I’m now 26. Yes, I’m approaching my late 20’s. Yes, I have lived a quarter of my life. And yes, I am aging.
But I don’t regret turning 26. In fact, when I look back at my 25th year on earth, I can say it has seen the worst and the best of me. I have gone through so much. I have learned so much. And I couldn’t have done it without the help of the people around me.
So here I am, all grown up at 26, reflecting yet again on all the many changes in my life. Looking back, I realize how different October 23, 2005 was from 2006…
Before. I was such a party girl. Post partum breakup, all I did was go to bars, drink and smoke and dance til dawn. I found happiness in friends, alcoholic drinks and psychedelic lights. Friday and Saturday nights, I’m at the Fort dining and wining and dancing to house or hiphop music. Occasional BOTs (Bottle or Two) at Good Earth or Gweilos helped me get through manic Mondays and well, manic anydays. I couldn’t stay at home. I couldn’t be left alone because I didn’t want silence or dead air and depressing thoughts. I filled my world with blaring music, loud laughter and sheer intoxication.
Now. I have toned down. It’s been 3 months since I last saw the inside of Cuisine, Embassy, Ponti, even Capones. Very rare BOTs on weekdays and no more partying til dawn. I rarely stay up late except when I’m working or catching a late night movie or a few rounds at Greenbelt or Alabang. I only see the break of dawn during poker nights with high school friends or house parties with my girlfriends. I have changed. I’m done with the excessive partying. Now I’m into quiet drinking with close friends than wild partying at clubs. It’s way way cheaper, safer and more intimate that way. It has now been my rule to avoid drinking and driving…but I wouldn’t mind an occasional Friday night at Piedra or Gaudi or Cuisine..with a designated driver of course ;)
Before. I only see my girlfriends for occasional Saturday or Sunday lunch/ coffee and sometimes for Friday dinners. Usually we only meet up to discuss a recent heartbreak or when someone’s going through a major fight or on the verge of a break-up. And when we do meet, we’re ALWAYS incomplete and we have an 11 PM Curfew (long story). It’s only during these meetings that we get the latest buzz. Other days, we go on with our lives with occasional yahoogroup emails (forwarded) and text messages (forwarded).
I only see my high school friends whenever someone gives birth, when someone’s kid gets baptized or celebrates a birthday or before someone leaves for the States. And we just eat and eat or sing videoke.
Now. My girlfriends and I are making up for all the lost time and early curfews. We see each other every week. We spend hours and hours chatting and discussing our life stories. And I mean hours. From dinner til dawn, we analyze one another’s situations and issues about our personal careers and lovelives. And we’re not satisfied with that, even at work, we YM each other individually or via conference. We SMS each other and forward gossip like we all have service phones from work. We celebrate birthdays together now, complete with themes and costumes. We cook food. Our friends with good culinary skills teach us mere undomesticated mortals. We know the ins and outs of each other’s lives. I have gone on a trip to Bangkok with one of my girlfriends, something we have always planned but never thought would actually happen. And we are closer than before. In a year, we have seen the following changes: (1) my break-up, new love and new life (2) Inja’s repeat relationship, breakup, and dating frenzy (3) Thiella’s shaky marriage, jealousy fits and imaginary dogs (4) Dana’s love and heartbreak over her guy best friend and the blossoming of her Havaianas love affair (5) Al Jean’s transition from girlfriend to life partner (6) Dior’s “medical affairs” -- her work work and nightlife imbalance and finally, the latest and most devastating and most complicated of them all (7) Eve’s love triangleS and Pinnochio syndrome (I’m a real boy!). From Desperate Housewives addiction to CSI and Grey’s Anatomy…from JD and Coke to Absolut Mandarin to All My Tea. From Paris the baby lobster to Paris the dead lobster, we’ve seen it all together. And next year this time, we may no longer be complete with 2 of us exploring options outside the country but at least we had this one full year where we shared everything together. Again, what a difference a year makes. Who would have thought we’d be reunited like this? Hopefully the bonds will never be severed, even when some of us are miles away. Like they say, boyfriends come and go, but girlfriends…like death and taxes, they’re among the only surefire things in life.
Same thing with people you have known during the best years of your life, my high school friends have been there for me during my troubled times. I remember my birthday last year, they celebrated with me at BSA and Joel got so drunk he was dirty dancing against the wall like he was auditioning at Chicos. I am no longer a frequent absentee with my high school friends. Now we get together more often. Usually for our common passion: POKER!! And alcohol and Will Ferell movies. These guys are the best. Really, they are. They will eat whatever you feed them and pretend its good, they will tell you your poker chips are barbaric yet use them still, they will drive from QC to Cavite or from Cavite to Makati and play poker til 4 AM then play tennis or spend time with their families a few hours after. Now we don’t need an occasion to get together, just a lil shuffle up and deal. Oh and Joel’s my officemate now, so we see each other at work plenty of times. And I’m really glad we’re colleagues. It’s always nice seeing him around. He’s like this mascot that cheers up everyone around him.
Before. Speaking of work, another change in my life is my new career. I used to work for Nestle where I spent 3 good life-changing professional years. Nestle was a good company. Good benefits, really nice office and the people were great but well I felt the need to move on and I did so…
Now... I’m with the All-American Wyeth. And the change has been scary but the people here have been so friendly, I feel like I’ve been here for ages. Wyeth is like one big happy family. And they’ve been sooo generous. It’s a less complicated, more kid-friendly place to work in. I’m absolutely loving it.
Before. I was devastated and I felt so worthless and alone (and I did nasty things only stalkers would do ;) My life was just so empty and sad.
Now. I have all the love in the world….I have found my missing piece and I know my life will never be empty or sad ever again.
The things that happen within a year. Makes you wonder, what will it be like the year after? I’ll be 27 then. Where will I be and what will I be like? Who will I be with and what will I be doing? I feel slightly anxious, slightly excited because I know it will be different then but I know, somehow, it will be for the better because I won’t be alone ;)
Oct 30, 2006
Jun 15, 2006
Love Burns Brighter then the Sun-sun-shine
The song I will sing to my future husband (after the Bon Jovi vows haha). Until then, I am posting this song for my friend Al Jean. She’s so in love and I’m really really happy for her. It 
hasn’t been a smooth ride for her and her man. I can still remember the “fight nights” when she’d drag me off for a couple of drinks somewhere and we’d talk til midnight about love and the pains of loving and all the sacrifices involved until I felt like sticking my finger up my throat so I can throw up from the drama and mushiness of it all. I remember the headaches from all the analyzing and scrutinizing of every single detail and event that has happened before or after the fight so we can get a fair unbiased perspective. I remember the tears welling up her eyelids (the tears that wouldn’t fall) and the senti songs and romantic movies that we’d quote for comparison and evaluation purposes. I remember the worry and the compassion I felt for her during these nights…because I knew what she was going through and how hard it was to go through it all. I remember how it made me wistful and sad (for her) and a bit happy (for myself) since I was done with such relationship drama-rama. I
I remember sitting across from her in Fusion bar sipping my frozen iced tea and listening to her intently as she told me about how she was on the verge of giving up despite everything, despite all these years, despite all the sacrifices. She said she wouldn’t ask him to take her back anymore. She was fed up. And she tried to justify her decision by citing a litany of all his faults and all the reasons why she should just let it end. I sat there staring at her while chewing thoughtfully on my already gnawed straw. I already told her all the reasons why she shouldn’t but she was still hurting and still unsure. Then I said the 5 words I’ve been wanting to stay to her the whole night “pare-pareho lang ang mga lalake.” She just stared at me, perhaps in disbelief, or perhaps trying to make herself believe.
I found it weird that she’d still ask me to go with her when in fact I wasn’t such good company then. I was heartbroken and jaded and bitter and not to be trusted completely with such delicate love matters. Maybe she thought I was such a good friend and I made a lot of sense or maybe because I was always available since I had no life. Hmmm… still I’m glad she asked me to hang out with her and listen to her problems despite my pessimism. It did me a lot of good. Made me realize also that sometimes love actually is… all you need. It can erase all the harsh words that were said, wipe away all the tears that were shed and overcome all the problems and trials in a relationship. It’s the first thing that keeps you holding on when you feel like letting go. It makes you give in even when you feel like giving up. You rant on and on about the reasons why you should just break it off but in the end you realize there is one reason why you shouldn’t. One single pro against an entire list of cons…and yet it outweighs everything.
I remember how she sat there the whole time, absentmindedly picking at the potato skins with her fork like a zombie. She had no appetite. In fact all she did was puff on her Marlboro menthols like an anxious druggie from rehab as she listened to me speak about the horror that is MAN. She looked hurt and angry and more convinced with every word that I said. And then her phone beeped. There was an SMS from her MAN saying that he will hold on. And everything changed. Erase. Wipe. Overcome. Her eyes lit up, her frown reversed and she ate her potatoes. And I found myself smiling and saying “sana lahat ng lalake katulad na lang niya.” 360 degrees.
Love - that stupid four letter word that turns even the most adamant heart into mush. Sometimes I pity people in love. Sometimes I envy them. Love is so complicated and dramatic and exhausting. But when you are in love, all the complications, drama and exhaustion are rewarded with all the fireworks, butterflies and sparks that just fly off in every direction. When you’re in love, you are shaken to the core by the madness of it all. Your world is turned upside down. And there’s this warmth inside you that just wouldn’t go away. You just glow. And the whole world glows. Just like sunshine. And this song captures it for me. It’s a song about how love feels and what the whole world looks like when you love or start loving again…(even after you have sworn on your unborn children’s grave that you’re through with it). Hmmm…what a feeling in my soul….
Brighter than Sunshine
I never understood before. I never knew what love was for. My heart was broke, my head was sore. What a feeling. Tied up in ancient history. I didn’t believe in destiny. I look up you're standing next to me. What a feeling. What a feeling in my soul. Love burns brighter than sunshine. Brighter than sunshine. Let the rain fall, i don't care. I'm yours and suddenly you're mine. Suddenly you're mine. and it's brighter than sunshine. I never saw it happening. I'd given up and given in. I just couldn't take the hurt again What a feeling. I didn't have the strength to fight suddenly you seemed so right. Me and you. What a feeling. What a feeling in my soul. Love burns brighter than sunshine. It's brighter than sunshine. Let the rain fall, I don't care. I'm yours and suddenly you're mine. Suddenly you're mine It's brighter than the sun. It's brighter than the sun. It's brighter than the sun, sun, shine. Love will remain a mystery. But give me your hand and you will see. Your heart is keeping time with me. What a feeling in my soul. Love burns brighter than sunshine. It's brighter than sunshine. Let the rain fall, I don't care. I'm yours and suddenly you're mine. Suddenly you're mine.
for AR, good luck in Bali :) for BE, let's go to Morocco ;) for KB, alohomora :P
hasn’t been a smooth ride for her and her man. I can still remember the “fight nights” when she’d drag me off for a couple of drinks somewhere and we’d talk til midnight about love and the pains of loving and all the sacrifices involved until I felt like sticking my finger up my throat so I can throw up from the drama and mushiness of it all. I remember the headaches from all the analyzing and scrutinizing of every single detail and event that has happened before or after the fight so we can get a fair unbiased perspective. I remember the tears welling up her eyelids (the tears that wouldn’t fall) and the senti songs and romantic movies that we’d quote for comparison and evaluation purposes. I remember the worry and the compassion I felt for her during these nights…because I knew what she was going through and how hard it was to go through it all. I remember how it made me wistful and sad (for her) and a bit happy (for myself) since I was done with such relationship drama-rama. II remember sitting across from her in Fusion bar sipping my frozen iced tea and listening to her intently as she told me about how she was on the verge of giving up despite everything, despite all these years, despite all the sacrifices. She said she wouldn’t ask him to take her back anymore. She was fed up. And she tried to justify her decision by citing a litany of all his faults and all the reasons why she should just let it end. I sat there staring at her while chewing thoughtfully on my already gnawed straw. I already told her all the reasons why she shouldn’t but she was still hurting and still unsure. Then I said the 5 words I’ve been wanting to stay to her the whole night “pare-pareho lang ang mga lalake.” She just stared at me, perhaps in disbelief, or perhaps trying to make herself believe.
I found it weird that she’d still ask me to go with her when in fact I wasn’t such good company then. I was heartbroken and jaded and bitter and not to be trusted completely with such delicate love matters. Maybe she thought I was such a good friend and I made a lot of sense or maybe because I was always available since I had no life. Hmmm… still I’m glad she asked me to hang out with her and listen to her problems despite my pessimism. It did me a lot of good. Made me realize also that sometimes love actually is… all you need. It can erase all the harsh words that were said, wipe away all the tears that were shed and overcome all the problems and trials in a relationship. It’s the first thing that keeps you holding on when you feel like letting go. It makes you give in even when you feel like giving up. You rant on and on about the reasons why you should just break it off but in the end you realize there is one reason why you shouldn’t. One single pro against an entire list of cons…and yet it outweighs everything.
I remember how she sat there the whole time, absentmindedly picking at the potato skins with her fork like a zombie. She had no appetite. In fact all she did was puff on her Marlboro menthols like an anxious druggie from rehab as she listened to me speak about the horror that is MAN. She looked hurt and angry and more convinced with every word that I said. And then her phone beeped. There was an SMS from her MAN saying that he will hold on. And everything changed. Erase. Wipe. Overcome. Her eyes lit up, her frown reversed and she ate her potatoes. And I found myself smiling and saying “sana lahat ng lalake katulad na lang niya.” 360 degrees.
Love - that stupid four letter word that turns even the most adamant heart into mush. Sometimes I pity people in love. Sometimes I envy them. Love is so complicated and dramatic and exhausting. But when you are in love, all the complications, drama and exhaustion are rewarded with all the fireworks, butterflies and sparks that just fly off in every direction. When you’re in love, you are shaken to the core by the madness of it all. Your world is turned upside down. And there’s this warmth inside you that just wouldn’t go away. You just glow. And the whole world glows. Just like sunshine. And this song captures it for me. It’s a song about how love feels and what the whole world looks like when you love or start loving again…(even after you have sworn on your unborn children’s grave that you’re through with it). Hmmm…what a feeling in my soul….
Brighter than Sunshine
I never understood before. I never knew what love was for. My heart was broke, my head was sore. What a feeling. Tied up in ancient history. I didn’t believe in destiny. I look up you're standing next to me. What a feeling. What a feeling in my soul. Love burns brighter than sunshine. Brighter than sunshine. Let the rain fall, i don't care. I'm yours and suddenly you're mine. Suddenly you're mine. and it's brighter than sunshine. I never saw it happening. I'd given up and given in. I just couldn't take the hurt again What a feeling. I didn't have the strength to fight suddenly you seemed so right. Me and you. What a feeling. What a feeling in my soul. Love burns brighter than sunshine. It's brighter than sunshine. Let the rain fall, I don't care. I'm yours and suddenly you're mine. Suddenly you're mine It's brighter than the sun. It's brighter than the sun. It's brighter than the sun, sun, shine. Love will remain a mystery. But give me your hand and you will see. Your heart is keeping time with me. What a feeling in my soul. Love burns brighter than sunshine. It's brighter than sunshine. Let the rain fall, I don't care. I'm yours and suddenly you're mine. Suddenly you're mine.
for AR, good luck in Bali :) for BE, let's go to Morocco ;) for KB, alohomora :P
May 5, 2006
A Toxic Fantastic April 4
Week 4: living hell week but capped off with a weekend in paradise Back to hell with fluorescent lighting. Cut-off week. Again the palpable pressure to hit sales. My boss asked me to bring in an extra 12 million peso sale 2 days before cut-off to make up for the team’s deficit. I stared at him like he was a madman thinking, “why don’t you just tell me to sell my soul to the devil?” I went off to negotiate for the 12 million peso sale and my nose practically bled for 3 hours as my buyers and I discussed variables, negotiables and non-negotiables. In the end they agreed and I happily drove back to the office ready to slap the 12 million peso purchase order on my boss’s table. I saw my other officemates who were all rejoicing at my news. They asked me how I did it and I said that I dirty danced my way to 12 million bucks. Laughter, laughter. Salespeople can be such ogres sometimes. But don’t get me wrong, I love my team. They’re like my big brothers. They keep me sane among all the chaos. Jill’s and Pier One. Semi-celebration at Jills with the bosses and drinks at Pier One with new friends. Fun fun fun. I was tired but I had fun. No more details. A baby birthday party and drinks at ATC. Joy’s baby Kyle celebrated his 1st birthday. Such an adorable little boy. A replica of his mom. I played with him and we made fun of the magician who was actually good but a little annoying and plotted ways to kidnap the cute little boy in the Tigger costume. Capped off the night with drinks at ATC with Dino, Vina, Aimee, Bry, Joel and Chev. We made fun of the food and the super bland Margherita. The boys talked dirty (tell me something new) and fantasized about Katharine McPhee and FHM cover girl Eula Valdez (did I spell that right?) and other hot mama celebs. I got tipsy (again, tell me something new) and followed my sisters and their significant others and we danced and drank til 4 am followed by a super early breakfast at our fave Kebab place. That was April for me. Packed. Crazy but fun. Very memorable. I hope May will be less tiring. I’d rather spend time chatting with my friends and my sisters and getting 8 hours of sleep this month. So far, my weekends are full with beach plans (yey!) but I know I’ll be so pressured again this month that I will find myself looking for g’s again. Whatever happened to my plan to stop partying til dawn? Down the drain. So far this week, I partied til dawn at Embassy and GB3 and worked from midnight to 6 am. Still balanced, in an insane, unhealthy way. But something I have long been waiting for to realize happened this month. It’s great news and if I have the guts and the time, I’ll write about it soon. All I can say is that I’m just sublimely happy right now. Despite the workload, life has been good to me and things are finally starting to turn around.
hey sister go sister. g nights with ats and dichA Toxic Fantastic April 3
Week 3: heaven and hell on earth
Hell. I read somewhere that an office is hell with fluorescent lighting. Week 3 of April found me affirming this over and over again in my head. It was just hell week. Wyeth got their money’s worth as I worked and slaved my ass off non-stop for 3 days. I had like 45 tasks on my list of things to do (not kidding). And every time I marked one task as done, I’d add another one at the bottom. It was just plain hell. Burning, crucifying hell where I was on a sizzling hot treadmill chasing after time while being whipped left and right by beasts that look like men with goat heads (ok that’s really disturbing). I’d go to bed with the list dancing in my head like can-can dancers doing the can-can-can and I’d wake up panicking and running over the things that needed to be done that day as I shampooed my hair and gulped down instant coffee and drove off to work. I felt like my brain had dozens and dozens of neon-colored Post-its and I didn’t know which one to read first. I actually considered resigning to become a bum. Ok ok I filed VL for 2 days so I had to advance a lot of work but still, it was a really huge price to pay for a little R&R.
Heaven. 4 days in Bangkok with my friend Al Jean. 4 blissful days of shopping and Thai food, clubbing and sight-seeing. Absolute heaven. I love traveling and I wish I had all the money in the world to go all around the world. Damn, I wish I can find a job that will let me travel everywhere minus the pressure. Haha. Dream on Maya. It was my first time in Bangkok and this is what we did (will post the pics soon):
Day 1
8:30 flight via Thai Airways. “Bangkok. Economy. International.” check-in at the Sofitel Hotel in Silom where we oohed and aahed at our accommodations and at the view Welcome drinks at Pat Pong – first taste of Singha beer and an interesting couple of hours at this controversial red light district watching go-go girls. Bubble bath where I fell asleep in the tub and woke up at 4 am with my toes and fingers all wrinkled up like prunes
Day 2
Did the tourist thing by visiting the Wat Pho Temple, home of the giant golden reclining Buddha (which reminded me of my College Philiosophy Professor Dr. Co) and the famous pagodas of their previous Kings MBK mall shopping where I screamed “why oh why was I born in Manila and not here?” upon seeing the really cheap shoes and clothes Lunch at Food Corner – lunch for 35 baht! Pork fried rice and coke for 10 baht Siam Square shopping where we bought shoes, shoes and more shoes Dinner at Silom Village: grilled shrimp with garlic and butter, stir-fried morning glory veggies with nuts, fried grouper with garlic Drinks at a vodka bar in Sukhumvit where I relived my Vodka7 days A bottle of Merlot and JD&Coke at Saffron Sky Bar of the Banyan Tree Hotel, overlooking all of Bangkok. Pretty romantic place.
Day 3
Starbucks at Amarin Plaza, Mo Chit area – caramel macchiato and buttered croissant My first tuktuk ride to Pratunam Market (Bangkok’s 1-6-8) where we bought kikay stuff and pasalubongs Bayouk Sky 2 mall where we bought more accessories Lunch at Food corner MBK (again). Cheap and good food! MBK shoe shopping and grocery shopping at TOPS for sampaloc and curry powder and fruits. I did a little store check as well. Motortaxi ride back to hotel for 10 baht – I rode a motorcycle taxi cause I was too tired to walk all the way from the BTS to the hotel. I put on the lame excuse for a helmet and clung to my shopping bags and to the stinky driver for dear life. When I got to the hotel, I took the longest and most relaxing shower of my life. Thai Massage at Chang Spa for 250 baht – I’m ticklish so I was laughing the whole time then I fell asleep… Dinner at Joe Louis, Swanlum Night Bazaar (a better Metrowalk gimik area) - fishball in green curry, stir fried beef with nuts, pork in red curry Gimmick at Q Bar, Sukhumvit Soi 11 where we drank Tiger beer, Singha beer Bacardi breezer and Jagermeister with Red Bull. Entrance was 600 baht but the drinks were relatively cheap. Bonding over Bacardi Breezer, Mudshake, almonds and Lay’s potato chips in the bath tub. Q Bar closed at 1 am so we bought drinks at 7-11 and got drunk in the hotel room and talked about the usual topics and suspects.
Day 4
Jatujak Flea Market (ala Divisoria with all the Pasilios) – super pawis day I felt like I was going to collapse from the heat. We had strawberry shake and fried pork with sticky rice as
merienda. Late lunch at the DinHao Cuisine resto (sour soup, barbecued pork, pork dumplings) – really good food! Mango with chili powder at the park before getting on the BTS back to the hotel Dinner at Brown Sugar turned Thang Long resto, Luan Sung Soi (fried fish, soft crab shell salad, shrimp and thai rice with shrimp paste and lots chili! Grilled pork with sticky rice) – again really good food and great ambience. I heard somewhere that the Princess occasionally dined there and they’d close the whole Luan Sung Soi just for her. Clubbing at Bed Supper Club where we each downed 4 glasses of JD and Coke and danced like there was no tomorrow with all the hip tourists in Bangkok. The music was great, the DJ was fantastic and the crowd was super fun. If you plan to go here, you need to bring your passport to get in. This place is a must see if you wanna have a good time.
Day 5
8:30 Limo pick up at the hotel. We dragged our zombie asses off to the airport KFC Brunch at Don Muang International Airport Headed Back to Manila and to reality It was really fun. We were never bored. When we had nothing to do, we’d talk about the people around us in Filipino or imitate the nasal announcements made over the train’s PA system “Next station is Sala Daeng.” We also pretended to be Thai whenever we saw tourists and greeted them “chenes” instead of “Sawasdee Ka” with matching head tilt while trying not to laugh. When people asked us where we’re from, we’d say Jakarta or Singapore depending on our mood. A lot of people thought we were locals though because of our hair. We also played games like “Spot David Beckham in the Pepsi ad” and “What place in Manila does this area look like?” Binondo, Taft and Divisoria were the most popular answers. Bangkok is not that pretty but it sure is a colorful place.
My first overseas trip with my college friend Al Jean. I had the greatest time. Thanks for being my tour guide, my photographer, my make-up artist, my gimmick buddy, my luggage fixer, my human alarm clock and my travel mate. If only we could do this every month!! Again, Khop Khun Ka. Next stop for Sayuri and Pumpkin: Cambodia J Hopefully the other girls can come with…
Hell. I read somewhere that an office is hell with fluorescent lighting. Week 3 of April found me affirming this over and over again in my head. It was just hell week. Wyeth got their money’s worth as I worked and slaved my ass off non-stop for 3 days. I had like 45 tasks on my list of things to do (not kidding). And every time I marked one task as done, I’d add another one at the bottom. It was just plain hell. Burning, crucifying hell where I was on a sizzling hot treadmill chasing after time while being whipped left and right by beasts that look like men with goat heads (ok that’s really disturbing). I’d go to bed with the list dancing in my head like can-can dancers doing the can-can-can and I’d wake up panicking and running over the things that needed to be done that day as I shampooed my hair and gulped down instant coffee and drove off to work. I felt like my brain had dozens and dozens of neon-colored Post-its and I didn’t know which one to read first. I actually considered resigning to become a bum. Ok ok I filed VL for 2 days so I had to advance a lot of work but still, it was a really huge price to pay for a little R&R.
Heaven. 4 days in Bangkok with my friend Al Jean. 4 blissful days of shopping and Thai food, clubbing and sight-seeing. Absolute heaven. I love traveling and I wish I had all the money in the world to go all around the world. Damn, I wish I can find a job that will let me travel everywhere minus the pressure. Haha. Dream on Maya. It was my first time in Bangkok and this is what we did (will post the pics soon):
Day 1
8:30 flight via Thai Airways. “Bangkok. Economy. International.” check-in at the Sofitel Hotel in Silom where we oohed and aahed at our accommodations and at the view Welcome drinks at Pat Pong – first taste of Singha beer and an interesting couple of hours at this controversial red light district watching go-go girls. Bubble bath where I fell asleep in the tub and woke up at 4 am with my toes and fingers all wrinkled up like prunes
Day 2
Did the tourist thing by visiting the Wat Pho Temple, home of the giant golden reclining Buddha (which reminded me of my College Philiosophy Professor Dr. Co) and the famous pagodas of their previous Kings MBK mall shopping where I screamed “why oh why was I born in Manila and not here?” upon seeing the really cheap shoes and clothes Lunch at Food Corner – lunch for 35 baht! Pork fried rice and coke for 10 baht Siam Square shopping where we bought shoes, shoes and more shoes Dinner at Silom Village: grilled shrimp with garlic and butter, stir-fried morning glory veggies with nuts, fried grouper with garlic Drinks at a vodka bar in Sukhumvit where I relived my Vodka7 days A bottle of Merlot and JD&Coke at Saffron Sky Bar of the Banyan Tree Hotel, overlooking all of Bangkok. Pretty romantic place.Day 3
Starbucks at Amarin Plaza, Mo Chit area – caramel macchiato and buttered croissant My first tuktuk ride to Pratunam Market (Bangkok’s 1-6-8) where we bought kikay stuff and pasalubongs Bayouk Sky 2 mall where we bought more accessories Lunch at Food corner MBK (again). Cheap and good food! MBK shoe shopping and grocery shopping at TOPS for sampaloc and curry powder and fruits. I did a little store check as well. Motortaxi ride back to hotel for 10 baht – I rode a motorcycle taxi cause I was too tired to walk all the way from the BTS to the hotel. I put on the lame excuse for a helmet and clung to my shopping bags and to the stinky driver for dear life. When I got to the hotel, I took the longest and most relaxing shower of my life. Thai Massage at Chang Spa for 250 baht – I’m ticklish so I was laughing the whole time then I fell asleep… Dinner at Joe Louis, Swanlum Night Bazaar (a better Metrowalk gimik area) - fishball in green curry, stir fried beef with nuts, pork in red curry Gimmick at Q Bar, Sukhumvit Soi 11 where we drank Tiger beer, Singha beer Bacardi breezer and Jagermeister with Red Bull. Entrance was 600 baht but the drinks were relatively cheap. Bonding over Bacardi Breezer, Mudshake, almonds and Lay’s potato chips in the bath tub. Q Bar closed at 1 am so we bought drinks at 7-11 and got drunk in the hotel room and talked about the usual topics and suspects.
Day 4
Jatujak Flea Market (ala Divisoria with all the Pasilios) – super pawis day I felt like I was going to collapse from the heat. We had strawberry shake and fried pork with sticky rice as
merienda. Late lunch at the DinHao Cuisine resto (sour soup, barbecued pork, pork dumplings) – really good food! Mango with chili powder at the park before getting on the BTS back to the hotel Dinner at Brown Sugar turned Thang Long resto, Luan Sung Soi (fried fish, soft crab shell salad, shrimp and thai rice with shrimp paste and lots chili! Grilled pork with sticky rice) – again really good food and great ambience. I heard somewhere that the Princess occasionally dined there and they’d close the whole Luan Sung Soi just for her. Clubbing at Bed Supper Club where we each downed 4 glasses of JD and Coke and danced like there was no tomorrow with all the hip tourists in Bangkok. The music was great, the DJ was fantastic and the crowd was super fun. If you plan to go here, you need to bring your passport to get in. This place is a must see if you wanna have a good time.Day 5
8:30 Limo pick up at the hotel. We dragged our zombie asses off to the airport KFC Brunch at Don Muang International Airport Headed Back to Manila and to reality It was really fun. We were never bored. When we had nothing to do, we’d talk about the people around us in Filipino or imitate the nasal announcements made over the train’s PA system “Next station is Sala Daeng.” We also pretended to be Thai whenever we saw tourists and greeted them “chenes” instead of “Sawasdee Ka” with matching head tilt while trying not to laugh. When people asked us where we’re from, we’d say Jakarta or Singapore depending on our mood. A lot of people thought we were locals though because of our hair. We also played games like “Spot David Beckham in the Pepsi ad” and “What place in Manila does this area look like?” Binondo, Taft and Divisoria were the most popular answers. Bangkok is not that pretty but it sure is a colorful place.
My first overseas trip with my college friend Al Jean. I had the greatest time. Thanks for being my tour guide, my photographer, my make-up artist, my gimmick buddy, my luggage fixer, my human alarm clock and my travel mate. If only we could do this every month!! Again, Khop Khun Ka. Next stop for Sayuri and Pumpkin: Cambodia J Hopefully the other girls can come with…
A Toxic Fantastic April 2
WEEK 2: bonding with my golden girls, my god and my beloveds
Al Jean’s birthday party. We went to the spa, sweated and chatted in the sauna, got a well deserved uber-relaxing Swedish massage, ate dinner, had coffee, shopped for booze then sat
at the round table with our moodlighting ambience, clutching our drinks as we waited for her to turn 26 at the stroke of midnight. The other girls arrived and we drank and chatted, drank and chatted…this time about some really sentimental things like what we regret in the past year, what we loved about the past year, what we wish for the next year and what moment in our lives we would relive if life had a remote control and we could push the rewind and pause button (my, my, we really are getting old). We also talked about the usual topics like men, relationships, sex, marriage, the heavy feeling on your chest when you’re hurting so badly (which Thiella interprets and graphically describes as many tiny dogs gnawing hungrily on your bloody heart). Al Jean made a wish and blew out the candles on her Starbucks chocolate cake. Inja got drunk and dunked a week’s worth of toilet paper in the bowl. The birthday girl wanted to cry so we screamed out the meanest and most cruel things we can say about her life (uh-huh we’re certified sick-ohs) but nope, she just laughed at us like a robot void of tear glands with a heart made of granite. It was Thiella who ended up bawling her eyes out for the nth time (damn you Erwin, you f-in a) as we all looked on, blinking away our own tears and giving her words of encouragement and all our love while looking around ready to protect her from tiny-heart-gnawing-dogs that might apparate out of thin air. Since misery loves company, we had a pity contest (ala “wala yan sa lolo ko”) wherein we tried to beat each other by highlighting how pathetic our lives are. I forget who won the Ms. Wretched award though. We also made Tequila Rose shakes, which we gulped down like Slurpees and had a condom-blowing contest which Eve won. Those who got tipsy drunk stripped down to their shirt and undies til we all sobered up and realized that it was already light outside. We cleaned up and got ready for bed at 5 am, woke up, had breakfast and lounged around and watched dvds like dirty cats (wishing we could just lick ourselves clean since we were too tamad to go shower). It was a great night and a great party. I have weird but really great girl friends. Like I said, same feathers.
Lent. Bonding with family and with God. Spent the long weekend with my sisters, mom, dad and brother-in-law. My sisters and I went to Fort where Diche Kytes practiced her newly acquired driving skills. We went to Starbucks for cake and coffee where they bickered
lovingly about driving do’s and don’ts. We stayed home and lounged around and girl-talked like friends til dawn. We went to Church, reflected and prayed, watched religious films on TV and talked about prophets and prophecies. Diche Kytes and I set up our mini-office on the first floor where we worked on our backlogs. We shopped like the material girls that we are then rummaged around Ate Karen’s balikbayan boxes for junk she doesn’t want to bring to the States (they’re migrating to LA on May 9. sniff). We looked at our pictures from London and reminisced about our pubbing and clubbing nights there, particularly the night at the Liquid Lounge pub where I got drunk and I was dancing and screaming “I don’t care, I’m not gonna see them anymore” over and over again. Then I threw up on the street, (on all fours) while she scolded and said that I was going to get deported. Then we planned more nigh-outs here in Manila including Embassy Hiphop Nights and El Cheapo g’s at Metrowalk. I also bonded with my mom, opened up about my love life and she gave me advice and assured me that the legendary hula that one of us will follow in our Tita’s old maid footsteps won’t come true (but I could see her smiling at the possibility that I’d grow old and husbandless with her and my Dad). I asked her, jokingly of course, if it was okay for me to become a single mom. My jaw dropped when she said yes. Haha, that’s my mother. She asks me to button up my blouse and wear my Scapular all the time then gives me permission to bear children without a marriage certificate. A walking contradiction just like me. I’m definitely my mother’s daughter.
Al Jean’s birthday party. We went to the spa, sweated and chatted in the sauna, got a well deserved uber-relaxing Swedish massage, ate dinner, had coffee, shopped for booze then sat
at the round table with our moodlighting ambience, clutching our drinks as we waited for her to turn 26 at the stroke of midnight. The other girls arrived and we drank and chatted, drank and chatted…this time about some really sentimental things like what we regret in the past year, what we loved about the past year, what we wish for the next year and what moment in our lives we would relive if life had a remote control and we could push the rewind and pause button (my, my, we really are getting old). We also talked about the usual topics like men, relationships, sex, marriage, the heavy feeling on your chest when you’re hurting so badly (which Thiella interprets and graphically describes as many tiny dogs gnawing hungrily on your bloody heart). Al Jean made a wish and blew out the candles on her Starbucks chocolate cake. Inja got drunk and dunked a week’s worth of toilet paper in the bowl. The birthday girl wanted to cry so we screamed out the meanest and most cruel things we can say about her life (uh-huh we’re certified sick-ohs) but nope, she just laughed at us like a robot void of tear glands with a heart made of granite. It was Thiella who ended up bawling her eyes out for the nth time (damn you Erwin, you f-in a) as we all looked on, blinking away our own tears and giving her words of encouragement and all our love while looking around ready to protect her from tiny-heart-gnawing-dogs that might apparate out of thin air. Since misery loves company, we had a pity contest (ala “wala yan sa lolo ko”) wherein we tried to beat each other by highlighting how pathetic our lives are. I forget who won the Ms. Wretched award though. We also made Tequila Rose shakes, which we gulped down like Slurpees and had a condom-blowing contest which Eve won. Those who got tipsy drunk stripped down to their shirt and undies til we all sobered up and realized that it was already light outside. We cleaned up and got ready for bed at 5 am, woke up, had breakfast and lounged around and watched dvds like dirty cats (wishing we could just lick ourselves clean since we were too tamad to go shower). It was a great night and a great party. I have weird but really great girl friends. Like I said, same feathers. Lent. Bonding with family and with God. Spent the long weekend with my sisters, mom, dad and brother-in-law. My sisters and I went to Fort where Diche Kytes practiced her newly acquired driving skills. We went to Starbucks for cake and coffee where they bickered
lovingly about driving do’s and don’ts. We stayed home and lounged around and girl-talked like friends til dawn. We went to Church, reflected and prayed, watched religious films on TV and talked about prophets and prophecies. Diche Kytes and I set up our mini-office on the first floor where we worked on our backlogs. We shopped like the material girls that we are then rummaged around Ate Karen’s balikbayan boxes for junk she doesn’t want to bring to the States (they’re migrating to LA on May 9. sniff). We looked at our pictures from London and reminisced about our pubbing and clubbing nights there, particularly the night at the Liquid Lounge pub where I got drunk and I was dancing and screaming “I don’t care, I’m not gonna see them anymore” over and over again. Then I threw up on the street, (on all fours) while she scolded and said that I was going to get deported. Then we planned more nigh-outs here in Manila including Embassy Hiphop Nights and El Cheapo g’s at Metrowalk. I also bonded with my mom, opened up about my love life and she gave me advice and assured me that the legendary hula that one of us will follow in our Tita’s old maid footsteps won’t come true (but I could see her smiling at the possibility that I’d grow old and husbandless with her and my Dad). I asked her, jokingly of course, if it was okay for me to become a single mom. My jaw dropped when she said yes. Haha, that’s my mother. She asks me to button up my blouse and wear my Scapular all the time then gives me permission to bear children without a marriage certificate. A walking contradiction just like me. I’m definitely my mother’s daughter. A Toxic Fantastic April 1
I said this was going to be a short entry since I’m swamped with work but I still found myself typing away… making up for all my lost blogging time.
What can I say? It has been a helluva month for me! A helluva stressful, eventful month. April flew by so fast, I barely had time to bask in the knowledge that beach season is here! I had no time to dig my toes in the sand or splash around the ocean. I was too busy living the stressful corporate life to plan anything other than a spontaneous gimmick with friends at an acceptable bar somewhere. Work was just toxic. Hang-me-by-my-toenails-torture kind of toxic. The pressure to deliver at work was just palpable this month. I was actually relying on coffee to sustain me throughout the day until I started getting palpitations from the caffeine. So now I’m a bit of a javaphobic. I order decaf, nothing else. But despite the loads of stress and tension combined with my annoying firedragon of a boss constantly breathing down my neck, I still managed to maintain a very fantastic social life. I don’t know how I did it but now that I think about it, I had the best work-life balance last month (hmmm… must be the Libran scales). April was just a blur. Literally. An absolutely crazy whirlwindish blur of places, faces, numbers, clothes, Excel files, shoes, birthday cakes, screaming bosses, drunken officemates, churches, roads and airports. At the end of the month when I sat down to finally rest, I found myself shaking my head, glad I survived last month. I felt like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, with black pumps in place of shiny red shoes, minus Toto and the barnyard braids.
Here are the social highlights of my oz-like April adventure. Work was just work and discussing it will bore you to death. Basically it was about me and my laptop and my car, mostly typing, computing and driving back and forth from Batangas to Manila with my colleague who was taking over my area since I have been reassigned to Manila (yey! Back to city livin’). Socially I spent my month like this :
WEEK 1: of birthdays, bosses, bottles and bowls
A Powerpuff Party. We had a surprise birthday party for our friend Thiella who’s been really depressed for the past month. Man problems, as always (we actually have this theory that we are all cursed when it comes to relationships and we’ll all grow up alone but still friends ala Golden Girls though I still mentally knock on wood whenever we say this…I do want all of us to be happily married someday). We prepared a week ahead for a Powerpuff Girls theme party, complete with party hats, loot bags and games. Together with a Powerpoint presentation for her about the “Many Faces of Jhoanna Thiella,” where we flashed her life before her eyes. She was so happy, she was crying like she was being tortured. We screamed surprise, ate like starved sumo wrestlers, played games, sang videoke songs, ate chocolate mousse, drank coffee, and reminisced about our college heydays. Then we discussed love problems, men and sex like we always do but this time minus the alcohol and the slurring and flushed cheeks but with silly party hats and name tags on our color coordinated shirts. It was a fun day. A good day. A day we will relive and retell til we’re golden girls old.
My boss’s party. Another excuse for my firedragon of a boss to fill his bottomless open valve throat with alcohol…the flammable secret to his firebreathing abilities. It was at this bar somewhere along Pasay Road (I refuse to disclose where). There was a live band, flowing booze, people were dancing and singing with the band like we had no work the next day. Highlight of which was my singing Time After Time onstage with my officemate Blue (they made me drink Vodka7, SML and JD for Pete’s sake, hence my award winning performance). Ugh. It was humiliating but they all clapped and cheered like I was the next American Idol. The cherry that topped my onstage mortification was my reunion with the toilet bowl – a friend whom I haven’t been face to face with for a long time. Again, I blame the mixed drinks. At least I expelled all the greasy food and I had no hangover the next day. But to date my colleagues still imitate me screaming “this is not fabulous, nakakahiya, yuck” interspersed with vomit sounds. They were outside the girl’s toilet laughing like hyenas while I blew like a bulimic and silently cursed whoever discovered alcohol. Jolly good fun. Again, a night to remember but hopefully a night they will soon forget.
Metrowalk with high school friends. Mario’s then Aruba in Metrowalk . I bonded with friends, met a new friend. It was fun since we haven’t gone out in a long time. There were 5 of us. My friends disclosed how I could beat them at drinking in front of our new friend and I wished that the earth would open up and swallow me whole. I learned about Vina’s swimming skills and Pat Pong experience. The boys talked about basketball, NBA Live and Katharine McPhee. We talked about poker, babies and our friends who weren’t there. Another night to remember and I know I’ll never forget. Hahaha. Geez. I am going to get teased for writing this. And still I’m not pressing the backspace key. Mental imbalance really is one of my trademarks. And yes my fingers are still typing. Ok stop. Moving on…
What can I say? It has been a helluva month for me! A helluva stressful, eventful month. April flew by so fast, I barely had time to bask in the knowledge that beach season is here! I had no time to dig my toes in the sand or splash around the ocean. I was too busy living the stressful corporate life to plan anything other than a spontaneous gimmick with friends at an acceptable bar somewhere. Work was just toxic. Hang-me-by-my-toenails-torture kind of toxic. The pressure to deliver at work was just palpable this month. I was actually relying on coffee to sustain me throughout the day until I started getting palpitations from the caffeine. So now I’m a bit of a javaphobic. I order decaf, nothing else. But despite the loads of stress and tension combined with my annoying firedragon of a boss constantly breathing down my neck, I still managed to maintain a very fantastic social life. I don’t know how I did it but now that I think about it, I had the best work-life balance last month (hmmm… must be the Libran scales). April was just a blur. Literally. An absolutely crazy whirlwindish blur of places, faces, numbers, clothes, Excel files, shoes, birthday cakes, screaming bosses, drunken officemates, churches, roads and airports. At the end of the month when I sat down to finally rest, I found myself shaking my head, glad I survived last month. I felt like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, with black pumps in place of shiny red shoes, minus Toto and the barnyard braids.
Here are the social highlights of my oz-like April adventure. Work was just work and discussing it will bore you to death. Basically it was about me and my laptop and my car, mostly typing, computing and driving back and forth from Batangas to Manila with my colleague who was taking over my area since I have been reassigned to Manila (yey! Back to city livin’). Socially I spent my month like this :
WEEK 1: of birthdays, bosses, bottles and bowls
A Powerpuff Party. We had a surprise birthday party for our friend Thiella who’s been really depressed for the past month. Man problems, as always (we actually have this theory that we are all cursed when it comes to relationships and we’ll all grow up alone but still friends ala Golden Girls though I still mentally knock on wood whenever we say this…I do want all of us to be happily married someday). We prepared a week ahead for a Powerpuff Girls theme party, complete with party hats, loot bags and games. Together with a Powerpoint presentation for her about the “Many Faces of Jhoanna Thiella,” where we flashed her life before her eyes. She was so happy, she was crying like she was being tortured. We screamed surprise, ate like starved sumo wrestlers, played games, sang videoke songs, ate chocolate mousse, drank coffee, and reminisced about our college heydays. Then we discussed love problems, men and sex like we always do but this time minus the alcohol and the slurring and flushed cheeks but with silly party hats and name tags on our color coordinated shirts. It was a fun day. A good day. A day we will relive and retell til we’re golden girls old.
My boss’s party. Another excuse for my firedragon of a boss to fill his bottomless open valve throat with alcohol…the flammable secret to his firebreathing abilities. It was at this bar somewhere along Pasay Road (I refuse to disclose where). There was a live band, flowing booze, people were dancing and singing with the band like we had no work the next day. Highlight of which was my singing Time After Time onstage with my officemate Blue (they made me drink Vodka7, SML and JD for Pete’s sake, hence my award winning performance). Ugh. It was humiliating but they all clapped and cheered like I was the next American Idol. The cherry that topped my onstage mortification was my reunion with the toilet bowl – a friend whom I haven’t been face to face with for a long time. Again, I blame the mixed drinks. At least I expelled all the greasy food and I had no hangover the next day. But to date my colleagues still imitate me screaming “this is not fabulous, nakakahiya, yuck” interspersed with vomit sounds. They were outside the girl’s toilet laughing like hyenas while I blew like a bulimic and silently cursed whoever discovered alcohol. Jolly good fun. Again, a night to remember but hopefully a night they will soon forget.
Metrowalk with high school friends. Mario’s then Aruba in Metrowalk . I bonded with friends, met a new friend. It was fun since we haven’t gone out in a long time. There were 5 of us. My friends disclosed how I could beat them at drinking in front of our new friend and I wished that the earth would open up and swallow me whole. I learned about Vina’s swimming skills and Pat Pong experience. The boys talked about basketball, NBA Live and Katharine McPhee. We talked about poker, babies and our friends who weren’t there. Another night to remember and I know I’ll never forget. Hahaha. Geez. I am going to get teased for writing this. And still I’m not pressing the backspace key. Mental imbalance really is one of my trademarks. And yes my fingers are still typing. Ok stop. Moving on…
Mirror Mirror On the Wall
The other day I was sitting in the waiting room of my buyer’s office waiting for my appointment with him. Bored to death, I scanned this girly magazine circa 1997 and read this article about looking at yourself in the mirror and seeing what’s inside and not what’s outside. Like cross examining your persona. It basically said that you should try to describe yourself in 5 sentences and if you are able to do so, you know yourself pretty well. Duh. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out. Still, I took out my pen and tried to write down 5 sentences that would sum up who I was. Nothing. Hirap pala. Scratch. Bored and restless, I ended up writing the following. I guess I’m just addicted to words. They just poured out of nowhere. Pardon my vanity but this entry is all about me. You should try it, I had fun.
I'm Like A Child
I love freely and unconditionally J I like hugging people and getting hugs from people, kissing and sniffing people’s cheeks (granny kisses!), tickling people til they laugh so hard they can’t breathe, biting and pinching body parts (arms and cheeks most of the time -- gigil!), making funny faces during meetings and during serious conversations, laughing til I snort and til my tummy hurts from too much gas (haha), watching Cartoon network, Disney channel, playing silly kiddie games, making pa-cute to get what I want (even when I’m dealing with business partners). I throw tantrums like a 3-year old. I get cranky when I’m sleepy, I still sing and dance in the shower. I can just sit still and pop bubble wrap all day. I bite my fingernails when I’m nervous or bored. I like it when I’m pampered and taken care of J (who doesn’t?). Occasionally, I like it when I’m treated like a child. I can lie down in bed while hugging stuffed animals for hours. I swoon over Barbie dolls and MyScene dolls and all their accessories, Sylvanian family dollhouses and the gang of Winnie the Pooh. I treat stuffed toys like they’re real people…
I can be such a guy
I can drink like a guy…til im tipsy happy buzzed…then I swear off drinking for the rest of my life…(then I drink again the following week) J. I drive like a madman and curse like a foul mouthed truck driver at them sh*theads who leave the g-damn yellow lane. I play video games til my eyes hurt. I can hang out all afternoon at a video game arcade playing House of Dead. I party late during Saturdays and sleep til noon during Sundays. I play poker while drinking beer from a bottle and smoking like I’m some gambling lord from a MAFIA movie. I like to watch suspense thrillers and gory horror films (but sometimes I get too scared, I end up watching them through the gap between my fingers). I can hang out with guys and not feel girly or flirty. I can beat guys at billiards. I can sleep anywhere, anytime, any place, in any position. I dress up in jeans and shirts and Havaianas more than frilly tops and skirts. I think Lindsay Lohan is hot.
I can be such a girl
I’m not streetsmart. I don’t know streetnames. I still get lost in places I’ve been to a gazillion times (even Powerplant mall, for crying out loud. It’s the mall across my old office where I worked for 3 years). I need maps – I always ask my friends to draw me maps but I still end up asking help from gasboys or bystanders. I throw up when something smells really bad – like super stinky garbage chutes or spoiled food. I like to eat french fries with ice cream then curse at myself for consuming too much calories. I get really mad-eye-moody during my period. I love to debate about how men are from mars and women are from venus. I put on make up when I’m stressed out or when I feel so damn ugly. I can shop like there’s no tomorrow or credit card limit. I like cute cuddly puppies (I watch them in pet stores and swear I’d buy one soon). I cry my way out of tickets when I get caught for reckless driving. I know nothing about cars – just how to operate the radio and what the button thingies on the dashboard will do. I like to hang out at coffee shops to read books and magazines or to gossip with and about friends and celebrities…or just watch people going about their businesses. I can clean my room and the entire house when I get super OC attacks like I’m freaking Martha Stewart. I cry when I’m really stressed, when I see old people begging or being mistreated in the movies or in real life, when I go to weddings, when I watch romantic films, when I read about tragedies in magazines or newspapers, when I see my friends or any family member cry. I like pretty little kikay things. I swoon over rock stars, hot abs, sports cars – preferably rock stars with hot abs in sports cars J
I can be artsy-fartsy
I like to talk in my fake British accent (haha, will you light my bloody fag?). I love traveling and learning about different cultures and languages, visiting museums and historical places (if only I had all the money!). I make scrapbooks and art projects like I’m the host of Art Attack. I’m a frustrated writer, I write about my experiences and my opinions usually in my blog or in my personal journal. I have a nasty habit of buying and borrowing books but I barely have enough time to read. I collect button pins and hardbound journals but sometimes they’re so pretty I don’t want to ruin them with my ugly handwriting. I look at art, watch foreign art films, sketch or write my thoughts on Starbucks tissue, on my planner, or on any writeable surface. I love doing creative collages, be it manual or through Photoshop or Powerpoint. I love watching plays and musicals. I love taking photos, preferably stolen shots of people doing silly stuff or being serious or being themselves. If I can, I’d be a writer and an illustrator of children’s books. I wanna be the next J.K. Rowling. Haha.
I can be such a hopeless romantic
I tend to talk about love and relationships like I’m Joe d Mango. I give out advice like I’m Dr. Phil. I love giving and receiving surprises to and from people I love. I look forward to wrapping gifts and writing cards to people during special occasions. I think that Romeo and Juliet is the greatest love story of all time but hello did they really have to kill themselves? They could have just gone to Morocco to get hitched in secret! I still do FLAMES, write my crush’s name with little hearts around it, practice my future signature on scratch paper, keep love letters, movie tickets and receipts from memorable dates. I believe in destiny, in the soul mate principle, in happily ever afters and meant-to-be-togethers. I believe in marriage and on certain ultra-sappy days, I believe that the Beatles were right when they sang “All you need is love.” I believe that loving means accepting, trusting, forgiving and forgetting and that love will conquer all….famine, terrorism, racism, bigotry, revolution, PMS, adultery, transvestites, (and for my friend I hope love will conquer the heart of a loathing self centered atheist… a heart that beats for no one but his f-in self L). I believe in romance, kissing when you slow dance, moonlight serenades and candlelit dinners, poetry and love letters in pretty scented stationery. I look forward to the day that I’ll say these words to that one special person I know I was bound to spend the rest of my life with as we take our vows: I’ll be there for you, these five words I swear to you, when you breathe, I wanna be the air for you, I’ll be there for you. I’ll live and I’ll die for you, steal the sun from the sky for you, words can’t say what love can do, I’ll be there for you (Jon Bon Jovi. Sigh. He IS the great one). Seriously, underneath all the occasional cynicism and biting humor, here beats a heart that has been dented and broken one too many times but still believes that it will heal and learn to love again…
*bullshit cough*
I'm Like A Child
I love freely and unconditionally J I like hugging people and getting hugs from people, kissing and sniffing people’s cheeks (granny kisses!), tickling people til they laugh so hard they can’t breathe, biting and pinching body parts (arms and cheeks most of the time -- gigil!), making funny faces during meetings and during serious conversations, laughing til I snort and til my tummy hurts from too much gas (haha), watching Cartoon network, Disney channel, playing silly kiddie games, making pa-cute to get what I want (even when I’m dealing with business partners). I throw tantrums like a 3-year old. I get cranky when I’m sleepy, I still sing and dance in the shower. I can just sit still and pop bubble wrap all day. I bite my fingernails when I’m nervous or bored. I like it when I’m pampered and taken care of J (who doesn’t?). Occasionally, I like it when I’m treated like a child. I can lie down in bed while hugging stuffed animals for hours. I swoon over Barbie dolls and MyScene dolls and all their accessories, Sylvanian family dollhouses and the gang of Winnie the Pooh. I treat stuffed toys like they’re real people…
I can be such a guy
I can drink like a guy…til im tipsy happy buzzed…then I swear off drinking for the rest of my life…(then I drink again the following week) J. I drive like a madman and curse like a foul mouthed truck driver at them sh*theads who leave the g-damn yellow lane. I play video games til my eyes hurt. I can hang out all afternoon at a video game arcade playing House of Dead. I party late during Saturdays and sleep til noon during Sundays. I play poker while drinking beer from a bottle and smoking like I’m some gambling lord from a MAFIA movie. I like to watch suspense thrillers and gory horror films (but sometimes I get too scared, I end up watching them through the gap between my fingers). I can hang out with guys and not feel girly or flirty. I can beat guys at billiards. I can sleep anywhere, anytime, any place, in any position. I dress up in jeans and shirts and Havaianas more than frilly tops and skirts. I think Lindsay Lohan is hot.
I can be such a girl
I’m not streetsmart. I don’t know streetnames. I still get lost in places I’ve been to a gazillion times (even Powerplant mall, for crying out loud. It’s the mall across my old office where I worked for 3 years). I need maps – I always ask my friends to draw me maps but I still end up asking help from gasboys or bystanders. I throw up when something smells really bad – like super stinky garbage chutes or spoiled food. I like to eat french fries with ice cream then curse at myself for consuming too much calories. I get really mad-eye-moody during my period. I love to debate about how men are from mars and women are from venus. I put on make up when I’m stressed out or when I feel so damn ugly. I can shop like there’s no tomorrow or credit card limit. I like cute cuddly puppies (I watch them in pet stores and swear I’d buy one soon). I cry my way out of tickets when I get caught for reckless driving. I know nothing about cars – just how to operate the radio and what the button thingies on the dashboard will do. I like to hang out at coffee shops to read books and magazines or to gossip with and about friends and celebrities…or just watch people going about their businesses. I can clean my room and the entire house when I get super OC attacks like I’m freaking Martha Stewart. I cry when I’m really stressed, when I see old people begging or being mistreated in the movies or in real life, when I go to weddings, when I watch romantic films, when I read about tragedies in magazines or newspapers, when I see my friends or any family member cry. I like pretty little kikay things. I swoon over rock stars, hot abs, sports cars – preferably rock stars with hot abs in sports cars J
I can be artsy-fartsy
I like to talk in my fake British accent (haha, will you light my bloody fag?). I love traveling and learning about different cultures and languages, visiting museums and historical places (if only I had all the money!). I make scrapbooks and art projects like I’m the host of Art Attack. I’m a frustrated writer, I write about my experiences and my opinions usually in my blog or in my personal journal. I have a nasty habit of buying and borrowing books but I barely have enough time to read. I collect button pins and hardbound journals but sometimes they’re so pretty I don’t want to ruin them with my ugly handwriting. I look at art, watch foreign art films, sketch or write my thoughts on Starbucks tissue, on my planner, or on any writeable surface. I love doing creative collages, be it manual or through Photoshop or Powerpoint. I love watching plays and musicals. I love taking photos, preferably stolen shots of people doing silly stuff or being serious or being themselves. If I can, I’d be a writer and an illustrator of children’s books. I wanna be the next J.K. Rowling. Haha.
I can be such a hopeless romantic
I tend to talk about love and relationships like I’m Joe d Mango. I give out advice like I’m Dr. Phil. I love giving and receiving surprises to and from people I love. I look forward to wrapping gifts and writing cards to people during special occasions. I think that Romeo and Juliet is the greatest love story of all time but hello did they really have to kill themselves? They could have just gone to Morocco to get hitched in secret! I still do FLAMES, write my crush’s name with little hearts around it, practice my future signature on scratch paper, keep love letters, movie tickets and receipts from memorable dates. I believe in destiny, in the soul mate principle, in happily ever afters and meant-to-be-togethers. I believe in marriage and on certain ultra-sappy days, I believe that the Beatles were right when they sang “All you need is love.” I believe that loving means accepting, trusting, forgiving and forgetting and that love will conquer all….famine, terrorism, racism, bigotry, revolution, PMS, adultery, transvestites, (and for my friend I hope love will conquer the heart of a loathing self centered atheist… a heart that beats for no one but his f-in self L). I believe in romance, kissing when you slow dance, moonlight serenades and candlelit dinners, poetry and love letters in pretty scented stationery. I look forward to the day that I’ll say these words to that one special person I know I was bound to spend the rest of my life with as we take our vows: I’ll be there for you, these five words I swear to you, when you breathe, I wanna be the air for you, I’ll be there for you. I’ll live and I’ll die for you, steal the sun from the sky for you, words can’t say what love can do, I’ll be there for you (Jon Bon Jovi. Sigh. He IS the great one). Seriously, underneath all the occasional cynicism and biting humor, here beats a heart that has been dented and broken one too many times but still believes that it will heal and learn to love again…
*bullshit cough*
Mar 21, 2006
It's Still the Longest Yard
I watched everyone with a smile on my face. The happy couple with their adorable children – the little girl with the world as her playground, running around with all the relentless energy of her youth. She’s a carbon copy of her beautiful mum; the little boy, a 3-month old baby in the arms of his dad, quietly observing with his eyes wide open as if saying… “Hullo world, I’m new here but I’m growing up real fast and soon I will be able to explore you with bigger hands and feet.” He’s starting to remind me of his dad. They have the same mischievous look on their faces.
I looked around the table at my friends. 2 couples were talking animatedly about wedding plans...one was an eager bride and another was an excited expecting mommy. How fast time flies. It used be sweet sixteens and debutante parties. Now it’s weddings and christenings and kid's birthday parties. I smiled again, remembering how different it was back in high school. 8 yrs ago, it was all about movies and malls, theme parks and slumber parties...but look at us now, we've come a long way….we’re all grown up.
I found myself wishing he was there beside me. It was a good day. A good day to share with someone I knew would understand why I was smiling, why I was happy ...for I was witnessing milestones in my friends' lives: a child's baptism, an engagement, a wedding, a new baby...the warm feeling of happiness for friends who were experiencing the most important moments in their lives. And babies! He'd understand how I adore fat lil babies with the folds on their arms and legs and we'd make silly baby jokes in a language only the two us would understand and....stop. I hated myself for letting that thought creep in. I rubbed my temple; trying 2 rub away the thought of him. I took a deep breath reached for a cigarette and walked away for a smoke.
As I smoked, I tried to make conversation with the people around me. Jobs, cars, career plans, the usual topics - safe topics. But the thought managed to creep in still. Like an unwanted ingrown sinking deep into your flesh...I shuddered at the thought, took a deep puff, shook my head and shut my eyes.
Hush hush...I told the little voice in my head. You’ve come a long way to go back to that ugly place. You’ve left that ugly place remember? You shut the door and threw away the key. Don’t you dare try to pick the lock now...
Then someone asked me one of the burning questions any person with a uterus gets asked at these events "When do you plan to have a baby?" I opened my eyes, gave a wry smile and tried to think of an answer void of any semblance of sarcasm...how typical. As "when are you getting married?" is to weddings, "when do you plan to have a baby?" is to baptisms (and "what pic do you want on your coffin?" is to funerals).
"Hmmm...."I bit on my lower lip and pretended to think but I was actually wishing it would bleed on the spot and I would be saved from answering his question. "Not in the immediate future. We're talking about a person here; it’s not just a thing you plan to do, like a vacation. It’s another life form you have full responsibility for. You have to be ready for him and the whole package that comes along with him. I guess I’ll be ready for a baby when I stop being so self-centered... so looks like never." We laughed. "And besides, I will be needing a husband or a boyfriend first to do that right? Unless I get impregnated by some maligno." He laughed. I knocked on wood out of habit.
Sigh. Pressure, pushing down on me, pushing down on me.... dum dum dum da da dum dum.
"Always the ninang, never the mom" I wrote that in one of my emails to him. Stop right there. In my head, I pushed a heavy chest of drawers against the door to the bad place to prevent any other thoughts from creeping out. Long way Maya...don’t waste it. Don’t be foolish. Not that easy but if we just work together, that door to the bad place will remain close, I told my head. I silently screamed at my heart, Shut up! You’re not helping me at all so go hibernate until you have nothing but good emotions flowing from your 4 bloody chambers. Knock on wood, again. Kidding, God, just kidding.
I went up and chatted with friends, met new people, joked around. I made plans to postpone the lonely drive home where I will have nothing but my traitor thoughts to keep me company. We left the place, went to Greenhills, shopped a little and had update-us-on-your-life conversations over coffee. The door remained close. Hallelujiah.
It was a good day except for that brief moment of insanity. But as I drove home with Nelly singing in my background, I realized this brother was right..."it’s still the longest yard..." (If I could fly away, I wouldn't come back no more. I'd turn around just to see you for the last time. See now I know, hey that won't be easy. I fought through every battle, I'd made it this far. I got a few more feet, but it's still the longest yard). I’ve come a long way but I still have a long way to go. It wasn't just about shutting the door to the bad place; it was about realizing that the bad place no longer exists. But in my head, it's still there. I was running away from it, when in fact I needed to burn it down. I was running away from it but with no clear direction where I wanted to go. I guess I hoped the road would lead me to where I was supposed to end up, like fate, like the movies... Wasn’t that what was supposed to happen? And I thought I met my destiny but I guess I rushed into things too quickly and too furiously ...I ended up pushing him away. And the others away...all those people I hurt. Oh yes, I'd get karma for sure. This is probably the longest yard, the longest yard to solitude.
Maybe it will take me time to see the goal post. I don’t even know what I’m supposed to see there. A rocking chair and dentures and an unworn wedding gown? An unused crib? Oh and a collection of flasks? Haha J In my hopeless romantic dream it will be bad-place free, with someone who loves me to death. Quite the bad boy but really a gentleman with Orlando Bloom's good looks, Adam Sandler's wit, Donald Trump's money, Bill Gates’ intelligence and Masaharu Morimoto’s culinary skills. Just one flaw: I'm not allowed to kiss him because once I do, he'd turn into Marilyn Manson and will be stuck like that forever. Oh and I cannot divorce him. That’s the catch. Haha. Me and my foolish what-if games.
But until then I will keep running. Not away but forward. I have moved on. I've come a long way. And I will continue to move on until the bad place is a tiny dot on the horizon. That’s what’s left to do. Run across the longest yard of my life to whoever and whatever it leads me to. Yes. And I know I can do it. I have wonderful friends ahead of me who will coach me along the way and show me that the milestones in their lives will be my milestones too, someday. But until then, I will run at my own pace, enjoy what I enjoy most and not let anyone hold me back.
To yards and milestones, to losses and gains, to old and new friends, to past loves and future loves, to dried tears and fresh ones, to more smiles n laughter, to growing up n moving on, to tiny baby steps and to leaps n bounds. I will see you all down this uncertain path called the future. I usually don’t like uncertainty but I don’t believe in divination either.
To not knowing, and to hoping, to new memories to be made.
I parked my car and sat in the dark, thinking. The problem with me is I analyze too much. I think too much. I dream too much. I wish I were a guy so that the only thing on my mind would be sex, beer and sports (kidding). I’m going ballistic from all the thinking. Ballistic enough to actually write down my thoughts in my blog for the world to see. Who's gonna want to marry me now? I write about ingrowns and pics on coffins, flying phlegm balls and love spells, I call myself damaged goods and admit I’m a drama queen? Who’s gonna want to marry a girl who talks to her brain and her heart like they’re real people? Perhaps no one. Or perhaps, by some miracle, someone exactly like her.
Tu rêves!
Where is he, where is he? Where is this beautiful guy? Who is he? Who is he? Who's gonna take me so high? That’s it Maya, too much pop songs, too much coffee, too much TV. You’re being such a Daria... and a Charlotte and a Susan. Maybe I should turn myself into an Edie. Yes yes. Desperate times call for Desperate Housewives. Sigh. I need alcohol to kill my overactive brain cells...if I have a beer belly big enough to look like there’s a baby inside, people will stop bugging me about motherhood...sounds like a plan – I’d turn into a man.
I stepped out of my car and shut the door. For a moment I stood there, admiring my sleek shiny mags. I love my car. She’s so pretty.
Oh yes, I'm a man already.
I looked around the table at my friends. 2 couples were talking animatedly about wedding plans...one was an eager bride and another was an excited expecting mommy. How fast time flies. It used be sweet sixteens and debutante parties. Now it’s weddings and christenings and kid's birthday parties. I smiled again, remembering how different it was back in high school. 8 yrs ago, it was all about movies and malls, theme parks and slumber parties...but look at us now, we've come a long way….we’re all grown up.
I found myself wishing he was there beside me. It was a good day. A good day to share with someone I knew would understand why I was smiling, why I was happy ...for I was witnessing milestones in my friends' lives: a child's baptism, an engagement, a wedding, a new baby...the warm feeling of happiness for friends who were experiencing the most important moments in their lives. And babies! He'd understand how I adore fat lil babies with the folds on their arms and legs and we'd make silly baby jokes in a language only the two us would understand and....stop. I hated myself for letting that thought creep in. I rubbed my temple; trying 2 rub away the thought of him. I took a deep breath reached for a cigarette and walked away for a smoke.
As I smoked, I tried to make conversation with the people around me. Jobs, cars, career plans, the usual topics - safe topics. But the thought managed to creep in still. Like an unwanted ingrown sinking deep into your flesh...I shuddered at the thought, took a deep puff, shook my head and shut my eyes.
Hush hush...I told the little voice in my head. You’ve come a long way to go back to that ugly place. You’ve left that ugly place remember? You shut the door and threw away the key. Don’t you dare try to pick the lock now...
Then someone asked me one of the burning questions any person with a uterus gets asked at these events "When do you plan to have a baby?" I opened my eyes, gave a wry smile and tried to think of an answer void of any semblance of sarcasm...how typical. As "when are you getting married?" is to weddings, "when do you plan to have a baby?" is to baptisms (and "what pic do you want on your coffin?" is to funerals).
"Hmmm...."I bit on my lower lip and pretended to think but I was actually wishing it would bleed on the spot and I would be saved from answering his question. "Not in the immediate future. We're talking about a person here; it’s not just a thing you plan to do, like a vacation. It’s another life form you have full responsibility for. You have to be ready for him and the whole package that comes along with him. I guess I’ll be ready for a baby when I stop being so self-centered... so looks like never." We laughed. "And besides, I will be needing a husband or a boyfriend first to do that right? Unless I get impregnated by some maligno." He laughed. I knocked on wood out of habit.
Sigh. Pressure, pushing down on me, pushing down on me.... dum dum dum da da dum dum.
"Always the ninang, never the mom" I wrote that in one of my emails to him. Stop right there. In my head, I pushed a heavy chest of drawers against the door to the bad place to prevent any other thoughts from creeping out. Long way Maya...don’t waste it. Don’t be foolish. Not that easy but if we just work together, that door to the bad place will remain close, I told my head. I silently screamed at my heart, Shut up! You’re not helping me at all so go hibernate until you have nothing but good emotions flowing from your 4 bloody chambers. Knock on wood, again. Kidding, God, just kidding.
I went up and chatted with friends, met new people, joked around. I made plans to postpone the lonely drive home where I will have nothing but my traitor thoughts to keep me company. We left the place, went to Greenhills, shopped a little and had update-us-on-your-life conversations over coffee. The door remained close. Hallelujiah.
It was a good day except for that brief moment of insanity. But as I drove home with Nelly singing in my background, I realized this brother was right..."it’s still the longest yard..." (If I could fly away, I wouldn't come back no more. I'd turn around just to see you for the last time. See now I know, hey that won't be easy. I fought through every battle, I'd made it this far. I got a few more feet, but it's still the longest yard). I’ve come a long way but I still have a long way to go. It wasn't just about shutting the door to the bad place; it was about realizing that the bad place no longer exists. But in my head, it's still there. I was running away from it, when in fact I needed to burn it down. I was running away from it but with no clear direction where I wanted to go. I guess I hoped the road would lead me to where I was supposed to end up, like fate, like the movies... Wasn’t that what was supposed to happen? And I thought I met my destiny but I guess I rushed into things too quickly and too furiously ...I ended up pushing him away. And the others away...all those people I hurt. Oh yes, I'd get karma for sure. This is probably the longest yard, the longest yard to solitude.
Maybe it will take me time to see the goal post. I don’t even know what I’m supposed to see there. A rocking chair and dentures and an unworn wedding gown? An unused crib? Oh and a collection of flasks? Haha J In my hopeless romantic dream it will be bad-place free, with someone who loves me to death. Quite the bad boy but really a gentleman with Orlando Bloom's good looks, Adam Sandler's wit, Donald Trump's money, Bill Gates’ intelligence and Masaharu Morimoto’s culinary skills. Just one flaw: I'm not allowed to kiss him because once I do, he'd turn into Marilyn Manson and will be stuck like that forever. Oh and I cannot divorce him. That’s the catch. Haha. Me and my foolish what-if games.
But until then I will keep running. Not away but forward. I have moved on. I've come a long way. And I will continue to move on until the bad place is a tiny dot on the horizon. That’s what’s left to do. Run across the longest yard of my life to whoever and whatever it leads me to. Yes. And I know I can do it. I have wonderful friends ahead of me who will coach me along the way and show me that the milestones in their lives will be my milestones too, someday. But until then, I will run at my own pace, enjoy what I enjoy most and not let anyone hold me back.
To yards and milestones, to losses and gains, to old and new friends, to past loves and future loves, to dried tears and fresh ones, to more smiles n laughter, to growing up n moving on, to tiny baby steps and to leaps n bounds. I will see you all down this uncertain path called the future. I usually don’t like uncertainty but I don’t believe in divination either.
To not knowing, and to hoping, to new memories to be made.
I parked my car and sat in the dark, thinking. The problem with me is I analyze too much. I think too much. I dream too much. I wish I were a guy so that the only thing on my mind would be sex, beer and sports (kidding). I’m going ballistic from all the thinking. Ballistic enough to actually write down my thoughts in my blog for the world to see. Who's gonna want to marry me now? I write about ingrowns and pics on coffins, flying phlegm balls and love spells, I call myself damaged goods and admit I’m a drama queen? Who’s gonna want to marry a girl who talks to her brain and her heart like they’re real people? Perhaps no one. Or perhaps, by some miracle, someone exactly like her.
Tu rêves!
Where is he, where is he? Where is this beautiful guy? Who is he? Who is he? Who's gonna take me so high? That’s it Maya, too much pop songs, too much coffee, too much TV. You’re being such a Daria... and a Charlotte and a Susan. Maybe I should turn myself into an Edie. Yes yes. Desperate times call for Desperate Housewives. Sigh. I need alcohol to kill my overactive brain cells...if I have a beer belly big enough to look like there’s a baby inside, people will stop bugging me about motherhood...sounds like a plan – I’d turn into a man.
I stepped out of my car and shut the door. For a moment I stood there, admiring my sleek shiny mags. I love my car. She’s so pretty.
Oh yes, I'm a man already.
Feb 16, 2006
Confessions of a Reckless Drama Queen Driver
You know what the MMDA remind me of? They’re like sly little foxes hiding behind trees waiting for innocent little bunnies to hop along so they can pounce on them and rip them off, I mean apart (but rip off seems like a relevant word in the traffic business). La di da…bunny hop hop hop…a glorious day in the park with the sun shining and the birds singing then eep without warning, the sly red fox in a blue suit jumps out from behind the trees and pulls you over for an infraction or a violation you could swear on the life of your unborn child, you didn’t commit.
Some of them are decent. They will hear you out and decide whether they should let you off with just a warning (or with a settlement) or with a ticket. Some of them are just absolutely mean and righteous. I have been caught 4 times in a row by the manipulative man-eating driving authorities. They’re all interesting stories, which I just want to share with everyone. You be the judge on which one’s the most amusing…and hopefully you learn a lesson or two on what and what not to do.
Saved by A Starstruck Star
Violation: Wrong Lane. Guadalupe intersection – on my way to QC to meet up with friends for coffee. It was a Sunday and I was expecting light traffic and very few men in blue. The jeepneys were all annoyingly zigzagging their way through the road trying to pick up passengers from both sides. I was late, so instead of taking the left lane (since I was turning left), I took the rightmost lane and tried to switch to the left before I hit the intersection and before the light turned red. No such luck. The light turned red and I was caught awkwardly between both lanes and a little into the yellow square, exposed for all the MMDA guys to see. I tried to look innocent and sweet as one of them looked at me while shaking his head. Then he asked me to pull over by the side of the road got my license while reciting my infraction. I begged and apologized over and over again, trying to look like an innocent little girl the whole time. Doe eyes, pouting lips, the works! By some miracle, thanks maybe to Our Lady of Guadalupe, he gave me back my license and smiled at me and said “Sige na nga, akala ko pa naman makwekwento ko na nahuli ko si Yasmien Kurdi.” I just smiled at him and said, “Sabihin mo na lang manong di mo na hinuli kasi late na siya sa shooting.” Then we both laughed and I was on the road again.
Saved by A Card
Violation 2: Beating the Red Light. A little past midnight. Pasay road interestion. Turning left on Ayala Ave. No MMDA guys in sight. I turned left and completely ignored the stoplight. OK, my bad. Wrong move. I could have killed someone but the road was automobile free and people free for as far as my eyes can see (ooh that rhymes!). Then as I turned the corner, there he was standing beside a motorcycle, asking me to pull over. Good thing I was with a friend who had a police ID card thing and he said “Pare, sagot ko na siya. I asked her to turn left.” And the MMDA just nodded and signaled for me to go on. I would have taken the ticket without any pleading cause I knew I was wrong. But some stoplights don’t even function at night and what I did was something I would do when that’s the case. But of course, that wasn’t the case. I was just very lucky that cops respect people with police ID cards, though they’re not really in the force. I wonder how you can get one of them cards…
Saved by the Dough
Violation 3: Reckless Driving. A little past 4 in the afternoon. EDSA, northbound. On our way to Greenhills to spend our hard-earned moolah on clothes and other stuff that we truly deserved after working so hard. We were laughing and singing and talking about the fun-filled afternoon at the mall. Like innocent little bunnies playing in the park. Instead of going into the tunnel to Cubao, my friend and I decided to take the bus route road to Megamall (dunno what you call that part, basta the one that went straight instead of down the tunnel). I switched lanes about 100 meters before the tunnel and told my friend that the area was a swerving hotspot but we saw there was no MMDA in sight. Then poof. From behind one pillar, there he was. The sly fox! I was so pissed off by this guy. He was such a jerk! He pulled me over and told me that I swerved. Reckless driving! I said I believe I didn’t swerve cause I was AWARE of THAT violation on THAT part of EDSA and I was very careful NOT to do it. But he didn’t listen to me and asked for my license. He asked me where I worked and where I lived and where I was heading and told me that fine was P500 for reckless driving + 3 days seminar. I told him I did not swerve, over and over again but of course he was the Lord of the Road and told me stubbornly that I did. So change tactics – back to begging “Please, please manong, just let me off with a warning, please…alam ko di naman ako nagswerve e” But the mule wouldn’t budge. “Di na pwedeng warning warning lang, magagalit sa ‘min si chairman e.” I almost looked up at the sky to check if the MMDA Chairman was omnipresent and watching us from above. Ugh. Then he told me that the seminar would be such a hassle and he was sure I was too busy to attend and the fine was P500 and sayang the money and the time yada yada yada. And I knew he was willing to settle. He probably needed money for his date on Valentine’s Day! I didn’t want to settle, it was against my principles. It was either he lets me off with or without a ticket but definitely without my money. So I continued to beg…but was interrupted by a nudge from my friend. She was giving me “lagyan mo na” looks since we were in a hurry. So I paid the friggin’ guy. P250 down the drain. My hard-earned money, into the pockets of a heartless man whose eyes were probably flashing big bold Peso signs behind his lame “Ray-ban” imitation sunglasses. I so wanted to stomp and scream and curse like hell in the middle of EDSA “I DID NOT SWERVE! Mukha kang pera! Taxes naming ang nagpapasweldo sa inyo! Isn’t that enough? Go shove your money and your corrupt sunburned face up your wrinkly little @ss, you sh#&head!” I was so pissed. I don’t like bribing. And my charm didn’t work. I felt like such an ugly bad driver slash bad citizen L Five sad faces for this incident LLLLL Wherever he is now, I hope he had a very happy Valentine’s Day (bah humbug).
Saved by Valentine’s Day
Violation 4: Reckless Driving (with obstruction of pedestrian lane) + Wrong Lane
The gravest violationS of my life. This happened about 4 hours after the EDSA swerving incident. I WAS CAUGHT TWICE IN ONE DAY! Sniff L There we were tired but happy from all the shopping. On our way to Megamall from Greenhills to buy something for Valentine’s Day. Intersection again. Still swarming with MMDA guys. I was suppose to go straight instead of left but a selfish cab driver wouldn’t let me pass so I ended up on the leftmost side of the road in the middle of a pedestrian lane as the light turned red. Again, exposed for all the MMDA guys to see. I wanted to shrink down to Thumbelina size so they wouldn’t notice me. I was silently praying that by some miracle they'd ignore me and crossing my fingers for the light to turn red so I can zoom zoom away. 2 minutes passed then 3…I thought I was safe. Until the bus to my left started honking like a madman because I was in his way. That made them look. Again, I was pulled over. I was asked for my license as I pleaded and argued that the taxi cab almost hit me so I ended up in the middle of the pedestrian lane. He told me I was guilty of lane violation and reckless driving since I blocked a pedestrian lane. P 1,500 fine + he’ll get my license. I argued that I had no time to pay the ticket and retrieve my license and do the seminar thing but he ignored me. I started to cry. Yup! I slumped down on my steering wheel and started to cry. I was so tired and frustrated and sick of all the cops criticizing me and my driving skills. I sobbed and pleaded and sobbed alternately. Another MMDA guy showed up and he told the heartless man talking to me “Naku, umiiyak na si ma’am” and the heartless guy was moved by my tears…well, a little. He told me he was gonna downplay my violation by charging me with wrong lane so I would have to pay only P500 or something. He even offered to get my money and issue me a receipt so I wouldn’t have to go pay for it. I was about to say ok and reach for my wallet. I mean, it sounded legal right? I’d still get a receipt. Then I asked if I could be charged with a violation with less than P500 fine. One last nego. (I’m quite good at haggling actually – something I learned from Nestle’s Customer Management Best Practices J He paused to think about it. I looked up at him with a “kawawa naman ako” look on my face and said “Sige na po please, malapit na naman mag-Valentine’s Day e…” Cheap shot I know, with my eyes glistening with tears and a pathetic look on my face. I was surprised when he said “Sige na nga, di na lang” and he started motioning for me to move along. My jaw dropped. Unbelievable. I couldn't believe it. I just stared at him, dumbfounded. My friend muttered under her breath "go! bilis!" and that's when I stepped on the gas (I think I managed to scream “Happy Valentine’s Day Manong! Salamat!”...not sure) and drove away as fast as I legally can. Hah! I guess some of them are still human. Valentine’s Day saved my day. It was so tiring negotiating with him but I’m glad I didn’t give up or give in. This time I felt good about myself and about other people. Love really moves in mysterious ways…but most of the time, it’s all about the money. With these guys and with everyone else.
Now I’m really scared of these MMDA guys and of other guys who resemble them. Just today at an intersection in Lipa City, a guy in blue started walking towards my car. My heart started to race and I was thinking of what I could have possibly done wrong and how I could get out of it. When he was in front of my car, I saw that he was just an ordinary guy in blue. I never want to see people wearing blue again!!! Traffic can be so dramatic and traumatic.
Some of them are decent. They will hear you out and decide whether they should let you off with just a warning (or with a settlement) or with a ticket. Some of them are just absolutely mean and righteous. I have been caught 4 times in a row by the manipulative man-eating driving authorities. They’re all interesting stories, which I just want to share with everyone. You be the judge on which one’s the most amusing…and hopefully you learn a lesson or two on what and what not to do.
Saved by A Starstruck Star
Violation: Wrong Lane. Guadalupe intersection – on my way to QC to meet up with friends for coffee. It was a Sunday and I was expecting light traffic and very few men in blue. The jeepneys were all annoyingly zigzagging their way through the road trying to pick up passengers from both sides. I was late, so instead of taking the left lane (since I was turning left), I took the rightmost lane and tried to switch to the left before I hit the intersection and before the light turned red. No such luck. The light turned red and I was caught awkwardly between both lanes and a little into the yellow square, exposed for all the MMDA guys to see. I tried to look innocent and sweet as one of them looked at me while shaking his head. Then he asked me to pull over by the side of the road got my license while reciting my infraction. I begged and apologized over and over again, trying to look like an innocent little girl the whole time. Doe eyes, pouting lips, the works! By some miracle, thanks maybe to Our Lady of Guadalupe, he gave me back my license and smiled at me and said “Sige na nga, akala ko pa naman makwekwento ko na nahuli ko si Yasmien Kurdi.” I just smiled at him and said, “Sabihin mo na lang manong di mo na hinuli kasi late na siya sa shooting.” Then we both laughed and I was on the road again.
Saved by A Card
Violation 2: Beating the Red Light. A little past midnight. Pasay road interestion. Turning left on Ayala Ave. No MMDA guys in sight. I turned left and completely ignored the stoplight. OK, my bad. Wrong move. I could have killed someone but the road was automobile free and people free for as far as my eyes can see (ooh that rhymes!). Then as I turned the corner, there he was standing beside a motorcycle, asking me to pull over. Good thing I was with a friend who had a police ID card thing and he said “Pare, sagot ko na siya. I asked her to turn left.” And the MMDA just nodded and signaled for me to go on. I would have taken the ticket without any pleading cause I knew I was wrong. But some stoplights don’t even function at night and what I did was something I would do when that’s the case. But of course, that wasn’t the case. I was just very lucky that cops respect people with police ID cards, though they’re not really in the force. I wonder how you can get one of them cards…
Saved by the Dough
Violation 3: Reckless Driving. A little past 4 in the afternoon. EDSA, northbound. On our way to Greenhills to spend our hard-earned moolah on clothes and other stuff that we truly deserved after working so hard. We were laughing and singing and talking about the fun-filled afternoon at the mall. Like innocent little bunnies playing in the park. Instead of going into the tunnel to Cubao, my friend and I decided to take the bus route road to Megamall (dunno what you call that part, basta the one that went straight instead of down the tunnel). I switched lanes about 100 meters before the tunnel and told my friend that the area was a swerving hotspot but we saw there was no MMDA in sight. Then poof. From behind one pillar, there he was. The sly fox! I was so pissed off by this guy. He was such a jerk! He pulled me over and told me that I swerved. Reckless driving! I said I believe I didn’t swerve cause I was AWARE of THAT violation on THAT part of EDSA and I was very careful NOT to do it. But he didn’t listen to me and asked for my license. He asked me where I worked and where I lived and where I was heading and told me that fine was P500 for reckless driving + 3 days seminar. I told him I did not swerve, over and over again but of course he was the Lord of the Road and told me stubbornly that I did. So change tactics – back to begging “Please, please manong, just let me off with a warning, please…alam ko di naman ako nagswerve e” But the mule wouldn’t budge. “Di na pwedeng warning warning lang, magagalit sa ‘min si chairman e.” I almost looked up at the sky to check if the MMDA Chairman was omnipresent and watching us from above. Ugh. Then he told me that the seminar would be such a hassle and he was sure I was too busy to attend and the fine was P500 and sayang the money and the time yada yada yada. And I knew he was willing to settle. He probably needed money for his date on Valentine’s Day! I didn’t want to settle, it was against my principles. It was either he lets me off with or without a ticket but definitely without my money. So I continued to beg…but was interrupted by a nudge from my friend. She was giving me “lagyan mo na” looks since we were in a hurry. So I paid the friggin’ guy. P250 down the drain. My hard-earned money, into the pockets of a heartless man whose eyes were probably flashing big bold Peso signs behind his lame “Ray-ban” imitation sunglasses. I so wanted to stomp and scream and curse like hell in the middle of EDSA “I DID NOT SWERVE! Mukha kang pera! Taxes naming ang nagpapasweldo sa inyo! Isn’t that enough? Go shove your money and your corrupt sunburned face up your wrinkly little @ss, you sh#&head!” I was so pissed. I don’t like bribing. And my charm didn’t work. I felt like such an ugly bad driver slash bad citizen L Five sad faces for this incident LLLLL Wherever he is now, I hope he had a very happy Valentine’s Day (bah humbug).
Saved by Valentine’s Day
Violation 4: Reckless Driving (with obstruction of pedestrian lane) + Wrong Lane
The gravest violationS of my life. This happened about 4 hours after the EDSA swerving incident. I WAS CAUGHT TWICE IN ONE DAY! Sniff L There we were tired but happy from all the shopping. On our way to Megamall from Greenhills to buy something for Valentine’s Day. Intersection again. Still swarming with MMDA guys. I was suppose to go straight instead of left but a selfish cab driver wouldn’t let me pass so I ended up on the leftmost side of the road in the middle of a pedestrian lane as the light turned red. Again, exposed for all the MMDA guys to see. I wanted to shrink down to Thumbelina size so they wouldn’t notice me. I was silently praying that by some miracle they'd ignore me and crossing my fingers for the light to turn red so I can zoom zoom away. 2 minutes passed then 3…I thought I was safe. Until the bus to my left started honking like a madman because I was in his way. That made them look. Again, I was pulled over. I was asked for my license as I pleaded and argued that the taxi cab almost hit me so I ended up in the middle of the pedestrian lane. He told me I was guilty of lane violation and reckless driving since I blocked a pedestrian lane. P 1,500 fine + he’ll get my license. I argued that I had no time to pay the ticket and retrieve my license and do the seminar thing but he ignored me. I started to cry. Yup! I slumped down on my steering wheel and started to cry. I was so tired and frustrated and sick of all the cops criticizing me and my driving skills. I sobbed and pleaded and sobbed alternately. Another MMDA guy showed up and he told the heartless man talking to me “Naku, umiiyak na si ma’am” and the heartless guy was moved by my tears…well, a little. He told me he was gonna downplay my violation by charging me with wrong lane so I would have to pay only P500 or something. He even offered to get my money and issue me a receipt so I wouldn’t have to go pay for it. I was about to say ok and reach for my wallet. I mean, it sounded legal right? I’d still get a receipt. Then I asked if I could be charged with a violation with less than P500 fine. One last nego. (I’m quite good at haggling actually – something I learned from Nestle’s Customer Management Best Practices J He paused to think about it. I looked up at him with a “kawawa naman ako” look on my face and said “Sige na po please, malapit na naman mag-Valentine’s Day e…” Cheap shot I know, with my eyes glistening with tears and a pathetic look on my face. I was surprised when he said “Sige na nga, di na lang” and he started motioning for me to move along. My jaw dropped. Unbelievable. I couldn't believe it. I just stared at him, dumbfounded. My friend muttered under her breath "go! bilis!" and that's when I stepped on the gas (I think I managed to scream “Happy Valentine’s Day Manong! Salamat!”...not sure) and drove away as fast as I legally can. Hah! I guess some of them are still human. Valentine’s Day saved my day. It was so tiring negotiating with him but I’m glad I didn’t give up or give in. This time I felt good about myself and about other people. Love really moves in mysterious ways…but most of the time, it’s all about the money. With these guys and with everyone else.
Now I’m really scared of these MMDA guys and of other guys who resemble them. Just today at an intersection in Lipa City, a guy in blue started walking towards my car. My heart started to race and I was thinking of what I could have possibly done wrong and how I could get out of it. When he was in front of my car, I saw that he was just an ordinary guy in blue. I never want to see people wearing blue again!!! Traffic can be so dramatic and traumatic.
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