stolen from gabs who stole it from lee:

Pick a band + Answer using only titles of their songs.

i choose you: stevie wonder

+ Are you male or female: isn't she lovely
+ Describe yourself: boogie on reggae woman
+ How do some people feel about you: too shy to say
+ How do you feel about yourself: you haven't done nothin'
+ Describe your ex: part-time lover
+ Describe your views on your significant other: i can't imagine love without you
+ Describe what you want: higher ground
+ Describe how you live: we can work it out
+ Describe how you love: signed, sealed, delivered (i'm yours)
+ Share a few words of wisdom: time to love, hold on to your dream

. isa pa! .

i choose you: U2

+ Are you male or female: angel of harlem
+ Describe yourself: big girls are best
+ How do some people feel about you: lady with the spinning head
+ How do you feel about yourself: two shots of happy, one shot of sad
+ Describe your ex: original of the species
+ Describe your views on your significant other: even better than the real thing
+ Describe what you want: love and peace or else
+ Describe how you live: running to stand still
+ Describe how you love: the sweetest thing
+ Share a few words of wisdom: some days are better than the others

hey kiddos! i'm having a garage sale on saturday, September 3, in my house at 15 chico st, FEU Village, Antipolo.

new slightly and used stuff at super low prices! proceeds will go to my bum life fund.

here are some pics of the stuff im selling:

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i am also selling tons of book at lower than booksale prices. here's a link to the list.

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if you're interested, need directions, or you just wanna bug me, leave a message. 

sadomasochist

It seems to me that the nature of true tragedy is when something is so badly broken that with the best will in the world, you can't put it back together again and what was broken has to stay broken.

-salman rushdie, in an interview for TIME.

because words are never enough..

salt and pepper shakers. scary me. in sonya's garden. pang-friendster (hehe). the beach in white cove. in front of white cove's lobby. me driving and jope taking pictures. dinner at antonio's.  welcome to breakfast at antonio's.

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holding hands during the ama namin.

sadomasochist

as of the moment, my brother is about to sell our tickets to see Wicked at the Orpheum Theater, San Francisco. I missed the NY run when i went to Pinole last summer and that sort of depressed me for a while. Before i left, AmEx had this promo for their gold card members where they could buy tickets for the SF run before it was released to the public so i grabbed the chance and bought two. those were super great orchestra seats, right smack at the middle, by the aisle.

made me weep a little to realize that this is the second time that i'm foregoin my chance to see Wicked. i'm heartbroken, really.

i wish i can say there's always next time. oh well. life.

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shout outs:

because i know this is his  dream and because i am truly happy that it is slowly coming true, congratulations paulo hubalde for being pick no. 8 in the recent annual PBA draft. you may never get to read this, but yeah, i wish you all the luck and love you deserve.

btw, the newspapers keep spelling your name with an o. hehe.

sadomasochist

actually, it was jope who introduced him to me way back. he liked him first. but we've also been hanging around for quite a while now; he sings while i read.

his name is jack johnson.

god, i hope he doesn't become popular. i hate it when the musicians i so love go mainstream. hate it even more when i hear someone else singing their songs out loud. hate it most when their songs are played on the radio 24/7 and become national anthems.

was able to catch him in wowow last night. reduce, reuse, recycle. such talent. oh dear god, please don't let him turn mainstream.

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p.s.

i don't know why i'm even proclaiming to the world that i like jack johnson when i don't want everyone to know about him. maybe i just can't contain the awe, or maybe i just wanted to be able to say that i loved him before every one else did. :p

sadomasochist

i was browsing through a wedding cakes magazine and my eyes welled up. and no, it's not what you think.

things aren't always what we think.

sometimes you get so high on something you forget reality. like when you're in the beach, you lie down on a salbabida, you close your eyes and let the waves lull you to ecstasy. no little fishes that bite, no rocks or sea creatures that can prick your feet. you're having fun, and with the sun up so high you'd rather just close your eyes and take it all in. this is so perfect, what could go wrong? when you open your eyes you see you're so far out in the sea, so far from where you thought you were.

so you paddle back to shore. and if that ain't good enough, you get down from the salbabida and you kick hard.

you remember that once before, all you ever wanted was to get to the beach. that the beach itself was heaven, with all the rocks and fishes and creepy little things.

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and i know this metaphor sucks, but i wanted to tell you that i've come back to the beach, barefoot, humble and focused.

ideal can be real. we've proven that. i'm sorry i've been out to sea too long. i'm sorry i left you to deal with all the hard stuff while i basked in the sun.

give me one more chance to make it real.

sadomasochist

although i appreciate the thought behind it, i don't like the question "anong bago sa'yo?" i almost always answer back "not much" or "nothing really."

i don't know why, but i'm not capable of answering that question. maybe because there isn't really much to say, or maybe formula questions deserve formula answers. maybe because if you were someone really close to me you wouldn't have to ask that because you would know. i'd have told you i was engaged three weeks ago, that i'm planning to leave soon, and that well, things have been steady for the past months.

but then again maybe "kumusta ka na?" or "anong bago sa'yo" is just a ways of saying i've missed you, i've missed having you as a part of my life, and maybe if you'd like, we can still catch up. on the other hand, yeah, that would be nice.

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mush alert! if you hate sweet things or anything related to weddings, stop reading.

two weeks ago jope and i paid the downpayment for our wedding rings. we weren't really shopping for one, we haven't really set a date and all that jazz. we just went to galle to get a pair of shoes but i couldnt find anything i liked so we went window shopping instead. we got to hearts and arrows (we're both jewelry-holic now) and sat down to check out their wedding bands. jope doesn't wear rings and picky that he is, i thought it was going to be headache to find a ring we both like. but we found it! it was sooo pretty! i swear, i didn't want to take it off anymore.

anyhoo, since we weren't really planning to buy our rings this early, we just decided to come back for it next time. so we went to eat dinner at chef d'angelo na lang.

ah, but our EQs were quite low. it was all we thought about the whole time we were eating. so after dinner, we rushed back to hearts and arrows (which was closing when we got there) and paid the downpayment. we didn't want anybody else to get them.

ganun pala yun when you've already found your ring. you just can't leave without making sure it's yours. it has already made its mark in your life. you've found it, and no other replacement will do. 

sort of like when you've found the one. you can't just wait for the next one to come, because you know there will be no next one.

i can't wait to get them in september. and yeah, we're going to wear them na.  we're not married yet, but so what? heheh. it'll be a promise ring, until we get to buy another pair, for the ceremony itself. that's the good thing about rings. you can have more than just one.

sadomasochist

if you know me, you know that my hair is usually tied up in a neat bun, away from my face. it's very simple, but quite functional. but every so often, i get tired of the signature hairdo and i let my curly hair down.

oh god, i'm attempting to write a sorta metaphor to describe how i am feeling and i'm failing at it badly. no! please god no. i hate it when others do that. so i should stop and just that i had a great weekend.

saturday jope and i went to tutuban! first time! yahooo! it was fun, we went all out shopping! grabe, i was able to buy so much for less than two thousand bucks! haha, we even bought military pants. we were laughing at ourselves,how we thought buying matching clothes are so tacky, and how we just couldn't resist to buy them nice pants. sunday we went scrubbing in ateneo. jvp had some promo material that needed to be cleaned up. argh, it was useless exercise but we had fun! we threw endless inside jokes and gibberish were at each other.

so i say let loose every now and then. you don't have to go to a spa, spend oodles of money destressing. sharing firsts with someone you love can be extra special.

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tagal na rin kaming steady ni jope. sarap ulit makipagkulitan.