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Why do I go through this? I'm a masochist, in general. Not just physically, though. Running, jumping over things, and jumping from heights scare the crap out of me. It's a terrific mental exercise. Do one thing everyday that scares you? Hah! I do four hours' worth on Sundays! Of course, jumping over little plyoboxes might not be very frightening to most, but hey, it's better than nothing.
I do get frustrated at times -- particularly when I can't keep up with the 5'10 tall, teenage boys. I have to keep reminding myself that I do have physical limitations. A twentysomething barely above 5 feet tall girl isn't exactly the best candidate for parkour, but I guess it's something that can be worked on. After all, it took me a whole year to squat 120 pounds, which your average guy can do in a couple of months.
- Mood:
amused - Music:pachelbel's canon in D major
- Mood:
excited
It's been two years since I officially lost my passport. It expired in 2005, and I never bothered to renew it since — ok, I'll admit it — I wasn't heading for any place I really wanted to go to, anyway. I searched for it with "due diligence", as my affidavit of loss states, roughly about 4 times, each time turning the whole house upside down.
My boyfriend got me an application form for a new passport when the DFA had a kiosk in their village, but being the lazy ass I am, I didn't apply for a renewal.
My tita's been planning a trip out of the country, and despite my best efforts to persuade her to take a trip to El Nido or Siargao instead ("don't you want to contribute to our economy by supporting local tourism? Or at least appreciate those places before they turn into boracay-style nightmares?"), she's been dead set on going someplace away from the evil clutches of Smart, Globe, or Sun Cellular.
Fine. I decided to get my carcass moving. I was appalled when I found out that I had to line up at the DFA twice, be there by 5 am, and get a notarized affidavit of loss, NSO-certified birth certificate, and NBI clearance, which all require — you guessed it! Looooooong queues. Me, line up? I barely even have the patience to line up for a quarter pounder with cheese!
But because I love her, and because Vietnamese street food was looking better by the second, I decided to get all my papers in order last night and (deep breath) brave the lines, beginning with the NBI clearance. As I was filling out my passport application form, I felt pretty upset about losing the old one. Hey, my Turkish visa was there, and although it's about as useful as a piece of snot-filled tissue right now, it holds some sentimental value for me.
Lo and behold, when I opened my dresser drawer — a drawer I open every single freaking day — my passport was inside. There are more things in heaven and earth, Isa, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
- Mood: amused
• someone technically proficient, who can play both rhythm and lead.
• preferably from metro manila (rehearsals will be in mandaluyong, at least once a week).
• with basic reading skills (you don't have to be able to sight-read, but can take the piece home and sort it out before the next rehearsal)
• no rockstar attitude, please.
the music? rock with a slight prog flavor, a bit technically demanding. give it a listen.
if you're interested, leave me a note. thanks!
- Mood:
bouncy
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1. Thou shall make gamit "make+pandiwa".
ex. "Let's make pasok na to our class!"
"Wait lang! I'm making kain pa!"
"Come on na, we can't make hintay anymore! It's in Andrew pa, you know?"
2. Thou shall make kalat "noh", "diba" and "eh" in your pangungusap.
ex. "I don't like to make lakad in the baha nga, no? Eh diba it's like, so eew, diba?"
"What ba: stop nga being maarte noh?"
"Eh as if you want naman also, diba?"
3. When making describe a whatever, always say "It's SO pang-uri!"
ex. "It's so malaki, you know, and so mainit!"
"I know right? So sarap nga, eh!"
"You're making me inggit naman.. I'll make bili nga my own burger."
4. When you are lalaki, make parang punctuation "dude", 'tsong" or "pare"
ex. "Dude, ENGANAL is so hirap, pare."
"I know, tsong, I got bagsak nga in quiz one, eh"
5. Thou shall know you know? I know right!
ex. "My bag is so bigat today, you know"
"I know, right! We have to make dala pa kasi the jumbo Physics book eh!"
6. Make gawa the plural of pangngalans like in English or Spanish.
ex. "I have so many tigyawats, oh!"
7. Like, when you can make kaya, always use like. Like, I know right?
ex. "Like, it's so init naman!"
"Yah! The aircon, it's, like sira!"
8. Make yourself feel so galing by translating the last word of your sentence, you know, your pangungusap?
ex. "Kakainis naman in the LRT! How plenty tao, you know, people?"
"It's so tight nga there, eh, you know, masikip?"
9. Make gamit of plenty abbreviations, you know, daglat?"
ex. "Like, OMG! It's like traffic sa LRT"
"I know right? It's so kaka!"
"Kaka?"
"Kakaasar!"
10. Make gamit the pinakamaarte voice and pronunciation you have para full effect!
ex. "I'm, like, making aral at the Arrhneo!"
"Me naman, I'm from Lazzahl!"
- Mood:
sniffly
and why do we insist on joining events where height is a distinct advantage? let's accept the fact that we're generally short.
i'm thinking of learning to skateboard. that is, after i finish parkour training. hahaha, i'm so ridiculously excited. :D
when i was 23, one of my ex-officemates once told me that 30 was a great age to be -- you'll be more comfortable in your skin. at the time, i thought that was completely ludicrous. everyone dreads turning 30. you're supposed to use anti-aging cream before you turn 30. i've got 4 years to go before i hit that milestone though, and surprise -- it just keeps getting better so far. and no, i haven't even begun an anti-aging regimen yet.
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energetic
my grandfather died i quit my 4-year job i started working in the family business i haven't painted shit mourned the death of heath ledger i've been harboring evil little thoughts towards certain golddiggers who aren't even genetically related to me reveled in sadistic fantasies i permed my hair i cut my hair i gained weight i lost weight i stopped lifting started doing cardio have overcut conservation class need to cough up two films and a mural by saturday have begun a love affair with excel but miss photoshop realized that i can actually survive on minimum wage ... turned 26 and dread the transition from midtwenties to late twenties.
i promise i'll be more coherent soon.
- Mood: amused
- Mood:
happy
1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
- Mood:
contemplative - Music:princes of the universe - queen
Our driver had steered the car around the ensuing commotion and crossed Buendia. When I looked back, the armed men ran back to their vehicle and sped away towards EDSA.
Now, I’m waiting for news on who got violently killed just a few meters away from me. Motive’s probably either politics or money. Or both.
- Mood: stunned
- Mood: sad
can't wait.
on the 21st, 10 pm: we'll be at route 196, in katipunan. it's femme night, so chilitees, sinosikat?, mozzie, and toi will be playing as well. tickets are at 130 each, 3 for P100 san mig light all night, and their pizza is fabulous.
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i've always wondered about special nights for female-fronted bands, though. there's some inequity there. you never hear of "all-male fronted bands" night, right? so is putting together a night for bands with girls in them is acknowledging that playing in a band is still dominantly a male thing?
also, why is it when i mention that i play bass, a good number of people assume i'm in an all-girl band?
yeah? how many people used to think the world was flat?
- Mood:
annoyed - Music:free bird - lynyrd skynyrd
now i've got an overwhelming urge to go smoke some pot. hahaha.
- Mood: groovy
on a happier note -- actually, it isn't really happier. it's just more kinesthetic -- i've started teaching bellydance. i think i suck as a teacher. oh well. learning curve. i've got a whole bunch of out of shape beginners next week though, so i'd better start learning to teach fast.
on a happier note -- really happy, this time -- we have a new guitarist. the first time we were supposed to get together to rehearse, he was picked up by the cops for carrying marijuana (as you can guess, that rehearsal didn't push through). the next one was without incident, though, and actually turned out pretty well. at least this guy looks like he doesn't have stage fright. he's got some good looking dreads too.
i've got no social life. my schedule's just gym-work-bf-gym-school-bf-gym-rehearsal-b
i'm going to go silence the little guilty voice in my head now by practicing bass.
the buddhists have got it right, i think. haven't encountered any foaming-at-the-mouth buddhists. i used to date a buddhist, and he was very ... er ... laid back. i prefer a little more passion in my men. but i digress.
don't get me wrong. i'm not your jaded-former-catholic who is angry at god, and therefore god does not exist. i just think that the concept of an omniscient supreme being is farfetched. st.scho almost had me there (what, with trying to turn us into christian evolutionists), but maybe i'm just not built for that kind of thinking. heck, i've had several first-hand "supernatural" experiences, but i'm still thoroughly skeptical about the existence of the supernatural.
but since i hate it when people try to convince me that there is a god, and that jesus loves me despite my being a filthy unbeliever who will be banished to hell if i don't change my ways, i don't impose my beliefs on others. i'd love to, though. i'd love to tell people to get off the crutch that is religion, but hey — if it works for them on an individual level, who am i to take that away? i wouldn't spoil a 6-year old's childhood by telling him that there really is no santa claus.
- Mood: contemplative
i love going to the gym. i am going to promote their website: http://www.eclipsegym.com
