Random Thought for the Day

Even if you say I'm baduy...I would have to admit
Way back in the late 80s and until this very moment...
I think and believe that Debbie Gibson is the bomb

fete? ce n'était pas amusement

To say that my Fete dela Musique experience this year sucked is not really an understatement, but pretty close
Or maybe we just went to the wrong stage
Still, you couldn't pay me enough to merge with the black boys at the rock stage or the over-blinged people at the hiphop stage
So i guess we were stuck with the supposedly world music/jazz stage, which turned out to be the we're-not-that-popular-or-we-don't-fit-anywhere-else stage
Out of the 10 or so performances we watched, only three stood out: Wahijuara, Coffee Break Island and of course, my band of the moment, Sino Sikat?
I will not name names anymore of who sucked, but suffice it to say, this is the first Fete where I did not enjoy the music
Fortunately, I was with friends who are always a joy to be with and we even ran into a friend whom we thought wasn't here yet and free food is always fun, no matter the circumstances

So, here's to a better Fete next year. Bring back the jazz, the reggae, the soul,the real world music

Makes you wonder why I havent gone crazy

love Maroon 5 and all
But if someone plays Makes Me Wonder continously for an hour or so
Makes you just want to curse the day the song was written

You have heard of other songs right?
(And don't say Chris Daughtry's Home because you've ruined that for me already by playing it 10 times)

Or just get a headset or something

Theories as to Why I've Become an Insomiac Again

1. I haven't changed my bedsheets for over a month so there are all kinds of creepy crawlies

2. Prime Suspects, Bejeweled and Text Twist are just too addictive

3. I just might be a little depressed

4. Too many books, so little time

5. My bed creaks whenever I move just a little bit

6. I hate my room

I'm just so excited to be going back to Laguna starting next month. I know I will get less sleep because of the 2 hour commute but at least I will be with my family, I can have baon everyday, I have cable television, I can be spoiled by my lola and it really is my own room

Here's to more sleepless nights...

They say 7 is a lucky number

Instructions: Each player starts with 7 random habits/facts about themselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things, as well as these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose 7 people to get tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them that they have been tagged and to read your blog!

1. I have mini-bags inside my big bag. I have a bag for my ballpens and post-its, a kikay kit, a techie bag with all my chargers and wires, a pouch for my book and notebook and a food bag

2. I love reading "deep" books like Atwood, Pamuk, Hornby, Murakami but I also enjoy lightweights like Mary Higgins Clark, Nora Roberts, Lisa Kleypas, Judith and the like. But never chicklit, except when I'm really depressed

3. Music is my drug of choice. I get a certain kind of high when I'm really into music, whether it's listening to my mp3 player, moving my body and soul to a live jazz performance, silently absorbing everything in a rock concert, singing my heart out in karaoke or jumping and lifting my hands in a worship service. Oh, and I collect mp3s like there's no tomorrow

4. I have this weird quirk which I can never explain why I do it. I can never get on an escalator unless it's on an even number (when I start counting the steps). Otherwise, I slip, trip, or hold on to the nearest thing to me, which is usually a person. Okay, psych majors, explain away.

5. Over the past year or so, I've turned into an introvert. Don't get me wrong, I still enjoy talking to friends a lot of times, but I would rather just go home and lock myself into my room with my books, videos and music. Which is a good thing sometimes, but it does fuel depression. Also, I don't have the talent for making new friends. I won't talk to you first unless you talk to me. And it's not shyness or being snobbish. I just don't know how to start a conversation.

6. I am deathly afraid of rodents

7. Except for one guy (who is still a good friend), I cringe when I remember ALL the guys I used to love/like/had a crush on. I can't figure out why I loved/liked/had a crush on them

I tag Moks, Peps, Reah B, Babylene, Charis R, Iris and Jen A

boracay blues

i had the perfect boracay post tucked away somewhere in my head, but it doesn't want to come out somehow. It had perfect descriptions of sunsets that i only saw in movies and having dinners by the beach under a full moon and serenaded by dreadlocked dudes playing percussions. I wanted to tell you how I was so tempted to just build sandcastles for a living just so I could move there. I wanted to tell you how I felt so insecure about shopping for a bathing suit before going to boracay but when I got there, it didnt really matter what you wore because everything else failed in comparison to the beauty of the place. I wanted to tell you that I didn't mind that Boracay was too commercialized because if you wanted isolation, Boracay isn't the place for you but if you wanted a romantic spot that you can share with a hundred other people, then it is the perfect place

But I think I'll let the pictures tell the story because I'm not feeling so eloquent right now


of course, we have to start taking pictures in the airport pa lang


Someday, that will be me. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking


Beach Bums (I don't mind being one forever)


This was our home in Boracay. Don't be fooled by the name, it's actually a really nice hotel


It wasn't romantic, but it was introspective


Posing at Puka Beach - the mostest bueatifulest place we visited


mermaids anyone?


my favorite starfish


dinner by the beach...


the standard artistic picture (aka modeling a lifevest)

sandcastle makers

i just got home from boracay an hour ago
no pictures to upload yet
stories are still getting organized in my head
but i cannot let the day pass by without saying this

boracay is truly magical. i now understand why people fall in love with it

how i wish i could stay there and make a career out of building sandcastles in the beach and just asking for donations from tourists posing in front of it

alas, the real world awaits tomorrow