tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69760372011-11-12T10:02:02.639+08:00* even with scars and all... i will keep reaching for the stars... *jiminoreply@blogger.comBlogger3611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-41300227794364012812011-11-12T09:58:00.001+08:002011-11-12T10:02:02.663+08:00

Sometimes it happens. No matter how we protect things... They break. It happens not only to my little Saigon girl.

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-38398699557250199962011-09-12T14:48:00.001+08:002011-09-12T14:51:22.453+08:00

Just finished reading One Day by David Nicholls. And... it broke my heart. I was mostly Emma but at some point I am Dexter too.   Maybe everyone who are at their late twenties or their thirties can relate to the movie's struggles - of finding the right person, of keeping the right friendships, of falling-outs, of dreaming to change the world ('not the whole of it, just the bit around you')

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-70878175508096648412011-09-09T16:15:00.000+08:002011-09-09T16:15:21.779+08:00

These days, I feel that uneasy, nagging urge to go on 'the search' again.  I feel out of my element lately which I think is the reason why I get sick more often this past few weeks. The last time I really, really felt good is when I was in Sagada. Maybe because it was away from the hustle and bustle of the city.  Maybe because I couldn't find an ugly spot there. Or maybe because it felt like

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-7632392572216504522011-01-21T10:53:00.001+08:002011-01-21T10:57:27.578+08:00

I am a self professed bookstore addict.  I wouldn't mind being left in a bookstore for hours - not just because I love reading books but also because I love browsing through the school and office supplies section.  At work, when people need staplers, punchers, crayons, pens - they run to me, I am their very own NBS. :)  I specially love the paper products - notebooks, sticky notes, planners, etc

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-53541355617133737042010-12-16T16:09:00.001+08:002011-01-18T12:40:12.253+08:00

  Nope, I'm not turning into a beauty blogger (definitely not an expert on that area)... but I just can't resist writing about this find - Kiehl's Lipbalm!  Last month, I got a really bad bug bite on my upper lip which eventually chapped, cracked, peeled, and  discolored. I never tried putting anything on it except for my trusty Burt's Bees lipbalm. Not until I was on my 3rd week of agony, I

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-16759973854315022282010-11-23T16:20:00.003+08:002010-11-23T16:30:00.789+08:00

I think the questions that I heard the most today are: How old are you? What gift do you want to get for your birthday? I don't find the first one as a difficult question... I just turned 30 today.  Yes, the big three-ow.  I won't pretend that 30 did not freak me out because it did big time. A few days ago my mind spent countless hours asking countless questions. Wondering if I'm happy with how

jiminoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-72314927267305888762010-10-11T16:09:00.000+08:002010-10-11T16:09:07.825+08:00

I have tweeted about this...  I feel sad I'm done reading Eat Pray Love.  I've tried my hardest to prolong reading it, savoring every single page.  Tasting, feeling, loving what Liz has been through. I even bought a Berlitz Italian phrase book because I wanted so much to pretend that I am her... well, almost her, if I may just skip the divorcee part.  My favorite part of the book was when she

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-59488971212632466092010-09-28T11:56:00.002+08:002010-09-29T15:36:43.025+08:00

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-14156071012970876352010-04-25T13:53:00.000+08:002010-04-25T13:53:23.402+08:00

I celebrated my five years with the company last January.  Just last Thursday, I finally received my celebratory watch - it has my name and the company's name engraved at the back.  I just wished that they engraved PS instead of APS.  Most of my five years was before the company's merger. I think I like the company when it was just solely PS. Or maybe I'm just being sentimental.  Don't get me

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-11049003213944892632010-02-23T15:47:00.001+08:002010-02-23T15:48:22.857+08:00

I'm trying to get some sleep when I received an SMS from my friend Laarni.  She said she's at Tita Marlyn's in Cabangan, Zambales. Asked Laarni what she's doing there and here's her response: "Tinutulungan ko sila gumawa ng presentation para sa housing conference.  Na-award na sa kanila yung lupa dito."  Cabangan, circa 1999 Cabangan is my barriowork area -- spent my sem breaks and summer

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-49223480962924223452010-02-22T18:12:00.001+08:002010-02-22T18:13:36.481+08:00

  Note to self  -- write about this beautiful movie.  *sigh*

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-50567819614160961562010-02-15T11:56:00.005+08:002010-02-15T12:02:40.228+08:00

Thinking of creating a travel blog...Excited of the thought of having one because I can write about my trips in detail. A bit hesitant at the same time, since it would be adding up to the things that I need to attend to.I'm more inclined to the pro side though.

jiminoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-84697242718237047612010-01-19T14:38:00.004+08:002010-01-19T15:22:17.230+08:00

Coron, PalawanOn the 19th day of the year... so far, I am successful at - taking my vitamins everydaydaily updating and maximizing my Moleskine plannerhaving rice only on one meal a daynot being late for work for more than 30mins keeping tabs of what I eatkeeping tabs of my expensesallotting a certain percentage of my salary for my savingsreading a page or two [the web does not count]How many

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-52772676133691695782009-12-03T01:46:00.007+08:002009-12-03T02:05:35.280+08:00

I had a lot of travels this year but the one I’m most thankful of is the trip back home. I’m not able to go home often because of work and I’m thankful for the one chance I had this year. I was able to spend time with my mom & my siblings, I was able to play with my niece & nephew and I was able to visit Papa’s grave. Those moments keep me going… until my next visit. There's simply no place

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-55129204325125205332009-10-03T11:24:00.002+08:002009-10-03T11:29:28.213+08:00

I was about to sign off when I stumbled upon this article: Mandaue's Inmates Skip Meal To Help Manila Flood VictimsIt's simply heartwarming. Ang puso ng Pinoy ay talagang kakaiba. *Sigh*

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-81425526678066617882009-09-28T10:59:00.005+08:002009-09-28T11:46:08.933+08:00

Early morning ride. Calauit, Palawan. 2009If there is a so-called calm before the storm... I think there's also a calm after it. I went to Trinoma yesterday and there is a different air over the usual weekend crowd. There were less people in the "luxury" area - cosmetics, bags, clothes. I was personally careful on not spending on things that i don't need. Although I've seen a few trotting

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-30536805216851238172009-09-26T14:21:00.002+08:002009-09-26T14:47:17.789+08:00

I'm stranded because of typhoon Ondoy. I can't go home to QC and wherever I look at, its flood that I see. It's not a good idea to risk it out and brave this rain. I don't want another Milenyo moment - walking along waist-deep water, whipping out my digicam to take pictures of the the flooded streets, torn houses & uprooted trees. Not this time, I say. I'm still lucky to be indoors, in dry

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-87689658532870172392009-09-13T19:25:00.005+08:002009-09-13T19:50:18.562+08:00

I mentioned in the previous post that I'll be writing another entry when I'm using my own laptop. Nagdilang anghel.I'm using my own laptop now. A brand new Acer Extensa. Woot-woot. ..........Dropped by Fully Booked Trinoma this afternoon and they already have the Moleskine 2010 Planners. I'm thinking of getting the red one again for next year... until I saw these babies --Photos from GoogleThe

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-83666589796916162162009-08-12T10:26:00.002+08:002009-08-12T10:37:47.040+08:00

A really quick one --1. My little sister's getting married in October. I'm thrilled! This is going to be the first wedding in the family. I want to be hands-on with the preparations, but it's going to be in Bukidnon. Shame! At least I'm taking care of some stuff for them, so Divisoria, here I come! 2. One of our dear friends, Jerald passed away last August 4... he was just 26. We will definitely

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-52307284081970433872009-06-28T17:56:00.009+08:002009-06-28T19:08:05.544+08:00

It has been really a long time since I last blogged. I have been really uninspired to write (and even read) lately. There are a lot of things to write about in my list but I couldn't even get myself to start. So this is another push at it... 1. One lifelong dream came true: meet Max, one of the giraffes in Calauit --I've been obsessed with giraffes. I'm so amazed with them (lovely lashes!). I

jiminoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-11090880746841288602009-04-15T07:51:00.010+08:002009-04-15T08:29:20.522+08:00

It's Papa's birthday today. We still miss him but we know he is happy up there. My family will be having a picnic with him this afternoon, I've lit a candle and offered some prayers for him.When I am sick, I dream about him sitting by my bedside. When I feel sad and challenged, I find myself uttering his name. When I am happy, I thank him for the strength of character. It may sound like an

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-41268875140850772022009-02-05T10:19:00.002+08:002009-03-03T17:53:21.729+08:00

I (we) have been shaken from our comfort zone, yet again. It came as a shock to all of us. I have been with this client since I started with the company and when the first wave of pull-outs happened a few years back, it was such a relief that this client stood their grounds with us. Although the clients had several explanations on the pull-out, I can't help but relate to the anxiousness that the

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-16048138236731923672009-01-25T23:46:00.000+08:002009-01-26T02:23:12.695+08:00

Yesterday was my 4th year with PS. Tomorrow is UK's last day with PS. Today sums up how I feel -- stuck in the middle. The NOW is full of uncertainties. The NOW is the nothingness that makes me want to go back to yesteday because I still feel that is where I should be. It is also the nothingness that urges me to move along, for good measure. Maybe it's about time. And while I am swirling around

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-45422006300606872642009-01-17T06:50:00.005+08:002009-01-17T07:25:56.182+08:00

Though it was raining like crazy during my Christmas vacation... it was nonetheless eventful. We had two huge tents set-up at the cemetery on the 26th for Papa's 1st death anniversary. Some friends and family came and shared lunch with us which was highlighted by what else - lechon! *Yum!*I also went to a pot-luck dinner with my highschool friends. I came a bit late so some people already left

jiminoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-81282182988640448292008-12-15T01:59:00.004+08:002008-12-15T02:16:16.102+08:00

I am excited about Christmas because I am really looking forward to spending time with my family again, of course. I also did some Christmas shopping and although I am very far from done I have at least placed check marks beside some names - especially the kids'. Christmas this year would mean that Papa has been gone for a year - this is one big reason why I don't really feel ecstatic about the

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-11744973885926067742008-11-23T00:09:00.002+08:002008-11-23T00:17:09.416+08:00

It’s my birthday.No fancy gifts or any lavish parties. All I want today is some quiet time. Just let me be me today.

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-22569026175045529782008-11-21T00:16:00.007+08:002008-11-21T01:29:32.434+08:00

No, this is not an entry about my ample 'gift'. Before you start reading this entry, try and watch this i-Witness documentary by Sandra Aguinaldo here: part 1, part 2, part 3. That kikay breast cancer survivor is our friend Mavic. Just like what she did in the docu, she showed me her chest when I did not believe that she had breast cancer (ginawa niya pa ngang panakot sa akin 'to). She is just so

jiminoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-85649760950560440862008-11-19T21:38:00.003+08:002008-11-20T04:05:03.736+08:00

A few more winks and the long wait is finally over. Twilight (the movie) will finally be shown in Philippine theaters.The movie was originally scheduled for December 12 but by some positive twist of fate it was moved earlier. What a nice birthday gift. Eclipse will remain to be my favorite book in this series but Twilight was the reason why I got hooked in the first place.I've waited almost a

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-74306516494968114352008-11-16T23:37:00.003+08:002008-11-17T00:05:26.965+08:00

I just have to blog this... I already have my Moleskine 2009 Daily Diary and I was able to get the red one. *swoon*I've been dreaming of getting this and been searching for it but the three big bookstores that I frequent in SM North & Trinoma only have the black one. After much searching and asking of favors, here it is! I wanted to have the red patent leather diary but it is expensive ($50?!?)

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-51073812934515095512008-10-31T14:21:00.004+08:002008-10-31T14:39:43.073+08:00

The challenge is to write a story in one sentence. So here's my attempt: She closed her eyes and hoped that when the waves washed his footprints away, the inconceivable shame will be gone. Want to try your luck in winning a Moleskine? Join avalon.ph's Blog Hopping Moleskine Giveaway, the second leg of the contest is hosted by infinity less than three.

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-2022052136161214772008-10-23T03:18:00.002+08:002008-10-23T03:32:38.112+08:00

I received my first Moleskine last Christmas, a week after my father passed away. It was a Christmas gift from a friend. I wanted to write about beautiful and happy things in it but ended up writing about how painful my father’s passing was. I didn’t really have time to grieve, the day after my father’s burial I was back in Manila because of work. My Moleskine kept me company. When it was too

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-79022336447066764292008-08-22T13:06:00.002+08:002008-08-22T13:07:32.575+08:00

It has been quite a journey for me. I need to get a good grasp of things (...of myself) before I can once again share. I feel so raw that the slightest shake leaves me with bruises & cuts. This is of my own doing. I will have to live with it. I will have to live with painfully staring at the bandages in my face. Someday I will be stronger, enough for me to face the mirror to own my weakness. But

jiminoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-90558988149148095122008-07-06T13:21:00.002+08:002008-07-06T13:26:44.515+08:00

Sometimes I can't believe how other people's values become so blurred that they can even afford to ignore someone in a life-and-death situation. I too am guilty of my own social apathies, but I wouldn't and couldn't take it to my conscience to just leave someone dying. The recent shocking news of a woman dying in a psychiatric emergency ward in New York City is just one story (click here to watch

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-65131684896399340242008-06-17T15:42:00.004+08:002008-06-17T15:46:51.335+08:00

I haven't been writing about what I have been up to these past weeks. Well, there's nothing much really, just some alterations here and there.Let's just say that lately I am learning to push for what I want and not for what is expected of me. Of course there are some compromises and ant bites along the way... but I am progressing. I think. Biggest lesson I've learned so far since I started out

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-2347640075776290182008-06-10T09:16:00.001+08:002008-06-10T09:24:39.362+08:00

Do you get this feeling that you always have to watch your back because you do not know when & who will strike you? I get that a lot of times. You may call it paranoia, but I tell you it is not a walk in the park.That's why i withdraw. I create my shell. I put up a face.I don't mind owing up to things I've done wrong. I don't have any problems accepting reprimands or criticisms. But I do have a

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-9449461749262472722008-06-02T09:32:00.002+08:002008-06-02T09:53:04.853+08:00

No, this entry will not be about that popular Sean Kingston song. I lost a couple of dear friends to suicide. That's right, two... on separate occassions, this happened back in 2000 & 2001. I have a vague idea of why they did it, but I didn't want to find out more.The first one, was a dear-dear person, he was found dead inside his room. The other one, tried to call me a few nights before she died

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-62956448921472899222008-05-15T15:12:00.001+08:002008-05-15T15:15:00.391+08:00

I've been learning... learning a lot. But like a Friendster cliche - it's complicated.Like a child learning to crawl only to find out that I cannot explore beyond the confines of my crib. And those tiny teasers of freedom are mere - well, teasers. Like a toddler who was encouraged to love Crayolas but is restricted to display art in the bedroom walls because it is just not the right place & a new

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-36560720258597340792008-04-29T00:57:00.001+08:002008-04-29T01:08:54.492+08:00

I've decided to change my number after almost 7 years. Ganun pala ang feeling. Hehehe. ☺ I was building the phonebook on my new SIM and I realized, sobrang dami pala ng contacts na naipon ko. Ang iba cguro sa mga 'to di na ko kilala, magugulat nalang sila kapag nagpadala ko ng message regarding the change of numbers. "Jimi who?" Sabay taas ng kilay. Hahaha! Anyway, I'm still in the (tedious)

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-13346577097115553462008-04-17T18:11:00.016+08:002008-04-17T18:55:50.208+08:00

I was tagged by ArdeePost on Entry:a. Go to Flickr.com b. Type in your answer to the question in the "search" box. c. Use only the first page. d. Copy the html and paste for the answer. OR save as the picture e. tag peopleHere goes:What's your first name? What is your favorite food?What school did you go to? What is your favorite color?Who is your celebrity crush? Favorite drink? Dream vacation?

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-80142309732054623992008-04-15T09:09:00.010+08:002008-04-15T09:28:20.629+08:00

Today is Papa's birthday... I miss him so much. And I hope that he is still here with us so I can at least buy him a birthday cake. Here are some pictures of us... in remembrance. ÜThis was taken during my high school graduation... He was proud of me. He is not a very public person, he doesn't like going to school activities and public affairs. I remember he gave me a gift during my 3rd grade

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-59031834185586878192008-04-08T11:28:00.002+08:002008-04-08T11:41:33.645+08:00

I was tagged by Kuya Manny to write about 7 things that people probably don't know about me. So let's give it a shot. 1. I love windows. As a child, I would arrange the furnitures in my room in a way where I get to spend more time in front of the window. One time, the bed would be pushed back to the wall where the window is. Another time, it would be a desk. Until now, I still do that. I love

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-3625704464517424952008-03-29T07:49:00.001+08:002008-03-29T07:52:29.065+08:00

This must be how that red ant felt when she was left behind.My friends all went to Joena's place in Quezon for a beach trip to celebrate her birthday on Sunday. I deliberately came home early from my shift so I can see them off. Bad idea. I can go fend for myself, alone, for days... even weeks or months. But I hate it when I see friends (or family) leave. And vice-versa. That's why I'd prefer to

jiminoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-38873271019592911212008-03-27T10:49:00.002+08:002008-03-27T10:56:17.865+08:00

Nalulungkot ako... graduation ng youngest & one & only brother ko today. Pero wala ako dun. Last na high school graduation na 'to sa'min, kasi nga syempre bunso siya eh. Kahapon nag emote si mother dear. Cguro patong-patong na rin. Baccalaureate Mass ng umaga, 7am, late siya kasi may 7am news pa siya sa radio. Tapos sa hapon, 3pm, Tribute to Parents. Dalawa lang daw sila ng kapatid ko while the

jiminoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-22804817611836713302008-03-19T08:31:00.003+08:002008-03-19T08:34:06.093+08:00

Like a child trying to hold sand, I can feel it slipping between my fingers. The harder I try to hold on to it, the more frustrated I become because it seems that the sand lost its desire of staying in my palm. After this, what? What's there left for me to do?Where am I to go when for the longest time I believed that this is where I belong?

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-17788314522877223912008-03-15T06:31:00.000+08:002008-03-15T06:33:03.154+08:00

If you're stressed out or just plain tired or lonely... and you need a breather, watch this Valentina Hasan's video of Ken Lee here. Don't read on unless you've watched the video. ☺I almost fell from my chair laughing while watching the video. The words are just so funny. And she is consistent with the words, it's as if she actually invented a new language.But you have to watch this interview

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-41033775771525383512008-03-12T10:35:00.002+08:002008-03-12T10:48:29.413+08:00

He makes me smile on mornings like this one, when I arrive home dead tired and sleepy and groggy. He stays quiet when I'm in the tantrum mood. He reminds me of days when I'd rush home to catch Card Captor Sakura on TV because I wasn't introduced to the world of pirated DVDs yet. He makes me believe that no matter how little you are, you can make a difference and you can be a hero for someone,

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-31797782703076695102008-03-03T21:16:00.000+08:002008-03-06T17:25:43.024+08:00

I was just reading some stuff online... and suddenly pangs of sadness came without warning. They say its neccessary to be bruised to appreciate the healing. They say you need to fall down to see the beauty of getting up. They say that pain is inevitable. And yet, why is it that sometimes when I look back, I sigh and think "was that really neccessary?" There are things that happen where you can't

jiminoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-7200507159731569502008-03-03T14:52:00.003+08:002008-03-03T14:57:07.012+08:00

Twilight is the first book of Stephenie Meyer's vampire novels. I've read it last year and I was hooked. I'm done reading New Moon (book 2) and Eclipse (book 3) and I'm waiting for the release of Breaking Dawn. The book is about Bella, a high school girl who fell in love with Edward - yes, the vampire. It's about their love story and the dangers that revolve around them since Bella is

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-8893181107053073572008-02-28T06:16:00.002+08:002008-03-03T08:46:57.190+08:00

And so I'm back from vacation... I haven't blogged because I've been uploading pictures and catching up some work in the office. Plus there's just too much to blog about I'm not sure where to start. My return flight from Cagayan de Oro was wet, tiring and was bordering from exciting to scary. There was a low pressure area that week and for a couple of days all flights from the Lumbia Airport were

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-36135088885298354762008-01-31T09:31:00.000+08:002008-01-31T10:39:11.549+08:00

A couple of weeks ago, I received a receipt from the post office telling me that a package arrived for me and that I need to pick it up.It may very well be a bogus mail or some promotional thingy from a subscription magazine or something. But because I am always for snail mail surprises... I decided to go to the post office last Monday even if I have no idea what this is (I'm not expecting

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-57188163039768826052008-01-08T12:43:00.000+08:002008-01-08T12:48:19.984+08:00

Papa passed away last December 26, at 12:30am. I still can't write about it. But here's a letter my younger sister Mau wrote while we were keeping watch in the hospital, just 10 minutes before Papa's last breath. It speaks so much of what we want to say to him."I wished to have known you more... showed you love not just because I am biologically your daughter but because you are my father. The

jiminoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-51354499175565353772007-12-13T12:39:00.000+08:002007-12-13T17:46:41.455+08:00

Zak posted a short video taken during Analy's wake in YouTube, here's the link:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPjR7qT3qxcThis includes parts of the slideshow I made for her... I'll post the full version of the slideshow soon. The Mass for Analy will push through tomorrow, December 14 at 7pm at the Delaney Hall, UP Diliman. Mass will be celebrated by Fr. Guido Arguelles... yes, the Fr. Guido. We

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-76622934666010561572007-12-11T09:40:00.000+08:002007-12-11T09:55:51.656+08:00

Two weeks ago, I fell in love with this pair of chocolate brown shoes from Adidas. I love the color, the form, the feel... but my frugal self cannot afford to buy it. Even if I have the money for it, my conscience will not let me spend that much for a pair of rubber shoes.Like a love-struck teenage girl, I daydream of it, I rant to my friends about it, I even miss it. Last weekend when we went to

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-88605826736562319892007-12-03T10:12:00.000+08:002007-12-03T10:40:32.710+08:00

Papa with his fab five, October 2007 I just received news from home that Papa's health is deteriorating. When they try to talk to him, he just stares blankly and does not respond at all.When I went home last month to personally talk to his doctors, they told me that the cancer is already on the 4th stage and there's really not much that we can do. We decided to bring him home to my mother's

jiminoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-21880861517469705112007-11-29T19:28:00.000+08:002007-12-03T10:42:25.052+08:00

The group of Sen. Trillianes and Gen. Lim took over Manila Peninsula this morning. With them are some civil society groups - I saw Fr. Robert Reyes and former UP President Nemenso on footages taken inside the hotel. As of writing, the group decided to surrender to avoid casualties since the government troops started an assault on them and there are a lot of civilians inside.Amidst all the

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-39206417100839783032007-11-27T08:41:00.000+08:002007-11-27T08:52:38.750+08:00

I cannot give enough thanks to the people who endured this journey with me for 27 years. I am not easy to live with. I have a lot of eccentricities and hang-ups. But still, the Heavens sent several people who have this unusual ability of putting up with me. I wouldn’t have survived this far if it weren’t for them.And so, my heartfelt THANKSTo those who embraced me – flaws and all. To those who

jiminoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-84842985608401209692007-11-20T10:50:00.000+08:002007-11-20T11:12:52.334+08:00

alter egoI've been sick for the past couple of weeks, that's right after I arrived from Bukidnon. I had an asthma attack when I was there - maybe because of stress and lack of sleep. My coughing never left me since then, and it's even getting worst. Then my fever has been recurring. No rest day was enjoyed without the high temperature. I didn't want to go to the doctor because I'm afraid he'd

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-89954688261663430262007-11-11T13:50:00.000+08:002007-11-11T13:56:31.135+08:00

March 1980 - November 2007 I wanted to wait ‘til Saturday before I write about her, I wanted to wait until I see her lying there. As I’ve told a friend, their deaths, her death still seem unreal to me. I keep on reading news articles about the incident and it feels strange seeing her name on it.The news of her passing came as a shock; I read the SMS several times to make sure I’m not

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-88257988575358120572007-10-28T16:43:00.000+08:002007-10-28T17:21:26.224+08:00

I am really lost. AND desperate.We've received clear instructions from Papa's uncles that we all need to go to GenSan ASAP. And I am really in panic mode right now. He's not getting any better everyday, I know we need to go. Aside from the emotional stress, I don't know where to get the money to spend for his operation if ever we need to decide to have him undergo one. Then I have to think of

jiminoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-80970297504446363122007-10-26T17:32:00.000+08:002007-10-26T18:44:39.660+08:00

I haven't been blogging lately because I'm too occupied to think. All I've been doing online is upload pictures in my Multiply account and chatting with Ma and my sisters. So the reason why I'm able to blog right now is because I am not going to work today. Because I am sick. I tried going to work last night, but after a couple of hours I asked to be sent home because I'm starting to have chills.

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-4309416791411874372007-10-11T08:59:00.000+08:002007-10-11T09:24:02.684+08:00

I have been occupied with a lot of things lately... tired, burdened, stressed, problematic. I forgot to stop and thank the Heavens. So now, I am giving my Palawan updates a pause and I'm making way for this "Prayer." Thank You for staying by my Papa's side, for making the attack mild and having him survive it. May he be in his way to full recovery. Thank You for making it possible for Mau and

jiminoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-66276586892403389712007-10-05T08:21:00.000+08:002007-10-07T18:48:14.664+08:00

I've learned that one key to having a "sulit" visit to a place is finding a good driver. I was blessed with one during my Palawan trip. Upon my arrival at the Puerto Prinsesa airport, Kuya S shook my hand and uttered a warm "Welcome to Palawan, Ma'am!" I knew then that I was on for an exciting trip. He became my driver and my tour guide. I did my research on the net on places to check out and

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-21395831767180273882007-10-01T06:27:00.000+08:002007-10-01T07:10:41.719+08:00

I visited the Crocodile Farm and Nature Park on my first day in Puerto Prinsesa. I saw b-i-g crocs and boy are they scary. They have this platform built right above the crocs where you can view them closely and guests can actually buy fish and feed them using a rope. Of course I tried that and I saw and felt how powerful their snaps are. That was my closest experience with big crocodiles since I

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-77469711574420419672007-09-29T02:48:00.000+08:002007-09-29T04:28:42.664+08:00

Yeah, I went to Palawan last weekend. And I had a blast!It was definitely an experience. When my friends knew I was flying to Palawan, they didnt want to believe I'm going alone. I have been crossing seas by myself since what, high school? And I love traveling alone and burying myself in a good book or maybe just be oblivious of the world and enjoy the music from my earphones. Besides a girl my

jiminoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-7102621684316057912007-09-19T09:41:00.000+08:002007-09-19T10:03:33.224+08:00

That's the other half of my flower earring -- it looks to me like a pink calachuchi. And I love it. They sell this really cheap (say P20-P50) in tiangge stalls and you can choose from variety of colors and sizes. I always wanted to get this pair last year when the fad started, but oh well. Since its been raining lately (yeah, a few days before my flight), I figure I need something bright and

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-20085364867443506302007-09-18T15:16:00.000+08:002007-09-18T15:32:18.754+08:00

Yesterday I rushed to the PAL office in Makati, it was the deadline of my ticket reservation. I made it - all thanks to the MRT, my made-for-walkathon feet and the most efficient ticketing office I've ever been to (note: I love their couches and their airconditioning.) So I guess I'm really going. I'm looking forward to having my much needed vacation and my alone-time-under-the sun moments. And

jiminoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-30075602723069490432007-09-17T03:38:00.000+08:002007-09-17T04:11:04.187+08:00

batangas. july 2007I like the poem below, that's from Neruda, it's some kind of a reply to "Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines." Bittersweet. Just like my favorite dark chocolates.Some people think I am really sad lately because of the recent blog entries... I'd say, not exactly. Bittersweet. That's also how I can describe my state right now. I get joys in my 'bouncing back' moments, my

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-30427460497182552702007-09-10T05:51:00.000+08:002007-09-10T10:03:00.962+08:00

jimi showing off her caricature, september 2, 2007Last Sunday I met Lyndon (wow, first name basis) and had my Beerkada collection signed. And all I can say is -- cute. *winks*I can be such a groupie, but yep, that’s about it! Because Ayn already heard the rest. Hahaha.After swooning… I mean after a much behaved fan-meets-crush moment, we went to meet Mamu in Dampa. I wish we invited him to go

jiminoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-11785304341056944952007-09-04T10:04:00.000+08:002007-09-04T10:48:03.260+08:00

Clementine, my dreamcatcher. Sometimes, restlessness simply overcomes you. Reality becomes as blurry as those near-sleep seconds. And one couldn't help but wonder - "Will I ever see the end of this tunnel?"No matter how many times you check your to-do-list to make sure that you are getting there, you still feel lost, and desperate, and... empty. And you couldn't get rid of the feeling - you are

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-28042428972872192182007-08-17T07:55:00.000+08:002007-08-17T08:18:03.801+08:00

avilon zoo. june 2007. Cul de Sac - It is used metaphorically to mean a line of thought or action which leads nowhere. Can it define a relationship as well?I had a talk with my friend T last Sunday over coffee, pizza, and frustrations. We were talking about dead-end relationships. Is there such a thing? When do you know if you are in one? Once, she asked her Mom for a reason for sticking with his

jiminoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-10128185649856844812007-08-07T01:36:00.000+08:002007-08-16T09:00:02.650+08:00

mountain province. may 2007.The first crack of happiness is about to be born.And it’s all because of a person.No, not a new “other” person, but a me who’ve decided to renew.A me who’ve finally decided to start healing and walk away.Had a heart who shamelessly admits to have shed tears.Believing that tears can speak the truest language of love.This time, it will be different.For tears do not

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-53464895075918744072007-08-03T16:50:00.000+08:002007-08-16T09:01:52.123+08:00

Punta Fuego. July 2007.“What is my role in your life?”Have you ever been asked that question? It is a question most couples ask each other expecting the response to range from “you’re my everything,” “you complete me,” “you are my life,” and all other mushy (not necessarily truthful) stuff you can think of. But if this is asked by a friend to a friend, how do you answer?A friend asked me this

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-88632019878526301002007-07-27T10:40:00.000+08:002007-07-28T05:31:07.381+08:00

starring: jimi and the fuzzy bearI was pleasantly surprised when I saw my picture here: http://www.pinoytravelblog.com/travel-destinations/622/awesome-avilon-zoo-in-montalbanEversince I stumbled in this blog, I've been a big fan because I love exploring the Philippines. The contributors give you practical and "real" tips different from those you see in published travel guides.If you have spare

jiminoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-16328871694558704962007-07-11T03:41:00.003+08:002007-07-11T04:56:39.390+08:00

I decided to change my route to work a couple of months ago. Instead of taking a tricyle to Philcoa and getting a jeep to get to MRT Q.Ave, i am now taking the Ikot jeep. I get a jeep to the MRT station inside the campus. I've discovered that I am more productive and peaceful if I do the new route. I am able to go over why I am working hard and why I am doing the things that I am doing. Reality

jiminoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-42986640773137659322007-07-05T22:24:00.000+08:002007-07-05T23:24:45.236+08:00

it's nights like this that i look forward to.i am super tired, i feel like trash and i think i'm going down with the flu. but i am happy to just stay in my room and let all the bad things that has happened (and are happening) around me slowly be washed out. as i watch each tiny raindrop, i am reminded that i am but a tiny part of a picture. a being that has constantly asked and tried to do her

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-83562161824821499422007-07-04T05:47:00.000+08:002007-07-04T06:04:13.904+08:00

In a bridge somewhere North. November 2003.i know it is inevitable.it may be sad and painful, but maybe we can make it a good one.there are good movies with sad endings. let's make it that way so that in the future we can look back and say that we loved well. we break but we are also most capable of a resurrection. just like Him.

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-10737607725774745682007-06-29T03:49:00.000+08:002007-06-29T04:08:08.694+08:00

Bangalore Family.circa 2005.I've been experiencing some really serious stress from work lately. This is even worst than when a couple of months ago, the biggest LOB of the account was pulled out from the company.I am in a difficult crossroad and I know that it's affecting my work as well as my personal life.This afternoon, I was an hour late and was so de-motivated to work but a pleasant

jiminoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-70808172117359627722007-06-25T18:47:00.000+08:002007-06-25T19:08:19.729+08:00

manila.may 2007.i love being alone. i love doing things on my own. i love the freedom to decide for myself. no curfews, no explanations, no strings, more room for mistakes.but tonight, i suddenly felt so alone, no, not alone -- lonely.maybe i've allowed myself to indulge too much and accidentally took more loneliness that what's prescribed.and maybe it was never meant to be this way.something

jiminoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-67650314325383611182007-06-14T03:09:00.000+08:002007-06-14T04:48:16.906+08:00

"Pilipinas, malaya ka nga ba?" Manila Bay. May 2007.Today the country is commemorating it's 109th year of independence. Do we realize how the people before us gave up sweat, blood, and lives for this? Are we able to appreciate what independence means to us as a people? Are we able to see beyond the free MRT ride? Or the the free day from work? I don't know if cynicism comes with age... but

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-20154055520305370552007-05-26T03:34:00.000+08:002007-05-26T03:59:23.490+08:00

jimi's attempt.manila bay. may 2007. april 2007 was a very stressful and uncertain time at work. i wanted to write about it in detail but there are constraints that i need to observe, confidentiality policy. let's just say that it is indeed very UNCERTAIN. now after a month, we've moved on... well, at least some good number of us have. i'm still with the same account, focused on a different LOB,

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-34109917054840044782007-05-21T15:22:00.000+08:002007-05-26T03:30:27.991+08:00

I received some election results from home... and they are not good.First, Tito Boy ran for Congressman for the 2nd District, and he lost. I campaigned for him not because he is 'family', but because I know that he is a good person, honest and God-fearing. He advocates for the welfare of the indigenous people of our land and he is a native of our land(unlike most of the other candidates). He was

jiminoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-85939387552921627932007-04-30T01:28:00.000+08:002007-04-30T01:51:01.116+08:00

A couple of friends are leaving... L for Davao for some NGO work and M for Australia to pursue her culinary career.I chanced upon M in YM on the afternoon before her despidida. I asked her if she's packed all her stuff for Oz, her answer struck me -- "and hirap iimpake ang mahigit 20 years ng buhay mo sa loob ng 20 kilos na bagahe" L lives in the room next to mine and after she received a word

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-9320227606044834142007-04-26T02:31:00.000+08:002007-04-26T03:37:43.188+08:00

I was in Bukidnon the first two weeks of April, right after our Mt. Pulag climb. I was there for three important reasons -- Meryl's graduation, Benedict's 2nd birthday, and I am dying to spend time with my family.When my sister's name was called, dang, it was one proud moment for me. Tears blurred my vision as I watched her in black toga, marching to get her diploma. It's not actually so much

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-89840279897691537542007-04-22T17:46:00.000+08:002007-04-30T02:41:15.078+08:00

Yep, I am definitely talking about myself!It was April 1, April Fool's Day when we finally conquered the summit of Mt. Pulag. It was hard, effort kung effort! It was freezing cold and I had on 4 layers of clothes (takot akong ma-hypothermia noh) and there were assaults na sobrang steep. I almost gave up during the final leg, I kept telling them to go ahead, I'll watch the sunrise wherever my

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-47336662804452497712007-03-16T20:55:00.000+08:002007-03-27T13:44:56.282+08:00

photo courtesy of sheldon from pixelintheweb.wordpress.com/been/ Well, let's start off with a good news -- a good friend of mine is now a daddy! congratulations P & T! I'm happy for you guys!I said i'd book all my weekends with trips and activities. But this weekend is empty. And that is because I'm gonna be tidying up and fixing some stuff because I want to avoid cramming again on my trip home.

jiminoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-34500805530524989892007-03-12T18:18:00.000+08:002007-04-30T02:19:34.631+08:00

Went to the City of Pines with my agents last weekend. And we had so much! I am a bit pressed for time right now to write about the details of the trip, but I'll share pictures with you guys soon. No ghosts, but we tried to scare ourselves. Paranoia. We went to Tam-Awan Village and had our portraits done. I nearly touched the fertility idol, yeeeeh! We went to Botanical, tasted the

jiminoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-6357658499519775532007-02-25T23:17:00.000+08:002007-02-26T00:20:21.800+08:00

Yeah, I should have blogged about this last week... It was a perfect weekend at Pansol. I had great company, great food (home cooked), and great warm spring water to wash away the stress from work and from city life. We headed for Pansol Saturday afternoon after A and I completed our market list at Salcedo Saturday Market. When we arrived, much to my dismay the pools are empty. Turned out that

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-46581328333734022282007-02-25T22:32:00.000+08:002007-02-25T22:37:22.572+08:00

i'm all alone in the house tonight... yes, all five rooms are empty. i initially planned to do some house cleaning, but lazy-me took over. i have work tomorrow. it seems like the weekend's never enough. so much to do, so little time.be back with updates soon. goodnight. (told you this is a quick one.)

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-35614502566145411602007-02-20T18:39:00.000+08:002007-02-25T23:14:50.342+08:00

I was looking forward to writing about my wonderful weekend in Pansol. But today seems to be a very unlucky day for me.To start it off, I had a very hard time finding a cab this morning. When I found one, I immediately instructed the driver that I’m off to so-so (inserts our office building here) along Buendia near RCBC and that we should take the C5-Kalayaan-Buendia route. He just nodded. I took

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-13096240521658610762007-02-14T18:02:00.000+08:002007-02-14T19:28:11.385+08:00

a heartshaped breadstick at Bellini's CubaoHappy Valentines to everyone. I was thinking of wearing a bold red shirt today just for the heck of it, but I really can't do it. Hahaha. People asked me if I have a date today and I said yes, I have a date. With myself and with my blog. I don't think I can handle the mush of going out on a date on Valentines Day. Then add to that a huge bouquet of

jiminoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-52365695129207358172007-02-08T18:19:00.000+08:002007-02-08T19:06:58.705+08:00

dark clouds are hovering over me... negative vibes go away.i'm all stressed out with work. there are some people who cannot do their jobs well. i don't know if they intentionally ignore their responsibilities or they just really don't know how to do them. and if it's the case, they are too proud to ask. and i don't understand why. and it pisses me off. i hate picking up the ball after some

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-57207225899040436692007-02-05T17:31:00.000+08:002007-02-05T18:11:34.361+08:00

Watched this season’s last run of Live A.I.D.S. Monologues at the Abelardo Hall last night with Lala and Bas. Live A.I.D.S is the annual comedy-variety show that UP Samaskom has been offering for many years already. A number of showbiz’ big names started and were discovered here. It was only my 2nd time to watch, the first was maybe 5-6 years ago, when I was still a student (insert a hint of

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-57724007614829893872007-02-04T08:51:00.000+08:002007-02-04T09:45:41.835+08:00

the university at nightWhat is so special with First Fridays? I've asked myself countless of times. Sacred Heart, UPSCANs dress up on this day, we wear our UPSCA pins, we sing in the 6pm Mass, old friends meet... I may not be able to find the best answer, but First Fridays will always remain special to me.Last Friday I got off work early, went to UP and heard Mass. It was like a reunion of sorts

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-29823843432349472592007-01-27T16:28:00.000+08:002007-01-29T18:12:55.362+08:00

lendi, laarni, lala, jane, jimiSunday before Mia's wedding, we invited them for lunch at Wah Sun (Chinese cuisine), an old restaurant in the heart of Manila. We originally went to Los Ambos (tama ba?) which is just across the street and which is owned by the same family. It is said that Los Ambos (Spanish and Filipino cuisine) is very old and was founded around the 1880's. But it's a bit dusty

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-85896229585324169652007-01-27T15:49:00.000+08:002007-01-28T11:07:17.223+08:00

thanks Fr. Jboy for the picturesWell, Mia got married last January 17 at the Guadalupe Church. We were all there except for Jean-Pearl who could not get away from work. I almost did not make it as well. Good thing the office allowed me to go on a half-day work.She is radiant, maybe all brides are... but being so used to seeing her in jeans and loose shirts then seeing her in a beautiful wedding

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-33374261086953747922007-01-03T18:27:00.000+08:002007-01-28T11:07:48.379+08:00

i love the lively celebrations welcoming the new year. but let me tell you a story that explains why i suddenly transforms into a Grinch whenever i hear firecrackers explode.eight years ago, my only brother lost his right eye because of stupid firecrackers. yes, he lost his right eye. not a finger, not a limb but an eye. he being the youngest, the only boy, the baby in the family -- we were all

jiminoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-29274890687709918372006-12-31T14:08:00.000+08:002006-12-31T14:32:56.711+08:00

more stars to harvest next year... it was a good 2006. thank you!

jiminoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976037.post-22933035525453239822006-12-25T22:03:00.000+08:002006-12-25T22:23:50.683+08:00

I spent my Christmas Eve alone, watching TV and drinking liters of Coke. I have thought about this being-alone-this-Christmas thing. But just because I am spending it alone or just because I have to report to work and miss all the Simbang Gabi doesnt give me enough reason to be bitter about the Holidays.... I cannot be ungrateful. With the people of South Luzon spendingChristmas on

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jody. lendi. lala. laarni. bas. ganter. noel. knees. j. lala. analy (not in pic). mewe had our yearly christmas dinner last night at Tina's place... we had a great time. some did not show up but we more than made up for that.we miss aloy though...the title of this blog is a private joke, don't ask me i won't tell. ;)thank you for great all-seasons friends. 

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out of boredom, i was browsing Wikipedia today since this is the only non-work related site that i can open here in the office.i searched for the name of one of my favorite author. and guess what i found out?how sad.Roald Dahl actually died while i was celebrating my 10th birthday - November 23, 1990.i've learned a lot about his life this particular article. though he has been a favorite

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