Belly Smelly

I was an innocent victim last night...

I was looking forward again to going home as my housemate and i are gonna watch again boku dake no madonna. This was one of my favorite tv drama in japan which i wasnt able to finish two years ago, summer in japan then (take note that i got depressed that our extension then wasnt approved as i wont be seeing the ending of the drama then) and it featured also one of my most favorite jap song. Keitaro was able to find a copy of it here and now we're having fun watching it as it is japanese dubbed and chinese subtitled!fun huh?hehe..Anyways, marwell can attest to this also as he had fun watching it also although he doesnt know any japanese..=)

Anyways, I was looking forward to seeing Kyoichi (the handsome lead actor) again and was in a good mood when I rode the mrt in jurong east. It quickly dissipated however, as i stood beside a very smelly pana..UGH!!!. The car was very crowded mind you. Too bad for her cause she could pass for a model, and she has two admirers with her at that. It must be her potion, her smell...ugh!!!!...To think she was so tall I was just level with her underarms..ugh again!!. I was so sick I have to rush home to throw up, stayed in the toilet actually for quite a long time. I didnt have dinner as I just dont have the stomach for it (now if you know me, you'll know the smell was really bad as i'm not one who skips a meal). It was so bad I could throw up just by the thought of it. If anyone could have been dead with an attack of the underarm odor, I might have been dead on the spot then...

Trips

I so loved my Japan assignments, especially when i was assigned together with friends. We did everything together and it was an even greater adventure for all of us as together, we got to explore Japan...

Albeit yesterday, I still had fun doing errands by myself. Sometimes it's loads of fun having yourself for company...

The day of my flight to Singapore (October 16) had been full of adventures indeed. First was the taxi scare when I got paranoid coz the taxi driver stopped at a "talahiban" when we were on our way to the airport. He said he'll just gonna pee but I was so skeptic whether he was telling the truth so all the time that he was taking a pee behind a big boulder, I kept looking at him, hehehe.

During check in, the man behind the counter was so exaperated at us as we have excessive excess baggage. We got more than our fill of scolding, yes, but it's better than paying for the excess baggage...=)

Inside the aircraft, we got really excited as we have our own monitors and there were quite a lot of good movies to watch. Our spirits were dampened though as of all the rows in the aircraft, ours (just the three of us) have faulty entertainment system. For like a number of times, the flight attendants checked our sets but it was to no avail. They offered for us to take the other seats at the back but we declined their offer as it was just too much of an effort, moving our stuff and all. Thirty minutes before landing, the attendants gave us complimentary gifts to compensate our "inconvenience". So the three of us each got a bag of goodies (three cute snoopy, patrick and sponge bob stuffed toys, a cute pencil case, two sets of playing cards, SA ballpen and some postcards)!!!.

The rest of the night was quite eventful still. The "open fly syndrome' striked out again, our lady taxi driver got us lost and the lola who cleans the table after eating at the food court was eyeing the excess utensils we brought.

Our accommodation's really neat! Japan accommodation is such a far far cry. And although, by drawlots, I got the smallest bedroom, nevertheless, it was still cool as I got the best view - a view to a resort like pool and to prospective hunk swimmers in their skimpy trunks!! Can't wait to donn my two-piece suit (under my shirt and shorts..hahahaha)

Singapore...

So this is it...Today's the day that i'm gonna see Singapore for the first time...
And i just wish, i'll see His reason for all these..........
=)

Them OCs and Me

A bunch of OCs, my brothers are. With them in the house, there's a place for everything and everything is in its place. Each and every one of them knows what task is expected of them. Of course, I'm only too happy to let them be with their work..hehehe..

Felt good to have my family around..
But the best part is to have someone to cook for you, clean the house for you, iron the clothes for you and do the laundry for you.....=D
My brothers are more the homemakers than I am nor will I ever be! Great cooks too!

Yesterday was my flight back to Manila and I've been missing my family a lot since last night. It's the hardest part actually; you miss them the most when you've just been with them...
I missed the shoulders that you can lean on, laps that you can lie on and arms to hold on to; not to mention funny guys who do practical jokes on you.

And yeah, Mama and Papa seemed to be more and more affectionate towards each other with every homecoming I make...This is nice really and I hope it gets better by time..=)
Seeing them though, reminds me yet again of my long-time dream of having someone to grow old with.

But I think for the time being, I should put aside that dream and just relish spending time with myself and with my equally interesting girl-friends. Riow's POVs indeed drove me home...=)
Cheers to us!

The Meet With Grandma

I evaded last year's family reunion for a couple of reasons - one of which is that EVERYBODY, especially Lola, would go askin' me again about any love interests lately...I just couldn't stand the thought of that torment last December so I opted to not attend the reunion which I now realize was not the right move.

As is peculiar to old folks, my Lola has tampo over me for not seeing her when I was in town. Now this leads me to think that I may be really getting old already as I get tampo easily...(I'm surely gonna give a reward to somebody who can give me the English of tampo!).

Anyways, it's good to see my Lola again in her refreshing abode. It's even better that I got to hug her and be hugged in return.

By the way, I still didn't get away from the dreaded question...To which I have a "Nay" ready.

More Reunions

Rose earlier than the sun the other day - a big feat for me I say, as I really am not a morning person - as my close friends and housemates back in college have quite an itinerary for the day.

Bes and I fetched preggy-Marnel first from her house where we met again her OOH-SOOO-GORGEOUS husband who was fussing over her but seems overly excited that Marnel's going out with us. Her husband's so good-looking you'd like to be seated when talking to him as your knees would surely buckle just looking at him..hehehe..Been asking her time and again about the potion she used to win him over but alas, it was to no avail...hahaha...

Marnel and I still have hang-ups about going to school and wearing our uniform and so it was somewhat tormenting for us to see those Atenista girls going about the city with their uniforms on. Anyways, it's no wonder I really am not easily starstruck whenever I see movie actresses/models in Manila...the school's practically flooded with model-looking girls (which led me to think that perhaps, subconsciously, our reason why we still would like to wear our uniforms is so as to be one with these girls...hahaha..)

Sometime within the day, my mind was ruffled again with a call I received, but thank goodness, the much-longed-for mass at Ateneo Chapel eased out the creases the ruffle created...=)

During mass, I came to reflect about a lot of things - one of which is that people who have been dear to you once will always remain dear to you albeit not in the same form as the last time. And that knowing they are living their lives well also gives you a certain kind of peace.

I'm happy to see Bernel to be back in good shape again and looking so holy at that. Got even happier when I unexpectedly got to talk to him and see his saintly smile again. Watching his retreating back, I can almost imagine him wearing a frock. But I'm happiest with the thought that there goes another servant for the Lord. Bernel would surely be a very good priest...=)

Anyways, Marnel, Bes and I ended the day exercising our larynges and dance moves at a posh KTV (the best one I've ever been to, even in Japan!). Things never really change...They still are very tough competitiors..hahaha...

Best Buds

The years of being apart haven't really changed things much. Everything was just as it was before - from the okrayan, the practical jokes, the pasikatan/palamangan, the words per minute that could very well beat world records and even up to Inan's finishing off my leftovers.

We were just together for 3 hours, but it was 3 hours of quality time indeed. Funny how he remembers my previous crushes when I myself can't remember the guys themselves..hahaha..

It was also weird when he said that the one word he can always remember me by is "delve" as he claims I was the only one he knows in college who uses this word during normal conversation. It was somewhat like having a deja vu with Paige with "ensconce" and Michelle (?) with "pejorative"...=)

Being the one who first called me a "Cotton" as I get to absorb the emotions of people around me or that I get to dwell on negative emotions too long, he frowned as he still sees that characteristic in me...=(

I was struck though, with what he said about one of his favorite TV shows, about finding sense in something that was really a nonsense in the first place...finding meaning in something so meaningless...

With this, I got to thinking that perhaps, it really depends on one's outlook how one perceives a certain experience; how one assesses that experience depending on one's perspective in life. Like one person can find his work pointless but another can view the same work as fulfilling. And to this example, I can say: "The dignity of labor is in the laborer itself"...

Anyways, I'm excited though as I got another booking as Wedding Singer...=D

On Imelda and Places

As much as I would just like to wait at the waiting shed, I have no choice but to wait for my brother at just outside his room as we haven't talked were exactly shall the two of us meet (I was still in dream land when he went to school).

I was really in a dilemma as I have to pass through a gathering of girl scouts which of course was headed by my old teachers...Anyways, to put the story short, there was really no evading them so I just approached and greeted them as the saying "Ang hindi lumingon sa pinag-galingan ay hindi makakarating sa paroroonan" kept nagging at me.

After the introductions and recollections, I realized my horrible mistake. Mrs. Mercado grabbed the microphone (there was a program, right?) and announced to everybody my homecoming and reminisced my conquests in elementary, all the while pointing at the wall where my name was etched. Aaargghhhh!!! The experience was really horrible and embarrassing that I would have liked it very much had the floor split open and gobbled me up....

Now CJ had asked me again to fetch him come Monday. But, the experience had so traumatized me, he received an outright and big NOOOO....=)

Anyways, after years (had it been four already?) of staying in Manila and seeing garbage strewn on the streets, it's sooo refreshing to see Tagum and Davao's clean streets. It was always a wonder to me how Tagum and Davao can maintain this cleanliness when Manila can't. Surely, Manila gets more budget from the government than Tagum and Davao?? The cleanliness in my hometowns is so reminiscent of Japan...

Japan, Japan...How I missed it so...
Wonder how will Dexy celebrate her birthday?
Anyways, Happy birthday to you girl!!
=)

Fetch and Patch

Woke up early - at 8 (ahhh bliss) - as I have lots to do for the day.
CJ asked me to fetch him from his advance math class and I've obliged him this time. I'm a little wary though as it'll be at my old elementary school and I might meet my old teachers there. I'm cowering now actually, just thinking of the small talk we might be having. Though flattered, I still am ashamed and find it really funny everytime I remember that they've asked me to be the Privileged Guest Speaker for last year's graduates. Huff! Like, I've achieved a lot already!...=)
Though they may not invite me again as I've turned them down then, still one invitation is more than enough to boost my ego, unfit though I still may be..=)

Anyways, I'm sooo looking forward to this afternoon as Inan - my guy bestfriend back in college - and I would be patching up the years we've been apart. =)
I'm so looking forward to hearing about his blooming lovelife (on one condition though that he won't ask about mine....hahahaha..)

A Scary Ride

Though sometimes it feels exhilarating to see the clouds at eye level and look down on tall trees and high mountains, I still would rather ride a ship back home than ride a plane. With every take off, I always am afraid that any minute thereafter, some part of the plane would burst to flames or that there would be some engine trouble or that I would never set foot on solid ground again, much less be alive to set foot on solid ground again...

Morbid, yes, but there's just no stopping these thoughts with every plane ride I take. Sometimes, I catch myself praying to God to grant us safe travel and chant it over and over again, especially when I'm traveling alone...

My plane ride yesterday was the WORRRST I've ever had. I rode PAL actually, but I was thinking whether I was on board another airline and the line "You fly as Asians, you land as spirits" kept nagging at me...Big as the plane was, it shook as we passed cloud racks. With every dip and dive, I felt like I was riding a roller coaster, only that we weren't anchored on some structure but flying some 10,000 ft above ground!! As the plane plummeted and rose, I found myself exclaiming "Lord!"...

The Jap & Pinay couple sitting beside me was holding hands as well as the couple sitting across the isle. With no one to hold hands with, I just hugged myself. I glanced back at the couple across the isle and my fear was somewhat alleviated with a funny yet romantic thought that crossed my mind...I was thinking that perhaps, the guy and the girl were really strangers and that it was only their fear which prompted them to hold on to each other. Should this be the case, she's one lucky girl as the guy was a real cutie....=)

Anyways, I still am here now, blogging that experience so, you can say I landed an Asian still...hehehe...

Ahhh, it's soooo good to eat real and home made food and not some greasy stuff from a fast-food chain....=)

Tickets!!

Got me-self tickets to Davao already!
And I got it a thousand bucks cheaper than what i've expected..=)

Still have a lot to finish though, else my AKP will scalp me bald....=(
I may have to spend the night with Raimondo's long-haired friend...yikes!!
=)

Timeline

It has been a long time since i've read a book that so caught me up like the one i'm reading now. Haven't seen the movie of this book written by Michael Crichton but I have a feeling I'll like the book better than the movie.

I find it funny whenever there were scenes when the leads are running/fighting for their lives and I find myself short and out of breath...=)

The book is not really of the romantic sort but as tales of handsome knights were recounted, I just couldnt help but remember my elementary-school-girlish dreams of meeting my knight in shining armor, ready to sweep the damsel in distress off her feet...hah!! Now, i'm old enough to know the reality..=)
But then on the other hand, I think I grew up too late and my knight might have married already, who knows!

But then again, who knows, I might meet a chivalrous, handsome knight soon...=)
(yeah i know, i gotta wake up from this dream)

Farewells..yet again

Seems to me i said goodbye to friends a lot of times this year...=(
It was Dexy's turn yesterday at CPK...
How I wish I was with her in Japan and have my Sweet November, Winter Sonata and Spring Romance (?)..hehehe.
Wish you well Dexy and I hope you won't be too sad as we all try to look forward to the great adventures that await us..=)

Pretty in Pink

Junel bought me a purty-pretty pink suitcase last night (here's the gist of the story behind: Sakura's suitcase is with him and my suitcase is with Sakura who's now in China...and so I got me a new purty valise...hehe).

Just realized lately though, i've got quite a hang-up with pinks..the umbrella Yhale bought me in Japan was also pink and the exact shade of my suitcase..hahaha..i'm thinking of wearing pink on the day of my flight just for the fun of it..hmmmm..=)

Anyways, I'm really surprised (yet again) how time flew so fast this week. Seemed to me it was just the other day that Michelle and I had lunch (at 3 in the afternoon, mind you) at a posh restaurant when it had been a week already. Yep, we dined at Via Mare and enjoyed good food (yep, i ordered a bangus dish again..hehe) as we enjoyed each other's good company...

We ordered fresh oysters and it was amazing how it tasted really good and it's without "langsa" huh...I remembered when i was watching TV in Japan and saw this dude eat oysters right there by the seaside, i was somewhat sickened with the thought of eating it raw...Now i can say "Sou desu ne" with his "Oishi!"...=)