What's worst than being single on Valentine's Day?
To be stuck in a seminar about interest rate derivatives and financial math on Valentine's Day from 1pm to 9 in the evening.
Hahaha. I kid. Well, partly. I'm ok with not having a significant other on V Day, but I'm not exactly thrilled with my seminar schedule.
So, anyway, because of said seminar, I won't be able to update my blog for the next 2 weeks or so. I'll try my best, though. =)
Advance Happy Valentine's Day! I guess there's enough mush in my blog to give you that mood for luuurve... or not.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
My Valentine's Song
LOST IN YOU - Ash
Lying wide awake under strange skies
Wanting to call you but it is late at night
And you’re far away but you are always on my mind
I feel like I’m on fire, nothing I can do
I’m troubled with doubt, though I know it is not true
And it’s times like these when I’m dying to speak to you
I’m dying to get through
I’m dying to speak to you, dying to get through
I’m dying to speak to you
Staring at the wall, I sink inside
I think about it all, I get caught up in my life
I can’t think straight, because it’s tearing up my mind
I feel like I’m on fire, nothing I can do
I’m troubled with doubt, though I know it is not true
And it’s times like these when I’m dying to speak to you
Dying to get through
Dying to get through
The more that I think how I need you
The more that I think, the more it seems true
And now it means more than I ever meant it to
Ever meant it to
Lying wide awake under strange skies
Wanting to call you but it is late at night
And you’re far away but you are always on my mind
You are always on my mind
You are always on my mind
You are always on my mind
Lying wide awake under strange skies
Wanting to call you but it is late at night
And you’re far away but you are always on my mind
I feel like I’m on fire, nothing I can do
I’m troubled with doubt, though I know it is not true
And it’s times like these when I’m dying to speak to you
I’m dying to get through
I’m dying to speak to you, dying to get through
I’m dying to speak to you
Staring at the wall, I sink inside
I think about it all, I get caught up in my life
I can’t think straight, because it’s tearing up my mind
I feel like I’m on fire, nothing I can do
I’m troubled with doubt, though I know it is not true
And it’s times like these when I’m dying to speak to you
Dying to get through
Dying to get through
The more that I think how I need you
The more that I think, the more it seems true
And now it means more than I ever meant it to
Ever meant it to
Lying wide awake under strange skies
Wanting to call you but it is late at night
And you’re far away but you are always on my mind
You are always on my mind
You are always on my mind
You are always on my mind
Friday, February 9, 2007
Open Letter
Dear you:
What the hell is UNFORTUITOUS supposed to mean?! Fortunate is not synonymous with fortuitous, not in the context that we are discussing it anyway, so putting an un- to fortuitous does not make the word mean “unfortunate”. Fortunate means unexpected good luck while fortuitous means happening by chance or it is something unforeseen. So while coup d’etat or typhoons or the likes are by no means unfortunate events, they are not "unfortuitous" events. Get it? GET IT?
Check your obligations and contracts. Better yet, check the dictionary.
What the hell is UNFORTUITOUS supposed to mean?! Fortunate is not synonymous with fortuitous, not in the context that we are discussing it anyway, so putting an un- to fortuitous does not make the word mean “unfortunate”. Fortunate means unexpected good luck while fortuitous means happening by chance or it is something unforeseen. So while coup d’etat or typhoons or the likes are by no means unfortunate events, they are not "unfortuitous" events. Get it? GET IT?
Check your obligations and contracts. Better yet, check the dictionary.
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Joy!!!
Joysimbs,
It was only now that I truly realized – you’re leaving.
Well, it’s not as if you’ll be gone for good, or that we won’t get in touch. But knowing that you’re a thousand miles away instead of being just a phone call or text message away, it makes a lot of difference. I am going to miss our impromptu shopping, and the pleasure of knowing that I can always call on you to go with me on gigs, and the sudden coffee breaks or eating out. I am going to miss the person who appreciates my weirdness and obsessions, the friend who knows how to listen and to offer sensible advices, the one who has a lot of hidden talents, like twisting a cherry stick on her mouth.
I realized I have yet to drive you around, and that we have yet to go to Ilocos, that we haven’t watched Kasal, Kasali, Kasalo, that we haven’t gone back yet to our review school. But there is always next time, and I’m looking forward to you coming back.
I am going to miss you, bru. But I’m glad that you’re a thousand miles away and that you’re going to have a really incredible experience. I’ll pray for your safety there and that you find the “answers” you’re looking for. Know that I’m always here for you, no matter what. Ingat!
It was only now that I truly realized – you’re leaving.
Well, it’s not as if you’ll be gone for good, or that we won’t get in touch. But knowing that you’re a thousand miles away instead of being just a phone call or text message away, it makes a lot of difference. I am going to miss our impromptu shopping, and the pleasure of knowing that I can always call on you to go with me on gigs, and the sudden coffee breaks or eating out. I am going to miss the person who appreciates my weirdness and obsessions, the friend who knows how to listen and to offer sensible advices, the one who has a lot of hidden talents, like twisting a cherry stick on her mouth.
I realized I have yet to drive you around, and that we have yet to go to Ilocos, that we haven’t watched Kasal, Kasali, Kasalo, that we haven’t gone back yet to our review school. But there is always next time, and I’m looking forward to you coming back.
I am going to miss you, bru. But I’m glad that you’re a thousand miles away and that you’re going to have a really incredible experience. I’ll pray for your safety there and that you find the “answers” you’re looking for. Know that I’m always here for you, no matter what. Ingat!
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Short Notes
Lips Of An Angel
…I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
I really want to hate this song, because it gives a bad meaning to angels (and you know how much I love songs about, ehem, “angels”!). But I like it in that ouchy sort of way, you know?
***
Insecurity
Sometimes I wonder how some people can give me their vote of confidence when I couldn’t even muster even half of what they’ve shown me towards myself. I know it’s supposed to make me feel better, but sometimes it just adds up to the pressure.
I’m scared, and I feel so insecure right now. I’ve always been this way, and although before I hated myself for my insecurities, I am now learning to live with this unconfident part of me. I’ve faced scarier and tougher situations before, and I’ve managed to live, whether I had succeeded or failed.
As the cliché goes, what doesn’t kill you will only make you stronger.
***
Bitch, Please
You send me a smile because I viewed your profile about 4 to 6 months ago? And you’re sending it to me for that reason alone? And that you learned who I was “too late”?
Do I look stupid to you?
***
Finally gotten around to updating my blog, even if I don't really have anything to say. =)
The Picture That (Almost) Overshadowed Book 7
Time to ogle, ogle, ogle. It's like being "Stupefied".
I called it first, ladies. I want to marry this boy.
I called it first, ladies. I want to marry this boy.
Hula Hula Who!
The things you find when you cleaned your room...
A poem I wrote almost 10 years ago. I wonder who can guess who my, ehem, inspiration was for this!
You’re one special person
That I’ve encountered in my life
And you’re the reason
Why I feel so right.
Then something came
That changed your ways
You thought I played a game
And mistook me for someone else.
Once you took my hand
And asked me for a dance
Your arms held me tight
As we danced through the night
But reality struck me
All the thrills have vanished
Now the truth I see
The fantasy was finished.
Was it just my imagination?
Did I misjudged your intentions?
Were you still the same person?
Or already masked by impersonation?
Your words have hurt me
But I’m not taking it against you
You’re not the same person anymore
Yet, I still love you.
...aaannd now I feel really stupid.
A poem I wrote almost 10 years ago. I wonder who can guess who my, ehem, inspiration was for this!
You’re one special person
That I’ve encountered in my life
And you’re the reason
Why I feel so right.
Then something came
That changed your ways
You thought I played a game
And mistook me for someone else.
Once you took my hand
And asked me for a dance
Your arms held me tight
As we danced through the night
But reality struck me
All the thrills have vanished
Now the truth I see
The fantasy was finished.
Was it just my imagination?
Did I misjudged your intentions?
Were you still the same person?
Or already masked by impersonation?
Your words have hurt me
But I’m not taking it against you
You’re not the same person anymore
Yet, I still love you.
...aaannd now I feel really stupid.
Addict, Schmaddict Part 2
Now I remember why I was this obsess to watch Meteor Garden!
One time last year on the way to the FX station in Ayala, I got this strange heavy feeling. I mean, I was so depressed for no apparent reason! And then I realized I was listening to “Broken Vow” on my iPod and, Oh My God! I was thisclose to crying! Since then I never listened to “Broken Vow” when I’m alone. But it sure brought back memories of Meteor Garden.
Tell me her name
I want to know
The way she looks
And where you go
I need to see her face
I need to understand
Why you and I came to an end
Tell me again
I want to hear
Who broke my faith in all these years
Who lays with you at night
When I'm here all alone
Remembering when I was your own
I let you go
I let you fly
Why do I keep on asking why
I let you go
Now that I found
A way to keep somehow
More than a broken vow
Tell me the words I never said
Show me the tears you never shed
Give me the touch
That one you promised to be mine
Or has it vanished for all time
I let you go
I let you fly
Why do I keep on asking why
I let you go
Now that I found
A way to keep somehow
More than a broken vow
I close my eyes
And dream of you and I
And then I realize
There's more to love than only bitterness and lies
I close my eyes
I'd give away my soul
To hold you once again
And never let this promise end
I let you go
I let you fly
Now that I know I’m asking why
I let you go
Now that I found
A way to keep somehow
More than a broken vow
One time last year on the way to the FX station in Ayala, I got this strange heavy feeling. I mean, I was so depressed for no apparent reason! And then I realized I was listening to “Broken Vow” on my iPod and, Oh My God! I was thisclose to crying! Since then I never listened to “Broken Vow” when I’m alone. But it sure brought back memories of Meteor Garden.
Tell me her name
I want to know
The way she looks
And where you go
I need to see her face
I need to understand
Why you and I came to an end
Tell me again
I want to hear
Who broke my faith in all these years
Who lays with you at night
When I'm here all alone
Remembering when I was your own
I let you go
I let you fly
Why do I keep on asking why
I let you go
Now that I found
A way to keep somehow
More than a broken vow
Tell me the words I never said
Show me the tears you never shed
Give me the touch
That one you promised to be mine
Or has it vanished for all time
I let you go
I let you fly
Why do I keep on asking why
I let you go
Now that I found
A way to keep somehow
More than a broken vow
I close my eyes
And dream of you and I
And then I realize
There's more to love than only bitterness and lies
I close my eyes
I'd give away my soul
To hold you once again
And never let this promise end
I let you go
I let you fly
Now that I know I’m asking why
I let you go
Now that I found
A way to keep somehow
More than a broken vow
Monday, February 5, 2007
Addict Schmaddict
The stupid things a person would do to satisfy her addictions…
What sort of madness is it to stay up until 3 in the goddamn morning just to watch Season 1 of Meteor freakin’ Garden?! And to actually do that on a Monday when the bosses from NY are coming in for a series of discussions and meetings for the next two days?
That sort of madness is mine – and it comes with a really, really bad case of headache. Gosh, it hurts like hell.
But I have no regrets, because I’m so happy and so in love right now, all because of Meteor Garden! Ang babaw at ang jologs, but who cares?!
I really don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I have been dying to rewatch the series since about 4 months ago but couldn’t find the tagalized versions (I was actually late in joining the mania when it happened a few years ago, when I get to watch the reruns during weekends, and I got hooked so bad. But I haven’t watched both seasons in their entirety). The yearning to watch grew intense and unbearable last Thursday so I went to MCS last Friday to buy the subtitled copies. Mind you, the English translations were crappy, and I think it contributed more to my headache than the lack of sleep, but I still got the gist of the story. (And Dao Ming Si and Hua Tzi Lei still look all kinds of cute and hot even with the language barrier.)
Anyway, I really want to discuss the show in details (like anyone would bother reading about a, what? 5-year old TV show?) but I’ll do it some other time when my head is clearer and when the urge to go eeeee! has subsided. But I think I’m gonna start watching the season 2 later! I must really be out of my mind…
[This is actually a call for help. I’m about to lose my head (and heart and soul and being) completely over Dao Ming Si. Somebody kill me now!]
What sort of madness is it to stay up until 3 in the goddamn morning just to watch Season 1 of Meteor freakin’ Garden?! And to actually do that on a Monday when the bosses from NY are coming in for a series of discussions and meetings for the next two days?
That sort of madness is mine – and it comes with a really, really bad case of headache. Gosh, it hurts like hell.
But I have no regrets, because I’m so happy and so in love right now, all because of Meteor Garden! Ang babaw at ang jologs, but who cares?!
I really don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I have been dying to rewatch the series since about 4 months ago but couldn’t find the tagalized versions (I was actually late in joining the mania when it happened a few years ago, when I get to watch the reruns during weekends, and I got hooked so bad. But I haven’t watched both seasons in their entirety). The yearning to watch grew intense and unbearable last Thursday so I went to MCS last Friday to buy the subtitled copies. Mind you, the English translations were crappy, and I think it contributed more to my headache than the lack of sleep, but I still got the gist of the story. (And Dao Ming Si and Hua Tzi Lei still look all kinds of cute and hot even with the language barrier.)
Anyway, I really want to discuss the show in details (like anyone would bother reading about a, what? 5-year old TV show?) but I’ll do it some other time when my head is clearer and when the urge to go eeeee! has subsided. But I think I’m gonna start watching the season 2 later! I must really be out of my mind…
[This is actually a call for help. I’m about to lose my head (and heart and soul and being) completely over Dao Ming Si. Somebody kill me now!]
Friday, February 2, 2007
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - JULY 21 NA!!!
I interrupt my hiatus from this blog to say that I'm so, so, SO HAPPY to hear the news about the release of Harry Potter book 7!!!
I'm excited, but a little bit sad, that the series is about to end. And I'm glad that I was able to persuade two more people about how fantastic the Harry Potter books are! Actually, I just lend my copies, but full credit still goes to J.K. Rowling for writing the books. =)
I'll be the first in line when Powerbooks starts accepting reservations! Woo hoo! =)
Quietus.
Nox.
(just appropriate to use this sign off again.)
[updates on my blog soon! promise =)]
I'm excited, but a little bit sad, that the series is about to end. And I'm glad that I was able to persuade two more people about how fantastic the Harry Potter books are! Actually, I just lend my copies, but full credit still goes to J.K. Rowling for writing the books. =)
I'll be the first in line when Powerbooks starts accepting reservations! Woo hoo! =)
Quietus.
Nox.
(just appropriate to use this sign off again.)
[updates on my blog soon! promise =)]
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