Together Again

I picked up my whole family at the airport last Saturday. Twas so nice, my dad who came back from Singapore surprised my bro who was coming back from Japan. And mum was coming home from Davao. In short, Driver ako nung Saturday.

My bro bought an IPod Nano. My mum told me that he was supposed to buy me one, too, when he heard that my Shmooshy's broken again (aww brothers are really sweet, they just don't show it that much!) but my mum told him not to since Shmooshy's gonna be replaced. My new Shmooshy paled in comparison when put side by side with that...that nano!!! (haha griping!)


Really thin!

He gave me hair chopsticks which I specifically requested. He told me he must've looked at almost every store at every mall in Japan before finding it somewhere. Haha, anything for atzi, huh? =)



Two of the sticks are actually pantutuli which you use to clean your ears...he mistook them for hair chopsticks! Hehehe.

Yes...he's back. I can now bug him all I want.

HANDS OFF!

I found this cool webpage on phobias. It has terms for the weirdest phobias ever, like mother-in-law phobia, fear of needles and other pointy things, fear of crossing the streets, and fear of sh*t (feces, WTH!?!).

Aphephobia – fear of touching or being touched
Anuptaphobia – fear of being single (naaaaah…)
Philophobia – fear of falling in love (guilty??? Hahaha)

My friend, the ever expressive Torpeh, has this freaky habit of pretending to be my boyfriend. She does yucky stuff like holding my hand (with and without warning), putting her arm around me while walking (I am about three inches taller than she is) and saying, “Babe naman, ano ba…” Ewwww. She is all girl, but she does these to me. Maybe she likes to see me squirm. I, of course, react with disgust and a grossed out face. And then she’ll do it over and over again, and sometimes she’ll even insert a kissy-kissy face here and there. Ugh. Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, and I say this with perfect primal colegiala diction. No, she is NOT a lesbian, she has Juan Miguel, for crying out loud, and he knows what she’s doing to me, so she’s not bi. She claims she’s just preparing me once I manage to snag a boyfriend. And she gets a kick out of seeing me squirm uncomfortably.

I’ve never been comfortable in too physically intimate interactions, and that’s what my close friends usually complain about. When they hug me, I’m usually the one to break the embrace first, and they’d have to say, “Konti paaaaa…” or “Isa pa…” I don’t know why. I am uncomfortable with being physically close in contact to another person’s body (maybe if it was Hayden’s or Brad’s it wouldn’t be too bad). I don’t give out hugs that easily, especially if I’m not particularly really close to a person. I once slapped a guy for being too comfortable with me on our second date. I gave out a very clear warning, so it’s not my fault. Believe me, it was hilarious for the both of us. We’re good friends now.

I recognize that it is a human need to be touched, but it has to be in the right context. You don’t just embrace a stranger, do you?

I know I also need to be touched or feel another person’s hand holding mine. But I’d rather have it that he is someone I strongly like (or love!). How cheesy. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I'd like my touches to be remembered and treasured.

On an end note:
Torpeh and I were walking in Glorietta when she saw Barbie Almalbis and a guy eating in one of the restaurants. Barbie’s back was facing the sidewalk. Torpeh said, “Ohmygosh! Ang gwapo nung kasama niya! Balik tayo, please, please, please?” Of course me, the everlasting bubble burster, quipped, “[Torpeh], do you really want people to ogle you while you’re having dinner???”

Shmooshy's Twin

Why did this have to happen?!?! I should’ve seen this coming when Apple came out with the Ipod Nano!!! Droooool. Darn Creative. I. Am. Such. An. Insatiable. Techno.gadget.freak. So, tell me. How can you possibly resist this?


The New Zen Micro Photo. Drool.

Too bad you can’t take pictures with it. That’s the only thing missing. Boooooo.

Nokia came out with the N91, which is a phone, a camera and an mp3 player in one (well those were the main features). It boasts of a four gigabyte capacity, which will be able to store about 3,000 songs. Mmmmhmmm…that translates to about 1.33MB per song (wma or mp3), meaning the sound quality wouldn’t be as nice and clear. And I’ll bet that 4GB is more like 3.5GB anyways. Everyone knows that.

Yes, I’m griping. So what?

One of my birthday wishes was fulfilled today: I got to kiss Liam Isaac! And Carlos Miguel too. They're so cute. Tulo laway pareho hwehehehe =)

I have other stuff to add on my wishlist. I know di naman lahat makukuha ko, kaya nga wishlist eh =)

1. The Complete Calvin and Hobbes (Hardcover) - this hasn't been released yet and it's going to be available in the US initially and in Amazon.com. If you want go check it out at http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0740748475/002-0129820-1565611?v=glance

2. CS Lewis' The Chronicles of Narnia Book Set

3. Another shopping spree in Powerbooks, Amazon.com or Books Kinokuniya

4. A new pair of flip flops (kahit spartan lang. hahaha)

5. The time and determination to learn and play the violin

6. CDs by Don Moen, Gary V

7. The complete set of Left Behind novels

8. Higher purchasing power (read: higher compensation! hahahaha!)

9. Laser treatment for my eyes


I think I must be getting old. Last Friday my colleagues and I threw a despedinner for three of our former colleagues: Dan, Erick and Jane. We went to MYLK (bad choice, the food wasn't great, yuch), to Cena to have a round of drinks and then to Ice. Around 9:30pm my eyelids were already drooping lazily. I wanted to dance but I don't want to do it in such a public place. I don't know why, I just have a thing against clubbing in some place where I don't know most of the people. I'd rather dance in company parties, or at a friend's place. I feel safer that way.

Kilabot ng mga ------

One of my bestest guy friends texted me something that made me laugh this morning. Let’s call him, uh, Jacob. Turns out he was, ah, manhandled (*snicker* pardon the pun!!! *snicker*) by 2 gay men at 9 am in the morning! Tough luck. He told me that one guy put his hand on the side of his (Jacob’s) body. Jacob told me that if the guy lowered his hand any further he would’ve decked the guy. He gets that a lot – when we were in Boracay, in Galera, at the malls – even now! He’s puzzled and weirded out and what worries him, he says, is maybe he gives off the air that he’s gay and available. I go, Aww. Kilabot ng mga ------!!! Ang sagwa! Hehehe.

He texted back, That is not a nice thing to say. =P

I replied, Ze truth hurtz, beybe. Ingat ka. Seryoso. Ü (I’m so mean.)

Let me clarify: I have nothing against gays. I have two very good friends that are both gays. They are both wonderful persons. Very decent. Yes, that’s the key word – decent. And they know how to respect other people (ergo, people respect them in return). What I don’t like about some men (both gays and straight) is that they can’t keep their hands to themselves. I remember one incident in the MRT that still gets my blood boiling. As I stood up to get off at Buendia station, the old guy sitting beside me quicly moved to my seat. Since the train was packed, it took a while for me to be able to walk to the doors. As I was waiting for the crowd to move, I suddenly felt the old man lightly palm the curve of my gluteus. Argh. After counting to five I angrily slapped his hand and said in a very loud voice: “Hoy mama. Ang tanda-tanda niyo na yung mga kamay niyo kung san-san pa nakakarating!!!”

Decency. It’s so hard to find that nowadays. The flipside is: if women did the “tsansing” to other men, it’s almost always 99.9% ok. The guys cannot, will not complain! Haha. Buti nga.(?) Serves the men right for having double standards for almost everything.

Another story: Lorenzo, another KNMB, once told me that a guy came up to him and said “I really like you. You’re cute.” Then he told me how the guy ran after him later that night. Literally ran after him. Hehehe. Pano kaya kung kasing laki ni Yokozuna yung guy na humabol sa kanya? At inabutan siya? Oh dear.

But admittedly, guys who are KNMB are really cute. I have yet to meet a guy who is KNMB and not cute by general standards. Just goes to show that gays have really fine taste in men.

On IDs

Branch people act sooo weird in BSP audits. Case in point: a branch in one provincial area was cited an exception by the BSP of not having proper identification of the client. Most banks require at least a government issued ID or two secondary IDs. One branch staff apparently defended his/her position, claiming that “Eh dalawang ID nga itong nandito o, isang half-body saka isang whole body…”

Lola/lolo, ID picture yun. Labo. Sabi tuloy ni Rico J. Puno, “Gusto kong himatayin dun sa harap nung BSP auditor eh…”

Guffaw, snort, guffaw, snort, guffaw. =D

Symphony of My Heart

My high school friend Mousey and I watched Gary V's concert last Friday in the Big Dome. It was awesome! He performed with the San Miguel Philharmonic Orchestra and the Maestro Ryan Cayabyab. OH MY GOSH. The concert was a winner! Such talented people!!! All the songs were OPM (Mabuhay ang Pinoy!!!)

The first song was "Kailangan Kita" and I admit, I was holding back my tears as Gary sung on stage accompanied by the orchestra. His voice was so full of spirit and passion, and the orchestra played beautifully. It was such a heart wrenching song. As he was nearing the chorus I called Torpeh up coz she just loves this song too. Grabe. Basta. You should hear it. Then he and Sheryn Regis performed a medley consisting of Ryan Cayabyab's songs, the most remarkable (or is it because it's one of my favorites? hehe) of which was "Tuwing Umuulan at Kapiling Ka."

His two sons, as always, performed with their doting dad. Gabriel has a rubber band for a body, seryoso. His father rendered a more upbeat, 'gangsta'-rap version of "Limang Dipang Tao" and they danced. Astig talaga! Ang ganda ng pagkakanta ni Gary at ang galing nilang sumayaw! I am a shameless Gary V fan but you have to believe me that it was really good. Paolo, on the other hand, rocked the coliseum by singing current favorites like "Hari ng Sablay," "Noypi," and "Wag na Wag Mong Sasabihin." Their parents are both very talented people, so what can you expect.

The San Miguel Philharmonic Orchestra was not to be out done, syempre. During the intermission they performed the songs "Bikining Itim" (slow version) and "Katawan" (the theme song of the most fabulous TV sitcom before the telenovela/teleserye of Spanish, Filipino and Asian era, Palibhasa Lalake). I never thought an orchestra would be able to play such beerhouse songs and pull it off! They made it sound so classy, elegant and brilliant! Ang galing talaga ng Pinoy! (Note my exclamation points in my descriptions. Halatang nag-enjoy ako sobra =))

Other guests were Erik Santos (sigh. He has the looks and he has a very soothing voice. I don't care what people say about his uh, gender orientation. He has talent, period!) and Regine Velasquez, who sang "The Prayer" with him.

Gary's performance was not like his usual repertoire of fast, danceable songs, but nonetheless, the passion and the spirit behind was the same. He was still Mr. Pure Energy as he sang jazz and acoustic versions of his well-known singles. Songs that made tears come into my eyes were Freddie Aguilar's "Anak" (a separate entry will be made for that song), "How Did You Know" (his rendition always makes me feel na ang sarap sarap ma-in love =)) and "I Will Be Here" (a real tearjerker for me because of the message of the song). I know that all these may sound OA and exaggerated, but that's me. I know it's because it was Gary V who was singing, and frankly, he is one of the very few singers who: a. sings for a purpose; b. is really very talented (double emphasis intended); and c. sings from his heart. Not to mention most of his songs touches my mind and my heart. Sweet. Fan talaga niya ako, hehehe.


Mousey, thanks so so much for that night. And for the ride near home. My mum sends her love, hehehe =P and buti naman daw marunong ka nang mag-drive!

This next entry I wrote Friday morning. Captured my raw emotions to the fullest, hehehe.

Burara

Argh. Why is it that I tend to lose things that are expensive? Why can’t I lose cheap, easily replaceable things? P*cha. My mum will definitely kill me if she knew I lost my baunan yesterday (which costed a couple of thousand pesos). Nakakainis!

Are girls more burara than guys? Hay. Just to list the things I’ve lost during the past two years:

1. My one and only branded RL blazer, given also by my mum (she still doesn’t know I lost it)…sigh…fitted very well =(
2. One MNG shirt (I’ve worn it only twice)
3. My 2 week old Lancome powder foundation (grrrrr…)
4. My very first 128MB storage device which I only got to use about five times
5. A pair of gold earrings (also given by mum…lagot na talaga ako)

Well, I haven’t really lost my baunan…not yet, at least. I’m gonna call up Bench Glorietta to see if they found it in one of their dressing rooms.

And besides, it’s not like I lost it on purpose. Argh.

At 10:15 AM: Wheeeeeeeeee!!!!!! My baunan’s still there!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Present time:

Another indication that I’m burara: I tend to break expensive things. I broke Shmooshy, and just this afternoon I dropped my watch. It stopped. (Anak ng tokwa…) Now I have to get it fixed and it’s not gonna be pretty. Ang mahal!!!! Grrrrrrrrrrrr.