February 2 Second Part of 3 Christening

It took a while for me to continue with this series because I intended to post pictures of that happy occasion. My little brother's kid was christened on this same day. Almost everyone of us sibs who are here in the Pinas were there, and there were pictures. Now I'm dead. I'm very dead. Little sister Sarah was the official self appointed photographress of of the event. I borrowed the memory card of the digicam (because I'm the only one left, I think, who does not own a decent digicam huwaaaa!) so I could upload the pictures, and with it such a very small little thing I lost/misplaced it somewhere in the house and I am so so dead! Huwaaaa!

Anyhoot, the event was done at little brother's wifey's place. A new church was being built in their community, so it was there that the baptism took place. Add to the fact that it was convenient since it was also the fiesta of the whole Jaro district, so the reception was also done at their house, to coincide with the fiesta. There were ten thousand ninong and ninangs, and a hundred thousand babies baptized there at the same time. Hehehehe. I was not thinking of anything but the thought of baby MJ's christening that day, but no. Some things really have to happen. BULL!

MJ, the baby's name stands for Marcial Jephesen. Marcial from his dad's name (little brother is Marcial III so he was short of becoming IV) and Jephesen from dont ask me where because no one could give me a decent answer. Hehehehe. When we came to the church, I was holding baby MJ, because, well *snicker* I have a way with babies, and at that time, since it was so hot and the baby was all bothered, I was the only one who could miraculously keep it quiet. Ehem! Daddy skills at its best.

As I have said, there were a hundred thousand babies to be baptized that day too, and the priest was calling out the names of the kids, and asking the groups to line up along the aisle. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted him. He was holding a baby too. Then, a swet angelic voice called out "Tito Luis! Tito Luis!" F*CK! It's him!

Let's just call him MG. Short for Married Guy. You see, during my heydays, I had a string of relationships with married guys. He was one of the last ones. I still think they're the best lovers. If you discount the fact that the relaionship will go no where as you could only have affairs with them, they give the best "affair" for whatever it is worth. The secrecy, the illicitness and of course the intensity and passion in love making. After all, it's like a drink of fresh, albeit prohoibited, sparkling and clear water for them. I understand how it must be. For someone who wants dick, and is stuck with pussy, I know how it must feel. I am not very proud of this part of my life, but I have no regrets either. I used to think that I was doing them a favor. You'r husband wants dick, you have pussy; I provide, you stay together, simple as that. Well, you see, I knew my place. I knew that there will never be anywhere to go with them married guys. I do not fancy myself "replacing" the wifey. No sire, I was content with what there was to it. Cutting my reverie short, a little hand tried grasping my elbows, as I was holding MJ with both hands. I looked down to see how big the kid has grown. MG's kid. "Tito Luis, tito Luis, up! Please?" Then when he saw me holding a baby, he pouted and said "Just like Daddy!" and sulked. My heart lurched. MG approached to take his kid away. He smiled and asked "Yours?" I smiled and just then, little brother's wifey came to take MJ away. When kiddo saw my arms empty, he jumped right up, and snuggled. GOD! I missed this sweet little kid. When his Daddy and I were still together, he woould really cuddle up to me. Toldya I had a way with kids! "Tito Luis, how come you don't go to the house anymore? Come with us later. There's a party there. I'm kuya now. Let's play again. Please? SHEEESH! How old was he now? He can talk in straight sentences now. How long ago was it? Then MG said "Baby, come down. You are too heavy na. You will crumple Tito Luis' barong. You'r a kuya now!" I saw him pout, gave one last tight squishy hug, and followed his dad, jumping down from my arms. How do I tell you that you we're the reason why I stopped seing your Daddy? I do not want you to grow up with resentment once you discover what Tito Luis and Daddy does when they are all alone? I saw MG's wifey smilling and waving at me from their spot. She was holding their new kid. I waved backed. I mouthed that I was here for little brother's kid's baptism. She smiled. I looked at MG. He was at a loss. I gave him a hug. A tight one. I congratulated him. All through out the ceremony, he was stealing glances at me. Shall I say, I remember the boy, but I don't remember his penis anymore? I mean feelings... sorry! Hehehehehe. And as Dyosa puts it, then again, its just penis, nothing more than penis, I mean, feelings...

As they say, life goes on, and as the babies cried and wailed while being baptized, MJ was quiet and complacent. I was able to put him to sleep before that. I must say there is something else that I wished I could have put to sleep, right there and then. Whatever that was, your guess is as good as mine. After all the ceremonies, I was first to leave the church. I quickly stepped right up the car and waited for everyone to pile up. I could see MG, holding the new baby, and being congratulated by his new kumpares and kumares, but I also see him looking everywhere as if looking for someone. He was not holding the baby all too well, or maybe the baby was just pissed with all the attention it is being showered, that it was crying in iritation. People started getting up the car. My attention was brought back to the current task at hand by a fine pinch at the side from little Sister Sarah, whom I didn't notice going inside the car already and was seated at the back of the driver's seat, directly behind me. I was surprised. "Oh! Why are you seated there. You were seated beside me sa passenger's seat earlier ah!" She gave me a wink, said "someone else requested the honor to sit beside you. Well, I am a very easy girl to talk to you know", and winked again and as I looked beside me, I see the passenger side door open, and one of the kumpare's came to sit beside me. It was the annoying chubby guy who was one of the ninongs. I do not know why my sister keeps pushing me with this self absorbed snob! All throughout the ride back to the reception, he was lecturing me and giving me unsolicited driving tips and advice, while I was deep in my thoughts, with MG in the past.

Sorry, no pictures showing me in my gorgeous lilac barong. Not until I could find that memory card and save myself from sure death! WAAAAAH!!!


Photo Credits:

www.suncreekumc.org

February 2 First Part of 3 Viva Candelaria

Yesterday was the feast day of the Nuestra Senyora de la Candelaria. It was the feast day of the whole Jaro District. Perhaps, among all the feast days in the island of Panay, this is the most spectacular and the most glamorous of them all. The feast is complete with the traditional Jaro Agro-Industrial Fair and Carnival, which starts as early as December and occupies the whole Jaro Plaza grounds. There are plant sales, booths, kiosks, and a carnival in the fair. The Jaro Fiesta also features a grand parade of beauties and the coronation of both the Jaro Fiesta Little Queen during the Grand Children Fantasy Ball, and the Jaro Fiesta Queen. Becoming the Jaro Fiesta Queen is a much coveted distinction for the families and scions of Jaro, and many a great daughters have become Jaro's Shining Flame and Beacon of Pride and Beauty for the night, counting among them, daughters from the Lopezes, Sen. Villar's own daughter, and this year, Jose Mari Chan's daughter. The coronation night is also a well attended event, with politicians, scions of rich families and what not's in attendance during the lavish and spectacular event.


Taking Center stage of course is the icon of the miraculous Nuestra Senyora de la Candelaria, housed in the front niche, in a shrine atop a balcony in front of the cathedral. Pope John Paul II has crowned the image himself, and proclaimed her as the patroness of the Whole Western Visayas, which in effect, makes February 2 the feast day of the whole Western Visayas for that matter.



The image was said to be found by a native fisherman on the banks of Iloilo River, and was only the size of an 8oz bottle but was very very heavy, but according to stories and personal account, continued to grow bigger and bigger, until it could not fit in its main altar on the front retablo inside the church, and had to be placed outside in a shrine where it is located to date. Miraculous cures were also reported, as well as the apparition of a mysterious lady bathing a child was also reported. Henceforth, a spring spewed forth gushing waters that have been said to have curative properties. At such times when the lady is said to have bee seen, the image in front of the Church pediment would disappear and a thick gof would cover the area. The spot is within the Jaro Plaza grounds and is now fenced in, and considered a pilgrimage shrine, neglected, and very very dirty, as it is used by some people who roam the plaza's at night as a spot to do drugs and what not's or to do carnal activities. The last time I went to the plaza for the agro-industrial fair, I was with a friend, and I pointed out the spot to her. Much to my shame and humiliation, I had to warn her not to go there because it was dangerous, and very very dirty. To date, the image of Our LAdy of Candles has grown from barely a feet tall to a whooping 6feet, and is said to still be growing. If you ascend the steps to the image, you would be able to see the original frame where the statue was first placed.


As a personal devotion to the great Goddess in her form as Our Lady Of Candles, I too visit the miraculous virgin and was one with the faithfulls. I had dinner and good talk with EC's dad in their home. Remember EC? My special guest during the opening of the Nude Photo Exhibit? His dad was a wonderfull and gracious old chum. He is a great businessman, and a wonderful teacher. After that, I headed back to the plaza for the fireworks. It was a great day, and more importantly, a meaningful one for me. After all, Candlemas, (catcholic) or Imbolc (Wiccan) as was celebrated yesterday was a day to celebrate light. A day for illumination and elnightenment, and indeed, it was for me. I will post more on Imbolc and enlightenment during the later part of this three part blogpost. Meanwhile, VIVA LA VIRGEN DE LA CANDELARIA!



Photo Credits:

http://www.fortunecity.com/silverstone/saab/69/9%20days.htm
http://www.flickr.com/photos/mic_cal
http://catholicpilgrim.org/?p=121

And it comes down to this...

Before anything else, let me say that I'm doing this blog post because writing has always been my release. It is not meant to earn sympathy from collaterals or innocent bystanders, but to serve perhaps as an epitaph to a friendship that I gravely mourn the loss of. It is not even meant to be a defense statement, a rejoinder or anything. I just want to write it as a chronicle. Writing as forgetting, perhaps, as Sir John Barrios would put it, or writing as immortalizing, as I would contradict. Allow me to depress you a bit, as being depressed is a major understatement to how I feel right now.

If you have been paying attention to earlier blog posts, you'd know whom I'm taking about, but to protect ( as if ) the identities of people involved in this brouhaha, let me 'codify' them here.

She's the bff of an ex. We met through the ex, and I believe, forged a friendship all our own. so let's call her BFF, then. What sealed perhaps, the friendship was that fateful night, when, against the advices of my ex (who was her BFF) I urged her to go for a relationship that would be her first non-heterosexual, or perhaps, her first, per se. When the ex and I began falling out, she would fish me from my misery and always, always listened to me. I could not emphasize this more but let me say that again, She always listened to me. When ex and I finally parted ways, no make that, when ex finally decided to leave me there in the middle of nowhere, she became my sounding board. From the start, I have always struggled against the fact that she was, is, and will always be my ex's BFF, but against better judgments, I chose to continue the friendship, because I genuinely care about her, and in gratitude perhaps for her being there for me too.

Now, one of the reasons I decided to take that ramp up job in that BPO last December, was because, I met some good people there, through her, and with a commonality with her since she works there. This is my big big big fault. To make the long story short, I was so comfortable with people around her whom she introduced to me, that one time, while talking to one of them friends, I unwittingly slipped, and "outed" her to one of them. To make matters worse, she was a cousin of hers. Immediately, soonest I could, I informed BFF of my slip up. I told her that I take full responsibility for the slip up and that I had no other defense, because I know that it's my fault, no matter how honest a mistake that was. Later, cousin told me that I shouldn't have told BFF that I slipped because it doesn't really matter to her, and she loves and accepts her no matter what. Then again, I reckon that admitting my mistake upfront is the thing to do. Yes, I could have covered up, but no, it was the right thing to do. I asked BFF if we could talk about it, but she said she needed time to process everything. I told her that I'm ready for the consequences of my actions and I respect her need for time and space. It was not about people accepting her, says BFF, it's about her not being ready for it. Granted.

I even offered to resign, if that would make her feel better, which, in retrospect, what I should have done. It just can't be helped that we'd be bumping into each other. It sinks my spirit when I see her about and she gives me the cold shoulder, but there is nothing I can do. She kept me in the dark. Meanwhile, common friends who know about our friendship keep asking me if there was anything wrong, why all of a sudden, there seemed to be a rift between us. At first, I answered, "just ask her." Until I could bear it no more. I unburdened to some select people.

Meanwhile, some other things happened between the client of the account, who happened to be a "Coffee buddy" way before I entered the job, and some key people in the office. It was all about some of them saying some things about the client that I unfortunately relayed to him, thinking, that before he became my boss, he was, first and foremost, my friend. However, what I told him, which, by the way, these people are actually flaunting around the office, flagrantly and with impunity, was blown out of proportions. Actually, he confronted the people I named about what I told him, and named me.Of course, they denied saying it. If I could clearly remember with certainty, there would be other people I could name who say the same thing in effect, but I named only those who, as far as my memory serves me, said what they said. I do not know where or why it came to, that my issue with BFF got dragged along with it. Say it with me. SHIT HAPPENS! To this very hour, I maintain, that I only said what I heard them say. Wherever we would come to, I will maintain that they said what I said they said, because they said that to me, and that is not hearsay. Even bullshit client, whom I daresay, handled the information stupidly, said that I am not the first to tell him things like that, and I will not be the last. True indeed, I can name more people who said what they said, or something to that effect, or worse. Sad thing is, it's a pack out there. Tribesmen. I cannot even talk to those I consider "friends" in fear of being more misunderstood than it already is.

Now, she kept me in the dark for more than a month. One fine Sunday, when things were blowing over on that other front, BFF texted me, saying she's ready to talk! That was a relief! More than ever, I needed her friendship now. I needed her to listen, not necessarily come to my aid or be with my side. After all, it was the client who supposedly dragged this issue over. However, later in the afternoon, she canceled saying she had an important thing to take care of. I know better, but silently acquiesced.

I'm not really one to hang things over and dwell. I wanted to resolve this, but as is my self imposed penance, it is not my place to demand resolution, or closure. No matter how it tore me apart, I waited for her to break her silence. Perhaps, it was unwise, to seek out to unburden after being repeatedly assaulted by questions from "well-meaning" people about the coldness and rift, but then again, I am not one to drag, and I needed my balms and salves as much as she did. I did what I knew best. Unburden. My only fault is in trusting the wrong friendships. Mea Culpa, even so. All the while I was waiting for her to confront me, meet up, and talk...Her and me... because, well, that's what friends do when they are in this situation.

Now, tonight, she texted me. I did not save the whole conversation, but the whole point of the exchange was this: She wanted answers. I refused to discuss over text and reiterated the, perhaps, long overdue and badly needed talk. For the life of me, I don't know why she skirts it and keep telling me that I am not in the position to demand anything on how to go about this shit, and with all the "I'm the victim" "What did I do to you, to get this from you" "I'm more pained than angry" "You have not answered any of my questions" and all that jazz yada. I calmly told her over and over again that we need to meet up and talk. That's what friends do. Until I snapped and stopped being so nice. I told her... If you want your answers, I have them. Talk to me. I can grab a taxi right here, right now, and go to where you are. Then onwards, the text exchange just got cyclic. So I told her, were going 'round in circles. As the final piece of patience blew off I texted. "It would be much much more painful if you hear me say this to you, that hey, this is not all about you. You took a whole month to think this through right? Tell me... When you were doing that, did you think of how I must be feeling too? Ever?" and something like "all the while I was here, ready to answer you, waiting and still waiting to talk to you. You chose to get your answers elsewhere. Now, do you still want to listen to me, or are you satisfied with what you have from people you chose to listen to? If you have cast judgment on me, I accept that. I have been called much worse." Oh I forgot to tell her, that she pained me a lot, coz I expected her to understand how I hate hangs, because, it was one among the things I always complained about the ex who was her BFF. How could she exactly do that same thing? If at all, I was thankful that the whole ordeal with the ex is over and expired, now what the fuck? It's like the ex all over again! I forgot! They are, BFF's, afterall. She kept asking why I had to hurt her like this? I say I did not hurt you, and I never intended to. Of course I stopped myself short of telling her that she is actually the one hurting herself, and me, by refusing to talk this out. If only she met up and talked to me I would have laid it thick! Very thick. Issue by issue. One by one. So much so that a simple text conversation will not do. In the end, she finally said gudnyt and take care. To which I replied "Your refusal to talk says everything.It may not mean anything to you but im going thru this because I care a lot for u and I love you. then again, as u said, u call the shots." To which she replied "when I said take care of urself, I mean it, be well." And in turn, I said "When I said I care a lot for you, and I love you, I also mean it." End of text exchange.

That settles it, I guess. She had made her decision. I respect that. Now for the sake of what Bamboo said "Much have been said", here are the last few things that, as Lola Alanis thinks "You Oughtta know."

1. At the outset, if we talked, things wouldn't have been blown out of proportions, but up to the very last moment, she rebuffed.

2. Up until now, I never questioned how she silently dealt with the issue, so in turn, it should not be a question why I sought to unburden, in coping with the issue the way I knew how to. Besides, refer to #1

3. Painful as it is, this is not all about you. I had a stake in this too. I felt things too. You wallowed too much. I am a big bitch, but I do not do this to people I care about but hey, can you spell self absorbed? Too hard? Try selfish...

4. In law, people who admit their criminal liabilities get lower punishments. It is a mitigating circumstance. If it's a first, there's probation. I got a crucifixion by you when you slapped in my face that it is not my place to demand how to go about with this issue. Again, refer to #3. Then again, if you need a scapegoat, feel free to use me. Problem is, you will have to get a number and fall in line.

5. This is really the heart of the issue. This is very hard so please, brace yourself. It is not me who decided for you to have a lesbian/bisexual relationship. You did! Including the decision to stay in the closet. It may be harsh and bull of me to say this, but hey, I did you a favor. I bought you breathing space. You may not see it now, but really, soon, you will see what I mean. What made you think no one knew? What made you think you were "discreet"? Until when do you intend to run away and hide from it all? That is why there's a need for #1 because it boils down to clearing the murky broth that many hands stirred. After all, this is between the both of us. This is what friends do.

Now, music please...



Tangina ang gwapo ng lead sa video na to.. shet! Ahmmm sori, I zoned out for a while there! Distraction kasi ang linkin park eh... now where was I.


So perhaps... Godspeed and fare thee well. It was all good. I tried for the truth, but as it is, some people just can not take the truth as it is. From the core of my heart and soul, I love you, and pray for your happiness. I will miss you. Goodbye...

Smell me!

Change program muna for this blog post.

Lagi na lang kwentong nakakadepress or what nots ang laman ng blog ko lately. For a change, konting kakikayan muna.

I read somewhere in a heterosexual magazine that Male perfumes were made for Males to like, and Female perfumes were made for Females to like, so if you wanna attract the opposite sex, then you should wear perfumes meant for them to like. Meaning, kung babae ka at gusto mo makabingwit ng kelot, wear ka ng perfume na pang kelots, and vice versa. I don't know if that's true, kasi, as for me, I like wearing scents that smell and feel good on me. I wear perfume for myself and no one else, kahit pa sabihin nating after quite sometime, you get used to the scents, and won't be able to smell yourself anymore. Anyhoot, here are some of my favorite scents, in no particular order. The first part consist of male fragrances, and the second part are fragrances for women, but I lourve wearing. Almost all of them, I have owned and used in the past.

Smell me!

MALE FRAGRANCES

Cool Water by Davidoff

This reminds me of a formal, yet enchanting dinner for two, with matching candle lights and a personal violin player. When I feel a bit romantic and all dreamy, I use this for the evening. I'm sure marami ang mag aagree na ansarap sarap mo amoy amuyin pag naka Cool water ka!

Hugo Boss

Pag ka spray ko pa lang neto, I remember late night romps, sweaty sexy slammin' on the dance floor, and wild party! This has been an enduring favorite for me. I use this when I wanna feel adventurous and a little bit wild. Medyo strong nga lang sya, pero di ba nga, a Boss has to be strong and at times, overwhelming?

Freedom for Men, by Tommy Hilfiger

I love the sporty vibe of this scent. Feeling anlinis linis ko pag gamit ko to. Sporty sya pero hindi musky. Medyo citrusy sya at me konting floral hint. This is the scent I use if I feel like I'm the little boy blue sakristan mayor that I was way back then, once more. It brings back a lot of memories, perhaps my whole year as a green archer in Bacolod, kasi this was the scent I was using way back then eh. It was love at first whiff for me.

CK One By Calvin Klein

Madaming imitations na ang lumabas na cheaper alternative ng fragrance na to, which is just proof kung gaano ka best seller ang pabangong to. Meron nga pati Green Cross ng Alcologne na same ang amoy, but nothing beats the real thing ika nga. Pag naka CK One ako, feeling classic ako, and yes, very delectable. Vanilla any(CK)one?

Aspen Cologne by Coty

Hindi sya perfume. Cologne lang sya pero ambango bango talaga. Bata pa lang ako, meron na yata nito and this is such a classic scent. Lalaking lalaki, clean cool and crisp, hindi masangsang ang pagka musky nya. When I put on this perfume, feeling corpo dude ako. Add to the fact na medyo mura lang ang scent na to compared to other designer brands, kaya its a very great buy kung medyo budjei ako but still want to smell nice.

SPECIAL MENTION

Cologne by Cologne

Years back, binigyan ako ng tita ng isa kong ex ng original na cologne na ito from Cologne Germany. Shala shala lang dahil ang mahal mahal daw nito. In fairy tales naman, ambango bango nga nya. Napa exhilirating ng amoy na parang... basta di ko ma explain! Ambango talaga!

FOR WOMEN:

Gumagamit din ako ng pabangong pambabae kasi, wala lang, gusto ko ang amoy. Walang kokontra. Here are some of my favorites.

Pleasures for Women by Estee Lauder

Masarap amuyin, pang girl sya pero di masyadong murey na murey or girlalet na girlalet. Hindi rin sya amoy pokpokin or bilat na bilat. Basta, gustong gusto ko ang amoy ng pabangong to. Naiinis nga minsan ang mga little siters ko kasi nakikispray ako neto sa kanila kaya mabilis maubos. Merong version ang pleasures na panlalake at mabango din sya pero mas gusto ko pa rin ang pambabaeng version. Eh mabango sya eh. Hindi masyadong floral. Tamang sweetness lang. I love!

Romance for Women By Ralph Lauren

Niregaluhan minsan ng isang boypren (na ngayon ay ex na nya) nya ang little sister Sarah ko ng isang buong gift set ng pabangong ito. Pag naaamoy ko sa sisteraka ko to, bangung bango ako sa kanya. Tinanong ko sya minsan kung anong gamit nyang pabango. Sinabi nya sa akin na yun nga daw yun, Romance. Sabi ko ambango bango nya talaga. Parang Jasmine na ewan. Nagnanakaw nakaw ako spray nun kasi gustong gusto ko sya, at nagagalit nga ang sisteraka kasi bigay nga ni jowa. Then one time, mega give ni sisteraka ang buong gift box set sa akin. In fairytopia, meron pang isang maliit na bote dun at hindi pa naman nangangalahati ang malaking bote ng perfume. Meron ding body wash at lotion ang set. Yun pala, break na sila ni jowa at ayaw na ni sisteraka maalala. Malas nya, swerte ko! Hekhekhek. Meron ding male version nito which is Silver Romance, pero mas bet ko pa din tong pambabae. Basta, pag feeling flirty flirty ako, I use this. Tinitipid tipid ko nga eh.

Dream Angels By Victoria's Secret

Nung nanghahalungkat ako sa mga ka girlaletan na padala ng ate galing estateys, nanotice ko tong parang gift box set ng perfumes na maliliit na bottles at merong case kung saan mo ilalagay ang napili mong parang sampler bottle kaliit na perfume. Iba iba syang scents, anim yata yun or lima. Mabango naman lahat, pero favorite ko yung Halo na scent. Girly girly nga lang sya pero in fairness, feeling angel ka nga naman talaga sa line ng perfumes na to from Sikretong Malufet ni Becki! Inaabangan ko nga kung meron ulit yung mga little sisterettes ko at nang makanenok ulit hehehehe.

Happy Heart By Clinique

Fan na ako ng Clinique Happy for Women. Kahit pambabae sya, merong konting hint of musk ako na naaamoy. Pero nung lumabas ang Happy Heart, I fell in love with it. Kesehodang pang murey sya! Nung Christmas Last last year, ito talaga ang pinabili kong pabango sa ate ko nung nag padala sya ng mga regalo dito. I love the funky smell of this fragrance. Bagay pati sya sa Body Chemistry ko kasi pag naaamoy ako ng mga friends ko na girlalettes na mahilig din sa perfumes, naiiba daw ang amoy when I'm wearing it.

Shania Twain By Stetson

Sa mga box ng sister in law ko nung umuwi sila dito ng kuya ko last year, madaming mga ka girlaletan as usual. Ang mga little sisters ko naman, apaw apaw sa mga pabango at mga ka cologne-nan. Isa ito sa mga pabangong dedma nila. Wiz nila feel. Nung tinry ko ispray, nagustuhan ko sya. Alam ko na kumbakit ayaw nila sa pabangong to. Me naaamoy kasi akong musky tones at parang hint ng tobacco at medyo parang merong notes of bergamot. I like! Napaka western/country ng dating. Cowgirl ang drama! Syempre dahil reject ng mga sisteraka, akin na lang. Hehehehehe

SPECIAL MENTION

Body Mist Collection from Victoria's Secret

Walang babaeng hindi naloloka sa Body Mist Collection ng Victoria's Secret, pati Victoria's Secret Garden. Ang mga little sisters ko, halos kumpleto na lahat ng scents at halos ipaligo na ang mga pabangong ito. Syempre dahil nakikiusyoso din naman ako, nakakapag spray din naman ako ng mga to, at me paborito din naman sa series na to. Aktwali madami akong gusto sa series. Secret Crush, Passionate Kisses, Strawberries and Cream, Pure Seduction, pati yung limited edition na Grapefruit Kiss. Sabi nga ng ex ko na si Baboy, magkasing amoy daw kami ng little sister nya dahil gumagamit din ng VS Body Mist si failed sister-in-law to be. Pero ang pinaka peborit ko sa lahat at halos makipag agawan ako sa mga little sisters ko ay ito.

Sweet Temptation

Para talaga syang temptation! Amoy temptatrix talaga pag inispray mo. Kikay na kikay! Hehehehe... And not to forget na pink na pink talaga ang kulay ng body mist na to. Baklush na baklush! Hehehehehe...

Body Splash by Bath and Body Works

Ito namang series na to, para rin syang Body Mist ng Victoria's Secret. Iba lang ang theme neto. Nature nature eklat ang drama. Mga bulaklak, prutas at kung ano ano pang kaeklatan naman. Madami dami na rin ankong nasubukan sa series na to. Merong cinamon ek ek, warm vanilla sugar, pear berry, pink grapefruit, plumeria, cherry blossoms, pineapple, ginger tea, night blooming jasmine etc etc. Maganda naman sya. Not as sweet as some of the VS sprays and not as girly girlylette. Although meron namang parang lalanggamin ka na sa tamis. So far ang paborito ko sa series na ito ay this one.

Cucumber Melon from Bath and Body Works

Napaka refreshing naman kasi ng amoy. Parang ang sarap sarap mong lantakan. I love this scent!

Mabango rin ang selection from Zen Zest at ok na ok kung talagang budjei na budjei ka na.
Pwede na rin ang Johnson's Baby Cologne na Heaven.

Pero ang super winner talaga na pang kurips at budjei na budjei na pabango!

BABYFLO GREEN TEA COLOGNE o di kaya yung Watermelon. In fairness ha! I swear. Mabango sya kahit mura lang, yun nga lang it doesn't stay long.

Photo Credits:

http://www.cheap-perfume.co.uk/cool-water-by-davidoff.html
http://www.hiperfumeria.com/tabac-525oz-p-346.html
http://www.amazon.com/Freedom-Tommy-Hilfiger-Body-Wash/dp/B00021VQNC
http://reminiscent-online.com/store/index.php/cPath/1
http://hintofbeauty.com/
http://www.europeantraveler.net/te-rhine_river.php
http://perfumestore.co.nz/index.php?manufacturers_id=78&sort=5a&page=3
http://www.amazon.com/Victorias-Secret-Angels-Fragrance-Coffret/dp/B0018SYDCY
http://www.fragrantica.com/perfume/Clinique/Clinique-Happy-Heart-375.html
http://butiksaya.blogspot.com/2008/05/victorias-secret-secret-garden.html
http://www.kaboodle.com/reviews/victorias-secret-sweet-temptation-body-lotion
http://bags-bags-bags-bags.blogspot.com/2008/08/bath-n-body-works-body-splash.html

Caught Between Goodbye and...

Remember CG? That crazy guy whom I took up on a bet to be his boyfriend for a week? Well let me tell you how it ended up finally.

For starters, there was a deal breaker, actually. We were together for almost a month, an longer if I just let him have his way. However, I have always prided myself for being this one word, and it just had to stop: Decent. Yes Ladies and Gents, I am and have always been decent.

Decency: That which is proper or becoming; the quality of conforming to standards of propriety and morality; the quality of being polite and respectable; seemliness; hence, freedom from obscenity or indecorum; modesty

Before we reduce the discussion to a mere definition of terms and drag the whole thing to semantics, I say I'm decent for the following reasons:

1. I believe in love and I respect relationships.
2. I am for keeps and I do not play around once belonging to someone and intend to stay kept.
3. Even with flirtation and dipping into the dating scene, I do not play dirty.
4. Before committing, I make sure to lay down my cards on the table to avoid misread signals, undue expectations and what-nots.
5. I do not take love lightly, nor use it as a word thrown in to get almost everything.

Now where was I. Oh CG, yes!

I must say that I did have a lot of fun with him. He was warm, fun, warm, funny, warm, exciting, warm, charming, warm, and oh, did I say he was warm? Indeed! He was! I must admit, it was hard to let go of what we were having, but hey, I can not continue being in a lie. Its not right. So I did what was the right, honorable and decent thing to do.

After the expiration of the one week deal thing, he urged me that we should extend, since, well, technically, we both didn't have anyone at that time. I agreed, because, well, he was...ahmmm... warm! A little sliver of sunshine for the cold bitter nights. Yes, you guessed it right, it was his killer hugs that did me in... the longing for that warm someone holding me tight and making me feel that I am the most valuable thing in this world. GOD! I miss those hugs, but, its just not right to continue. I am keeping him from the one who truly deserves him, and in turn, depriving the one who truly deserves me.

I know from the start that he was in to me, and that is basically the reason why he was so brave and forward with the deal, however, it is not so with me. The feeling is not mutual. I respond to him from a different level. In a more carnal, physical, and maybe, psychological way, rather than emotional. I do not feel any stirrings for him, really. The song lyrics put it so succintly... "I don't wanna loose you, but I don't wanna use you, just to have somebody by my side..." and on the flip side, I don't wanna be used by him just to have me by his side.

I have struggled and labored with the decision and it was one of the harder things to do, because after all, there's no easy way to break somebody's heart. Its just not right. It is becoming a vicious cycle of needs and near desperation. God! Those hugs! That's what kept me. The way he would slide his arms around me, and own me! God! The warmth! I know I am a sucker for hugs, and he just gives the most wonderful bunch of 'em! The way those arms would enfold me, with just the right pressure... WHEW!



I have tried to be gentle and drop subtle hints that what we were having just has to stop, but he always found a way around by telling me stuff like "sige na, kahit hanggang matapos na lang ang taon pwede?" And so, came the first week of the year. Earlier that week, I have been telling him that I needed to talk to him before the week ends. He was all excited and his eyes would sparkle when I tell him that. I do not know what plays in his mind when he hears the word "talk" and it just tears me up to know that I am gonna drop the bomb on him, instantly wiping that smile upon his face. Saturday... I decided I would "talk" to him on a saturday.

Little did I know that he had something planned, and I really hated it! That day, when we met at our usual coffeeshop, he brought along a bunch of white roses (insert curse word here) and a pasta dish he took time to cook (insert stronger curse word here). Before I could even recover from the initial shock, he took a small velvet box from his pocket and produced matching sterling silver rings (summon forth your worst expletive here), hugged me (GOD! THOSE HUGS!) and said "Happy 1st Month!" I can not possibly break his heart today! GOD NO! I ain't that cruel, but I also promised myself to take care of this hang by the end of this week! I have been meaning to tell him too, that he need not pay up the "ante" money that we have agreed on. He already paid me P500.00 as some sort of a downpayment, and he promised to pay the rest when checks are finally released for the salary. I can not see me divest him of a weeks worth of salary that he has slaved over just for a silly and impertinent bet. I am not cruel, and yes sir, I am decent.

The next day, I texted him. I told him I wanted to go to church with him. At first he laughed at the idea, because he knows that I may be spiritual but not necessarily religious. He just didn't know that I needed all the strength I could get to gat this right. His eyes sparkled when he saw me wearing the ring he bought. He was wearing his too. All through out the mass, all I was asking from God was for me to be given strength to do this right.



After mass, we headed to a mall. I went straight to a silver accessories shop, and I asked him to pick a fine silver chain that he liked. He chose one and I paid for the necklace. I looked for a quiet spot in our usual coffeeshop, and as we sat down, I borrowed his ring for a while, took off my own ring, strung it on the chain, and put the chain around his neck. Then I told him "This is meant for the one who deserves you. I don't. What we are doing is wrong. Its a lie. We have to stop. Before we are in too deep and believe the lie so much that all our lives would become one big lie. Right now, I have no words to ease what you might be going through. Just the thought that this is wrong and it has to stop, CG." I can't help my tears from falling, and it feels just like a break up even if it was just a pseudo-relationship. I gave him a quick hug, and let go, before he snaps out of his stunned state, and give me back another one of his hugs that might weaken my resolve and not make me leave. Then I said, "Thank you...so much..." He replied, "No, thank you... even if I knew you never loved me, you did not try to make me believe otherwise. If this is how good it feels, I'm sure, if it was the real thing with you, it would feel so much better! Swerte naman nya kung sino man sya. Thank you for the borrowed time." Then, I borrowed his phone, showed him how I deleted my number from his phone book, and in turn, showed him how I deleted his number from mine. Goodbye CG... Be happy!

After that episode, GOD I swear I need a hug!

SO Meanwhile....





Photo Credits:

http://www.thedecent.co.uk/viewtopic.php?f=10&t=6&start=0&st=0&sk=t&sd=a
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendid=314213210
http://countrymusic.about.com/library/blviciouscyclerev.htm

Kung Hei FAT Choi

It's the Chinese New Year, and the whole Chinese community is abuzz. Pero hindi yun ang kwento ko. Hehehehe


Mega super duper gulo ng bahay these days. Wala na ang calm peaceful and serene environment. Bakit kamo? Well, umuwi na ang parents after 3 months sa estateys. Kasama nila ang big sister ko na si ate Jinky at ang tatlong chikiting nya. Si ate ang pangalawa among us broodlings and her kids Jean Jovi (obyus na ipinangalan kay papa Jon Bon) na napakagandang dalaga na, si Kyle na super kulit at ang kyut/malambing na si Erik. Riot sa bahay, and it won't be long na madadagdagan pa ang riot pag umuwi rin ang pinaka ate namin, with her hubby and her three kids din, para naman sa kasal ng kuya ko, na uuwi din with his wifey and his two kids. Kaya mas lalong super mega labu-labo sa haybols when that happens.


Umaga pa lang, kakalampagin na ako ni Kyle sa kwarto. Sya ang pinaka unang 'tao' na gumigising sa aming lahat. Syempre, gising pa ako by that time or patulog pa lang. Maglalambing na sya na ipaghahanda ko ng kanyang breakfast kasi nga daw "Cereals always taste better when 'uncle whatever' serves it." Uncle whatever ang tawag nya sa akin kasi nga daw confused sya kung ano ang itatawag sa akin. Naririnig nya daw kasi na tinatawag ako ng mga younger sibs ko na "Manoy" (kuya) at me tumatawag lang din sa nickname ko, or "toto" or langga, at inuutusan din syang tawagin ako na Manoy, kuya, tito at uncle, kaya na kompyused ang bata at hindi alam kung ano ang itatawag sa akin, kaya yun "uncle whatever" cute di ba?

Susunod na mangangalampag ang beybi na si Erik. Fun daw si uncle kasi ako lang ang nakikipagharutan sa kanya kasi nga yung mga 'girls' hindi nga naman pwedeng makipag royal rumble dahil mga dalaga nga at me mga 'delicate parts' na pinoprotektahan, kaya ako ang paborito nyang gawing trampoline at kung anu-ano pang horseplay. Hehehehehe...

Tapos si Jean Jovi, magpapadownload ng kung ano anong mga ka eklatan, at makikipag usap ng mga ka girlaletan, including the twilight series, na magkukunwari naman akong nagustuhan ko kahit sukang suka ako sa pagka trashy soft porn teenage eklavu ng series. Ayoko naman maging kontrabida sa mga chuva ng nagdadalagang pamangkin kaya, go lang ng go.

SI Ate Jinky na siguro ang pinakapaborito kong kapatid sa lahat. Syempre walang may nakakaalam na pamilya ng blog na to kaya, kebs. Hehehehe. Sya kasi yung may pinakamadramang mga tagpo sa buhay at nakakarelate ako kahit kumpetensya sya for the "Best in Original Script" sa buhay. Basta, labs na labs ko si ate Jinky.

Ebribadi hapi naman. Ang dalawa kong little sisters, abala sa mga kagirlaluhan na dala ni ate. Pati na yung bagong mga gadgets, laptop, psp, iphone, digicam at kung anek anek. . Meron din mga gadgets si little brother at hindi na makausap at hindi alam kung alin ang uunahin sa ps3, psp at wii na mga games na dala para sa kanya. Hindi naman ako naiingit kasi di naman ako techy talaga. Happy na ako sa isang buong "Twilight" series, ang last book sa Harry Potter na ngayon ko pa lang talaga mababasa, ilang pirasong Armani Exchange na shirt, South Pole na sweatshirt at pants (kasi feeling ng nanay ko teenager pa ako kaya mga emo-emohan at punk punkan na mga bagay ang dala for me) at sa mga lambing at yakap ng mga kyutipie ko na mga pamangkin.

Kahapon, nagbobonding kami ng pinakabunso namin, kasama si Jean Jovi. Medyo hirap sa adjustments si little sister kasi nga, hindi na pwedeng nandito sa bahay lagi si boypren kasi andito na nga ang parents at angulo-gulo na nga dito sa haybols. Nagpagusapan ang love love lagablab, at ang kalechehan na kung tawagin ay "BALENTAYMS!" Olats nanaman this year kasi wala nga akong date. Walang prospect. Wiz!



Kaninang umaga, nagsisigaw si Jean Jovi na kinakatok ang pintuan ko. Lumabas naman agad ako para malaman kumbakit apurado ang lola. Excited na excited ang lola at may pajump jump pa na nalalaman sabay hila sa akin pababa sa dining area.

Shock!


Me red roses sa mesa, isang malaking box ng tikoy at isang net ng maliliit na mga oranges na nakapatong at isang pulang sobreng ampao. Para daw sa akin. Tinanong ko kung kanino galing. Me dumaan daw kanina na naka kotse, pinabibigay daw for me. Kung Hei Fat Choi daw. Ayaw sabihin ang pangalan, basta ibigay na lang daw sa akin. Tinanong ko kung ano description. Chubby daw na insik. Tinutukso tukso na ako ni Jean Jovi... mukhang magkakabalentayms date na daw ako! Sino ba daw?

Tangina! Eh halos lahat ng mga nagugustuhan ko eh tabatchoy na insik eh! Sino ba sa kanila?

Toink!


Binuksan ko ang ampao, na merong bagong P100 bill na malutong lutong pa, nilantakan ang orange at tikoy, at iniakyat sa kwarto ang mga roses. Kung sino ka man, maraming salamat at Kung Hei FAT Choi! Saka na nating pagusapan ang Bale-balentayms na yan. [=)

Photo Credits:

http://www.patchun.com.hk/english/cny_nian_gao.html
www.pinoyexchange.com
http://xkcd.com/223/
http://www.rapides.k12.la.us/chapmanm/Winter%20Fun.htm

Posible

Posbile bang mawalan ng broadband connections ng mahigit sanlingo?


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Posible bang mawalan na lang ng gana sa dami ng kwentong gusto mo na sana i-post kaya wag na lang?

Posible bang mapikon sa rason nila na nag si-systems upgrade?

SA GLOBE


POSIBLE!

NAKNAMPUTCHA NAMAN GLOBE OH!