i love wifi... hehehe.la lang ako masabi... asteeeg! :)

oh no not another "what i'm doing now" post! :)

dito ako ngayon seattle's best with my girl, the rebel. :) hitting 2 birds with one stone. hanging out with her whilst (naks! love that word!) working. lam nyo anong unang sinabi nya sakin pagdating nya?

"P*tah, ba't ang dami mo nang pimples?"

Enough said... I declare this moment my ugly phase. sa october or november pa ulit titino itchura ko. if you guys are my real friends, tiisin nyo nalang fez ko. hehehe. mga kids, wag nyo ako gayahin. get enough rest, eat right, etc etc... for vanity's sake. ay mali, for total health pala. :) kainis kasi kahit gano ko inaalagaan skin ko (alaga? hehehe. yung sakto lang. hindi ako vain.) like through washing my face (yan lang basically skin regimen ko. di ko keri mga obagi-obagi at mga spanish peel na yan), dahil nga average sleep ko sa gabi ay mga 2hours lang, sira parin ang mukha... sigh..

mago-od na ata ako sa kape.

can somebody recommend fabulous anti-pimple stuff na nagwowork kahit hindi ka natutulog? I'm desperate... help! kung wala talaga, magmamaskara nalang ako... nyerks... :P

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(Oh no! It's another "what i did yesterday" post!)

Yesterday, My officemates and I went to CCP for Cinemalaya tsaka to support my inaanak Gael and Mommy Kiel (Future Supahstarz!). Ang ganda nung movie na kasama sila, Huling Araw Ng Linggo... Sobrang it blew me away. Nadrain nga ako after eh. I will not try to be a film critic here kasi wala talaga ako masabi tsaka baka pagtawanan nyo lang ako sa attempt ko... Basta babalik ulit kami mamaya at sa Friday kahit namamatay na kami dito sa work sa sobrang busy (believe me, sa October pa ako makakatulog ng matino).

Anyway...

I've been discovering a lot of things recently. The Cinemalaya reinforced my belief that yes, what the freak am I doing here? I took the wrong courses and my orientation is so not what I want to practice my whole life... (not that I want to take up film or anything. gusto ko lang yung nagagawa ko anong gusto ko...) I want passion. I want intensity. Sad thing is, I don't know what I want but I know this is not it...

Please open the eyes of my heart... Ano ba talaga? I am so lost...

Eto na naman ako. Reklamador. Wala akong right magreklamo... Wala talaga...

Nonsense post... Just poppin by to let you guys know I'm still alive (or barely. can you say pimples and eyebags? grrr... i need to sleep!)

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First off, belated haberdei to Aphrodite and Pangga. July 8! :) Hope you had a good one... :)

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I was early for work today. 6:13am, I swiped my card and wrote my name in the logbook. First time... :)

I've been very busy for the past few weeks because of extra extra work (most are mandatory, some, voluntary) that's why I haven't been sleeping much lately. Yet, early this morning (2am to be exact), I was screaming my lungs out watching the Finals of the World Cup, France (I almost wrote Brasil there. Wishful thinking!) vs Italy. It was a great game. At the end of the 2nd half, the score was 1-1. So the officials added extra time... Still tied... Then another extra time... And then finally, a match that legends are made of, it had to be decided through a shoot out.

(Aside: This was Zidane's last game. Unfortunately, he got booted out early in the 2nd extension because he headbutted (word?) an Italian in the chest. Still, I love Zizu and I still think he's a football god. This was the Zidane era. Thanks for the magic...)

When you match up France with Italy, or with any high calibre football team, France is quite weak. At the risk of adding salt to an unhealed injury, France was not supposed to win against Brasil. Player for player, skill with skill, Brasil had the upperhand. Someone even told me that if France and Brasil were to play a hundred games, France would only win once. And that one winning game unfortunately happened out of the blue and at the expense of Brasil. Lady Luck was certainly on France's side. After all, sometimes, luck is a factor, and probably luck brought France this far in the World Cup...

I digress...

So the shootout...

I forgot Lady Luck is fickle...

Italy was great... They made all 5 shots. France missed one, and unfortunately, their goalkeeper, Barthez, did not seem to have his mojo, but I still love him... It would have been great if France won. That would have been a great end to the Zidane era... Still, much respect for Forza Italia for playing beautifully. :)

What am I trying to say? How could I jump from work to World Cup? Some of you might think that I do not know how to set priorities. How could I, a super overworked employee who haven't had decent sleep for the longest time, sacrifice much needed rest just to watch a bunch of guys kick a ball and get all sweaty? Well, because football is an art (sorry, I just had to say that. hehehe) and I can sleep anytime (or if when there is time) whereas the World Cup happens once every 4 years. I could not wait and I am not willing to wait that long...

Now that the big event has come to an end, I'm back to my regular programming. Here I am, I'm still me... :)


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I experienced a lot of firsts (well, maybe some, for the longest time) today:

*I saw the sky transform from the darkest blue to the lightest gray as I was commuting from QC to Makati...

*It was my first time to ride the first trip of the LRT and MRT. I enjoyed the peace and space. I enjoyed commuting for the first time. :)

*I was the first one to swipe and sign here in the office. Seeing my name in the #1 slot made me smile (babaw!)

*It was my first time to go to work in a leisurely manner, not with my usual combat commuter, rush rush rush mode... I think I'm going to do this again...

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To all the people who care about me (if there are any. hehehe.), please, I need your prayers. Please pray for me? I'm having such a hard time. Probably the 2nd wave of my quarter life crisis.

Anyway, I think I've mentioned here before I'm an artist (or so I'd like to think) even though I still am not sure where (I used to have it. Where are they now?) or what my art is. Nonetheless, I've been feeling quite artsy-fartsy and angsty for the longest time. Being a "pseudo-artist", I have all the negative tendencies like being scatterbrained and all that. Good thing Someone keeps me grounded. Whenever I seem to be flighty or scattered in wanting to do a lot of things and nothing, Someone keeps me focused. It seems like he's telling me "You're here. I'm here. Stay with me..." Yet he does not repress nor discourage the things I'm going through. I just hope things will be clearer and better soon...

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One of my muses decided to visit me earlier after a long hiatus. Unfortunately, the timing was not perfect because I was leaving then to watch the game. I suddenly had this urge to write a poem, I even had the words in my head, all I needed to do was write it down. However, I didn't. I hope my muse will be back... I need her... I need to express myself again...

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Both teams played well... Tooth and nail... inch by inch in the pitch to get to that goal... blood, sweat, tears, glory. In the end, France emerged as the better team.



A goal from Thierry Henry sealed the deal. But the magic came from Zidane...


(kaka and zidane fighting it our. rumor has it that zidane is retiring, and the real madrid galacticos are wooing kaka to replace him, even if kaka just recently signed a 5 year contract with ac milan. who knows? this pic shows the past, present and future of los galacticos. real madrid... ahh... my brother and i love that team.)

I really don't know what happened. Brasil was the stronger team yet they lost. Maybe lady luck smiled upon France. or maybe there's still the '98 World Cup stigma when France beat Brasil, 3-0...

For whatever reason, kudos to Brasil. You guys made us dream. You made us love the joga bonito... This is what it's all about...


(kaka and vieira)


(Brasil's wall)


(Les Bleu's Thierry Henry and Zidane)

Football is worth falling inlove with because here, there's no race, no color, no bad vibes, no economy, just pride and spirit in its purest form...

Where sport is not just a game but an art...

Where passion and love for the game becomes a way of life...

(i'm so emotional... ewan ko ba... affected ako... i still love brasil... 2010... that will be brasil's year. time for ronaldinho and kaka to shine. for the mean time, it's an all european showdown. porto, italy, germany and france. kudos din pala to england kasi galing ng laban nila ng porto. double or triple overtime ata then shootout... give it two decades. may team pilipinas na sa world cup. i'm hoping na makakapanood ako nun, and i'd like to think na may magiging anak ako na football playah. hehehe. shet i'm so senti. pasensya na. my heart really breaks for brasil. pero i really love this game.)

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Dear Someone,

A year and ten months ago, we decided that yes, there's a possibility of a great future. Yes, there's room for love. And yes, despite all the hindrances and challenges (past, present and future), what we have far outweighs them. This day is worth celebrating (despite the distance) because a year and ten months ago, we decided to face life together.

You are God's greatest blessing in my life. I could never ask for anything more.

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