> my PRIDE

I’ve not been posting for quite a while. I’m so busy with work that I can’t really find time to write. During my lunch time, I checked my multiply account and saw again the pride shirt I have long been desiring. I took time to do this. I hope you’ll like it.

These people are those that are dear to me. Crushes, friends, love ones and those I really admire.


This should have been animated but WP doesn’t seem to allow such. If you wanna see how the animated version works, check this link PRIDE TEAM.


> mag-Asian biTes tayO!

I usually attend Sunday Services at Victory Ortigas. Most of the time, I feel so hungry that I cruise for food stalls that could at least help me with my cravings and hunger. I found one that I think worthy of this entry. Located at the Ground floor, Asian Bites is more like an airconditioned “turo-turo”. It serves the usual asian dishes, chopsuey, noodles, sushi, maki, gyoza, tofu and iced tea. It becomes a favorite because the prices are really cheap. I’ve been there for more times than I care to count because I need to stretch out my budget. Some of the dishes they serve like the yakisoba can be shared by 2 as the servings are more generous than most. It is also a convenient quick stop for a hot meal if you are in the Ortigas area.

Added attraction is the fact that you can watch the cooks prepare your orders as they have an open kitchen.

California maki [you can ask them for extra wasabi] tops my list and their yakisoba has a lot of vegetables especially my favorite green bell pepper. These 2 treats you can have for less than P100.

This Sunday, I’ll try to cruise for some more sosy turo turos.

And hey! did I mention about the fried ensaymada that Red Ribbon offers? panalo!

> sQueaLers and tHeir prYing eYes

I had a bad mood almost the whole week. Epal people just came popping out of nowhere. I thought of writing something to release what my heart is really feeling but decided to think things over. Yeah, I still don’t feel like seeing HER and HIM but I guess that’s how we were created… to coexist. So I should learn to ride the waves and start pondering on positive things. I’ll try to be rational and not to be emotional this time.

Unknown, unseen and unheard. That used to be the way I see of myself. Naive to the outside world, I wander about. Occupied with my own thoughts, blinded by my own life. Having no clue that eyes are set on my every move – both on the good and bad, but more inclined towards the bad.

Unaware of the “prying eyes” keeping track on me, judging me on what they observe and what they want to consider the truth. It sort of comes as a surprise when one gets the smell of these “prying eyes” lurking around one’s private life. What a palatable prey I’ve been.

But these “prying eyes” are part of our human nature. To be curious is to be human. No matter how much one tries, it is there in every one of us – in me and in you. And it is hard to be parted away from. It can as well be said to be an accessory that is central to maintaining human relationships. I just hope no one gets overdosed.

They say “one’s character and life are better known by the people outside the four corners of one’s home”. Well, there may be some underlying truth in it after all. True, our families are aware of our true colors, strengths and weaknesses. But take the time off to think again.

Once you take that step away from your secure home to the outside world. Hidden, prying eyes will ever be on you from then on. Without realizing, your footprints are scanned and minutely studied. And you become hounded as a prey by your “shadows”. And these “prying eyes” are not just a pair of them, but innumerable. That makes it more of a dilemma for one to find ways for an escape. And they are found to be on every nook and corner one’s life.

You may think yourself as being secure. It’s a pity. Given the green signal, your “shadows” will be on you before you can even say “huh!” You will know then, how fragile and insecure you are in the hands of your “shadows”.

This is the place I’m in – a wild and savage place; unsafe to wander about. Sad.

Everybody nosing around in their none-of-their-businesses. Ever ready to choke the other to death for the tiny mistakes they made unknowingly. Self contentment? that I don’t know.

This has become the trend. We can’t do nothing but stare with eyes wide open and try to live along with it. And be ever on our toes for a lookout of these “prying eyes”.

With very little clean air to breathe and congested dwellings, life sure is tough for a “celebrity” like me. Humorous it may seem to be, but have you ever given a thought that, like me you are also a “celebrity” for someone unknown to you out there?

So what can I say now? Go, squeal like a pig losers. Whatever pleases you. Eh bakit siya? tapos ako… taray! another sumbungera and sumbungero on the loose. Pity.

> fLy awaY aLone

Sudden turn of events urged me travel again. I just feel that I need to breathe and be alone. Away from the mainstream, away from him.

I used to travel alone but has not been doing so for quite sometime already. Now that I’m shattered, I’m considering the thought.

Anyway, I don’t want to make my usual readers to be bored by all-about-him-entries so I’ll try to make sense here.

It has always been in our culture as Filipinos that traveling is always declared as a group activity. Most or shall I say, many of us would often go out of town together with friends or family members.

But, how many has actually traveled alone? I doubt if anyone will raise hands here.

Unknown to many, traveling solo has its perks too. It was through journeying alone that I was able to develop my skills in communicating with the strangers. I get to know a lot of people. I was able to appreciate local history more. I have met a lot of people.

Traveling alone is a very liberating experience for me. Imagine, I don’t have to wait for friends at the airport for an extra minute before queuing at the check in counter. I dont have to worry extra budget in case my friends would ask to dine in an upscale restaurant, or take a taxi instead of the usual jeepney ride. I can go to any place that I want. What if my friends love to go to the park, while I want to visit a local museum? Hard, isn’t it? Traveling with friends always limit your choices of itinerary. Not to mention limiting the foods that your going to binge in. I love seafoods, but my friend is allergic to crustaceans. While my other friend is a vegetarian?

The pace of your traveling activity is not a problem when you are alone. You can set your pace if you want to tour quick, or walk slowly, just like in the park.

I myself love traveling alone. It gives me the freedom to explore a city without the need to tow friends who are not interested in what I’m doing.

It was our plan [forgive me] to travel together this December but I’m not seeing that happening now. It hurts me big time when the thought comes to mind. I’m still in denial. I haven’t cried yet and I don’t wish to. I know I will soon and I hate it.

Going back, so if I were to choose between traveling with a group or traveling alone, I’d still prefer the latter. The adventures are limitless. Who knows what happens next?

Yeah, who knows?


> hurtIng… totaLLy hurtinG.


Friends, these are all I need from you. No unsolicited advise please. Yes, I’m devastated. I caught him cheating. Pain. Agony. Hatred. Love. Tears. Denial. I can’t explain what I’m going through. Just bear with me, I’ll get over.

1. I want to vent, get it out without censor. I will say what I shouldn’t be saying. It may not be nice, pretty or mild. Please know that I know better, but I need to get it off my chest.

2. Every so often I want to hear something like, “This too shall pass.” Remind me that this is not forever.

3. Spare me from you “epal” attitude please. If you’re perfect then just be one. I don’t care. If you lack attention, don’t gain them through me. If you’re a model employee, then you are. I think we know you. Avoid the “sawsaw” attitude. You’ll have your time, trust me.

4. I want to be validated. I want to know that I am OK. You can best do that by nodding acceptance when I talk about the pain or confusion.

5. I want to hear sometimes, “What are you learning? What are you doing to take care of yourself?” I may need that little jolt that moves me beyond my pain to see the larger picture.

6. I’m a little bit sensitive now. Simple jokes may mean hell and all spears thrown. You know what to do.

7. I may want space. I may want you to be quiet and patient as I attempt to sort through and express my thoughts and feelings. Give me some time to stammer, stutter and stumble my way through this.

8. I want someone to point out some new options or different roads that I might take. But before you do this, make sure I am first heard and validated.

9. When they pop into your mind, recommend books or other resources that you think I might find helpful.

10. I want to hear every so often, “How’s it going?” And, I may want this to be more than an informal greeting. Give me time and space to let you know exactly how it IS going.

11. I want you to understand and welcome the ambivalent feelings and desires. I would like you to be fairly comfortable with the gray areas and the contradictions about how I feel and what I may want.

12. I want you to be predictable. I want to be able to count on you to be there, listen and speak consistently or let me know when you are unable to do that. I will honor that.

13. If you know our story, don’t tell me “wala ka kse time sa kaniya eh” I know that already and can’t do anything about it.

14. Avoid asking questions on how it “all” went. Wait and you’ll read it here.

> maDagascaR II

I felt so goody goody last Saturday. I decided to take my nephew and my younger brother to MOA and see Madagascar II. I had heard good things about this movie, and it did not disappoint.


In most cases, when they make a sequel to a popular kids cartoon, it flops. It’s never as good as the first one right? Madagascar was definitely an exception. This movie had a number of things going for it. My best friend agreed that it was definitely funnier then the first movie and we definitely laughed a lot. For the most part, it was pretty clean to. There were a few places in Madagascar where the jokes were a little on the adult side, but this one didn’t have much of that which was nice. It’s always refreshing to watch a movie everyone can enjoy, both kids and adults, without getting a little off-color.

Hopelessly stranded on the remote shores of Madagascar, the New Yorkers hatch a plan to get back to Central Park that instead finds them soaking up sun in the picturesque plains of Africa. Madagascar may be a nice place to visit, but for the gang of animals who spent most of their lives in New York, there is truly no place like home. After discovering the remnants of a crashed airplane, the penguins quickly set about making the repairs needed to get the craft airborne again. When the plane finally takes to the sky, it begins to look like it’s only a matter of time before Alex the Lion and friends are soaring over New York Harbor. Unfortunately the penguins weren’t the aviation experts they claimed to be, and before long the crew is coming in for a crash-landing in the untamed plains of Africa. Now, as the animals reared in the safety of the zoo come into contact with their decidedly wild counterparts for the very first time, they get a better feel for their roots while marveling over the differences between life in the concrete jungle and life on the world’s second largest continent. Of course, while there’s plenty to love about wandering the open plains, romantic rivalries and the risk of running into dangerous poachers soon begin to outweigh the joys of some long-overdue family reunions. With some particularly heavy cases of homesickness causing hearts to weigh heavy, the group gradually starts to wonder whether they’ll ever find their way back home.

I think one thing that made Madagascar 2 such a great movie was the range of relationships it explored. The first movie centered mainly around the relationship between Alex the Lion and his best friend Marty the Zebra.  In Madagascar 2, they develop that relationship a bit more as well but they also work with the relationship between Alex and his parents, as well as some romantic relationships among the other characters. All put together, it makes for a very engaging plot line.

Oh and did I mention the movie is GORGEOUS? Set in Africa of course, the settings and the animals are just beautiful!

My nephew had really a good time laughing [he’s only two years old], and pointing to the characters on screen that I had to hush hush him always.

Madagascar 2: Escape to Africa makes a great family night movie, and is a definite must see. We will be adding it to our movie library when it comes out on DVD as well.

> do yoU have a buckeT List?


It has been going on for quite so long now. I really can’t get a good sleep. I already have signed “written warning” escalation from work because of tardiness. I tried reading books but I can’t understand any. I tried taking some meds but hell-what-the-hell, really no effect!

After all desperate attempts and bugging H about my ordeal, he suggested that I come over his place and watch DVD with his all caps – JUST STOP TEXTING! I was reluctant to watch the movie – The Bucket List at first. Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman sounded quite boring and too melodramatic for my ears. H insisted and demanded a review here. With so much love, I obliged [hehehe].

The movie operates on the hope that two beloved stars rubbing their signature screen personas together can spark warm, fuzzy box office magic. I didn’t count on it. Stars or no, it is an open question whether audiences will flock to a preposterous, putatively heartwarming buddy comedy about two men diagnosed with terminal cancer living it up in their final months.

Sitting atop of one of the Egyptian pyramids, Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman as terminally ill cancer patients, engage in a sentimental philosophical chat about life and loss. The two have decided to travel around the globe, doing whatever the heck they want; they can afford it since the Nicholson character is a billionaire CEO. The first thing to say about The Bucket List is that Rob Reiner is the rare director who can take all the wonder out of one of the seven wonders of the world. The way that the pyramid they’re sitting on is lit and shot, it looks completely fake, and the one in the distance could be a rear-projection backdrop. The second thing to observe is that the conversation might be taking place almost anywhere — in a coffee shop, say, or back in the dingy hospital room where Nicholson, as an aging playboy with four ex-wives, and Freeman, as a mechanic who has spent his life sacrificing for his family, first met, discovered that they had absolutely nothing in common, and decided to bond over their tragic illnesses and become friends anyway.

The biggest surprise of The Bucket List is how casually it treats the whole ”bucket list” of wild-things-to-do-before-we-die concept. It’s fun, for two minutes, to see Nicholson and Freeman jumping out of a plane, but once they’ve gotten tattoos and raced vintage cars [to the cloying been-there-heard-that accompaniment of ZZ Top’s ”Tush”], the movie is already scraping the bottom of the bucket. Basically, they spend the rest of the time doing disease-of-the-week buddy-movie therapy against the backdrop of world landmarks. Nicholson has the benefit of playing a rascal so self-centered he veers into unpleasantness, but Freeman, as the brilliant working-class autodidact whose one ”flaw” is that his marriage suffered from empty-nest syndrome, reminds us once again that it’s long past time this actor played someone who isn’t a saint. If he and Jack had traded roles, there might have been one thing about the drably tender Bucket List that surprised you.“The Bucket List” is rated PG-13 [Parents strongly cautioned]. It has off-color dialogue.

After the movie, H asked me… You, what’s your Bucket List? Which I replied – Don’t ask me that, lalaki lalo ulo mo.