overload.

i think i'm heading for information overload. the things i have to know. the things i wish i did not have to know, yet can't help but take in because they're all spelled out for me to know. the words i need to remember and the words i'd rather forget. the answers to questions i know i'd be asked, the answers to questions i didn't know i'd be asked. the anticipations. the surprises. the facts. the details. what i have to deal with. what i wish i didn't have to deal with.

it's only the second day of the week and i sometimes feel i've been served more than i can chew. and while i wish i could mince words, chop thoughts, and grill, baste and saute people, i can't because i've been feeling an inexplicable stillness and silence within. there's no rollercoaster of emotions, no mishmash of nerves and no jumbled entrails and feelings. i guess it only means there's still nothing to worry about. yet.

or it must be the cold. it's been rainy and gloomy and chilly these past days, i must have been numbed. there is nothing else i want than to curl up in bed and snuggle under the thick, warm covers. and overload on sleep and forget about everything else for a while - thoughts, people, events, time, days.

if only i wasn't so overloaded on caffeine.

rock 2009.

i've never been good with new year's resolutions. i'd always put off trying to stop procrastinating. i couldn't stay away from coffee. i'd hold on to things, feelings, memories when i was supposed to move on. i'd pile on old baggage that got heavier to carry. at the end of every year, i'd be miserable because i wasn't close to keeping every resolution.

so i stopped making them because it didn't make any sense to welcome a new year with the same old resolutions. i resolved only to do one thing each year.

live life.

those two words sound better than a litany of worn out resolutions. and they always bring something new and exciting each year - the ups and downs, the setbacks and success, the fun and the flops, the mistakes and the lessons, the wonderful and the worst - making me stronger/wiser/bolder/saner/crazier/nicer/happier/more grateful.

i made this collage in my organizer last year. rock 2008. it reminded me to make 2008 count. i pasted cut-out words and phrases i liked, adding some more as the year went on. i didn't think of them as resolutions, more like different ways for me to rock the next 12 months.

travel.
be more active.
indulge in your inner child.
read.
no time? make some.
stop cramming.
love.
new tunes.
watch gigs.
explore.
pick up a new skill or craft.
eat healthy.
dream.
kick start some change.
happy days.
live life.

i like how they made my 2008 rock, i'm keeping them for my new organizer. and of course, add some more because now, it's time to rock 2009.

yule love it!

christmas is love!

from the nine-day pre-christmas novena masses which i finally completed to a whole day's christmas shopping for presents to preparations for noche buena to welcoming relatives who spend christmas with us to squeezing in and gathering together around the table for christmas dinner to giving gifts - there's a spirit of joy, an air of happiness, the warmth of love and complete gratitude during this special birthday that brings together special people.

christmas lights twinkle brightly. fireworks explode happily. carollers sing with glee.

and for this special moment of the year, everyone sends their prayers, their warm christmas wishes, their heart-felt greetings. forget about commercialism or how much globe or smart is earning with about 6,000 text messages per second. the thought that you hear from people you haven't kept in touch with for so long is heart-warming.

then the best realization that Jesus is born in each of our hearts and accepting and welcoming Him with the gift of our own selves - humbled by His greatness and greater love.

from my family to yours...

omg. it's my first ever award.

forget oscar, golden globe, ama, vma, tony, teen choice, nobel, pulitzer, or even the scream awards. this is way better.

the happy blogging award!


a tag-award from best bud on-and-off cyberspace, psychicnerd.

four days into a new blog, and i have an award already. that's happy blogging indeed!

passing on this award to all happy bloggers.

love in the time of xocolatl.

chocolate that is. more specifically, chocolate cakes. other than the serotonin and the phenylethylamine and what other happiness-inducing substances there are in chocolate, there's something about dark chocolate cakes that instantly lights me up.

it's always crave at first sight. or at first read from the menu. the desire increasing at the sight of chocolate syrup toppings, chocolate shavings, marshmallows, cherries, nuts, whipped cream, icing and imagining how it would linger in your mouth. yum. it pierces the taste buds like cupid's arrow shafts digging deep into your heart. you just have to have a slice.

but i barely finish a slice all by myself. most often, i share a slice with a friend or a loved one.

that's why chocolate cakes are love. while you can't get enough of a scrumptious slice, it's best when shared - over coffee, over laughter, over long talks, over silly chats - with well, people you love and love to be with. that'll leave you craving for more chocolate, but i guess that's part of its irresistible charm.

and you look forward to your next chocolate cake slice. and who you could share it with. but of course, if you've fallen in love with chocolate cake so much as to learn how to make it, like i have, baking chocolate cakes is a greater love.

and way sweeter.

photo-tagged by betz.

a.k.a. the psychicnerd.

"The rules are simple. Use Google Image to search the answers to the questions below. Then you must choose a picture in the first page of the results and post it as your answer. After that tag 7 people."

1. the age of my next birthday.


2. a place i'd like to travel to.


3. a favorite place.



4. a favorite thing.



5. a favorite food.



6. a favorite color.



7. the city i live in.


8. the city i was born in.



9. a nickname i had.


10. college major(s).


11. name of first (and only) lover.

12. a bad habit.



13. a hobby.


14. current wish list (max. 3 items).

tagging: anyone!

meanwhile, multiply must be mad.

it's gone loco on me. i tried posting an entry and all i got was this error message prompting me to return to my home page after clicking on publish. but when i checked my media locker, my entry was there.

i tried deleting it instead, but it won't disappear.

multiply glitch or multiply bitchin' on me?

a long talk on short hair.

my affair with the short hair began five summers ago at david's salon in manila when i was having one of the best vacations ever with my sister and family friends' kids. on an impulse i had my longish hair cut really, really short. or maybe i was enjoying the independence and the freedom that my mother wasn't there to hold off the hairdresser's scissors. or maybe i wanted a fresh start because i was starting in a new school that june.

but from then on, dear mother always became wary whenever my hair grew longer and it was time for a trip to the salon. we'd always go together as if she had this feeling i'd go really short again.

i used to wait out till my hair grew long and kept it at that for some time because that's how she liked it. now, i just kind of like surprising her - going to the salon without letting her know and then going home with shorter hair than she'd imagine i get. i'd get a kick out it.

like i got a kick out of this article about, well, short hair i found while blog-hopping.

ON SHORT HAIR (c1988)
from American(?) Vogue
by Joan Juliet Buck

Joan Juliet Buck, a devoted short-hair convert, explains why it makes a difference.


Hair is time.

Women with short hair always look as if they have somewhere else to go. Women with long hair tend to look as if they belong where they are, especially in California. Short hair takes a short time. Long hair takes a long time. Long hair moves faster than short hair. Long hair tells men that you are all woman, or a real woman, or at the very least a girl. Short hair always makes them wonder. Short hair makes children ask each other --usually at the school-yard gate, when parents are late-- "Are you a boy or girl?" Men married to women with short hair should not have affairs with women who have long hair kept up with many little pins and combs. Once you have cut your hair you have to remember to wear lipstick, but you can put away the brush, elastics, and the black barrettes in the form of shiny leaves with rhinestone hearts. When you cut your hair you lose a nose and gain a neck. A neck is generally better than a nose. It does not need to be powdered, except on extreme occasions. It does, however, need to be washed more often.

With short hair you suddenly dislike the month of March, when the wind blows down the back of your neck. With short hair you begin to crave pearl necklaces, long earrings, and a variety of sunglasses. And you brush your teeth more often. Short hair removes obvious femininity and replaces it with style. When it starts growing out a little and losing its style, you have to wear sunglasses until you can get it to the hairdresser. That's why you need a variety. Short hair makes you aware of subtraction as style. You can no longer wear puffed sleeves or ruffles; the neat is suddenly preferable to the fussy. You eye the tweezers instead of the blusher. What else can you take away? You can't hide behind short hair. Your nape is exposed. Men put their hands around your neck instead of stroking your long locks. You can only pray they have friendly intentions. The backs of your ears show, your jaw line is clear to anyone watching, and you realize --perhaps for the first time-- how wide the expanse of skin is between cheekbone and ear.

You may look a little androgynous, a little unfinished, a little bare. You will look elegant, as short hair requires you to keep your weight slightly below acceptable levels. However, the first time you wear a bathing suit with short hair, you will feel exceptionally naked. People who used to look straight at you will love you in profile. Short hair makes others think you have good bones, determination, and an agenda. The shape of your skull is commented on, so are its contents. They can pick you out in a crowd, and you can be recognized from behind, which can be good or bad. But your face is no longer a flat screen surrounded by a curtain: the world sees you in three dimensions.

Chase to the cut.

subtraction as style. i love that one. and i love how you can take away an awful lot of inches from your hair length and still have more to enjoy like those long dangling earrings, the freedom of not being weighed down by hair clips and hair products, and that you're a bit bolder than other girls for breaking away from the long-hair stereotype.

but the greatest reason why short hair always works for me – i just don't have the time for all the fuss that comes along with having long hair.

and hair is time, right?

but that's just me talking. and joan juliet buck.

her royal loser-ness.

yes, whatever yaya. i am such a loser. it took me an embarrassingly long time to figure out how to get my blasted chatbox on my page.

thanks to my blogger guru, betz, i found out all i had to do was to go to customize> add a gadget > html/java script > then paste on the damned code and pick out a nifty title.

now that wasn't so hard, was it?

the geek still has much to learn.

blogger beginning no. 2

no. 1 was a flop. the first entry was a big mistake that left me stumped to write about newer things. a recycled entry off my now-defunct friendster blog which i thought was the greatest thing i have ever written. and what made it seem so great to me before was not so much of what i've actually written but a comment from that someone who mattered that time.

a new blog and moving on, i've learned that old things should be left where they belong.

so here's to new beginnings. and none of those recycled entries anymore!