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Monday, June 27, 2005

carriedo at ang araw ng maynila


bahrain here i come. i wish! sana matuloy na. si jenny is nag pa-practicum sa biñan. si ida sa qc. si richell, ay naku. parang switch ng ilaw pag dating sa relationships. parang strobelights. on and off in a blink.

tanya. napag iwanan ka na.

so nag punta ako last friday sa carriedo(?) para sa NBI clearance for travel... tough luck champ. araw ng maynila. sarado lahat. pambihira, ang layo nun. yun pala pwede naman sa city hall. andami ko pa namang papers na dapat ayusin plus yung interview. *imagine interview slowly turning into a nginiiiig episode.* yikes!

at least marami pa din nagsisimba sa quiapo every friday. yung mga manang na nagkukuwentuhan sa likod and all... sheesh.

Monday, June 20, 2005

Feeling Sharon Cuneta


This whole day, I've been listening to The Carpenters. Come to think of it, it's Monday today and umaaraw/umuulan ang drama ng panahon. Rainy days and Mondays. The songs are bittersweet anthems sung by a couple of anorexics. So what? I am slowly getting addicted to them. Wait. Stop. I think I'm turning into Sharon Cuneta!

These past few weeks I've been listening to American Pie, Guitar Man, The Birthday Song, I'll Have To Say I Love You In A Song, The Boxer and Puff The Magic Dragon. Naku. Call it coping mechanism. Or My-brains-atrophied-and-this-is-the-result. They're great songs, don't get me wrong. Kasi naman, I passed my resume to Ate Sion na... and today she's probably halfway to Bahrain. Then in the next few weeks, I'm going to have to wait for a call. Interview. Takutaku! I tried to prolong this as long as I could. For months I made the silliest, lamest excuses not to go. And now, all I remember is the day I handed over my papers and confirmed her that yes, my passport is still valid (rotting away in the box under my dresser). I think I was PMSing that day.

God. What a coward I am. Now, all I have to do is to convince myself that it's going to be okay. And that I really want to go.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

Ate Sion And The Cabbage Patch Kid


They visited us today with Ineng in tow. Have you seen a cabbage patch kid? That's what she looks like. Ineng, I mean not Ate Sion. Ate Sion was nakaka-miss talaga. She introduced me to midnight snacks, two-tone coloring and stashing junkfood in the closet. She was loads of fun. Still is. Then again a few hours ago, she's convincing me to go to Bahrain. Nice. Now if only I could get back that CV I passed.

The end is near. I feel it. May the force be with me.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Index Cards, Dying Cows and Menopause



Yeah, you got that something
I think you'll understand
When I say that something
I want to hold your hand



Right now, I’m taking a break (dahil nakikinig ako sa I Want To Hold Your Hand ng no other than the fab four from Liverpool, feeling ko crush ko na si George) from racking my brains on what to anticipate sa interview. Gumawa pa ako ng list of possible questions at mga hypothetical answers sa index card. Index card! Ginagamit lang yun nung elementary para i-check sa Health kung naggupit ka ng kuko at nagdala ka ng panyo.

Every now and then I imagine myself changing my voice and telling the interviewer that he or she called the wrong number. Lagot ako sa nanay ko pag nalaman niya ‘to. Hindi yun marunong sumakay sa joke at napaka OA pa at may pagka paranoid. Ganun ba ang nag me-menopause? Nakakatakot! Good thing walang alam yun sa internet blogging. Hehehehehe!

Grabe. I have the self-esteem of a dying cow. Plus I just read Chicken Pox For The Soul. Read it. You will never be the same again.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Hallelujah, Jeff Buckley

hallelujah
jeff buckley


Well I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this :
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah


Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
And she tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah


(Yeah but) Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor, (You know)
I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
and love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah


Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah


Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
It's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah


ganda. my new favorite song.