I keep on forgetting to post about this link. I felt sheer joy because our band made it to an article in titikpilipino.com when we and other amateur songwriters/performers had a stint at the Best of KATHA last March. So yeah, this is oh-so late.
And for the record, we are not "Francis & Sunshine Band". It's just that we haven't decided on a decent name yet. Not until now, that is. Haha! But whatever name, we still got mentioned! Yowza!
(I wonder if I they have a better, more flattering shot of me. LOL)
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
durrr
Not in the mood to work. That's the bad thing when I go on an out-of-town trip. My senses tend to remain on vacation mode long after I've come back to the hustle and bustle of working life.
And this seems to happen often, lately. Even though I haven't been on a vacation/trip.
Maybe it's time...
And this seems to happen often, lately. Even though I haven't been on a vacation/trip.
Maybe it's time...
Thursday, May 24, 2007
this is stardom!
Pat and I are the new models for Globe, as seen in their Masigasig supplement, bundled for free with Entrep May ish. Wahahaha!
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Heroes forever!!!
"The future isn't written in stone."To all Heroes fans out there, you better get a load of the last ep for the first season. It's one heck of a great show.
I can't wait for the next season.
OH MY.
Monday, May 21, 2007
let me just rant for a bit...
I feel like I have to let this off my chest.
As per my recent blog entry about not voting...well, I decided to vote. I had this intrapersonal argument, and the possibility of better leadership (nevermind how small that is) thru voting won.
But I failed to. I have myself to blame. Got to the precint too late. Fortunately for my sis, the poll watcher of her precinct allowed her to vote after she begged to. But my pleas to the poll watcher of my precinct, which is just a few steps away from that of my sis', had deaf ears. Turned out it was the poll watchers' prerogative whether or not they'd allow you to vote come past 3pm. We should've listened to my mom, who kept nagging at us to hurry up before the precinct closes at 3.
My utmost frustration here lies with the fact that I decided to vote. Had I not, I never would've been that frustrated and dismayed. Add the fact that I find it a bit unfair that they let my sis cast her vote and I was left standing there teary-eyed and feeling nauseated. (Yes, I did vent all the frustration to Francis as soon as we got back home. And yes, I did sob.)
Oh well... so much for political hullabaloos.
As per my recent blog entry about not voting...well, I decided to vote. I had this intrapersonal argument, and the possibility of better leadership (nevermind how small that is) thru voting won.
But I failed to. I have myself to blame. Got to the precint too late. Fortunately for my sis, the poll watcher of her precinct allowed her to vote after she begged to. But my pleas to the poll watcher of my precinct, which is just a few steps away from that of my sis', had deaf ears. Turned out it was the poll watchers' prerogative whether or not they'd allow you to vote come past 3pm. We should've listened to my mom, who kept nagging at us to hurry up before the precinct closes at 3.
My utmost frustration here lies with the fact that I decided to vote. Had I not, I never would've been that frustrated and dismayed. Add the fact that I find it a bit unfair that they let my sis cast her vote and I was left standing there teary-eyed and feeling nauseated. (Yes, I did vent all the frustration to Francis as soon as we got back home. And yes, I did sob.)
Oh well... so much for political hullabaloos.
tali tales
Sooo breathtaking...Lesson learned: Never laugh your heart out when the sea water is up to your chin, lest you risk swallowing a cupful of saltwater with urinary deposits. Ew.
Last Saturday's Special Pub outing was a bang (though Francis wasn't there to join the craziness. Hay...) Our group headed to Tali in Nasugbu, Batangas. The beach, at last. It's been a couple of years since my last trip to the beach. Honestly, I wasn't really that excited at first, what with all the work load dumped on me. But I can't deny the excitement a few hours before the big day. Getting out of bed at 3am just to make it to the 5:30 Philcoa meet-up is a big effort, considering I only had to deal with 3 hours of sleep. Hitched a ride with Cleone and hubby Jonas, together with Iza, Jonas, Bubs and beau A, Mems and Ateng, who we picked up on the way to Petron SLEX. There, we met up with the others and went on a convoy to Tali.
Upon reaching Russ' place, we were itching to just hit the waters. But we had to settle down first, so we proceeded to have our brunch. Sadly, I wasn't able to eat my heart out because I don't like eating before going for a swim. I get tummy aches. Weird.
Come about 11am, we were off to the beach. Here's the proof of all the fun, scandals, and everything in between . And more from Pat's multiply and lomo-happy Jonas.
Oh, and I learned how to skimboard. Weeee!!! Here's the proof (thanks to Jonas for this lomo shot):
Yes, that's me. Wooohooo! Thanks to Russ for the skimboarding lesson.Thanks to: Russ, for letting us break into his house; Pat, for volunteering Russ' place (harhar); Regie Uy, for sponsoring the food and the raffled off oven toaster (Eric got it); Kuya Jason, for driving us; and to mamu Inns and her bro, for cooking the yummy food.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
i'm all over
Lately, I've been wanting to do (and be) a lot of things. It's like I'm at this point in my life where I want to accomplish a lot–things that are substantial, things that would allow me to grow as a person, things that would make people around me ummm...happy, at the very least.
I want to travel and take decent photos and write. I remember a friend telling me to just live a bohemian life (that would be sans the drugs and sex), and I found myself seriously considering it (even if my friend meant that as a joke). But then again, I'm not one to go for a full-time freelancing career (call me insane but I just can't imagine working without having colleagues and without an office to go to). Perhaps an MWF office job and the other days would be devoted to a bohemian lifestyle? Haha!
Traveling is something I've come to love. Assuming I have all the resources to go around the world, I'd do so, starting at this very moment. When you travel, you immerse yourself in a different environment with all-together different realities from what you've been accustomed to. When you travel, you get the chance to be part of somebody else's life–be it for just a fleeting moment–and you also let another person be part of yours.
Of course, it would be silly not to translate what you see, feel, smell, and hear into something more tangible, like a photo. As cliché as it may sound, a photo does speak a thousand words (that's why I don't find it necessary to tell the tale behind every photo I take). The memories and experience you have had are etched in something you can always go back to in case you forget, something you can share with other people. Add the luxury of the written word and you can perhaps compose poetry or prose, which would in turn make others experience somehow the feelings you felt when you went trekking that winding road on your way to a quaint village hidden among the greens.
Imagine if I get to do this every day, I'd probably be broke but I'd be way too happy to even care (now this is where sponsorship comes in!). I can be a lone vagabond, but I think it would also be pretty to have a companion (more like someone who can carry heavy things for me, like my cam and tripod, for instance; this is where Francis comes in. Haha!).
I want to someday put up this charity institution for the aged, especially those on the streets. I want to at least have them experience a good life while they still can. Being old and lonely and homeless is something anyone wouldn't want to be especially when you only have a few years to live. I can't imagine the lolos and lolas breathing their last breath sprawled on a dirty sidewalk, with only an empty stomach and a tin can to hold on to. Being a lola's girl, I would always have a soft spot for the elderly.
I want to start living a healthy lifestyle. Not that I smoke or drink or do drugs (heck, I'd probably die instanly if I even try a puff). It's just this desire to physically prepare myself for my future family; this want to be prepared and healthy come the time I (we) decide to have kids. And not just that–I have come to realize the importance of health especially in this mega-polluted world. I've been wondering how the Old Testament people came to live until they're more than a hundred years old, heck even 700. I realized that it's most likely because of the absence of DDT and all that kind of pollution we have now. I bet they don't even get colds.
I have to thank this little assignment for making me rethink of living a healthy life (by starting with healthy eating). The operative word here is: organic. By going organic, you not only treat your body to chemical-free food, you also help the environment. And when people actually see you as the living proof of healthy eating, they will, for sure, get into the same habit. And then that's when the demand for organic products would shoot up, which would consequently lower the high prices of organics in the market today. More demand means more supply means affordability. Then we will all be smiling, healthy people. (I just wonder if corruption would be extinguished by organic consumption. I also wonder if I would finally gain weight with organic food. I suppose the latter is more feasible.)
There's also this drive to somehow make something in the music scene. This Francis and I are bent on pushing for. It's been a long time since the band started, and there have been a couple of hellos and goodbyes to new and old members, respectively. Musical differences is often the reason. And since it's been a long while since we started this "crazy" journey, we really do think it's time to push for something bigger, something beyond the now-you-see-it-now-you-don't practices. It's high time to take things to a new level, and God-willing, reach that new level. Perhaps when things are really looking good, everyone in the band would be more than motivated to really commit. So I just hope and pray (and record and write new songs) that we'd really be able to have something that would be worth all our efforts, especially Francis'. The guy has been slaving away lately, running around to have songs copyrighted and tracks recorded. (That's actually what's filling up his bumming around days.)
I want to go back to studying, take up masters in journalism, and feel UP Diliman again. But for me to do that, I have to be in a job that gives me the freedom to do so–a job where I know when I'll be neck-deep in work and when I'll be free to leave early so I can attend to my scholastic pursuits. Apparently, I don't see that happening now. Unless of course editorial suddenly scoops me up from this mire. Hahah!
Oh well, I don't know how to start. There's a lot more I-want-to's running in my little head. But I guess before I even start entertaining them, I have to figure out how to meet my deadlines today. Bummer.
I want to travel and take decent photos and write. I remember a friend telling me to just live a bohemian life (that would be sans the drugs and sex), and I found myself seriously considering it (even if my friend meant that as a joke). But then again, I'm not one to go for a full-time freelancing career (call me insane but I just can't imagine working without having colleagues and without an office to go to). Perhaps an MWF office job and the other days would be devoted to a bohemian lifestyle? Haha!
Traveling is something I've come to love. Assuming I have all the resources to go around the world, I'd do so, starting at this very moment. When you travel, you immerse yourself in a different environment with all-together different realities from what you've been accustomed to. When you travel, you get the chance to be part of somebody else's life–be it for just a fleeting moment–and you also let another person be part of yours.
Of course, it would be silly not to translate what you see, feel, smell, and hear into something more tangible, like a photo. As cliché as it may sound, a photo does speak a thousand words (that's why I don't find it necessary to tell the tale behind every photo I take). The memories and experience you have had are etched in something you can always go back to in case you forget, something you can share with other people. Add the luxury of the written word and you can perhaps compose poetry or prose, which would in turn make others experience somehow the feelings you felt when you went trekking that winding road on your way to a quaint village hidden among the greens.
Imagine if I get to do this every day, I'd probably be broke but I'd be way too happy to even care (now this is where sponsorship comes in!). I can be a lone vagabond, but I think it would also be pretty to have a companion (more like someone who can carry heavy things for me, like my cam and tripod, for instance; this is where Francis comes in. Haha!).
I want to someday put up this charity institution for the aged, especially those on the streets. I want to at least have them experience a good life while they still can. Being old and lonely and homeless is something anyone wouldn't want to be especially when you only have a few years to live. I can't imagine the lolos and lolas breathing their last breath sprawled on a dirty sidewalk, with only an empty stomach and a tin can to hold on to. Being a lola's girl, I would always have a soft spot for the elderly.
I want to start living a healthy lifestyle. Not that I smoke or drink or do drugs (heck, I'd probably die instanly if I even try a puff). It's just this desire to physically prepare myself for my future family; this want to be prepared and healthy come the time I (we) decide to have kids. And not just that–I have come to realize the importance of health especially in this mega-polluted world. I've been wondering how the Old Testament people came to live until they're more than a hundred years old, heck even 700. I realized that it's most likely because of the absence of DDT and all that kind of pollution we have now. I bet they don't even get colds.
I have to thank this little assignment for making me rethink of living a healthy life (by starting with healthy eating). The operative word here is: organic. By going organic, you not only treat your body to chemical-free food, you also help the environment. And when people actually see you as the living proof of healthy eating, they will, for sure, get into the same habit. And then that's when the demand for organic products would shoot up, which would consequently lower the high prices of organics in the market today. More demand means more supply means affordability. Then we will all be smiling, healthy people. (I just wonder if corruption would be extinguished by organic consumption. I also wonder if I would finally gain weight with organic food. I suppose the latter is more feasible.)
There's also this drive to somehow make something in the music scene. This Francis and I are bent on pushing for. It's been a long time since the band started, and there have been a couple of hellos and goodbyes to new and old members, respectively. Musical differences is often the reason. And since it's been a long while since we started this "crazy" journey, we really do think it's time to push for something bigger, something beyond the now-you-see-it-now-you-don't practices. It's high time to take things to a new level, and God-willing, reach that new level. Perhaps when things are really looking good, everyone in the band would be more than motivated to really commit. So I just hope and pray (and record and write new songs) that we'd really be able to have something that would be worth all our efforts, especially Francis'. The guy has been slaving away lately, running around to have songs copyrighted and tracks recorded. (That's actually what's filling up his bumming around days.)
I want to go back to studying, take up masters in journalism, and feel UP Diliman again. But for me to do that, I have to be in a job that gives me the freedom to do so–a job where I know when I'll be neck-deep in work and when I'll be free to leave early so I can attend to my scholastic pursuits. Apparently, I don't see that happening now. Unless of course editorial suddenly scoops me up from this mire. Hahah!
Oh well, I don't know how to start. There's a lot more I-want-to's running in my little head. But I guess before I even start entertaining them, I have to figure out how to meet my deadlines today. Bummer.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
i really can't think of a decent title
A few days before the election, I find myself unconvinced to vote. I'm not really sure about my reasons behind such decision, but perhaps immense frustration over the government is the main factor. I know not voting doesn't help, but right now, I really can't think of any candidate decent enough to hold a position, except for Joker, perhaps. I don't really like feeling this way. But at least I'm not oblivious. As what this quote I read from a shirt (I want) says, it's better to "choose frustration over indifference".
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Photography has already taken hold of me. I do hope things (read: finances) would look good soon so I can grab that baby I've been drooling for. And then it'll be another start of a pseudo-career, which I hope and pray to flourish and be self-sufficient. And then I hope that'll also open doors for a greener pasteur. But I'll keep my cool and take everything one day at a time. I just wish I don't have to hold on for long. (I'm speaking in riddles again.)
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Certain things have not been that good, and I can't exactly go into details. But I know the Lord will never fail my (our) prayers.
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Though some things may not be that good, I thank God for the blessings He's been shoving my way–blessings which would definitely help me realize my 400D dream.
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Since Francis resigned from his 4-year job, we haven't been seeing each other that much. It's just a weird change for me. I've already been used to seeing him over lunch and/or after work, and I've been so used to him seeing me hop onto a PUJ for a ride home. I wish he can get a job very soon, and somewhere here in Ortigas, so we can still have lunch outs and we can still ride home together, even if it's just all the way to Cubao only.
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Photography has already taken hold of me. I do hope things (read: finances) would look good soon so I can grab that baby I've been drooling for. And then it'll be another start of a pseudo-career, which I hope and pray to flourish and be self-sufficient. And then I hope that'll also open doors for a greener pasteur. But I'll keep my cool and take everything one day at a time. I just wish I don't have to hold on for long. (I'm speaking in riddles again.)
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Certain things have not been that good, and I can't exactly go into details. But I know the Lord will never fail my (our) prayers.
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Though some things may not be that good, I thank God for the blessings He's been shoving my way–blessings which would definitely help me realize my 400D dream.
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Since Francis resigned from his 4-year job, we haven't been seeing each other that much. It's just a weird change for me. I've already been used to seeing him over lunch and/or after work, and I've been so used to him seeing me hop onto a PUJ for a ride home. I wish he can get a job very soon, and somewhere here in Ortigas, so we can still have lunch outs and we can still ride home together, even if it's just all the way to Cubao only.
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