3 Things that scare me:

• Dying without leaving a legacy
• Not seeing a rainbow anymore
• creepy insects

3 People who can make me laugh:

• Charlene
• Tricia
• Michael V.

3 Things I love:

• My mom
• Jap food
• malangs’ women

3 Things I hate:

• yung tunog ng plastic pag nilulukot lalo na sa loob ng sinehan
• Bloodsuckers! yung tipong pigang piga ka na pinagsasamantalahan ka pa
• mga taong utak talangka

3 Things I don’t understand:

• math
• women
• God

3 Things on my desk:

• cellphone
• a pen
• wallet

3 Things I’m doing right now:

• watching tv
• waiting dinner
• downloading songs

3 Things I want to do before I die:

• conduct an orchestra
• paint a masterpiece
• laugh

3 Things I can do:

• I can prepare a gourmet pasta out of tira tira
• I can make a pizza, crust included
• I can read tarot cards

3 Ways to describe my personality:

• witty
• complicated
• curious

3 Things people might not know about me:

• have a mole in my tongue
• love cheap thrills
• born exactly 9:10 am

3 Things I can’t do:

• math… complicated math, hate it…
• can’t stay in the sun too long… my skin is that sensitive.
• can’t peel raw shrimps… am allergic not eating it but peeling it.

3 Things I think you should listen to:

• Parents
• Kids
• yourself

3 Things I don’t think you should listen to ever:

• your hallucinations
• my other personalities… used to be schizo, but WERE ok now…
• bad music

3 Of my absolute favorite foods:

• ginataang mais
• ham and cheese with egg croissant ng dunkin’ donuts
• caramel popcorn ng goldilocks

3 Things I’d like to learn:

• tap dancing
• fencing
• do a commercial

3 Beverages I drink regularly:

• coffee
• tea
• plain water

3 Shows I watched when I was a child:

• sesame street
• batibot
• mga kwento ni lola basyang

And finally I would like to tag:

• Arlene
• Jovy
• Char

Alas! got a sunny friday morning today! Kanina sa loob ng fx na service na sinakyan ko, nakasabay ko na naman yung mamang panay ang singhot… habang sinasabayan ang saliw ng tugtugin na “the one you love” ni Glenn Fley… *taratat tat tan tan tan tan* para bagang gusto ko syang alukin ng “boss tissue? isinga mo yan, yun huling nakasabay pa kita nandyan na yan, iniipon nyo ba?” Well, maybe isa yun sa kanyang security blanket, pero napansin ko lang sa kanya, naiwan yata sya sa juvenile stage, ang cellphone, nokia ngage, ang bag, backpack na pang iskwela na may keychain na anime character, porjosporsanto, hindi dya mukhang high school… trust me.

Yung katapat ko naman sa sasakyan… Diyosmio! pag medyo on the chubby side, please naman iwasan naman ang body fit… buti na lang di longanisa ang breakfast ko… kundi malamang magkandalungad lungad ako sa nakikita ko… lalaki po itong naka body fit.

Haayyy… ang tao nga naman… malamang sila din nakatingin sa akin at kung may anung iniisip..malamang ang naglalaro sa kanilang mga isip ay , Syet sino yun, ampogi. bwahahaha (joke lang… pinapatawa ko lang po kayo).

Finally, I got to download this song… kay tagal ko ng hinanap ang kantang ‘to, just want to share it with you. Check out the lyrics and the brief description.

We have addressed our Blessed Mother by several names, a few of which sound terribly foreign to us. But how often have we addressed her by her name Inay?

Through the years, Filipino composers in different local languages have written kundimans and folk songs speaking of our mothers as inay or nanay. The address itself evokes an intimacy that remains very native to us Filipinos. It evokes a certain comfort in poverty, a certain peace in times of calamity. It evokes an image of Inay
waiting for us to come home after a long day, in order to calm the quickening in our hearts so that in peace, she can lead us to her Son.
(Arnel Aquino, SJ)

Sa mahinahong paalam ng araw
Sa pag-ihip ng hanging kahapunan
Balabal ko’y init ng ‘yong pag-ibig
Sa dapit-hapong kay lamig

Mga bituin kay agang magsigising
Umaandap, mapaglaro man din
Iyong ngiti hatid nila sa akin
Sa diwa ko’t panalangin

Puso ko’y pahimlayin Inay
Upang yaring hamog
Ng gabing tiwasay
Ay madama ko bilang damping
Halik ng ‘yong Anak
Ay! Irog kong inay

Sa palad niyo itago aking palad
Aking bakas sa inyong bakas ilapat
At iuwi sa tahanan kong dapat
Sa piling ng inyong Anak

Puso ko’y pahimlayin Inay
Upang yaring hamog
Ng gabing tiwasay
Ay madama ko bilang damping
Halik ng ‘yong anak
Ay! Irog ko, O Ina kong mahal
Ay! Irog kong Inay

Lyrics from Hangad
Painting by Roger San Miguel

1. An elegant fountain pen
2. A leather bound journal
3. Honda jazz (if fate permits!)
4. Lotus seeds to grow
5. espresso machine
6. leather messenger bag

Galing ako kanina sa munisipyo ng makati for a court hearing, I was there to represent my company sa kaso ng isa naming client. To be honest, when I arrived there, sa courtroom mismo, I was really kinda scared, kala ko sa tv lang napapanood yung ganito, and here I am, ACTUALLY.

Medyo prepared din naman ako kahit papano and tried calling other officers from other branches how to go about it, it was funny kasi, may isang story pa na nasaway daw sya ng judge for not calling her “your honor”, natawa yata ako dun, kaya paalala sa akin, laging gagamit ng “your honor”.

Awa naman ng Diyos, di na kami pinatawag sa witness stand, anyway, the case is already dismissed at nawawala lang ang mga stenographic notes nila and we where there to authenticate lang the documents and datas that was submitted by both parties. Naknangtinola, Inglisan ng Inglisan at ang hahypaluting ng mga sentences… tsk tsk… bokya ako dito…

Pero ayos din pala manuod ng mga ganun, I appreciate the sense of dignity, formality, courtesy and grace of the institution all at the same time… yung batuhan ng “objection your honor!”… “overrule”… and whathaveyous!

May napulot pa nga akong linya na pwedeng ipanghirit kung away mong maniwala sa isang statement na kinukwento sayo… “All hearsay! your honor!”.

It was really a meanigful experience, maisasama ko na naman sa aking memory box of been-there-done-that, and I realized that, there’s nothing to be afraid of when you’re there in the courtroom, after all kung di ka naman nakasuot ng kulay orange na may letter P sa likod, wala ka naman talagang dapat ikatakot… basta’t mag sasabi ka lang ng “all truth and nothing but the truth so help me God”.

Been two days na nag uulan, I just hope mas maaraw na bukas, 2 araw na akong nag durusa sa pag lalakad at paguwi… Ang masasabi ko lang sa PAGASA sa kanilang mga forecast…

“All Hearsay! your Honor!”

Naisip kong lumabas to keep my sanity kasi kung anu anong kababalaghan na ang nangyari sa akin this week.

The plan was to do a “lonely planet” MRT route bahala na si batman kung san man mapadpad road trip… first stop sa cubao to go to Gateway mall then kapag naikot na yung lugar, sa katipunan, hanggang sa makarating siguro ng SM north edsa… tripping talaga (pun intended), pero nung paalis na kami, my sister volunteered to lend me her car. To make the story short… Nagkotse na lang… instead of the “mas adventurous MRT ride”, at sa isang mall na lang napunta, sa gateway mall.

I’m really not familiar kung saan ang pasikot sikot ng Quezon City, muntik nga akong maligaw pero mabuti na lang malinaw magbigay ng instruction ang mga taga mmda. Base sa assesment ko, (naks, tunog mall rat ) maganda ang lugar, though parang nakakapagtaka, kasi on the other end of the mall, a stone throw away… may mga old cinemas which shows “bomba bimbo movies”, old buildings, at yung mabantot side ng cubao, parang… pag tawid mo nasa ibang mundo ka… pag tawid mo papunta sa gateway, biglang nagiiba ang paligid… funny. Pero ang sabi nga, sa negosyo, 3 lang ang rules… Location, location, location.

Tried Taco bell, food was great on the first few bites, then nag coffee na sa coffee bean and tea leaf.

Fun. I think I feel better and more sane now.