Sunday, March 27, 2016


My sister got engaged last March 12, 2016 and I was nowhere near Manila then. I was out in Badian, Cebu canyoneering and holding on to dear life. I was just told of the event (it's a surprise, I mean, who tells the girl she's going to be proposed to?) a week before, meaning I've confirmed my reservations and have committed to my friends. I know I'm questioning myself as to how I chose to proceed with my Cebu and Boracay trip while my only sister is getting engaged. It was supposed to be "just" a birthday dinner of her boyfriend, Kuya LJ, of 6 years.

Yaya Belle sent me a video of the event the same night and when I watched it, waterworks happened. My friend who's close to the family and was with me in the trip, cried, too. When our other friend came into the room and saw us crying, "Ay. What happened? Are you guys crying??" The usual retort while wiping our eyes with a "duh" tone we just had to say, "Ay hindi. Sinipon lang kasi may pinanood kami."

I heard of the full story when I got back to Manila. So my sister had no idea about it and she usually discovers the plans of Kuya LJ before he can pull it off. She said she initially thought during their anniversary that her boyfriend was going to propose. I was part of THAT surprise! Turns out he really planned to propose then; however, there's one major thing that didn't go as planned - the ring was not yet available. After that she didn't want to get her hopes up anymore. And so on that day, my sister was told by her boyfriend to wear a dress he got her before. He also was able to convince her to have her nails done a few days before. He didn't say where they'll be going (as they are weekend warriors, out travelling on weekends) so he just said she bring a lot of clothes. They might go surfing in La Union or up in Baguio or wherever. 

My sister said she was amazed by the family's acting skills. It was just like a lazy Saturday for them. My dad even had a haircut and had his hair dyed. "Dad, bakit ka nagpapa-dye?" "Gusto ko lang bakit ba." My niece was just following her all the time and tried to foil the plan by saying my sister's boyfriend visited the house. Good thing Yaya Belle was quick to add a few words to make my sister dismiss what was said. Such a sumbongera kid. ­čśé

What my sister didn't know, after she was picked up, everyone else took a bath, quickly prepared, and went to the venue. They even joked, "Ninang, sama raw Chesca sa 'yo!" And when the couple went to their dinner venue, Kuya LJ changed to a long sleeved polo and slacks from white shirt and tsinelas to which my bruha sister said, "Ay bakit ikaw bihis na bihis ako mukhang naka-rubber shoes?!" "Birthday ko eh!" Fiiiine. Haha. She was also surprised she saw my mom there. "Errr why are you here?" "Birthday ni LJ," ignored her and proceeded to walk somewhere else. When she saw lots of people, she already had an idea and she was getting nervous.  

He said he practiced, even going down on one knee in front of their boy, and yet he was so anxious that day he even took a bath twice to which his friend pointed out. He was sweating it out and couldn't hear well as his heart was pounding really loudly. 

Kuya LJ forgot his lines, cried his eyes out, broke the case of the ring (for some reason he can't open it!!) in the process, but when he got down on one knee, you know it'll be a yes.

A lot of anecdotes, photos where my sister looked like she's wearing rubber shoes while getting proposed to, everyone bawling their eyes, and kids screaming and crying with the crowd. I may have missed the moment when that memory happened, but I'll be pretty damn sure to be there for more stories worth sharing to the world. 

Monday, March 21, 2016

I remember the time my friend and I brought with us a plush toy of a dog, named Russell, and pretended he was a puppy. We even brought him with us in the restaurant and carried him while walking around UP Technohub. Good times. :)

Sunday, March 06, 2016

In the Mourning

I have never read something more suited to my "morning" life than this. In fact, it made me write this entry!

This is why companies with flexible hours are so appealing to me. If I get a job with a specific time-in and time-out, I'd probably be laid off in a month (read #9). Mind you, I've had progress from showing up 2x a week, to showing up every day in the office. There is no routine in my life, except when I worked in Makati because I have to catch the company shuttle from Eastwood to Makati. And it is set that either I take the 6:30 AM ride or the 7:00 AM ride. If I miss out the 7:00 AM ride, I might just pray, cry, or wish I was sick because there is no way C5 and EDSA would part a la Red Sea for me. Traffic can be a motivation, but not that much.

Taken from Buzzfeed

I even have a timer for 3 minutes - fooling myself to
wake up after 3 minutes. Imagine the impact those minutes can bring me each day.
Back to the golden Buzzfeed post.

#s 1-6,
Every morning I question my existence. How at my age, I'm still a lazy ass rolling out of bed instead of waking up with a "hello, sunshine!" smile plastered on my face. I just can't. It's one of those things I can't pretend to like. Of course, waking up means you're alive but life doesn't register that early* to me. It's a daily struggle.

Coffee doesn't help me in a way that it makes me feel better about myself  life. I need coffee because I treat it as my responsibility juice - once I take it, I have no excuses left anymore.

Taken from Buzzfeed.


Seriously, nothing is more important than continued sleep. Supposed to be meeting a friend? Fuck friendship.

This says a lot. It's why I haven't accepted a brunch invite in years. Oh wait, I did. I just didn't sleep till we were done with the brunch. Next thing I know, I'm ready for a midnight snack. If ever I get a breakfast date, I'd probably be dozing off (since I won't sleep to be able to make it to "breakfast" time) or zombie-ing it out. Not good for any social life.

It's also the reason why I always miss out the breakfast buffet in hotels. Who eats from 6-9 AM?! It should be 11 AM - 2 PM! Justice!!! Include #11 on this, I don't do breakfasts. Nopies.


Supposed to be in class, getting an education to give you a better shot in life? OH WELL.

The moment we had freedom to choose/make our schedule back in college was one of the happiest moments in my life. Most if not all of my classes started 1:30 PM. Uh-huh. I wasn't born at 6:05 PM (I checked my birth certificate) to be a morning person.


The very best thing about the weekend is, of course, the fact that you can sleep in.

I love you so much if we're meeting on the weekend when the sun is still up. There has been a lot of times that I woke up to see my family having dinner downstairs. And there were even times they had to check in on me to see if I'm still alive or if I have died in my sleep. 

#10, 22
I still do believe that tomorrow will be the day I will wake up in the morning with a perfectly good mood that it'd make me want to start writing a journal. Who said we're not hopeful people?!

#23, 24
Yes, I have given permission to folks at home to kick my bed, slap me, shout at me, or whatever is needed for me to wake up early - let's say I have an appointment in the embassy or an exam, or something really important (because it will be unimportant if we leave the judgment to my waking self). I have also tried to convince myself that an early morning jog/run is the best way to make me fit and the only way that would happen is if I sleep with my running attire already.

Taken from Buzzfeed.

*early is purely subjective for me

Saturday, February 27, 2016

Wine Caller

It's supposed to be cellar, but we don't have one.

Presenting... My baby wine collection!!! Ok. It's actual just my stash. We don't have a proper wine storage area and based on the photo below, I don't even store my wines properly (they should be horizontal so the cork doesn't dry up).

The real issue here is that I tend to drink them. You know what I'm saying? Just look at that gew├╝rztraminer inviting you to drink. Dayuuum. It's calling out my name each time my sight chances upon them. Whenever I visit Ralph's or S&R or some other wine place (I got the Vinas del Vero from Barcino), I grab a bottle or 2. I'm starting to think I should always grab 2 bottles of each kind. One for drinking and the other for storage. It drinks up my wallet, too. :(

I always say, "I used to be an alcoholic now I'm a workaholic." I think it we'll meet in the middle now. I initially thought of storing these wines and just open them in 4 years. Yet, at the rate of my life at present, it's going to be a challenge!

I also accept donations of all kinds! Cabernet, merlot, shiraz, riesling, sauvignon blanc, I'm fine with it. :) :) :)

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Happy Birthday, Yo!

Hallo, February!!!

UP Fair. To celebrate the end of the 12th and of welcoming the 13th.

This is the part where we say, "Oh, please! I don't want to get older! Wiser, yes, older, awww hell no!"

Tuesday, February 02, 2016

Kung puso ko ay imamapa. Ikaw ang dulo, gitna't simula.

Nahanap din kita.

At maligaw man at mawala. Umikot man sa kawalan. Sa bawat kailan, sino't saan.

Ikaw lamang ang kasagutan.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

There's Bipolar, Where's Fragmented?

Up Dharma Down has been in the music industry for quite some time. Not to be hipster or to be such a music snob, but they made a "grand comeback" and got catapulted (again?) in the mainstream world when they released Capacities in the market around 4 years ago. It's okay to share your favorite bands with the world. It's okay. Even if most just know a song or two, it's totally fine. Sure. They're screaming and paying anyway, just like you and I. It's okay.

My friend told me one day that she's mournful when she realized she doesn't have a copy of Capacities. Yep. I guess we stood still for quite some time after that. SOOOO... First order is to scout where to score their CDs.

She felt like this when she realized (I think while cleaning her room) that
she doesn't have a copy of UDD's album all this time.

And after a quick research and some inquiries... We braved Saguijo on a Saturday night for a Terno gig. Inside Saguijo (not our first time), we wondered again and again where the fire exits are (still dunno) and how we'll survive in the event of a calamity. This post is not about our experience in Saguijo but more on the search for the album/s. That experience deserves an entire entry of its own. Ugh.

The trip to Makati was worth it as they were selling CDs at the entrance and poof, that's Php400 a pop for you, ma'am and sir. It's okay, you're paying for expensive missed opportunities and great music anyway. The sad part? I can't find Fragmented and they're not printing those anymore!


Sunday, January 17, 2016

There were lots of articles that have sprung out over the week taking into consideration Baby Boomers and Millennials. They have covered a lot of topics from taxes, inflation, bills, signed policies, even success stories. One article I read mentioned that success stories of Baby Boomers were about perseverance and powering through time. While Millennials' are about who did something different when they were young and got a lot from it over time.

Friday, January 15, 2016

I don't usually read ThoughtCatalog posts, but this one was beautiful and painful.

All I know is chasing someone who doesn’t want me anymore; craving for his attention, controlling every detail so that it will be as I wanted it to be and forcing him to love me as I love him. I only cared about my happiness and not his. I didn’t care about what he wanted, what he feels. I didn’t care about the fact that maybe he wanted to be free, to live life without me, or maybe he wanted to love someone else other than me. I didn’t care about any of those things. I only cared about how I felt, how much I want him, how much I needed him, and how much I can’t live without him.
And that’s not love. That’s desperation at it’s finest. Selfishness in all forms.