kai's bridal shower

>> Saturday, May 29, 2010

This was the night we pretended to be fairies and made ourselves believe that life is a fairyland and that there is always happily ever after.

Best wishes, kai. =) I hope you enjoyed the night. The colorful clues, the bubbles, the candles matched with petals and confetti, manong guard and the roses, red balloons, the love chants with an out of the ordinary choreography, the wine toast, the naughty gifts from the fairies, the cold pool water, the slimy truth or dare, the ala-showbiz central don’t tell a lie with daddy jp’s special participation, the tequila shots and of course, the fairyboys in their boxer shorts and sexy bow ties. And yes, the foods, super unlimited ‘til dawn. hay, everybody gave a wonderful share for this event: aiza,me, rose, arlene, mija, bibian but i want to give extra credit to Mother O. i don't think everything will be possible without her superpower! haha.

you do deserve a happily ever after, anyway.


can't wait to see you, CARLO DOMINGO. =)

>> Wednesday, May 26, 2010



biyaheng totoo.

>> Friday, May 14, 2010

For the continuous clamor for political change of every Filipino, this proves to be an excellent watch:

This compilation of GMA7's 10 moving stories has revealed to humankind the other side of our technically growing luxurious world. each story has left my already wounded heart grieving, this time, for my fellow Filipinos and a stained hope that this can also do wonders to the next administrators of this country. Mr. President, let them be your benchmark of success.


four good reasons why MAY smells so flowery-good.

>> Wednesday, May 12, 2010

i do not know what life would be without these people, maybe, DULL.
I super idolized this girl, young and free and principled. Oh, she’s a lot, actually, and this page isn’t enough to brag about her awe-inspiring self. She has taught me so much about life and I am always thankful to GOD for giving me a friend like her. i always tell her that she has inspired me so much and that she has made me appreciate life's imperfection, i love how she termed it "dysfunctional". i am waiting (and very much excited) to see her name in the bookshelves of National Bookstore (or sa fully-booked) because i know she has what i takes to affect people's lives. Thank you for singing Alanis’ songs for me, I love your voice. I love everything about you!

another free-spirited human being, Aien’s my college barkada and one of the closest. She’s the maarte type but there is so much about her that one will love. Kaya super love din yan ni Ate Grace. A person with a GOOD GOOD HEART, and I have witnessed that myself. I really miss our kikay moments, I hope we can spend more time together, more than the coffee talks na lagi naman namo-move. BFF for life!

Melanie, of course. We’ve shared the best of friends since first grader. She’s the school valedictorian who loves science, and now a noble teacher in a so rural area. I always tell her to move na in the city, pero lagi xang may doubts. Naku! wag ka, happy naman sa love life. and i am happy that she is. She always tell me how self-centered I am that somehow helped in improving myself. Up to now, whenever we get the chance to talk, lagi pa din nya sinasabi: "Naku, I know you, Gladi, you won’t give a care to other people as long as you’re happy." Which I guess is once true but i think, not anymore.

Tita Zeny is Aiza’s mom at higit sa lahat, Umpe ko yan! So lucky that there exists someone who has raised a so nice daughter like Aiza. Naku, stage mother talaga and very supportive kahit sa akin. lovelove. ay, she's giving me a cool headache thinking about the best present for her. hm, she has everything na naman kasi!

for giving me these people.


of Alanis and reality

>> Thursday, May 6, 2010

When i was 10, my brother’s best friend gave me a cassette tape of Alanis’ Jagged Little Pill album (maybe he noticed my obsession to her music especially with Hands in my Pocket and Head over Feet. ) Those were the years when I am so much obsessed with reality. I eat because I am hungry. I do tantrums and tell my mother the very reason why. I stop and wonder at the middle of my hiccups to ask why my tears are colored gray. And she would tell me that it’s because of the dust I had accumulated via over playing outside. I cry and tell dad that I am scared. I laugh because I am being tickled with nice humors. I sleep not because of anything else but because I am sleepy.

Some years after that, i've realized that life isn't just about the "reality" that i had believed, there is more than reality, there is something more that we need to survive reality.  that there are important things that lie between being hungry and eating. that there are reasons why i am not allowed to play outside at dusk. why i cannot have the  very red apple i want.  the acceptance didn't happen overnight, i went through a lot of process. there are a lot of pains and scars, there are a lot of weeping after every stumble. and there, i finally accepted that  i cannot just cry because  some eerie monster scared my ass. i learned that tears won't give me what i'm dying to have. i've learned to cry inside and  dry the tears before dawn and learned to get acquainted with bluish sleepless nights. My sister is right, it is a delectable rocky road, but its more than a rocky road, there are muddy trails and steepy hills  and rabbied dogs ready to gobble me up when i am least ready. and it was during these years that I have learned to appreciate Jose Mari Chan’s captivating music. He introduced to me a sweet way of defending myself from life’s imperfection. of relaxing myself because SOON, everything will be okay. and a very beautiful voice that keeps on reminding me that there exist a smooth road somewhere. and it's there waiting for me and for Dad, for Inay, for Kuya Dong, Kuya Yloy, Ate't, for Ate Vangie, for Ate Grace, for Ate Lea and yes, for Kuya Noel. A road where all of us can exclaim: Hey, at last, at long last.. HERE WE ARE!

i remember my sister in one of our sister kulitan before dozing off to sleep. Ate vangie said that she just realized that she haven't heard a crunchy laugh coming from me for the longest time and that she can no longer imagine how i sound or look like. i thought that that was crazy but maybe i was.

What is this for? Nothing. I just find it so funny that after all these years, nothing has really changed. Good Alanis still haunts me with her sense of reality. it makes me laugh. It still makes me condemn and at the same time save myself. maybe, she is right :♪ i care but i'm restless, i'm here but i'm really gone, i'm wrong and i'm sorry, baby... i'm free but i'm focused, i'm green but i'm wise, i'm hard but i'm friendly, baby  and most importantly, i'm short but i'm healthy, yeah! ♪ and Jose Mari Chan has always been around to offer me a gentle kiss to escape.

Thank you to the two of you.

And, thank you to Kuya Allan Muños. We haven’t seen each other for years (like 13 years already?) and I will surely not know where to start once I see you but I know we have volumes of things to talk about. Thank you for making me understand the true meaning of friendship. i owe that one to you.

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