27 02 2012

And ten days later, here we are, still struggling to run a regular beat for this page.

Why in the world is time so darn expensive?

One of these days I’m going to find time again. As soon as I am done with all the urgents, the deadlines and the must dos, I will write something a little more decent here.

But just so you are aware, I am crushing on Andrew Garfield. Drool.


To Facebook Or Not To Facebook

19 06 2010

That is the question … or to be more specific, that is the threat.

Ayie: Sign up or we are making you one.
Jaz: And don’t trust us when it comes to details.
Ayie: Mona will take care of infos, putting booger eating as your interest
Jaz: I’ll put your naked baby pic as your profile pic
Ayie: And your shout outs consists of telling the whole world you have explosive diarrhea

Suffice to say, even if it’s just a joke, I had to do something about it or I’ll be on edge forever. They’ve been bugging me for years and lately it has become obvious that they’re not happy in my ability to ignore their request. So around this time last week, I sat and made one. I made small crawls to the easy interface and found time flying by. So if you look at the corner (lined together with the other widgets I have) is the link where my acquaintances and friends can add me.

I was a tad surprised given that people started coming in – thanks by the way – and I enjoyed filling in the blanks.


You know what I like about facebook? The gibberish.

You can say anything brainless and pointless and it’s all good. You can be a total weirdo and boarder to creepy and no one gives as much hoot unlike what we usually experience in a blog. There you don’t have to have a reason to not be around because as simple as, “I need a yaya for my crazy 15 year old that thinks he’s 30 when he still wets his bed” is a decent entry.

I’m going to join the gibber. I’ll put some sense here and I’ll be a complete lunatic on the other one.


Let’s Shift

10 06 2010

Belated Happy Birthday Panget (a.k.a.  my brother)!  Would you believe 22 years ago from yesterday, you scared the beejesus out of us? Thought you were going to kick the bucket before we even meet each other.

I hope you liked my gift and the dish I prepared for you.


And oh yes, I am wholeheartedly sorry for bogging your mood on my last entry. Sure no one wants a downer of an article on a very good Monday. I just felt so strongly that writing my sentiments down was the only way to stop myself from snowballing, plus this is my journal first and foremost so I think it’s more than acceptable.

To make it up for anyone whom I think I unnerved and for you to know where my current mood is at, (or where I am trying to get to) I searched high and low for something funny on the net. I don’t spend much time watching YouTube video’s  (If I feel like watching I go for Discovery’s Dirty Jobs or Deadliest Catch) so this one I really included some hard work.

Give it a go.

Okay maybe you’ve already seen this but hey, I tried. Isn’t Micheal V a genius? I’m a huge fan. I’m enjoying his donuts commercial, it’s such a hoot.


I finally got that procedure I’ve been dreading to undergo. I would need to keep my left leg bandaged for one more day and I’m setting myself to a lifetime of compression so the thingy won’t come back.

To the right is (obviously) my lower extremity and to the left is the leftover meds that cost an arm and a leg, and all I was going to use was a few drops – Now what am I supposed to do with this?


I’m getting used to this vacation and just-waiting-for-money-to-arrive gig … I need to shift my frame of mind soon.

Oh well.

Currently Listening to Keane, Everybody Changes via Monster’s Riot

Coming Up

21 03 2010

Let’s try this one for size … one more time– kick, bounce, box.

I signed up for my revisit on kickboxing, I think my knee injury has fully healed and after I met with my instructor he is happy to take me in again. He noted that I lost weight; I smiled and pretended a modest shake on his compliments. I couldn’t tell him that I might switch from this to dancing very soon. This is, after all, just a hobby and I’ve been meaning to dance again.

I just have to look for my hand wraps. Where the hell did I put that thing? I don’t intend to buy a new one after I splurged on some nifty, albeit pricey, yoga pants


I found that I have several books waiting to be read. And now, I am a few hours away from shopping with a friend. One of my stop will be the bookstore.

I have around three un-purchased on my list and I am looking forward to it. I might need to drop several movie viewing, sign up for more vacation leaves and just basically clear my calendar so I can provide it ample time. Although there’s no rush and I love collecting,  I might soon need to get a new bookshelf.


I’m loving the weight lose. I’m loving that I get to wear my old razorbacks again (and getting new ones too). JC said, after pointing out to a gentleman’s magazine at a grocery store, that I should put on a bikini. Hmm, wasn’t that one of my goal after dropping the pounds?

But I still think it’s not yet time.

My imaginary cellulites have gone to vacation, so might as well look for my speedos, too.


He hasn’t lost his ability to make me laugh. I still have a vivid image of him in my head when he tried pushing a friend’s car off a one way bridge in the middle of Cagayan ‘nowhere’. It was a joke yeah, but he sure played it well – back-story, he took a wrong turn and we ended hundreds of kilometers from where we’re supposed to go. It was one tumultuous road trip, wherein he learned I can run really really fast when accosted with spiders and he can scream like a little girl in case a huge bat crash-lands on our windshield as he speeds to around 150.

He’s coming to visit, yey! And he wants me to show him around – like he hasn’t seen the place. Sure! I give him props for not feeling awkward after, ahem, the incident that didn’t yield what he thought he’d generate three years ago.  We’re still friends after all the brouhaha.

So stoked.

Currently listening to Save Tonight by Eagle Eye Cherry while the t.v. is on (mute) Discovery Channel

Fight Much

11 02 2010

I miss bickering – with anyone.

I’ve been quite nice lately and somehow people find it difficult to contradict me. And in the event my fangs come out they still choose to shut up, no one really enjoys seeing me wear my bitch on.

These are the moments when I miss my sister Kate. Man we sure have thoroughly, enjoyable and exhausting squabbles. With her, I get to cancel my edit button and just argue away. I’m talking about seriously  getting down with how well we insult each other. Kate, like me doesn’t care if words hurt, are vulgar, out of place, insipid, or just plain mean. And she secretly enjoys losing her temper on me, just as much as I do on her. Sometimes going full-Rambo at each other is so therapeutic.

I can’t just get that much entertainment with my brother … he’s a pile of sissy. He’s petrified that if he gets on my bad side (1) he gets lost in the argument of who is smarter [that’s always me, thank you very much], (2) I kick him out of the house, which is not mine and (3) I punch him square in the face and he can’t do anything about it. You see, my sister punches back and all we need is a referee … which by the way, is played well by my brother.

Sometimes I wish for a boyfriend not so much for the romantic functions, but for the frantic heaves of fighting, yelling at each other, ignoring phone calls/ text messages, wishing you’d never met each other, and finally making out – I mean making up, making up! Sheesh!

Currently listening to December by Collective Soul Hole via Launchcast

Weigh Down

4 02 2010

I’m inherently lazy when it comes to exercising.

If I lift anything heavy, it means I’m moving it. But if I’ll be standing there lifting weights for a work out and I look happy about it, that’ll be the day for you to send in a priest.

Right now my dilemma is finding a good dance studio that’s not ridiculously priced and can accommodate my schedule. So far, I haven’t found any. Although I still have a year to achieve my resolution (of getting back to dancing), I want it done soon. Why? Bikinis. Or to be more exact, boyleg and a Moroccan triangle top.

I plan to wear one this summer. Regardless if I wear it and no one sees it, I just want to wear one and see something nice. Someone decent and not seizure inducing.  A friend said I need to tone my muscles. I might have dropped the pounds but I still need to firm up – especially my thunder thighs. Lifting weights is not an option I just need to go back to dancing.

And if you insist lifting is the best and only way to tone perfectly, I’ll pick up a dumbbell alright … just so I can hurl it at you.

Currently listening to Criminal by Fiona Apple via Launchcast

A Monumental Comment‏

20 01 2010

… to a monumental waste.

I Love You, Goodbye is one of those torpid, needlessly glum movies where nothing happens for the first 100 minutes, then in the last 15 there is a series of absurd revelations that strain all credulity. It is as if the head of production (or since this is a Star Cinema product, a creative committee) reviewed the footage and said, “Nothing’s happening, just end it now.”

A celebrated writer wrote and published this statement and I couldn’t agree more.

Sad to say, this is really how Star Cinema conjures their product. A pool of writers, a head prick to tell you you can’t write, and a pin-up writer to have his name plastered on the big screen. With all their hubris and brains they still manufacture lame movies that are almost always a rehash of a famous western film.

Apart from paying shit for salary, their aimless and constant brainstorming just so they can embellish a foreign film drives me bonkers. Originality is a rarity in this production. If you push to pedal your own original story, you are both bizarre and a headache — considered unproductive. Some would argue that we are in no position to criticize when we ourselves haven’t written and produced anything. But we sure hell haven’t perpetually produced a film widely panned by people with brains … that I’d rather have. I trust that there are budding writers that are simply magnificent but because an enormous commercial machine is riding on their back, they are forced to degrade their art and skill to something idiot-Inday (stupid housemaid) can understand.

Go ahead Jessica Zafra tell them how lousy they are. And can you also write about how insipid MMFF is? Because it is.


I saw the the Golden Globes a couple of days ago and I was so stoked for having my bet win two big awards. One for Best Director-Motion Picture and second for Best Picture Motion Picture-Drama. I was rooting for them, not only because I’m a huge James Cameron and Sam Worthington fan but also because I genuinely believe they did a spectacular job that far exceeds their competition.

Wooohoo for Avatar! I can’t wait for the DVD.

Currently listening to Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden via Launchcast