Saturday, December 22, 2007


Lately I have been having an altruistic fit. Yesterdday, I braved the heat to buy prizes for my employee's Christmas parties. Three cheap DVD players, to be raffled off in three different parties. My sister thought it was excessive, but I wanted to do this because everyone at work seemed so glum and sad.

It's a sad Christmas for most this year at work, I just have to do something to spread the cheer and let them have something to look forard to this Christmas. If it meant someone making someone happy by them winning the DVD palyer I donated for the raffle, then that's a gret thing to do, after all, isn't it all about speading peace on earth and goodwill to men?

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Been a while

So it's been a while since I last blogged about real life. There's honestly nothing much happening in my life since I last wrote here. Events in my real life have been sparse and really boring.

Except on a certain day of November 26. Someone whom I thought I have lost has now made himself available once again. Ever since, I have been out of sorts, but mostly, HAPPY.

It is unusual at how he has managed to come back, and also the REASONS why he has been away all these time, and I never wrote nor told anyone about this except now, in this blog.

The important thing is now, there is a glimmer of a hope for love for this lady. And it started when she lost him in Second Life, but got him back in Facebook. How it happened was serendipity at work, and I can't really write how much things has changed since that one fateful November.

But I am happy and hopeful. Excited even.

Fearful and worried on the other hand. What will my family say?

My parents have always been straightlaced and traditional, and PARANOID. One time, they all gave me warnings over finding love over the internet, all because of what happened in Myspace. Needless to say, I told them what they wanted to hear.

One day they will find out the truth, somehow news of this kind spread fast, and my mother has a sixth sense in this sort of things. Besides, I'm a bad liar.

I wonder how both of us will handle this? Will they gang up on me again like they did with what's his face? Will they force their will on me once again? Will I let them?

Such questions bothers this lady at 2am, questions in which only in time, will be answered.

So until the next post.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

good bye midnight

Our black labrador retriever, Midnight died last night due to Pneumonia. He was 10 years old, in dog years, probably MUCH older.

My only regret is that i don't have much pictures of him, and we should have protected him more from certain ex house help who maltreated him. He had a permanent limp that bothers him whenever it is cold.


On the other hand, our adopted dog, Mojacko, who we found inside a sack almost for dead
, is very much healthy. This is him when he was a wee pup, freshly rescued from a watery fate. Mojacko is bigger than the rest of our two local dogs and reminds me of a huge version of a hyperactive, mask-wearing Milo (dog from the movie The Mask) . He is a handful, but I love that dog.

Friday, October 26, 2007

A Song....

Someone to Watch Over Me
Ella Fizterald

There's a saying old
Says that love is blind -
Still we're often told,
"Seek and ye shalI find."
So I'm going to seek
A certain lad I've had in mind.
Looking everywhere,
Haven't found him yet;
He's the big affair
I cannot forget.
Only man I ever
Think of with regret.
I'd like to add his initials to my monogram.
Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost
There's a somebody I'm longing to see
I hope that he
Turns out to be
Someone who'll watch over me.
I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood.
I know I could
Always be good
To one who'll watch over me.
Although he may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome
To my heart he carries the key.
Won't you telI him please to put on some
speed -
Follow my lead -
Oh! How I need
Someone to watch over me.
Someone to watch over me.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

JOSH GROBAN IN MANILA-Oct 18, 2007 part 1

Oct 18, 2007 was an unforgettable night for me and the rest of the Grobanites present in the last night of his 2-day stay here in Manila. I knew of this concert as early as late August and was excited to get myself the best tickets. However, tickets turned out to be amazingly expensive and was hard to procure early on, as the great seats were not released yet.

Offers of tickets bundled into Smart Infinity subscriptions and Nokia headsets were Smart, the lead sponsor for the concert of the year, way of promoting the handsome baritone's first ever concert in Manila at the PICC Plenary Hall. RADO, another sponsor, offered tickets upon purchase of their watches. October 17, the gala night, was invitation-only. It was commercialism and elitism at its best, and only in the Philippines. Truly someone of Josh Groban's caliber deserves this?

Not exactly. Josh Groban isn't a tenor wannabe who wants to belt out Nessun Dorma while in a suit. While he can do that and wants to do that once in a while too, he also wants to be known as HIMSELF. Groban, over the years, has stepped out of the shadow of Andrea Bocelli and has since stepped into creating his own unique sound. His 2nd cd, Closer, with tracks like Remember When It Rained and Never Let Go was an introduction to his inclination towards edgier world music and a glimpse into his creative side. His first world tour for Closer, which was supposed to include Philippines but was later taken out, witnessed his energetic nature, witty sense of humor and rapport with the audience. His concerts throughout the UNITED STATES and EUROPE were critically acclaimed and jam packed. It was attended by everybody, young and old, rich or poor.

The AWAKE cd, showcased more of Groban's talent as a songwriter, his compassionate heart, and his true side as a musician with eclectic tastes, with collaboration with personalities like Imogen Heap, Jon Andrasik from Five for Fighting and Dave Matthews. His 2nd world tour, just like his first tour, was also just as well attended and well acclaimed, in fact, there were more accolades and praises for the AWAKE tour than in Closer.

Somehow, Josh Groban, while in the Philippines at least, was marketed as chi-chi and exclusive, and the country never updated itself and evolved in its awareness of Groban's music. This was something that someone like me, an ardent admirer and follower of his music for six years, couldn't comprehend. As someone who also frequents his official message board, I have been friends with other Grobanites from around the globe, who would truly attest to Josh's growth and versatility as a singer and composer of the best caliber. He was someone who we would universally agree that has class, yet very attainable and whose music is very easy to like. I have witnessed this growth myself through his tour DVDs, his concert shows from the BBC Radio 1, and through Youtube, and I was excited to see this for myself in the Philippines.

Yet, the Philippines' first taste of him will be at the PICC Plenary Hall, with tickets that are exorbitantly high. However, much as I hated this turn of events, I continue to remain positive about it, and asking people to stop complaining and start being thankful for the fact that the Philippines is his only Asian stopover, not to mention his last stop, at that for the tour. Encourage others that maybe, somehow we would be able to get ourselves tickets for the show.

Enthusiasm was high as the days leading to his arrival progressed, and people are now getting inspired to support Josh despite the high prices. Some people got lucky and scored free tickets, others got a windfall of money and can all of a sudden afford a ticket or two. However, a couple of weeks leading to the concert, I was faced by my own demons and financial situation. I, who rallied everyone to watch this once in a lifetime event for the Filipino Grobanites, now faced despair at not having scored tickets. I thought the universe was conspiring against me as I set out in vain to get the seats that I wanted. I grew disappointed as lousy seats were displayed after lousy seats online.

Yet as I encouraged them, they encouraged me. Grobanites from the official message board gave me tips of how to get tickets the last minute, as sellers are known to hold them and release them the VERY last minute. It was a test of willpower and persistence for me, and the days leading to the night of the concert was a huge roller coaster of emotions for me, as on the afternoon before the 17th, his gala concert, I finally got myself off my depression and went to book seats online. As luck would have it, the website CRASHED.

I was devastated again, but this time I did not want to let this rule me, for over the days I felt depressed were heaviest days of my life emotionally. There also was this nagging feeling that I have to do something. So I did. The night of the concert, I went to a ticket booth in National Bookstore at the Mall of Asia and asked if there were tickets for the 18th.

There was no tickets left for the 18th, according to the lady behind the counter, but there were seats for tonight, the 17th. How could I, wearing a t-shirt, jeans and Havaianas, would ever go to a Gala night? So no concert that night, but I wasn't discouraged. All I thought was that, somehow, there would be tickets.

My father told me to try at the PICC itself on the last night, and on that night, there was serendipity. Despite coming from a long way, traffic was so bearable on that busy Thursday night, it was a miracle. Next, while minutes away from PICC, a Grobanite friend called me and told me that there are still tickets left, and if she should reserve them for me. Of course!

It was elating to finally be in the venue, walking towards the ticket booth to meet my friend, and paying for the tickets, and holding the actual tickets into my hands. I had butterflies in my stomach as I walked upstairs the balcony, and the cold venue made my knees shiver some more.

Friday, September 28, 2007

rainy days and saturdays

Rainy days generally suck, and if it's a Saturday it's often worse.

Today, I went out foraging for lunch at the Salcedo Market just wearing jeans and a t-shirt and using a dilapidated umbrella. I looked horrible.

I felt horrible too...

On a positive note...hmm...

is there even one today?

i hate the rain.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007


When i was younger (i am not that old), I never regretted much and fussed over what could have happened. I was more of the past is past kind of person, and that one's bad experiences can be a learning experience.

Yet, as one gets older (i am now in my late 20's), things and events to regret over are starting to pile up. It's not so high...yet, but I am concerned. I don't want to burden myself of such things early in life, not when I haven't had anything of major significance to regret over, just the usual things like:

  • having more time for my friends--having failed to support a friend while grieving over her father's death because time seemed to have flown by.
  • having saved earlier so that I don't have to have my current financial problem and I could probably afford buying those Josh Groban tickets without a major dent in my bank or credit card accounts.
  • wished I did not regressed to old habits in eating....darn that pancit palabok!
However, those things I am fretting over has obvious solutions, and I thank God that I am still young enough to do something about them. Probably writing them down will actually drive me to action:

  • Just be more aware on time.
  • Pay bad debt first
  • Just go back on a diet and try again
Oh well. Better to try and fail, than having not tried at all.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

good old blogger

I decided to setup a blog in good old blogger because i could hardly update my other blog. Writing is a joy that I've rediscovered, and I have to rediscover it through Second Life. There is just simply a lot to write about in my Second Life, as compared to my oh so blah real life...ah the irony of it all.

I've owned a blogger blog way back when. It's called Beans for Lunch, I forgot my login details on that one so I ended up making a new one. Also a way to start afresh.

New blog, new writings, same ol' me writing, only perhaps a little bit wiser than last year.