And so I finally got him.
my little Mister Sunshine :)
08 October 2008
31 August 2008
Sem-break!
It's been 2 weeks -- enough time that i gave myself in pinas to finally be back in circulation!
It has been a good 2 weeks for me -- spent most of my time at home, enjoying Angel's kisses, eating my comfort foods, catching up with the usual tv shows I missed -- bottomline, getting back on the simple doses of life's little delights...
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August 30 2008 -- the Fort Open grounds -- Me, badot, hyds,
len and mund were lucky enough to secure tickets for the most awaited Eheads reunion concert.. For most people our age, this is once in a lifetime, and a spectacular event every "90's-teen" shouldn't miss! Well, melodramatic as it may sound, but Eraserheads has been more than a "band" to our generation -- they practically became part of our lives during our younger years.. They were legends! For avid fans like me, this reunion concert has long been overdue --
It was almost 6 years after they disbanded, and you could imagine how crazy and unbelievably giddy the crowd felt when the screen flashed a 10-minute countdown! It was like new year's eve! Everyone stood up, shouting everytime the timer came close to 00:00.. The crowd's energy was unbelievable when finally -- Ely came up the stage and sang Alapaap. I had goosebumps!
It was as if doing a trip back to memory lane, everyone was singing along, absorbed in our own eraserheads' worlds!
It was sad though that the concert had to be cut short because Ely had to be rushed to the hospital. Well, at first we thought that it was some kind of gimmick, or maybe, we were just in denial that this can't be happening! They haven't even sang the most beautiful songs yet! But when the promoter spoke, asking for a moment of prayer, it started sinking in. The night has to come to an end, unexpectedly.
Me and my friends were so frustrated we were just silent the whole time. It was an unfortunate event, and no one wanted it to happen... just so, we were still glad that we were able take part on that once in a lifetime event--something that might not happen again.
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Usual sunday routine --
Mass, lunch, ASAP, town center, coffee.
When I was in brazil, I can't count the times I imagined myself doing this sunday routine again... and today, my heart was filled with joy for having spent my sunday with len and badot, doing exactly what we were doing before.. I knew it, some things just don't change. we didn't see each other for six months, but the comfort they give my spirit is overwhelming. The stories were endless, the laughters were contagious. Truly, I have to thank heavens that I am showered with good friends. They fill my soul. They give warmth to my spirit. They saw right through me, and they loved me still.
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I don't know still until when I will be staying here.
But even if I have to admit that there were moments of anxiety -- I am still enjoying every minute of my stay.
This is home! And I am still on my sem-break :)
It has been a good 2 weeks for me -- spent most of my time at home, enjoying Angel's kisses, eating my comfort foods, catching up with the usual tv shows I missed -- bottomline, getting back on the simple doses of life's little delights...
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August 30 2008 -- the Fort Open grounds -- Me, badot, hyds,
len and mund were lucky enough to secure tickets for the most awaited Eheads reunion concert.. For most people our age, this is once in a lifetime, and a spectacular event every "90's-teen" shouldn't miss! Well, melodramatic as it may sound, but Eraserheads has been more than a "band" to our generation -- they practically became part of our lives during our younger years.. They were legends! For avid fans like me, this reunion concert has long been overdue --It was almost 6 years after they disbanded, and you could imagine how crazy and unbelievably giddy the crowd felt when the screen flashed a 10-minute countdown! It was like new year's eve! Everyone stood up, shouting everytime the timer came close to 00:00.. The crowd's energy was unbelievable when finally -- Ely came up the stage and sang Alapaap. I had goosebumps!
It was as if doing a trip back to memory lane, everyone was singing along, absorbed in our own eraserheads' worlds!
It was sad though that the concert had to be cut short because Ely had to be rushed to the hospital. Well, at first we thought that it was some kind of gimmick, or maybe, we were just in denial that this can't be happening! They haven't even sang the most beautiful songs yet! But when the promoter spoke, asking for a moment of prayer, it started sinking in. The night has to come to an end, unexpectedly.
Me and my friends were so frustrated we were just silent the whole time. It was an unfortunate event, and no one wanted it to happen... just so, we were still glad that we were able take part on that once in a lifetime event--something that might not happen again.
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Usual sunday routine --
Mass, lunch, ASAP, town center, coffee.
When I was in brazil, I can't count the times I imagined myself doing this sunday routine again... and today, my heart was filled with joy for having spent my sunday with len and badot, doing exactly what we were doing before.. I knew it, some things just don't change. we didn't see each other for six months, but the comfort they give my spirit is overwhelming. The stories were endless, the laughters were contagious. Truly, I have to thank heavens that I am showered with good friends. They fill my soul. They give warmth to my spirit. They saw right through me, and they loved me still.
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I don't know still until when I will be staying here.
But even if I have to admit that there were moments of anxiety -- I am still enjoying every minute of my stay.
This is home! And I am still on my sem-break :)
26 August 2008
touch down pinas!
I left Brazil at sunset.
I arrived Philippines at sunrise.
What a wonderful circumstance!
It's good to be home. Well, good is an understatement... I have been away for 6 months, and there was nothing more exciting when I heard the plane's wheels made the 'touch down'.. Pinas! I am home!
I missed this place. And even if there are a lot of ugly things to say about this country, I have never imagined settling down to another place other than here.
It has only been a week since I came home, and I am still re-charging. But, even with the little time spent here, I have done some of the things I have longed wanted to do ---
-- eat century tuna. have milo on the table when I wake up. get a massage. share long overdue stories. get kisses from angel.
It's amazing how simple things could fill my heart with so much joy. Without much effort. :)
I arrived Philippines at sunrise.
What a wonderful circumstance!
It's good to be home. Well, good is an understatement... I have been away for 6 months, and there was nothing more exciting when I heard the plane's wheels made the 'touch down'.. Pinas! I am home!
I missed this place. And even if there are a lot of ugly things to say about this country, I have never imagined settling down to another place other than here.
It has only been a week since I came home, and I am still re-charging. But, even with the little time spent here, I have done some of the things I have longed wanted to do ---
-- eat century tuna. have milo on the table when I wake up. get a massage. share long overdue stories. get kisses from angel.
It's amazing how simple things could fill my heart with so much joy. Without much effort. :)
26 July 2008
3 weeks
It's a good Saturday in Rio. Jaja and I just arrived home, after the usual laundry day at Barra Bella. I sit here, in the usual spot, overlooking rio's beauty, with the sun opening its rays over the cariocas, and the birds keep on dancing with their carefree trance.
Maybe, the time has come. New doors are opening, people are moving forward, and I can feel the changes through my bones.
I came here february, and people started coming too. It was as if Brazil has opened up its doors to people like us -- peope who are looking for better chances, people who have different yet the same reasons for going out abroad and riding the big waves of risk-taking.
I made friends, and I know that I will forever be thankful that God did not leave me a single minute in this crazy world.
I was able to meet most of my dearest friends too. Who would have ever thought that the conversations at the 5th floor canteen became reality? Our dream of meeting each other in Brazil was once a far a way dream -- up to the point that we thought it might be hopeless, since the world is supposed to be big. But heavens heard our prayers, and even if we are not in the same city now, we were given the means of meeting up each other to exchange long overdue stories.
I might have succeeded in adapting to this new city, embracing slowly the comforts it offer. I cling on to the core of my being, constantly reminding myself that even if I am a day behind from the place I called home, I know I can survive.
My stay in this big city will have to end soon -- at least for now. I know that I need to go back, to get strength again, to re-charge and to take a little rest. Anyway, my leaving has long been overdue.
Three weeks left for me, and I can't help but anticipate and hold my breath to the little surprises that may come. Jaja will be leaving tomorrow for Brasilia, one thing I never pre-empted a few months back. The rest of the usual main-stays in Rio are out for field, and the uncertainty of seeing them before I leave is reality. But just as I always say, life will always be like that. It gives you surprises, and at some point it will shake a little of your senses. But at the end of the day, I know that all will be well. I may not be able to say goodbye to them personally, but I hope that they are all so dear to me. Besides, they kept me sane. We kept each other sane.
And now, as I drink the last sip of my coffee, I feel rio's warmth and tenderness.
I smile, even if I know that there will be changes, I am certain that everyone of us will be fine. And soon, someday, we will all meet again.
Maybe, the time has come. New doors are opening, people are moving forward, and I can feel the changes through my bones.
I came here february, and people started coming too. It was as if Brazil has opened up its doors to people like us -- peope who are looking for better chances, people who have different yet the same reasons for going out abroad and riding the big waves of risk-taking.
I made friends, and I know that I will forever be thankful that God did not leave me a single minute in this crazy world.
I was able to meet most of my dearest friends too. Who would have ever thought that the conversations at the 5th floor canteen became reality? Our dream of meeting each other in Brazil was once a far a way dream -- up to the point that we thought it might be hopeless, since the world is supposed to be big. But heavens heard our prayers, and even if we are not in the same city now, we were given the means of meeting up each other to exchange long overdue stories.
I might have succeeded in adapting to this new city, embracing slowly the comforts it offer. I cling on to the core of my being, constantly reminding myself that even if I am a day behind from the place I called home, I know I can survive.
My stay in this big city will have to end soon -- at least for now. I know that I need to go back, to get strength again, to re-charge and to take a little rest. Anyway, my leaving has long been overdue.
Three weeks left for me, and I can't help but anticipate and hold my breath to the little surprises that may come. Jaja will be leaving tomorrow for Brasilia, one thing I never pre-empted a few months back. The rest of the usual main-stays in Rio are out for field, and the uncertainty of seeing them before I leave is reality. But just as I always say, life will always be like that. It gives you surprises, and at some point it will shake a little of your senses. But at the end of the day, I know that all will be well. I may not be able to say goodbye to them personally, but I hope that they are all so dear to me. Besides, they kept me sane. We kept each other sane.
And now, as I drink the last sip of my coffee, I feel rio's warmth and tenderness.
I smile, even if I know that there will be changes, I am certain that everyone of us will be fine. And soon, someday, we will all meet again.
23 July 2008
Brazil: Photoblog Number One
I've always enjoyed looking at beautiful pictures, and I am amazed by how the photographer captures the stories in still shots.And so, I've been wanting to do this for the longest time -- a photoblog.Captured moments by Jaja, and joy plays with her mind.Here goes. Part one.
Maybe this is what growing old together means. Having many chances to share ice cream with each other.
Brazilians having their own private times. With these trees towering above them. And the silver-blue sky remains their witness
Natural light brings out your true color. Authentic.
This signage did not escape Jaja's eyes. It is too precious to let it pass.
Looking at sugar loaf from ground level. Funny how in such little time, you can go up there and look down at Rio. Different perspective. Different experiences.
At some point, sunset and sunrise are the same. The light hides behind darkness. Or maybe its the other way around. But in the end, only one of them prevails.
People are smart. They invented psuedo-lights, when the real one is hiding. 
You drink slowly if you know it's not refillable. Just like life. When you don't have too many chances, you savor each day -- until it last.
A chair. It would have been better if there are two.
Lemons are nice. They balance the bitterness.
Their own version of refuge. Flying kites.
Everyone of us needs someone to pull us up. In whatever terms. 
Amazing how simple things could make someone happy
How many times have you wished to turn back time and be a child again? I always do. I just can't.
Shelter. Sometimes, we fail to recognize how important it is
Strawberries on chocolate, chocolate on strawberries. Whichever way, they go perfectly together .
The view from the top, is always spectacular
In between greens, this guy must have been looking for something. He's running out of time. 
Edge of the world. Thousand miles away.
His arms -- stretching out -- wide open.25 June 2008
Once a Dream -- Now a Reality :)
How will I ever forget, those times when everyone of us were saying that someday, we will see each other in Brazil. Perhaps it is true, that when you want something so badly, the universe conspires for you to achieve it! Good thing we had synched prayers, and we maybe we all prayed with conviction!
Last weekend was a dream come true. It is an amazing fact, something that until now makes me smile when I remember. We are here, in Brasil!! It might have been better if EVERYONE of us are here, but well, we can't have both worlds. This is good enough for me, at least most of us were able to see each other -- in Brasil! :)
Who would ever thought that this is possible? -- Me!!! ;)
>Oo, kami talaga to :) <
>New place, old friends<
>2308.2!!!<
>Catching up with lost times<
>Savoring moments<
>Parang 5th floor lang no?:)<
>in Ditz apartment, while waiting for sinigang;) <
>Soul sister ;) <
>Jaja and Jm ;)<
> Having lunch together again! <
>One big happy family! Sabeee<
>A love story. :p <
:)
>Rio De Janeiro, Hardrock<
>Shopping si betchay! hehehe<
> at last! <
>kahet umuulan, picture pa din y not<
>Going to laguna?? Ay hindi pala..going to Downtown :)<Having seen all of them again, is a superb feeling. It brought back so many memories, it was like going back to the Globe days, where we can talk about anything or everything under the sun. And as we all venture into this bigger world, I just wish all of us, all the blessings in the world. Sky's the limit! See you soon again, my dearest friends :)
09 June 2008
Where is Home?
Over nice coffee conversations, me and my usual coffee mates shared a story about a malaysian guy who went back to his own country for vacation. But, when he came back to his work assignment (which was somewhere in africa I think), he was more than glad. For him, his home country wasn't his "home". It was where his current assignment is, thousand miles away from his own birthplace.
And it kept me a little on amazement -- that people could really be different in reference to home.
Where is home anyway?
Is it where you grew up?
Or is it where you shared your grown self to the people around you?
Is it where you have found your comfort zone, or is it where you were able to succeed in creating your own version of comfort?
Where is home for me?
And here, I am spilling my mind.
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I couldn't deny the fact that for the longest time that I have been out, I had a desperate attempt in "creating" my own version of home. For the sole reason of keeping me sane. I have always been a "comfort zone" person, and I seek for people, for things, for events, that could somehow connect me to the place that I grew up with.
Both the two places I've been to, have succeeded in adapting me into the comforts of its own fences. Though at times, I still feel alienated and different from most people, I have learned, through time, the basic tools for survival. Maybe it helped that I knew myself better, and that I know how and what I need to stay steady and keep my sanity. But at the end of the day, I know that all things boil down to one simple fact -- that, this is not my home.
Home is where I feel safest. It is where I hear the infectious laughter of my beautiful cousin angel, rummaging about little things and asking the funniest questions. Home is where I wake up and finding my cold milo on the table, that has been sitting there for hours. Home is where, during sundays, mommy would cook the most delicious sinigang, and my friends inviting themselves over for a nice lunch over coke and asap. Home is where I could share comfortable silence with anyone, without much effort on what to say. Home is where I see myself dreaming endlessly, and even if I am thousand miles away, my dreams travel the distance.
Having said all these, it doesn't necessarily mean that I am not having the time of my life away from home. I am. And I know that when the final time comes that I would be packing up my luggage, I am certain that I will be coming home with full smiles, knowing that I was able to explore a thousand different events, looked at the sky from a different perspective, heard the waves from a different point of reference.
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Ah, I might have drank a little too much caffeine, or perhaps, I am just a little overwhelmed with the things that's been happening around me. The uncertainties, the surprises, the tests. Yesterday, someone went back home. Soon, one by one, all of us will have to leave this place. And who knows when and where we will see each other again... the finish line? Maybe.
But I am certain, that all of us will find our way back home. Sooner or later. We will.
And it kept me a little on amazement -- that people could really be different in reference to home.
Where is home anyway?
Is it where you grew up?
Or is it where you shared your grown self to the people around you?
Is it where you have found your comfort zone, or is it where you were able to succeed in creating your own version of comfort?
Where is home for me?
And here, I am spilling my mind.
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I couldn't deny the fact that for the longest time that I have been out, I had a desperate attempt in "creating" my own version of home. For the sole reason of keeping me sane. I have always been a "comfort zone" person, and I seek for people, for things, for events, that could somehow connect me to the place that I grew up with.
Both the two places I've been to, have succeeded in adapting me into the comforts of its own fences. Though at times, I still feel alienated and different from most people, I have learned, through time, the basic tools for survival. Maybe it helped that I knew myself better, and that I know how and what I need to stay steady and keep my sanity. But at the end of the day, I know that all things boil down to one simple fact -- that, this is not my home.
Home is where I feel safest. It is where I hear the infectious laughter of my beautiful cousin angel, rummaging about little things and asking the funniest questions. Home is where I wake up and finding my cold milo on the table, that has been sitting there for hours. Home is where, during sundays, mommy would cook the most delicious sinigang, and my friends inviting themselves over for a nice lunch over coke and asap. Home is where I could share comfortable silence with anyone, without much effort on what to say. Home is where I see myself dreaming endlessly, and even if I am thousand miles away, my dreams travel the distance.
Having said all these, it doesn't necessarily mean that I am not having the time of my life away from home. I am. And I know that when the final time comes that I would be packing up my luggage, I am certain that I will be coming home with full smiles, knowing that I was able to explore a thousand different events, looked at the sky from a different perspective, heard the waves from a different point of reference.
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Ah, I might have drank a little too much caffeine, or perhaps, I am just a little overwhelmed with the things that's been happening around me. The uncertainties, the surprises, the tests. Yesterday, someone went back home. Soon, one by one, all of us will have to leave this place. And who knows when and where we will see each other again... the finish line? Maybe.
But I am certain, that all of us will find our way back home. Sooner or later. We will.
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