I don't really want much for Christmas, mostly because the things I want are things I need and can probably get for myself. Other things that I want, Im fairly certain I can go without if I don't need them. But in the spirit of the season and for the purpose of organizing my own thoughts as to what I should get me when I get some cash coming in, here is my holiday list:
1. makeup. im quite attracted to mineral makeup now so i look forward to being able to try a nice a set of those for everyday.
2. get my dog pregnant. hopefully, i'll find a nice stud who can get my baby girl pregnant. i want puppies!
3. laptop bag. the last decent (and fun!) laptop bag i had broke already from wear and tear. i tried to substitute an ordinary messenger bag for it was too small for all my stuff so im using the one i got free when i got my laptop. it's big, black and boring. i want something bigger and cuter (maybe in red?).
4. shoes. im between a 5.5. and a 6. i think i should replenish my shoes already because some of them are worn out and should be replaced. im also now open to sporting flats so that's something new.
5. a magic jack. i'd like to call my boyfriend who works in the US as often as i want for zilch.
6. victoria's secret body butter in my desire. i like that scent.
7. spa gcs. id really like to have a body scrub, massage, facial and foot spa every month. all in the efforts of building up my beauty regimen a year before our wedding.
8. weeds dvd season 1 and 2. how i met your mother season 1 to current. frasier complete set. entourage season 1 to current.
9. clothes for my size. cute tops, a nice pair of jeans, couple of jackets.
10. a vintage lv shoulder bag. i like the old classic monogram style.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
ONE LOVE
Yuck feeling Mary J. Blige ako!
Anyway, it's been a week since my birthday. I had dinner with some friends, lunch with my officemates, a small dinner with dad and bro (family dinner pending til this weekend to celebrate mine and my mom's birthday) and a day wearing my maxi dress with laurence. I know what you're thinking... me in a maxi dress?! but hey, it was my birthday and it felt good.
So i got a nice dress from kim, a bag charm and a clutch from simon, spa gcs from arbie, flowers from marwin and laurence, earrings from chesca, a top from don, perfume from jen and a couple of other knicknacks and im 27. im personally grateful for all the material things that i got but im more glad that more people remembered. my brother and some friends always joke that i only have a few friends so i cant afford to piss off anyone anymore, but i think that the ones on my speed dial are gonna be around for a long time. hey, i know how to pick them. they're usually a wee bit desperate. kidding!
it feels odd to say this again, but 10 years ago, i seriously thought i'd be more kick-ass in my 20s, let alone in my late 20s. im probably as kick-ass as i possibly can be but i always thought i'd be more. some days i feel old and tired but most days, i still feel good about where i am. part of it is because i tend to sometimes look back at some stuff that's happened to me and i wonder where my life would be if i had stayed at another job, with another guy, or if i never moved from the pit that was my life a few months ago. then i feel good that as surprising the turnout of events were, i like that i learn and i go on. life is still good.
one love people. one love.
Anyway, it's been a week since my birthday. I had dinner with some friends, lunch with my officemates, a small dinner with dad and bro (family dinner pending til this weekend to celebrate mine and my mom's birthday) and a day wearing my maxi dress with laurence. I know what you're thinking... me in a maxi dress?! but hey, it was my birthday and it felt good.
So i got a nice dress from kim, a bag charm and a clutch from simon, spa gcs from arbie, flowers from marwin and laurence, earrings from chesca, a top from don, perfume from jen and a couple of other knicknacks and im 27. im personally grateful for all the material things that i got but im more glad that more people remembered. my brother and some friends always joke that i only have a few friends so i cant afford to piss off anyone anymore, but i think that the ones on my speed dial are gonna be around for a long time. hey, i know how to pick them. they're usually a wee bit desperate. kidding!
it feels odd to say this again, but 10 years ago, i seriously thought i'd be more kick-ass in my 20s, let alone in my late 20s. im probably as kick-ass as i possibly can be but i always thought i'd be more. some days i feel old and tired but most days, i still feel good about where i am. part of it is because i tend to sometimes look back at some stuff that's happened to me and i wonder where my life would be if i had stayed at another job, with another guy, or if i never moved from the pit that was my life a few months ago. then i feel good that as surprising the turnout of events were, i like that i learn and i go on. life is still good.
one love people. one love.
Monday, October 6, 2008
For my birthday...
I want these things:
1. Chocolate Buffet at Mandarin Oriental
2. Walking Tour of Manila (with Carlos Celdran)
3. Trip to Boracay
4. A new digicam/cellphone (Im just a bit tired of what I have now so a new one couldnt hurt!)
5. Clothes, Shoes, Makeup... as in take me shopping!
6. Dog stuff like treats, toys and maybe a cute shirt for my leila
7. Lindt Mint Chocolates
8. DVDs ng mga series na na-miss ko (gusto ko ng entourage season 4!)
9. spa treatments
10. a whole day off with my books, dvds, chips, chocolates and yes, a tub of coke zero!
1. Chocolate Buffet at Mandarin Oriental
2. Walking Tour of Manila (with Carlos Celdran)
3. Trip to Boracay
4. A new digicam/cellphone (Im just a bit tired of what I have now so a new one couldnt hurt!)
5. Clothes, Shoes, Makeup... as in take me shopping!
6. Dog stuff like treats, toys and maybe a cute shirt for my leila
7. Lindt Mint Chocolates
8. DVDs ng mga series na na-miss ko (gusto ko ng entourage season 4!)
9. spa treatments
10. a whole day off with my books, dvds, chips, chocolates and yes, a tub of coke zero!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Atenista ako!
The last time we won the championship, i was still a college student. It was also an Ateneo-LaSalle match. I was lucky enough to score tickets then. As soon as we won, everyone rushed back to Ateneo for the impromptu cheer party at the Bellarmine field.
Im so proud of our team this year, not because I feel the same fondness and nostalgia for the "kids" who bring home the prize for the school as most alumni feel, but because it means so much for us to win after thirsting for it for so long. I love being an Atenean. It gave me a sense of belongingness that I still feel now when I meet people in the workplace. If anyone should ask me what the best gift I ever got was, it was the fact that my parents got me here. College was fun. :)
Im so proud of our team this year, not because I feel the same fondness and nostalgia for the "kids" who bring home the prize for the school as most alumni feel, but because it means so much for us to win after thirsting for it for so long. I love being an Atenean. It gave me a sense of belongingness that I still feel now when I meet people in the workplace. If anyone should ask me what the best gift I ever got was, it was the fact that my parents got me here. College was fun. :)
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
last night...
my mom and i went to mass in padre pio in libis. sobrang daming tao. grabe!
bless all of us. we could all use a little healing in our lives.
bless all of us. we could all use a little healing in our lives.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
overdue
i've never been to new york. but if i should ever be there, i hope to come when the US Open is playing.
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im a staunch fan of rafael nadal. don't get me wrong, i love me some federer but nadal just takes this sport to its true level: game. federer, for all his talent and skills, border on prissy for me. his outfits are impeccable and his stance so royal. perfect, i assume, for such a country club sport. after all, tennis is the gentleman's game. oh but nadal... for all his good looks and disarming aura, nadal never fails to entertain. his muscles bulge against the thin fabric of his clothes. his fashion may be considered boring -- what, with capri pants, sleeveless tee, bandana and the occassional jacket -- but it's completely different from the sea of loose shirts, shorts and cap in the circuit. the new yorker sums it up nicely: roger federer represents swiss precision but rafael nadal is pure majorcan passion.
the spaniard took many amzing highs this year: his win at the french open, his nailbiting win at wimbledon (where, i might add, i shed a few tears of joy), and his gold at the olympics. the boy's a star and im fairly certain he was exhausted by the time the US Open rolled around. he fought the good fight but even rafa admits that andy murray definitely outplayed him. too bad, though. everyone was hoping for a nadal-federer finale. everyone, perhaps except roger himself after losing the french open, the crushing defeat at wimbledon and to top it off, handing over the top spot in the atp. jokesters theorized that roger's win at the US Open was due to the unwavering support of roger's secret other half to his may-december affair... no, not Mirka, who he says is the love of is life... but Anna Wintour, perpetual fan, friend and fashion ally. I personally can't imagine Nadal in the arms of Wintour. His unkempt curly locks might actually put a look of disdain in her expressionless, over-botoxed face. I'd pay to get a photo of that.
I love Nadal. I love how his energy seems to come from a well within him that drives him to win. He does many things that show power. His strokes are precise, he moves and twists his body midair to hit the racquet, he grunts like a madman and very rarely smiles as he plays. in fact, the lack of expression in his face makes him very hard to read. when he seems to be struggling, you won't see a look of worry in his eyes. when he seems to be winning, he doesn't carry a smug look in his face. all there is is sheer intensity. for a guy with such a strong, hard physique, i love how he moves and maneuvers himself in positions ballet dancers should be doing. Nadal is primal power at its finest.
Which is why I love the US Open. In Wimbledon, the players all look so glamorous and even in the heat of the sun and the hard rain, even the audience are all poised and serious. I imagine they all speak with a pompous british accent, drinking tea while making stirring comments about a certain bloke's tennis prowess and preference for burberry accessories. The US Open audience are engaged. They are dressed down to jeans and shirts, with some fanatics even going shirtless donning body paint ( I saw this in the match between rafael nadal and mardy fish). They loudly cheer for their bet like in football. they are racuous at times. i love it. sports whould be enjoyed like that. As this is already an utterly gratuitous entry about my rafa-worship, i shall post one of my favorite nadal photos of recent times. Ladies (and a few gentlemen who might care), the world number one (in tennis and in my heart):
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im a staunch fan of rafael nadal. don't get me wrong, i love me some federer but nadal just takes this sport to its true level: game. federer, for all his talent and skills, border on prissy for me. his outfits are impeccable and his stance so royal. perfect, i assume, for such a country club sport. after all, tennis is the gentleman's game. oh but nadal... for all his good looks and disarming aura, nadal never fails to entertain. his muscles bulge against the thin fabric of his clothes. his fashion may be considered boring -- what, with capri pants, sleeveless tee, bandana and the occassional jacket -- but it's completely different from the sea of loose shirts, shorts and cap in the circuit. the new yorker sums it up nicely: roger federer represents swiss precision but rafael nadal is pure majorcan passion.
the spaniard took many amzing highs this year: his win at the french open, his nailbiting win at wimbledon (where, i might add, i shed a few tears of joy), and his gold at the olympics. the boy's a star and im fairly certain he was exhausted by the time the US Open rolled around. he fought the good fight but even rafa admits that andy murray definitely outplayed him. too bad, though. everyone was hoping for a nadal-federer finale. everyone, perhaps except roger himself after losing the french open, the crushing defeat at wimbledon and to top it off, handing over the top spot in the atp. jokesters theorized that roger's win at the US Open was due to the unwavering support of roger's secret other half to his may-december affair... no, not Mirka, who he says is the love of is life... but Anna Wintour, perpetual fan, friend and fashion ally. I personally can't imagine Nadal in the arms of Wintour. His unkempt curly locks might actually put a look of disdain in her expressionless, over-botoxed face. I'd pay to get a photo of that.
I love Nadal. I love how his energy seems to come from a well within him that drives him to win. He does many things that show power. His strokes are precise, he moves and twists his body midair to hit the racquet, he grunts like a madman and very rarely smiles as he plays. in fact, the lack of expression in his face makes him very hard to read. when he seems to be struggling, you won't see a look of worry in his eyes. when he seems to be winning, he doesn't carry a smug look in his face. all there is is sheer intensity. for a guy with such a strong, hard physique, i love how he moves and maneuvers himself in positions ballet dancers should be doing. Nadal is primal power at its finest.
Which is why I love the US Open. In Wimbledon, the players all look so glamorous and even in the heat of the sun and the hard rain, even the audience are all poised and serious. I imagine they all speak with a pompous british accent, drinking tea while making stirring comments about a certain bloke's tennis prowess and preference for burberry accessories. The US Open audience are engaged. They are dressed down to jeans and shirts, with some fanatics even going shirtless donning body paint ( I saw this in the match between rafael nadal and mardy fish). They loudly cheer for their bet like in football. they are racuous at times. i love it. sports whould be enjoyed like that. As this is already an utterly gratuitous entry about my rafa-worship, i shall post one of my favorite nadal photos of recent times. Ladies (and a few gentlemen who might care), the world number one (in tennis and in my heart):
*sigh*
how about you, dear? who's your favorite athlete and why?
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