Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Ok, let me limit my list then to celebrities. And, my consideration in this list are mainly, physical characteristics.
1. Michael Jordan
Need I say more? He has that 'air' in the court that spells confidence, something that he can back up with his skills. And, well, the crease in his face when he smiles? Irresistible!
2. Bernard Palanca
He is the only local actor that makes me cry e-v-e-r-y-t-i-m-e! He is elusive. That's why I find him more attractive. He has this 'bad boy' look but oozes chivalry. Once, I wrote in my journal about him. That was the time when he had this character called Anilov in a soap opera.
3. Jude Law
"The Holiday" explains why I find him attractive. He was a 'weep-er'! I dont care about the scandals he's been in. He just looks awesome!
4. Patrick Dempsey
The way his eyes grow small when hit by light...*faint*
5. Anfernee Hardaway
I need not explain. :)
Friday, September 16, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
This is hard.
- Open Cabinets. I don't like seeing the cabinets being left open. There were times when my sister would get something from the closet, leave it open and then goes back to her desk to work. I would have that strange feeling that the closet would swallow me whole. hahaha!
- Guys trying hard to act like a guy. Well, all the more they tell me that they're gay. If you are a guy, you don't have to prove to me that you are. You just be.
- Extreme Introverts. I get annoyed with silent kids. It so tiring to talk to them. I get more annoyed by silent people. I feel like the burden to start the conversation would always be on me. (Btw, I am working on this one. I am with kids most times and more and more quiet people are drawn to me. It has now become a responsibility.hehehe!)
- Chipped-off Nail Polish. Ugh! I even annoy myself when I put on nail polish and then it chips off. That is why, I keep a bottle of nail polish remover handy.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Jewel. If not for mainstreaming, her music would have not reached my little island almost 15 years ago when she released her first album. I am a bit choosy when it comes to music. I enjoy only a few genres. Recently, a friend who is into the music of the 80s hypnotized me. I particularly love Mike Francis, whose effort to go mainstream didnt go well (i think!).
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Today is August 24, 2011, a Wednesday. Here's what happened:
- 7.45 ++ Woke up at the sound of iron hitting concrete. There is a long-due renovation going on in the house.
- 8.00 Coffee and Bible: I read Numbers 4. I don't know NOW but someday I will understand why I needed to read it.
- 8.30++ Checked mails and did a quick Facebook round
- 9.00++ Wrote a speech for a friend. I volunteered to be the ghost writer for my friend who was to deliver a message on the opening of Phil. Normal University's Foundation week. We were classmates during our freshman year. The speech title was "Talents: Motivate. Multipy. Magnify"
- 12:00 Lunch. Mother was in a very agitated mood. Some important documents were missing. Her superior was out of town. My dad is her superior thus, the agitation.
- 1.30++ Wrote the Introduction to my friend who was going to deliver the speech I just mentioned a while ago. My sister who takes units in that Uni was assigned to introduce him. She asked me to write an introduction. So, you see the oddity of this situation? I wrote the introduction to the speaker who was to deliver the speech I wrote. hahaha!
- 2.45++ Quick Nap
- 3.15++ Reading
- 4.00 Went to Philippine Normal University (PNU)for the Opening Ceremonies of the 43rd Foundation Week. Both speakers to whom I served as ghost writers were awesome. The Freshmen students performed a dance. SPECTACULAR!!! They also had the "Sinugba Festival" where evryone can just join in and EAT!!!
- 9.00 Left PNU, passed by the 24-hour pharmacy to get some anti-histamines. I ate a stick of grilled Isaw (chicken intestines).
- 9.20. Home. Just in time to answer my aunt's Skype call from the U.S. Discussions of wedding details, reservations and plane ticket bookings took place.
- 10.36 Started writing this.
- 11.06 Still have a presentation to prepare for. Will be presenting BLESS to a group of pastors tomorrow. Tomorrow is another crazy packed day!!!
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
"Odysseus fruitlessly embracing his phantom mother may well be a metaphor for cyberspace, too, a realm of intimate encounters where what we long for always manages in the end to elude our grasp. " pp.55-56
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
count the stars
till the day breaks
stare at the moon
till it takes on a new shape
till you run out of road
till you run out of songs
but dont speak
but don't tweak
but don't be a fool
when your cup is full
till your heart breaks into a song
till you are convinced its wrong
Monday, May 30, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
You drive by
I feel my toes shiver
The distance between us
Is not measured by meters
Then we are worlds apart
The years we grew up together
Is not a guarantee that we know each other
Then I don’t know you at all
The currency we exchange with
Is not bills or clinking coins
Then we have enough to live on
The definition of a conversation
Is not the exchange of statements
Then we have been talking
You just walked by
I feel my heart shiver
the definition of intrusion
is not wrongfully entering into one's property
but wrongfully entering into one's mind
I'm in trouble
p.s.s. I think I like someone. Hehehe ;)
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
One of the best writers (in my opinion) i look up to is my cousin Sherl. I wrote about her love story here: If It Ain't Love it Ain't Grand. She recently wrote a poem describing her own love journey..and how, in November, it will end and yet begin another chapter at the altar. So, in the hype of the Royal Wedding, I found it fit to post this love-filled poem. Enjoy!
Love is A Force ( A Love Letter)
There once was a man
Who got in a jam
For the girl he once had
Broke his heart pretty bad.
So the man went about
Looking for ‘the one’ like a scout
Dated some gurl who was stout (haha!)
Found his soul still in drought.
There once was a girl
Who got in a swirl
For the man whose arms she had furled
Caused her weary heart to get hurled.
So the girl went away
Watching out for the happy and gay
Dated some guy who was lame
Found herself tired of the game.
But the man found a chance
In what begun as a glance
The bugs in his gut made a dance
Oh how he was in a trance!
But the girl was too evil
She donned the cloak of a rebel
The bugs in her heart were on level
Oh how she tried to only be civil!
Though the man fell from his high horse,
The girl owed him a sevenfold remorse
My Venus always says ‘Love is a force.’
Try as you may, you cant alter its course.
And so came the laughter and tears
The moments piled on, counted in years
The man and the girl swallowed their fears
And the bells will all be what one hears.
Hard may be the road,
In the walk toward the “have and to hold”
And long may be the wait,
For the name imprinted on our fate
One thing I am sure
In love and affection I will never be poor
It’s funny how I call you baby,
But you’re the best man for a lady.
And lady lady, I might never ever be (haha)
But you sure as hell ought to marry me!
- Sherlin Camacho
P.S. (So, I really need to turn the words My Venus into red, huh! hahaha! ) The photo above was taken during her Pre-Nup Shoot. She decided to take a weekend off and do her pre-nup at our province so she could be on my birthday. :D
Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
When I stop and trace the path back to the day I started the last decade, I could see stone memorials along the way. In my opinion, the 20-30 decade is when most life changing decisions are made. At least, that’s what happened to me. One doesn’t come out of this decade just ten years older. You come out brewed, brushed and bolder…and yes, ooooolder. My, you wouldn’t believe ten years could make such difference.
To illustrate my point, I will compare the 20-30 decade with the 10-20 decade.
When I was 10, I was in school. When I turned 20, I was STILL in school.
When I was 10, I lived off my parents income. WhenI turned 20, I was STILL living off their income.
When I was 10, I dreamed of being swooned by a good guy. When I turned 20, I was STILL dreaming.
When I was 10, I looked forward to growing up. When I turned 20, I was STILL looking forward to it.
And then, there’s the 20 – 30 decade.
Between 20 and 30, I’ve worked in more than 2 schools.
Between 20 and 30, I’ve had 6 jobs.
Between 20 and 30, I’ve made money. Sometimes, not much.
Between 20 and 30, I’ve lived in 5 different cities.
Between 20 and 30, I’ve fallen in love 3 times. Apparently, fell out 3 times too.
Those things BREWED me.
Between 20 and 30, I earned a college diploma with flying colors.
Between 20 and 30, I worked as a Moderator of Co-curricular activities in a school and that’s where my talents welled up.
Between 20 and 30, I had countless stage-time that stirred my passion for public speaking.
Between 20 and 30, I won my first Speech title.
Between 20 and 30, I met 80% of the people I truly consider friends right now.
Between 20 and 30, I wrote poems and I allowed strangers to read them. I even wrote poems for strangers.
Between 20 and 30, I learned to love my hair.
Between 20 and 30, I gained all the weight I don’t need right now.
Between 20 and 30, I was educated by the best mentors, not in the classroom.
Between 20 and 30, I found my calling.
Those things BRUSHED my rough edges. (although I don’t really know how the weight and the hair fit in that category)
Now that I am 30, I am BOLDER.
Bold enough to take captive my own emotions just because they aren’t helping me.
Bold enough to walk away from what is good towards what is best.
Bold enough to fight for joy in the midst of suffering.
Bold enough to tell myself I am wrong.
Bold enough to let strangers invade my personal space because they don’t have any place they can call their own.
Bold enough to stand on a promise though the promise-keeper is frail.
Bold enough to keep standing on a promise made.
Bold enough to accept I have been wronged.
Bold enough to not hide my crushed pride.
Bold enough to say “Here I am, send me.”
Bold enough to admit I am never enough, no, not even for myself. Someone lives for me.
Bold enough to accept GRACE.
But if I am bold enough it is only because ... I hide beneath the CROSS.
To see my 10-20-30 transformation, see my other BLOG.
p.s. Oh, yeah…older too. Old enough to start a family, but
no one is bold enough to start it with me. Keeeeed-ing!!!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
There is a massive difference between the use of fine words and the fine use of words.
Friday, March 11, 2011
The night was gloomy. The November cold wasn’t helping. She held on to him for warmth like how she had for the few months that had passed. His heart had more than warmth to offer.
They drove around the city somehow realizing how funny fate could be, at the same time recognizing Someone had mapped it all out for them. For who could believe that in this small city, where everyone knows everyone’s shadow, they have not known about each other, up until 5 months ago. Despite the fact that they both lived here for more than 30 years, despite the many common friends they have, despite numerous government functions they were both present at, yes, despite the fact that they stood as godparents to two of their friends’ children, they only became aware of each other’s existence one God-given day in July.
Indeed, when love walks into your life, an ordinary day takes on a new dimension. On the day that was painted with waiting, her waiting for the right man ended. Along with her co-teachers, Lovella queued up to claim her honorarium at the COMELEC Office for the services she rendered during the last election. Mixing sweat and stories, like most joyful teachers, they waited for their turn. At one point, Edsel, her co-teacher and close friend mentioned about her singleness and jokingly volunteered to play cupid and find her a match. They mockingly discussed prospects and possibilities even as they joined another line of people, this time, buying fruits from the vendors near the office.
Just then, a familiar face, owned by a man riding a motorcycle crossed Edsel’s horizon. He took no second thought and muttered “Ma’am Love, how does an architect sound to you? See that guy? I know him. He’s single.” When Lovella turned around to look at this man Edsel was talking about, she only saw his back as he sped along.
No sparks. No fireworks. The clouds didn’t gather to form a wreath. No birds suddenly appeared to sing a serenade. Nature gave no clue that God had answered her prayers.
For days now she has been devoting some time to take a walk early in the morning and talk to God. It would be for forty days, like how she did it many times over when she would ask God for something. This walk that would conclude on her birthday would be for something she has long waited for – A lifetime partner. No, not a boyfriend, not a get-the-day-through guy but the one who would spend the rest of his days with her.
Unknown to her, Edsel was serious about introducing her to Fred. Serious may not describe his strategy of sending Fred an anonymous text containing Lovella’s phone number and an imperative “text her”, but he never doubted in his mind that they would make a good couple. So, he tirelessly sent Fred messages coaxing him to start a communication with her.
It was only when Love received a wrongly sent text message that she found out what was going on behind her back. It was from Fred, asking Edsel a question, giving the impression that he thought Lovella’s phone number was Edsel’s. Later on, he confessed of his disguising strategy.
Lovella replied modestly, showing not much interest. A reply started a conversation. A conversation started a regular and intentional communication, then, the resolution to finally meet each other in person.
That God-appointed day came. Without glamour and fancy, they met. Surprisingly, they realized, this wasn’t the first time they saw each other. One day,( while still in their phase of exchanging messages), on her way to work, Lovella saw a guy in black shirt cross the street and a strange feeling told her it was Fred. Today, she found out it was indeed him. Fred on the other hand, recalled a woman that caught his attention, clad in a little black dress, during a photo exhibit at the city hall. And yes, he remembered that face too, of a lady sitting poised in a tricycle, carefully covering the slit on her skirt with her right hand, looking at her while he crossed the street one day. And like long-time friends they talked, laughed and shared candid moments.
The talks translated into longer, deep conversations. The laugher turned to meaningful smiles and the moments were slowly filed into memories. The days unfolded the wonder they found in each other. Little by little their souls became transparent to each other. Their preferences, ideals and dreams were almost similar. Their common ground was slowly enlarging, laying the foundation to a meaningful relationship.
Falling in love is wonderful but the problem with love is, you can’t keep it to yourself. Fred could no longer hold the weight of love in his heart, he laid it out in the open. What woman could resist the heart of a man truly in-love? Lovella knew this was no ordinary man. He sought God’s will and He answered. She professed her love for him and together, they painted beautiful days.
When love takes you in everything changes. And on that cold November night, as they drove along the streets of this city they call their home, they noticed how ordinary things took on new meanings. The few months of knowing each other filled the empty cracks of the years that were behind them. To Lovella, the long waiting seemed like yesterday. On the other hand, Fred could only wish tomorrow is here today.
While she enjoyed the warmth of his presence, he longed to give her a future. He purposely stopped their street-combing in front of an edifice most familiar to both of them. Unlighted and empty at this cool hour of the night, the church seemed like a perfect façade for the proposal Fred had made up in his mind. Clueless of what was going to happen but marvelling at the gesture, Lovella enjoyed this quiet moment together, until he broke the silence. He asked her to marry him.
You now know what her answer was. Indeed, when God writes our love stories it is unlike the rest. He carefully scribbles His signature in our moments and weaves together amazing experiences that we call miracles. God gave Fred and Lovella their own brand of miracle. They now continue to warm each other in the fire of God’s love.
*Lovella is a good friend of mine and the photo above is one of their pre-nup photos. She works as a school paper adviser in a high school here in our city. While planning for her wedding, she decided to give it a personal flare and thought of making her invites look like a newsletter. In fact, the invite really is a newsletter!!! She gave me the honor of writing their lovestory. She and Fred will get married in May. photo courtesy of Fotographia*