andy busted it

i was on my hello blogger when i caught andy osbert behind my back reading my supposed-to-be- post. boo!
haha :) but i love him anyway.

anyhow, i was listening intently to colbie caillat's songs earlier, and found myself google-ing the lyrics of Older. dumdedum.

i then dedicate this song to two of my friends, whom I think this song is rather very apt to their current life stories. One would probably never get to read this, while the other would most likely text in sun. dumdedum.

Seems like nothing is black and white anymore? Here goes...



Waited all my life for this day to come
I feel like letting go, life goes on
Wasting no more time
So much to be done
Everything works out
So they say
Over my shoulder, it's tough getting older
Yeah, yeah.......


Seems like nothing is black and white anymore
Shades of grey and I feel a weight over my shoulder
It's tough getting older
I always thought that I knew where I'd want to go
Now I'm here and I find that I'm still getting colder
It's kinda tough getting older


Here before my eyes, many roads ahead
Time for me to choose one way now
If I take a chance
What lies down the road
Feeling so confused, turned round
On and on, on and on
yeah yeah.....


Seems like nothing is black and white anymore
Shades of grey and I feel a weight over my shoulder
It's tough getting older
I always thought that I knew where I'd want to go
Now I'm here and I find that I'm still getting colder
It's kinda tough getting older


Waited all my life for this day to come
I feel like letting go, life goes on
Over my shoulder (on and on)
It's tough getting older (on and on, on)
Yeah, yeah.....


Seems like nothing is black and white anymore
Shades of grey and I feel a weight over my shoulder
It's tough getting older
I always thought that I knew where I'd want to go
Now I'm here and I find that I'm still getting colder
It's kinda tough getting older


Seems like nothing is black and white anymore
Shades of grey and I feel a weight over my shoulder
It's tough getting older




so much for turning a quarter, ey?

hati tayo, that makes two :D

"You don't need to search the details behind my perspective or my personality because i don't like artificial or complicated things. Life is so short so please don't make the life unbearable with your artificial and complicated things..."

"Please catch the moment and share these moments with other exact people...."

- Clementine

mwahhhh!

- chari

Objective Type

.

• What is Relief?

It's when for two days you have earnestly tried locating the missing pouch you've placed the money in - especially after receiving the credit card bill- searched all over the house, get everything tidied up and disorganized again, get scolded by your mom for it, and coming in to the office with the pouch greeting you, "I'm here :)"

• What's Amazement?

When the money you were expecting to be in the pouch turns out to be thousands more than you remembered it.

...and couldn't recount what the money is intended for!

• What's TANga?

Guess who? :P

two in one plus 1 happy kaarawan!

we love you!

we had fun on your birthday, even if nangindian ka, egyptian man tah ka

:)

R.I.P.

Dear Spidey,


I'm really sorry I asked Mama Bel to take you out. You see, next to flying roaches,
you are the next thing that I uhm, do not really like inside the house. You were kinda
big, and those eyes? Ghad.


You scared me. I was sooo wary! Again, yes, sooo wary that you were there when I
got in. I can almost imagine you jumping on me that easily. You made my baths, by
far, my record breakers!


But thank you...


For not jumping on me as I half expected you would.
For keeping the bathroom fly-free. (Looks like I'm not the only one wary of you.)


And as I write this, I know you were as scared, and even more scared than I was. If
only for that, can we call it quits?

You were a good spidey. I'll try to be my best, too.


See you in heaven (a century from now),
Chari

countdown

22:07:22:28

What do you say about work in Starbucks?

I can only wish to be a barista, but no.
I had to escape the office, because if had not, I wouldn't have been productive as I was.

And get this, I was not as productive as I hoped, and I was pretty much calculating that productivity rate, or better yet un-productivity on the what would have been.




So Sir Loge, I was not lying when I said I'd go out of the office earlier to "work". I circumstance-ially missed out the part of "going home".

And Daddy, I did not lie when I texted you earlier that I will be working overtime. I semi circumstance-ially missed out the part though that it be at Starbucks, hehe.



Sooo....

I sit alone in the corner... where there's an outlet, I paid no heed to people who have literally come and gone. And... I paid no heed whether my singing was part of that equation. Yes, I was singing. Can I evil chuckle on that? Haaa :D

So here are some tips I'd like to share with you if your "office", which should have been THE venue for you to work, feels like a roomful of people who can physically and virtually poke you to ask of something and everything, which will make you want to cry.... STARBUCKS!

So here goes:

1. Reason out with your boss. Make him understand that you have already delivered the items that he asked you. Although there is one thing that you were not able to do, tell him he has also one thing that he was not able to do! You have to smile while doing this, of course.

2. When you're at Starbucks, order Sausage and Onion Quiche. This will keep you running when you consume 7 hours of Starbuck's electricity.

3. Order Coffee Jelly. No reasons attached to this.

4. Bring with you headphone. You will likely end up eavesdropping on other people, if not forced to eavesdrop on their woes about the world, if you don't.

5. Get something singing in that headphone, otherwise your attempt on number 4 will be uhm, stupid? You can occasionally swing your head up and down to drown any people's doubts if you're just being uhm, stupid.

6. Sing Cattski's songs. :) You have to be sitting at the corner for this. As you'll pay no heed to people who'll be coming and going, just hope they will equally be paying no heed to you.


So I'd say working at Starbucks is not so bad, at all.

My special thanks goes to Grace H. Bautista. What medium productivity I have had, would have been nipped off to small productivity without the help on that screen layout.

because (again), Gayle you do not have facebook

What do you know of the Philippines right now?
Forty-seventh largest economy in the world
World class tourist spot
World's pound for pound fighter
Fourth best island destination in Asia
But not only that...
We are also a country struggling with many problems.
Bilions of pesos in debt
Lack of freedom of the press
Poverty
Poor health care
Corruption
Bad infastructure
Unemployment
But guess what?
All of this can still change
Because I..
You..
We have the power to make that create that change!
AND IT STARTS WITH ONE VOTE!
ONE VOTE!


To elect the right people who will lead us to starting a brighter future
ONE VOTE!
To ensure that our natural resources are taken care of and put to good use
ONE VOTE!
To trust that our children are being taught not just the good education
but love for country
ONE VOTE!
To secure that our taxes, are channeled towards the right policies
ONE VOTE!
To make sure that for all Filipinos, there's a house
That every house is worthy of being a home
ONE VOTE!
To show the world that democracy means there is food for the hungry
ONE VOTE!
To ensure that no Filipino is an alien in his homeland


ONE VOTE!
To keep the nation's best doctors
Architects
Nurses
Teachers
Engineers
Innovators
Rebuilding the nation
Piece by piece,
ONE VOTE!
That will help our country rise from the ashes
And be the Pearl of the Orient once again
A people of pride, of dignity, and of peace
The change we want may not happen right away
But what matters is that
We make a step towards it
If not us, then who?
If not now, when?

I'm voting
It's our time now
LET'S DO THIS!
We can do this
Fight!
We can do something about it
We have the power to make that change!
So what do you say?



nya, naka-register naka?

di mo kilala ang transformers?!

I am an eavesdropper, occasionally, or most especially when my attention is piqued.

One of my bosses is among that particular attention-piquing interest I have had. More often than not, I can not help but eavesdrop when it comes to him.

Well, not that you can blame me. We have no walls and partitions whatsoever here in the office. And yes, you can't miss his voice. Should I add a natural baritone amplifier?

In the occasion that he roars, it would most likely be...

...one, because he's busy giving someone a piece of his mind. Yes, that used to be his contractors and carpenters during the time his house was still in the process of being built. (And yes, we actually got some feedback on the progress of it when eventually the phone calls lead to him being exasperated over his house insurance, and ultimately, when his house was finally built. It was more fun for me though on the former than the latter silence). Anyway,

...there's two, when he's happy. He roars with laughter.
And seriously?
I can't help laughing myself. If only I can roar my laughter, as well, than having to contain myself with mere giggles on my seat.

Like earlier this afternoon when he was seemingly joking off with a friend. "Nakita muna Transformers 2?(short pause) ...Di mo kilala ang Transformers?! (Laugh, laugh)"

Then just a little while back, he passed by my place - the convenience and hassles of being at the end corner.
Anyway, this time, he wasn't roaring, nor was he angry. He was actually mellow. He was on his way out to get this bento-box to the pantry. Again, he was actually mellow.
And I knew it was his daughter. Who else would he say it's okay to drink sparkling water to, and constantly having to repeat himself, but still in mellow way?

And I find it really sweet.
Although chances are, that baby girl will eventually grow up and have her daddy give her a piece of his mind later on, there was once this scary giant when it comes to subordinates, but gentle giant when he heads back home.


Yes, I was eavesdropping.
It gives me a story to remember. And few times as this, a story to write.
And although I will eventually forget whatever I have eavesdropped on, I have gotten to know that for every roaring of a king, at then end of the day, there will be a room somewhere where the mighty king is far smaller than his height... or throne.

yet again

i miss you.
naa na ka uyab?
hehe.

i was sorting out pictures for posting, then i had to laugh at this one.




yes, there is a future for the philippines ;P







and then there were a lot of your faces, too!
stop making faces? hehe

i miss you my baby :)
i love you 200, too.
i was a little bit dubious if it was typo, yet again, but we'll just pretend i did understand. haa :D


i'll meet you both at starbucks next week, same time :D

under construction

it's piling up.
thrill and not so.
patience will be a virtue.
:)

overwhelmed

how can I help, please tell me,
because I would really love to

how can I help, please tell me,
there is so much more to do

many hearts cried while the pouring came
and all cried for it to stop

my heart cried when the pourings stopped
my heart cried when the people didn't

sad and happy, yes it can be,
overwhelmed by this and that

how can I help, please tell me,
tell me, and I would help








Let's iron this out, Pinas!

money will just come

This is what I can remember repetitively telling Prinsesa a month ago for the Tao anniv.
Funny because, money really did come to meet those ends.


I'm a firm believer that God provides.
Again, I'm not the richest of all people.
By my standards, I am not well off. Then again, who'd think they're rich, right?

Anyway, I can distinctly remember years back when Daddy didn't have money one time, and I actually remember praying so hard that he'll do.
The next day? He still didn't have money.
But yes, I prayed that hard.



I was finishing up segregating old clothes for donation yesterday until I heard Daddy roaring.
Yes, he was roaring over the phone trying to get Mama to stop crying and talk to him.
I went down, and he passed the phone to me.


All those televisions shows are to blame, swear.
I have not gotten over watching the things on the news yet when it was my turn, well not roar, but ask Mama to stop crying and tell me where she was so I can get to her.


She apparently got pick pocketed while doing groceries.
Yup, two of her wallets where she separated the money in, while her bag was just on her shoulders.
You'd ask where? SM. But that is a totally different story.


Mama was crying on the phone, and I simply reassured her that it's okay.
"Ma, okay ra na, Ma, okay ra na. Mabayran ra na."
It's just money, money will just come.


My feelings were in turmoil actually.
I didn't like what I saw on the news and fb, well, I still don't.
But I felt for Mama, because if I were her, I would have wanted to wail some more until it felt better.
I would have cried without a Yao Ming, seemingly worried but, projecting anger of what had happened.
But I couldn't very well cry for her, right? Mura kog buang.

And just so Pinoy,
We eventually got to laugh on it.

I was re-telling Mama Daddy's first reaction when I told him, though still on the phone with her.
Yup, he roared again.
"Ngano wala man ni kuyugi?!" or that should be better written in capslock, ey?
I was mentally thinking, whatsup Daddy?


I was laughing my heart out while I was pushing the cart.
We transferred to another grocery store, and customer service was announcing over the p.a. system reminding customers not to leave things unattended.
Mama quipped matter-of-factly, "Nya gibilin diay nako ako butang?"

Ate Kit was the last one to know. Mama was showing her the retrieved wallet.
Later, Ate Kit was jokingly saying, "Hala Ma, nawala ako picture!"
But it apparently was there. Mama has our graduation picture copies in the wallet.
I chimed in laughing quite hard. "Ma, wala ako picture! Wala ako picture!"
And it honestly wasn't there anymore! We were laughing hard at the cafe.

And Mama said she placed it on display at home.
I should have kept that part of the story, huh? ;)



Money will just come. Yup, this is what I can remember repetitively telling Prinsesa a month ago for the Tao anniv.
Funny because, money did come in for it.
How it happened? I asked.
I went shyly behind Sir Mike while I was doing it, of course.

Money will just come. I don't know if that's the reason why I still have unpaid credit card debt.
But it honestly will.
Some pray very hard, but there goes the asking part.
And yes, there is the giving.


As I say finally go off to sleep tonight, I pray for the lives lost, and the families who have lost a lot.
And I thank God, my family is safe, and I am, as well.


God, help the Philippines.

Mailing Address: "Apartment"

Definitely not Manila.
Hence, we'll be looking into the 7,106 islands instead.
How does that sound?

My Lakbayan grade is C!

How much of the Philippines have you visited? Find out at Lakbayan!

Created by Eugene Villar.

That, or 7,000 something islands ;P


And yes, this seals the deal for the trips. Promise. I wonder how long it was since you guys drafted up some plans? And never got to pinky-swear on it ;P. So here goes.

• City tour shoot, and probably you can wow me to get something better than your big birdie high time ;P

• Yes, yes, yes, sunset at SanRem. And probably, I wouldn't be the only one who'd be raving about it after
  

• The meet-up you promised. Again, you promised, with emphasis. And that coffee, too ;D
  

• If Within Cebu: Alegre ; Osmena Peak ; Island Hopping ; Malapascua?
  

• If Outside Cebu: Okay not Siquijor ; Apo Island, Negros Oriental ; Bohol Bee Farm, Bohol ; Danao, Bohol ; Samar ?

• Later, but yeah, Krabi
  

Four of which are set, ayt?
If this isn't enough to prove this trip is set, I don't know what is.

faMEALy day this monday

Surprisingly, we were home early.
I was home early.
Purposely.
And yes, few hours ago was Friday evening, Friday evening, AND
both Daddy and Mama were out.
Funny? Yeah, and you can call it a date ;D


Ate Kit half-shouted we have to be home early come Monday.
Unsa'y naa sa Monday?
Boob tube said: Lucky Me National faMEALy day. Kainang Pamilya Mahalaga.


Soooo.. Monday it is ;D
I declared I'll buy a cake and probably have something scribbled on it.
I told Kuya about it, too.
And Ate, if you're reading this, I'll have the web cam ready!

happy, nots

I am a happy owner of a macbook.
I was actually quite giddy when I saw how white it was. Doh?
When I told Andy about it, all I could reply to his question what it is was it's 13" with Leopard OS.
"Dili ba, ang specs..."
And my answer was?
Still that it's a 13" with Leopard OS.

Am I that hopeless?

Anyway, I went down the cafe earlier with the intention of grabbing some pictures of Prinsesa. Most of the social networking sites are blocked at the office.
Further, this was with the intention of having some of them printed.

To paint a picture of how many things were in my mind earlier was squeezing an hour of activity in a fifteen minute break. Yes, I was a gymnast-wannabe trying to stretch everything and covering as much space.

And there, my problem was held before me in this white coated machine. One, I do not know where the document application was, pretty much looking for the equivalent of the word document in windows, and two, I do not know the right-click function equivalent to mac to save the pictures I was supposed to grab.

If my life depended on it, about this time, I would have already been six feet under ground.
Yes, I might be a little hopeless. The half-glass full in me is still debating with the half-glass empty.

Anyway anyway, I was desperate. I wanted those pictures.
So I saw my yahoo messenger, here goes! I was actually relieved!
To my amazement, for the lack of more apt term, I couldn't get it to work.
Click, click, click. Still wouldn't message!

I changed my status message to say Chari "Needs help!" hoping someone will ping me instead.
No response. (No, I don't need a shrink, thank you)
I changed it again to say Chari "Needs Andy's help!"
Still no response.

Should I have said, really badly?

Yes, I was that desperate. I called Chris.
Hello was the greeting, I suppose, and I answered right away,
I need your help.
Choppy line. The world apparently is looking down on me with a smug expression.
Ring, ring, call back.
Tito Chris, I need your help!

Moral of that story, it's ctrl + one click on the board.
I couldn't stop mentally laughing how dire I must have sounded after his "mao ra man diay", Or something like that.





About this time right now, Prinsesa is definitely in the airplane.
It felt weird-funny seeing her finally disappear at the corner. And before that, during our last hug, I said, this is it.
I still couldn't grab the finality of it, though.
It will settle, maybe not just now, but it will.



And I'd say I am a happy owner of a macbook.
But I am a not-so-happy-but-not-really-sad-or-whatever friend of a friend leaving.
And if you'll ask me what it is, I'll say with my eyes closed, it's 13" with a Leopard OS.

this is world peace.

Photo credit to this site.

I'm not the biggest fan of music. I doubt if fans would even call me a fan.
As much fuss there was to MTV Music Awards, I really didn't mind it until Ate told me to watch it.
And I say, this picture is far from being a pageant, one winning the title, while the other coming in second.
Beyonce obviously got that bootylicious heart.

hello mousey, come to trappy

And I am happy today.
Yep, today was the day away.

Meet my mousey.
I requested for one about two days ago, and tadaa.

It suddenly felt like getting really giddy as I had when I got my pens and case at Powerbooks. ghad, cheap thrills.

My boss actually said we should trade,
And I actually said no. Mighty mousey ey?
I just can't help kid him how nice my new mouse is. Haha :)

(whispering) He has an old tattered-ish one.

Skittles

You know when sometimes you simply want to poke your hand in your mouth
because you wake up with a headache and a wuzzy feeling after a (disgracing) two bottles of alcohol?


You know the feeling when you simply want to break down and cry it out
because you know you'd feel better afterwards?


You know when you're tired feeling sorry for yourself and just want to go somewhere
because you would want it to get you lost?


You know the feeling of wanting to run away, escape a bit,
because you would want to know who's there behind, running after you?


You know the feeling when you are feeling bad and want the world not to notice and not mind you, but actually do
because you simply want a hug? No words, no nothing, just that embrace?




Then come friend, I'll share you my Skittles.

butterfly kisses

''Fathers don't want to admit it when their daughters are capable of running their own lives. It means we've become spectators.'' - Daddy of 10 Things I Hate About you

I was near tears when I heard this of the protective daddykins character of the movie I've always wanted to watch. Fine, shed some. Beats me why that earnest on that movie. Nevertheless I'm going to sleep tonight feeling rather happy about the two pictures I've found of him, in my stalking-chari-episode.




I love you, Dad :)
The right photo forever be classic, haa :D

manholes are round.

So why are they round? I found it quite simple, really.
Well, that was what I first thought.
My office mate was further playing with the round thing at the edge of my table, intended for those wires only that it's loose, and waiting for my answer. It almost felt like hey I know the answer to it and boo you, don't.

Hhhmm... so why are manholes round?
I get it that it does not go through with that shape, but the boo-you-don't part of that moment told me that there are about a few boo's I have yet to hear out. Am I dumb or am i dumb?

So anyway, I was actually amazed by the other two answers:
2. Where in the world can you find a square pipe? That's actually said with a duh.
3. It's actually easier to move it around, easy rolling. Imagine lifting that lid off with the stop light as your tick-tock, and you have a square lid. That spells exciting, ey?


Boo? Funny how we think answers are simple but find out there are about a lot of boo-you-don'ts in the equation. Then again, there are about millions more more trivial than manholes being round. Useless knowledge? Nah, wouldn't have been as amused to it. It's like Ate Kit asking me seconds ago "Char, mata pa ka or nimata na ka?"

I want to be cool

Around this time yesterday I was singing my heart and lungs out as I am today... in the office.
Only this time, two of my teammates are no longer around forced to have me tell them that
I will be singing one song, and forced to listen to it.

Yes, I was shouting the lyrics out, as if it would kill me to have it any other way, most part
of it closing my eyes and wiggling my head, as if it were my concert. Ohdiba?

And yes, I'm alone here at the office, and have not started on my task...yet. On the contrary,
I have a soon to be emptied liter of orange juice I bought about an hour ago at the gas station.

Hence, I am alone, with orange juice in my stomach, singing. I wish I knew how to, though,
than just belting out, or better yet shouting some lines. Or probably play the guitar, or better
yet dance?


I was at Outpost last night, and I was actually mesmerized by two characters. Yes, I was in total
awe, enough for me to wish that my next life, I will really be a rock star.

There was this girl who played the piano. I actually knew her from UP, having strut down the cat
walk about a number of times, as I have stolen some pictures of her. I think she's really really
pretty. Not the prettiest, as there easily are other models who have fine faces. But I guess, she's
got this x factor that most scouts are probably in the look out for.

Very same reason that got me glued on her playing the piano. She was sporting a rather short hair,
this time, and she was in this simple purple shirt, blue pants and brown chucks. She was actually
silent, and except for some of the shots directed on her direction that she gave this seemingly shy
smile, it seems she was pretty much just there to do her thing.

Then next, there's my good friend, Cilee, along with her band, the last performers of the night. One,
I was very happy to finally see her perform, as I had actually missed the other performances she
had and simply relished on two of their tracks I have in my playlist, and two, I did not know she was
this person on stage. She used to be our barkada clown, along with Jany, whom we always kid
around with.

Last night, I was seated on the floor to watch her perform, sometimes singing some lines I knew
of, and was actually amazed of this girl with her fingers comfortably switching different keys of her
electric guitar, often times stepping on those sound equipment I do not of, singing their song as if
everyone was not around, and most part of it, with a disheveled hair in this really comfortable chucks.

And as I sat back at our spot (of which a number of people were jealous of), I was amazed, and as
Prinsesa pointed it out, also referring to after our dive, "Dugay lagi ka maka-get over noh?"

And I wish, I were that cool.
As I told Prinsesa and Journey, they were there as if they had their own world just doing their thing. They
were not out there to showoff they had a great voice, they were there simply because... they were there.

And now I understand why singers close their eyes.



Around this time yesterday I was singing my heart and lungs out as I am today in the office. Now, I'm
considering of getting some chucks, haha. And one last time before I publish this post, with a last
gulp of the orange juice, the office will bear with me sing.
Promise chairs, I will be off to work after this. :)

hello, sunshine

"At the beach, life is different.
Time doesn't move hour to hour but mood to moment.
We live by the currents, plan by the tides and follow the sun."

- Anonymous

"Are you feeling, feeling, feeling like I'm, feeling
Like I'm floating, floating, up above that big blue ocean
Sand beneath our feet, big blue sky above our heads,
No need to keep stressing from our everyday life on our minds
We have got to leave all that behind"

-At the beach, The Avett brothers

a chinese learning japanese

I must be crazy. I decided to take the JLPT exam level 4
(that's Japanese Language Proficiency Test) despite other
people uncertain about it. I actually surveyed from the rest
of my office mates, and all I got earlier was a no.


I approached sensei earlier, as well and asked him if he
thinks 3 months cramming for 300 kanji and 1500 words
would work for me.


His initial reaction was, "Sou desu ne." (He's thinking)
But he said he's happy that I was the first person in line,
and he'll help me out with it.


What was I thinking? It was an impulsive decision,
believing my id, ego or super ego, that it would be a challenge.


I consoled myself that writing the characters is not as hard,
as eleven years of writing in Chinese at least has its merit.


I was sitting at Jeshell's place to discuss of the system, when
sensei messaged her. I asked her to forward it to me, although
I initially wanted to just blog about the last line.

"Daijoobu I think you're the nearest person for passing JLPT.
And examinor is only you and chelito san for Level 4. That's
why I can support you with all my force. Trust me!"

Ouch. And he couldn't even spell my name right.
He has mistaken me for my male office mate. Yes, male.
And to think I'm wearing wedges today!


Watashi wa kanojo desu (I am a girl.) I wish I know how to
say, Yes, and I have boobs, too. But not really.


Seriously though, the message was like a pin-prick,
but then I again, I seriously need a lot of work, where it is
concerned. So I'll continue to be challenged, cross
my fingers tight and see if I'd make it come December.


So anyway, other people followed suit. iduunno why I was
laughing out loud when Peter messaged me:


First Message: ni submit na ka ug form? unsa gamiton? lapis? ballpen?

Second Message: hehe... gi unsa pagpapilit ang picture? stapler or paste



Haay,what was I thinking, right?

honesty is the best policy

I (actually) got dumbstruck when Gayle matter-of-factly announced
she didn't like my entries for the Invitation to Click...
because they were ordinary.


She actually was trying to do that on the previous post, but couldn't.
Thank God?


“Ha? Uhm.. Huh?” Yup, there goes my lame attempt to redeem myself.
But yup, that's Gayle.
No sugar coating as I would have had,
nor a teeny bit of hesitation as Edwin probably would.
Honest to goodness, blunt conviction.
But I re-acquaint myself with that honesty, as it is in the comfortable boundary of friendship.
Regardless if it weren't, I guess that would still be the case.


Yeah sure, Prinsesa and I go along our those petty squabbles of how irritated I am most of the time on how she constructs her sentences on sms,
or laugh how ugly her feet are, but that's just not the matter-of-factly dumb-striking one.
But then again, nor do I want it to be.
Gayle is Gayle.
That's why I miss her a lot of times.
But swear, her honesty still leaves me dumbstruck a lot of times.


Nevertheless, we go on talking about other things, oftentimes catching myself laughing quite loudly or me clapping my hands.
And yeah, I got one sale on that ordinary sunflower and bee post card. Awww?
And I love you, too Gayle! ;P




[images from kan-irag and siargao trips, earlier this year]



Note for the Sunflower and Bee Post Card:

Title: must BEE loving it

Description: Bee to the Sunflower: Hi Honey!






Now, please tell me you have sense of humor.

Long Weekend & Ber Excitement

• (I know it's overrated, but) Facebook
• Dinner with Gayle and Prinsesa
• Chances of going with Kuya on his diving this Sunday
• Afternoon of lone time at Starbucks with a coffee jelly in hand, and those long overdue Digital Photography Magazines loan (long overdue, as in last year)
• UP with Rick
• Bath and groom jayjay
• Study for Nihonggo exam (Right now, I'm stuck with Anata noh ketai wa atarashi desu ka?)
• Quality time with Prinsesa
• One week leave
• Trip to Manila for Marie's birthday
• Meet up with Ga
  
• Tents and Bantayan / Bicyles and San Juanico
  
• Serious thinking time of future
• Creating a set goal, where there's traveling involved, specifically to Canada
• Surprise event
• Participation of Invitation to Click for September 5, Outpost

[ my entries :D]





P35 per post card; Organized by Beyond Art's Sakes, and proceeds will go to the beneficiaries of Tsinelas Foundation.

I think what they're really doing is cool. Buy a Card and Pay it Forward!

Families: Can't live with them, Can't live without them?

I find Kris Aquino really interesting. Daddy either mimics her or curses her. I love her.
Nabuang. That is the last thing Daddy uttered few minutes ago. This all happens while Mama sleeps, of course.

This is about how much time I spend at home, lately. I try to catch up as much as I can of course, as those television shows Daddy constantly glues in.

So I lounge here at the bay window, until Daddy gets up to his room, and if I don't get asleep here, I'd claim my usual spot.

I miss this. I miss doing a lot of things I haven't done lately. Maybe because I have had too much on plate, that or I was just as happy entertaining them.

Work was bursting my bubble. My only consolation was those short trips for some McDonald's Egg McMuffins and Pancakes, and Starbuck's Coffee Jelly.


Celebration of the twenty years. It was Sir Mike's dream for a grand celebration for the organization.

• He dreamt of a Sunday wherein there'll be a family day
• He relates a picture of games, tents, and kids at the gathering
• He further relates that in this picture, there were would be a lot of the alumni joining in, and I can only feel that hopeful wish, with a battling reality that not all people equally feels passionate about it as he

Weekend feels like just yesterday... when we're constantly on the phone getting things done and inviting people, computing how much is the cash on hand, how to go about the tokens, et cetera. It was one smooth show. I was amazed, actually. Bumps? A few, but highly negligible.

And perhaps it was again one of those times when Sir Mike was just at the corner, observing how things would go. And I know he was happy. Well, I was, very much so. But remembering his tight hug after that entrep seminar, I felt it was like the very same hug I won't forget Kuya gave me when he learned I passed that La Salle college exam... at Sbarro! And yes, all factors out, I dedicate every laugh even just for that afternoon to our big man.




Trivia:
1. There are about five people, yes that's 5 people, in this group that I would without question give up my kidney for. Get the point. The others, I might be pondering on. Haa :D
2. I think that the most intelligent people I have encountered with in this world would, come from this group.
3. It's no bullcrap when I said before I'd like making a small difference.
4. I miss Gayle, like seriously. ;P
5. I logged in at Facebook earlier. I have never been that excited to log in to see Nimrod's pictures! I felt I was crazy laughing at Yvonne's comments most especially.
6. Wikipedia spells out that the group offers sexual privileges. Up till now, Prinsesa wishes it true. Haha :D
7. It was a first time I realized and pondered, while seated in that red cute Jimney car, that yes, they're right. I have an abnormal unusually close-knit family, as Prinsesa stated out. And Chris Tio, agrees that he was surprised that I even entered the group.

And I speak of two families, my two families. And where I am right now, I wouldn't trade with anything in this world. Especially when you wake up in the morning with a little girl saying “good morning, tita chari”, or Kuya at the other side of the screen door holding it to keep us apart, and insisting on giving his flying kisses – only because I was just from restroom and insisted on a peck on his cheek.


Life is good. But I'm not complaining, at all.
As for Kris, I'll let Daddy do his own.

watashiwa wakarimasen

I enjoyed nihonngo classes. Other than being fascinated by our sensei who dresses up as I imagine Japanese would, cool tie and all, I love how cool learning another language is.

Sensei: Chari-san wa, donna hito desu ka?
Chari: Watashi wa atsui desu!
Cha: Atsui niwatori ko desu!


Ganbatte! :)

I'm not supposed to blog about it.

So I won't ;)

NOISE

...that's what Daddy calls the songs I have repetitively been listening to the whole night.

I wish I can tell Daddy "If it's too loud, you're too old", but Mama has beaten me at it by saying, "Ilaha man sad ng generation, Daddy". Heee, funny :D


Up till now, I'm stuck with Cattski's performances of Hero (of their latest album) and Mental Picture of You (written by demi-god songwriter, Jude Gitamondoc).

Gotta thank the busy boy for teaching me how to play Hero ;D.
Now, if I can only get to strum it slower, play it better, and sing along while at it, I'll pretend I'm already in my next life, and think myself as a pretty rockstar. Then, I'll only wish for those frikin dimples, and dancing prowess :))




And oh yeah, be a kick-ass artist, altogether. Take for example like Berto-san who did this. Now we can share same wallpapers, I got it here ;D.

Now, if I can only get my headphones fixed, or get a new one, I can pretend I have my room back to myself, and leave Daddy my singing as a noise. Haa :D

becuase it feels like friday, that's why

I'm no better than most of the students. I get rather elated when holidays are up. No classes for them, no work me. But I got to say, I teared up when Kris went crying on national tv, and goosebumps on those yellow confetti drop.

Regardless if I felt that tinge knowing that the country has lost a great leader, holidays will always be holidays, and I just can't help entertaining the idea what if, just what if. But, until that happens, I've got the present to unravel the ribbons.

Anyway, I've always been a happy blogger.
And generally? I'm a happy person, a very happy person.
I also love to smile, constantly if you meet me often, that is.
And as I wake up each day to a little girl poking my eyes, I have all the reasons to smile and be grateful.
Otherwise, I go to the comfort room, and wash my face.

Anyway, I was in the cab with a coffee jelly in hand earlier, on the way home. I thought of, one, how happy really the feeling was of that almost-feeling-like-a-Friday day, and two, that people just want to hear what they want to hear.

I've just thought of that after giving someone a skype bear hug, and giving that reassurance that things will be better in the future, somehow. It didn't matter if I was younger than she is. Nor did it matter to the rest of those I have had such intimate talks with that I was not really the best person to know of the subject - be it on love life, or the lack thereof, or quarter life crisis, or depression, or whatever.

But my reply has pretty much been standard, that things will be okay somehow, unless they decide them to be so. This is almost like a default I have even conditioned myself.

I am no wise person. Regardless if those that I spell out in our conversation seem rather smart, or just the right nudge to get them thinking, again, people just want to hear what they want to hear.

It's either like simplifying for a friend what she's really concerned of, if she's looking for something, or wanting for something to happen, or spelling out for another what would be a likely option if I were in his place. More often than not, they listen.

Okay, I kinda give out seemingly smart responses. But really, complications easily mean just tangled simplification. As I knock on my friend's shell, we both came into an agreement that I know we both know what she has to do, only that she is too stubborn and closed to the idea of acknowledging it. It takes just those simple questions clothed as seemingly-wise-but-not-really-questioning to spell it out to them.

I am not the happiest of all persons.
But as I hear a lot of people bitch, for the lack of better phrased and apt term, about life, and even myself, I am reminded of two things: action and contentment. It doesn't matter really how both are weighed out, or which goes first, but I'm pretty sure that such equation would equal happiness.

Anyway, it simply gotta be the holidays. Because it feels like Friday, that's why.

i'm folding the pages of what i'm watching

When I read novels, I have this inclination of picking out words that I come upon, which are either new to me or those that interest me. What I usually do when this happens is I fold the corner of that page, making that supposedly small marker, only that I altogether forget about them and just getting that page a dent. Usually when I remember them or after seeing well, that dent, I have to re-read the entire page, and try picking out what I wanted to pick out again. Kapeesh.

Aside from Daddy's newspaper I see lying around the house, or those magazines Mama collects (that I love browsing over to look at the images), as well as the emails that greet every morning, I have not really been able to read read.

And the few times I am able to view a movie, even those .avi's my office mates send me, I am more than glad.

There's this one movie that I specifically like have fallen in love with. And ghad, you'll know when I extremely like it, other than me replaying on the faved parts, or not deleting the avi at all. I tell my friends about! Talk about recommendation - with much persistence at that, of course.

And before I doze off to sleep, this Dokata Skye has a dented mark on the latter part of the film, well, the one with most dent, rather.

"this is the decision i must come to myself, i just can't write this out
and accept the default answer."

"predictable does always mean boring
lust doesn't always mean love
near doesn't always mean close
new doesn't always mean exciting
different doesn't always mean better
far doesn't always mean distant
knowing everything doesn't make you wise
knowing the truth doesn't make you superior
truth doesn't make you superior
knowing your problem does not solve it
sitting between your past and future, doesn't mean you're in the present."

The duet on the latter part of the lead actors really something as well!
Enough to make me want to be a pretty rockstar in my next lifetime ;P
And you should have counted how many times I replayed that movie scene to get the lines right.
Yep, persistence!

Anyway, have I told I tell you the movie's really nice? You should watch it.






Really! ;D

rain, rain come and stay

I feel like dancing in the rain!
Too bad it's 4:11 in the morning.
I know, I know, I should sleep.

But there's plenty of time for that later, after all, it's Sunday,
Then again, if mother nature would keep up with this, it would most likely be Rainday.

Not that I mind.
I love the rain! Drizzles, raindrops, and more drizzles.
Coolness of the air would most likely find me staying where I am even after everyone will give up getting me up. Now...

Rain, rain, won't you stay,
In bed, little Chari wants to lay.

Warm hug!

>>----(@._.@)----<<




P.S.
this is Potpot, I named him after Potski, because Potski was looking for some water earlier after their apartment's line was cut off of some. God is really good, ey? Now before I forget of Potpot, that's what I call human blanket ;D

P.S.2
nope not the game. har chari, haha. Anyway, that's me and cute niece, Ciel, dancing. Aren't kids just adorable?! Now, let me concentrate that sleep.

5 crazy words

This is crazy, crazy, crazy! CRAZY!!!
I felt like crying half way through. If I were the bride of this wedding, this would definitely be my happiest moment!



Jason Rey skype-d me this link earlier, and I thought it was one for those blooper videos, but ghad no! You can also watch it here.

It gave just the apt meaning to the song! I wish I know some Spanish, but knowing nada didn't hurt an inch. So much love for the couple! Haii, weddings. Such timing. To think I just learned about a not-certain-if-permanent-break-up of a now, turned friend who was set to marry this year. I wish everything will go well, and dedicate this clip to well, my friend. (Note to spiller: I didn't say anything, hehe ;p)

But yeah, when and if, ghad I hope not but if really it happens I'll get cynical, I'll re-watch this video and re-believe in happy endings, or new starts :)


1, 2, 3, 4!

Its you and me moving
At the speed of light into eternity,
Tonight is the night to join me in the middle of ecstasy.
Feel the melody in the rhythm of the
Music around you, around you
I’m gonna take you there, I’m gonna take you there
So don’t be scared
I’m right here baby
We can go anywhere, go anywhere
But first its yo chance,
Take my hand come with me

Its like I’ve waited my whole life for
This one night it’s gonna be me you and
The dance floor cause
We’ve only got one life
Double your pleasure
Double your fun and dance
Forever (ever, ever)

- Forever, by Chris Brown


And can I just say it again??? CRAZY!

and suddenly I got excited because of three things

• Jill's post on Facebook: Custom Notebooks made by ProjectBox Inc. This is the token they prepared for me for the photo shoot I did with them for their ads. I was literally shouting SILENTLY, when I saw these pictures. And my comment on her post? A resounding "waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" - just imagine my huge surprise and smile
  

(Mare, I can't wait to get them!)

• Beach escape pictures from our trip to Moalboal. I posted them on my flickr account, as well, and I was surprised to see a comment from someone I was / am not acquainted with. How sweet is that? And how sweet it this? ;)
  

• Babies, babies, babies! As I write this, I am waiting for about a hundred or so pics we had for my high school friend, Badert's baby shower! Thinking of babies, cute ones, gives me a nice tickle in the heart. Babies!

And to think I was all worked up for sleep after joining Daddy for some Nua Thai Massage! You better get sleepy now, self. Soccer action pics waiting tomorrow :)