I Have Game. Do You?

I'm going on my 2nd trip to Boradise for this year. Heehee. It's funny -- I've been to Boracay many times but I still get all excited before I go. Weird. I'm going to the island with my officemates (Ryan, Amabs, Leah, & Myles) -- first-timers to Boracay! I will serve as their tour guide. * bow sabay hintay ng bayad * -------------------------- So I just got my Purploony (my psp slim named after a PSXer admin at lavander kasi kulay ng psp ko ), and ahlavet!!! I just added new games and bought all kinds of accessories for it: a silicon case, a travel bag, a polycarbonate case which can also serve as a stand. I stopped myself from buying the earphones because I just bought 2 in-ear earphones for my iPod which go great with the psp and the tv-out cables since I had no use for it really. What I also wanted to get were speakers for purploony but the stores I visited still do not have slim-compatible speakers so I guess I'll just have to wait for those. ---------------...

I just wanted to advertise a few things: *ahem* Bargain Corner - my friend, Bianca, is selling authentic Nine West bags at very low, low prices! I bought one already. Hihi. Bili na kayo! UR Guilty Pleasures - another friend, Mishee, is selling bags (Nine West & XOXO) as well as perfumes, and other stuff! Bananatrix - another friend, Will, (ang dami kong business-minded friends 'noh? Hehe) - is into baking these to-die for banana cakes ala cup cakes and more! I'm addicted, and I'm sure you'll love it. *rose gets hungry* Last - my brilliant 14-year old nephew, David Ples, has just released his book The Talisman Unsealed . Please get a copy ;) Excellent work, David! Yun lang. =) Ciao!

I fell in love with Boracay the first time I set foot on its shore 10 years ago. My uncle brought me to the island, along with his staff and the champion team of the just-concluded City-wide basketball tournament (a trip to Boracay was their prize! Lucky chaps!). We landed first in Kalibo and then took a 2-hour road trip on rough terrain to Caticlan. Believe me when I say my arse was truly sore after that. When we got to the (what we know now as) Caticlan jetty port -- well, actually there was no port, just a cottage where tourists had to pay for their boat ride, we had to wait a few minutes for Willy's (resort) boat to take us to the island. Midway through the boat trip, I looked down at the water and I couldn't believe that it was so clear! I could see the stones at the bottom! I remember calling out to people and telling them to look out and down, and hearing all the wows, the oohs, the aahs. Once we were all standing in front of Willy's ...

I'm off to Boradise. Beaching myself! Yihi! Ciao!

I used to believe in fairy tales. I was fascinated with the thought of living in a castle with servants waiting for my every command, catering to my whim and fancy. I dreamt endlessly of my knight in shining armor sweeping me off my feet. I was excited at the thought that I could have an army ready to march to battle in my honor. The wonders of childhood. At one point in my life, I thought I had stumbled into a fairy tale. I couldn't believe my luck. But I should've known better and should've armed myself with the knowledge that nothing is ever perfect, nothing and no one is constant. And it took me quite a few relationships to realize fairy tales do not exist for me. No Prince Charming to sweep me off my feet. No Knight in Shining Armor to save me from witches and dragons. No army to fight my battles. Fairy tales are exactly what they're called: non-existent and fictional. ------------------ My good friend and neighbor, Ces, sent me new books to read: The Secret Life O...

I'm back. No, I wasn't on vacation. I couldn't even go on a vacation if I wanted to anyway so NO, I wasn't on vacation. But I have to admit, I have neglected this site for far too long. I've been lazy to put it simply. I loved 'Transformers' by the way. Watched it twice on the big screen. I suddenly missed watching Transformers on Channel 9 and then Channel 13 when I was kid. It was nice seeing Bumblebee be a Camaro instead of a Volkswagen. Now, that was cool. I also watched Harry Potter twice. Having read the book several times, I'd say the movie/ story line was predictable, but the acting was definitely good. That Radcliffe boy is hot. Hmm. Finsihed the 7th book too. Of the HP series, I mean. And I have to say, I cried many times while reading it. Waiting for Harry Potter books has become a yearly treat for me (and I'm sure for a lot of people), and now, it's done. No more HP books. *sigh* I sort of have to say that once in a while... to get us...

Yup, I'm screwed. My external hard drive went kaput. EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING IS GONE. MUSIC . PICTURES. MOVIES. DOCUMENTS. MUSIC. PICTURES . MOVIES. ALL GONE. Did I just say I'm screwed? Fuckin' screwed.

She wrote back! Rita wrote back!!!! It just arrived this afternoon and when I got home from work at around 9pm it was displayed prominently on our mail table. I opened it immediately and started reading. I mailed my letter the day after I wrote my Of Pen and Paper entry . The date on her letter said March 5, 2007, so it took my letter more than a month to reach her. She said 'it has been a long time since I last wrote you. But it doesn't mean that I forgot you. I'm very joyful about your letter.' Parang gusto kong umiyak nung pagkabasa ko 'yun. She also sent a picture. Sorry, it's blurry because my scanner is busted so I had to use my phone to take the pic. The little boy beside Argo, her dog (who is 7 dog-years old now), is Karlis (her son! Ang gwapo!) who just turned 4 last January 11. Her mom and dad have retired enjoying their 4 grandchildren. Rita passed her medical exam and she's now working as a nurse in P. Stradiva Hospital in their Neurovasculary a...

Yes, I'm still in love. Dammit. *drives a stake through heart* *sigh* Gusto ko nang dumating yung araw na iisipin ko na lang ---- "What the fuck was I thinking?!" That'll be the day. For now, I still love him. And it's killing me.

I had free time over the weekend so I decided to clean up my desk drawers. As I was sorting through the countless receipts, meaningless post-it notes, and funny-smelling stationaries I've collected since I was in grade school, I came upon Rita's last letter which I haven't been able to reply to. Just to make things clear: Rita was, well, is my Latvian pen pal. Yes, PEN PAL. Haha. It all began during my last year in high school. On our first week of classes Mr dela Vega, our beloved World History professor, told us we had to write to someone from another country and have them give us first-hand information about their culture, history and traditions. No relatives: Canada and the US were not included. Filipinos in any country do not count. [This was a time e-mail was not option, the internet available to businesses and was altogether unheard of at that time]. You could just imagine our horror at was he was asking us to do. But our grade depended on this, so a week into the a...