, Shakespare, Alighieri, Hemingway, Bronte, Machiavelli, etc.

More books: Psych, Lit, Philo, Food, Art, Astrology…

And more books! And bags and dresses.

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listening to: No Doubt – Don’t Speak

Filed under: Boredom Management , salimpusa

About G and the Mystery Man

J3 is wrong. Gio and I do have a potential to be friends. I refuse to believe that i could not be friends with any of my exes. I am sure 5 years is long enough to devote on suffering and 3 years is loooong overdue for whatmighthavebeens. Gio and I called it quits December 1998. So please, if I swallow my words and start crawling back to him, hit me with a rusting shovel or stab me with a picthfork!

G and I spoke 2 nights ago agreed that we’d have dinner next week. Why? No reason. We’ll just have dinner. And drinks. (And drinks daw eh. Tomador, ampotah.) And for all those who do not believe that there is no reason, I’ll give you two. Une: we are human beings. We do eat dinner. Deux: We want to celebrate the fact that we’re both working in Makati.

After we sealed the dinner (and drinks) plans and talked about his recent trip to Singapore, I asked him what’s a nice gift to give an artistic guy. I implied in the onset that he is NOT the guy. He suggested that I give the guy a painting. Well, yeah, good idea, but I will only give a painting if I actually did the painting myself. I just feel nobody’s worth my effort to slave over watercolor, brushes and pastel again.

I told him i want something simple yet thoughtful, like completing the guy’s book collection.

To which he replied, “You must really like this guy.”

I didn’t answer him. Not that he asked.

If I had to answer, what could I have said?

“Yes, I really like him. More than I liked you.”
Ewww. Too pathetic. And not entirely true. How about…

“No. I give stuff to everybody I know.”
Well, yeah, pwede. Since I do like giving gifts, but this is the first time I’ve thought of completing a collection.

Oh, I know…

“Shut up. Chismoso.”

Perfect answer.

I think he even asked who the (lucky) guy is. I don’t remember if I said his name. But, I guess after almost a decade of knowing me, Gio already has an idea how I like my men complicated.

And how I perpetually like to torture myself.

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listening to: Cquence – Falling in Love Again

Filed under: Intimate Circle, That Crazy Little Thing , Intimate Circle, That Crazy Little Thing

Sermon Ang Almusal

Sakto!

Paggising sa umaga, sermon ang almusal
Bago pumasok sa eskwela trabaho.
Kapag nangangatwiran, ako’y pagagalitan
Di ko alam ang gagawin…

As I reached for a piece of Spanish bread, my Mother barked, “Kaya nilalagnat ka pa rin, ang nakabinat sa’yo, ‘yung panonood mo ng sine nung Monday! Alam mo namang mata ang pinakamadaling mabinat!”

“Ma, pwede, don’t blame everything on my social life? Logic naman, everyday, at least 5 hours ako naka-harap sa computer, keri lang naman. At one foot away lang sa’kin ang monitor. Sa sine, what? Ang laaaaaaaayyyyyoooooo ng screen!”

“Hindi ka talaga mapagsabihan! Akala mo ikaw ang tama sa lahat ng bagay!”

“Ma, look, I appreciate the concern, pero please lang. Umagang-umaga. Reserba niyo na lang ‘yung ibang sermon mamaya pag-uwi ko. Or better yet, Mag-gardening kayo para mawalan ng stress. Or magdate kayo ni Daddy! Hopefully makalimutan niyo na mainit pala ulo n’yo sa’kin. Keri? Keri.”

Sabay kuha ng isa pang Spanish bread.

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listening to: the birds chirping and Concha Cruz Drive’s passing vehicles

Filed under: Intimate Circle , spanish bread