a great lesson learned: saying goodbye to 2008

Last year, my first blog entry was about how Francis proposed to me in Baguio. Seems like a very good way to start off 2008. And now looking back to the year that just waved goodbye, I can say that yes, it was a pretty good year for me--perhaps not that fab--but good enough for me to say there are no regrets.

Of course, there have been ups and downs, but generally, 2008 fared better than other years. For one, the year was busy with wedding preparations--how can that be not exciting, right? Then, there were those many work-related out-of-town trips that really made me realize how I want to travel more and appreciate how beautiful this country is, how fun it is to immerse oneself in a different environment even just for a day or two (that Benguet trip was the best of it all). These trips also allowed me to have my photos published--to my delight.

But perhaps the best experience that 2008 gave me happened during my OB trip to Albay. It has been a great lesson taught to me by God: I need to wait it out some more, and that good enough is never good enough. It was a lesson well-learned that I had this desire to share it to other people, and I thank the Lord for giving me that opportunity when I was asked to testify during our Thanksgiving Sunday at church last November.

I was so close to finally reaching my dream of writing--just writing. I mean, sure, my present job gives me the opportunity to write with byline; it's just that it was never part of my job description per se. It just so happened that I get to write as a side job (being in a magazine publishing industry and all; which reminds me, this year brought in a lot of writing stints on the side!), but writing with byline is never part of the deal with what I'm doing right now in our department (we're sort of an in-house ad agency). So when that dream opportunity came knocking at my door, I grabbed it without really thinking. And just when I was that close to finally getting it, I had to turn my back not because I want to but because I just had to. Some people, like I said in my entry before, may not understand why I did it, why I turned my back to it. But in the bigger scheme of things, I know that if I took it, if I took the easy road and said yes, in the end I would've regretted it. I had to turn my back because there are certain things I can't compromise. It was hard. It was shattering. It was that one point when I questioned God why He should make me wait some more as if the waiting I'd done wasn't enough. Why wasn't this His will? I could've just ignored that small voice and just went in for the big thing, but the voice, albeit tiny, was loud enough for me not to ignore. Apparently, the decision I made didn't come with immediate peace.

But now, looking back, I know I've already made my peace with that decision. God didn't took so long to give me the calm I asked for after He said "no" to me. And until now, when I go through what happened in my head, I am so happy to say that I did make the right decision. There are still times when I ask myself where I would be right now had I decided otherwise--I could perhaps be doing what I've always wanted to do, but I know I won't feel the peace I have now.

Indeed, there are no regrets for 2008. And I look forward to a brand new year as I saunter into a brand new chapter of my life: that of being a Mademoiselle Funa.

busy, busy holiday

In between last-minute holiday shopping and all the holiday preparations, Francis and I got so busy ironing out a couple more items on our checklist before we get to say "I do" two months from now. Thank the Lord for making my asthma go away fast, we only had to deal with a one-day delay in our schedule of wedding prep activities.

Dec. 20 was our pre-cana seminar in UP Parish, where we had to seriously consider and tackle serious marriage issues to ensure that we really are marrying for the right purpose. A week before that, we had to drop by the Taytay church to have our wedding bann posted (to make sure no one "hinders" our marriage. Haha!). Then just before the long holiday break started, we've already booked our flight to our honeymoon destination--Bohol--as well as our hotel there, Amorita. Isn't the place oh-so-lovely?!?! Then today, we had our invites printed and our purty wedding bands ordered (was supposed to do these yesterday had it not been for my asthma and a slight fever). Before work begins next week, we're hoping to book the bridal car, check the invitation sample print, fix the seat plan, and search for a house we can rent for a few months/years. (But of course, we're still hoping to find a great deal for a house and lot that we can purchase within our first year as hubby and wifey).

Just a couple more items to check: my shoes, the reception program, the band, the choir from our church (I'll let my maid of honor, my sis, take care of this), my pastor's sermon during the reception (I need to remind him about this), wedding vows, wedding cake, place cards, table names, thank you tags for the favors, and a meetup with our caterer to finalize table and reception venue setups. Oh, we also need to meet with our emcees, our good friends Ate Jha and Chad; and also with our reception organizers, siblings Jai and Jael. And of course, there are some more expenses to settle. Whew! But we're so glad we're already done with the major details of the wedding. I am especially looking forward to the first week of January as I'll be fitting my wedding gown already! Weeee!

Best of all, I'm so happy I can cartwheel with joy to know that my groom is as excited (if not more than) as I am. Every day that brings us nearer to THE date only brings us closer, making me realize how blessed I am to be marrying him.

P.S.
We're still contemplating if we're still to have our pre-nup photo shoot, what with all our photos spanning 10 years! And if ever we decide to go for it, we're looking at Baguio. And if we're to go to Baguio for the shoot, it better be this January...Hmmm...

pay it forward to Mang Milton of UP Palma Hall

May the Lord bless Mang Milton...and to those who didn't pay their loans, please have a heart to at least visit or help out Mang Milton in whatever way you can.


Story HERE.

a happy, happy day!

Three wonderful things happened today.

Last night, on the way home after watching Twilight with Francis, Cindy and her friend Mel in Robinsons Galleria (was disappointed by the movie, by the way), I realized I didn't have my Starbucks planner with me--which means, I must've left it somewhere, either in Podium or Galleria. But then again, when I tried to recall real hard where I probably have left it, I don't remember ever having it with me when we were in Galleria. That must mean I left it somewhere in Podium, in the 2nd level comfort room, if memory serves me right. So early this morning, I immediately called the Podium administration to report what happened, and they were very kind enough to accommodate my dilemma. A certain Mr. Gomez entertained my call. He got my name and contact number, assuring me he'd endorse the issue to their secretary, Michelle. I called them at 8am; come 10:30, our phone rang and my sister called for me, saying someone from Podium was calling. I was so happy to hear from Michelle that they did find my planner! It was pure joy! That planner contains 11 months of my 2008 life, so I prayed really hard that I'd be able to find it. So before meeting with Francis tomorrow for our "official" anniversary date, I'll drop by Podium to claim my beloved planner.

Then this afternoon, my sister and I went to Divisoria to check on the color of the fabric for my entourage. I was worried that the couturier would really have a hard time finding the perfect fabric in the perfect shade of plum we want. But lo and behold, after an exhausting walk to the couturier's stall, they found a better one! Wooopee! Happy bride I am!

And since we were in Divisoria, we made most of the time by scouring the place for the perfect wedding favor, which is the only thing unchecked in our list. Francis and I were hoping to find something musically themed. After minutes of walking and pushing around amid the crowd, sis and I were disappointed to see that the many wedding giveaways there are the ordinary ones that didn't really suit our taste. We decided to just head home, as my sis still has to attend choir practice by 7pm. She decided we take a short cut, hoping to find an easier (and less crowded) way back to where we can hail a PUV to the LRT station. Unfortunately, it was a bad decision; we found ourselves squished among a stream of busy shoppers, and I had to scold my sister for insiting we take that "short cut". Good thing there's this sidestreet with less people (but a tad crowded with mechandise). And just before turning another street, we passed by this quaint store, Grandway Commercial, housing lots of figurines and other house decor. I dragged my sister in to see if we can find something nice. We were barely in the store for five mintues when I found these cute steel figurines holding various musical instruments! It's like I was meant to find them! Such serendipity! Not wasting any time, I took a picture of one figurine, sent it to Francis, and hurriedly called him to ask his opinion. I wasn't disappointed--he loves them! Therefore, I haggled for a more reasonable price and told the sales clerk I'd be back as soon as I can to finalize my order. It's been a blessing finding that store! They also have lots of wonderful, quirky pieces that'll spice up any home--cute salt and pepper shakers, a beehive container (yes, a beehive!), antique-looking oriental chests, and other wonderful stuff.

Thank the Lord for a blessed day!

this is our first decade together

Dear Francis,

Forgive me for writing at this hour; this is my little way of consoling myself for losing to you every time I try to beat you to greeting us a “Happy Anniversary”. This is also me anticipating losing to you (yet again) tomorrow. I’ll try so hard not to, because I won’t get to greet you a “Happy 10th Anniversary!” in person until another 10 years has gone by. Anyway, I just want you to know that…

When we’re old and grey, I still need you to intertwine your calloused fingers with mine.
When we’re old and grey, I still need you to plant soft kisses on my wrinkled forehead.
When we’re old and grey, I still need you to strum your guitar and accompany my hoarse melodies.
When we’re old and grey, I still need you to tell me those outdated jokes—and I will still laugh like they’re the best jokes ever.
When we’re old and grey, I still need you to call me silly names that make me want to slap your flabby arms.
When we’re old and grey, I still need you to make up stories that I would believe as if they’re history.
When we’re old and grey, I still need you to wrap your arms around my frail shoulders.
When we’re old and grey, I still need you to listen to my endless chattering.
When we’re old and grey, I still need you to remain calm while I throw a fuss like any old woman would.
When we’re old and grey,
I still need you.

Happy 10th Anniversary to us, Pangga. I can’t wait for another decade spent with you— blessed by the Lord. Another decade and another and another and another…

i shall flash

Flash me!

I thought Francis won't be giving me the flash I've been pining for for our 10th anniversary, primarily due to budget constraints (we're still in for a lot of wedding spending!). And I never would've minded it, really. But the Master of Surprises pulled another hat trick and voila! a Canon Speedlite 430EX II became mine for the taking. Never mind if I failed to comply with our be-at-work-by-9am-at-the-latest-for-two-months deal. The sacrifice, though, is our celebration on the 30th (the 26th day of this month is our official date)--we may not have that grand date we were planning, but who cares! I'll just take tons of pictures of us two. Hahaha! Nah, I'm sure we can cook up an extra-special date that doesn't require breaking the bank.

Pangga, THANK YOU!

But there's only one thing that displeases me: now that iPod indeed pales in comparison with the flash. Hmf!

P.S.
Cos, thanks again for helping Francis. Hahaha!

license to wed

Fresh from the QC Hall, Civil Registry, Window 10

Wooohoooo!!!

You know those moments when you're just utterly at lost for words? That was how I felt when I finally held those precious papers that legitimize our intention to marry. I may have looked like a weird, little girl with a silly smile plastered on my face when I stepped out of the Civil Registry building, making my way to the DOH building to briefly meet my dad.

Of course, I was again running late. Took a half-day off from work to run to QC Hall for our marriage license. I was afraid I'd never make it on time and would have to wait until after lunch for office hours to resume. But I was right on time--40 minutes before lunch. I only had to wait for about 10 minutes before "Funa" was called. I promptly stood up, refraining myself from dashing to Window 10. Wow. I stood up at the call of "Funa". Wow. Wee!

So there I was, beaming as I held the license. The moment was surreal but magnificent.

Well, I bet every moment of February 28, 2009 will be surreal. In fact, I think every day thereafter will be...

wedding mania

It all started one or two weeks back.

Seems like my waking moments these days (hello, even in my dreaming state!) are very much pre-occupied with the thought of getting married--starting from the big day itself to the days and months and years and decades after that.

I admit that having my weekends devoted to wedding preparations is tiring, but I find joy in it. We decided not to hire a wedding coordinator because Francis and I know we can handle everything (aside from the fact that hiring one costs A LOT! But we're getting one for the day itself.) In fact, I enjoy having to mind the nitty gritty. Maybe I have to thank being in an industry that calls for close attention to details.

At this point, we already have a printer to make our invites; and we've already found a couturier to make the gown, barongs and dresses. It's just a matter of finalizing the entourage so we can set a date for the measurement and get the sewing machines rolling. I'm a bit anxious about this as we only have less than three weeks in order to keep to our schedule. Measuring (is that the correct term?) has to be made by the second week of November at the latest, so we can have the fitting by the end of December or first week of January. I'm so excited!!!

Then, when before I used to ignore billboards of condos and houses, now I pay more attention to them. Just the thought of moving into a new nesting place come first quarter of next year makes me all giddy. But before that, there's our honeymoon. We're looking at two options: Hong Kong or Bohol. Given enough moolah, we'd choose the former. But then again, I think that even if we do, maybe I'd (my sole opinion here) go for Bohol because 1) I fell in love with it--it's fantastic! My first (overnight) trip there made me crave for a longer stay; and 2) I'd rather that we save the extra money for a good place. Where we sleep after the honeymoon is far more important, right? I'm sure Francis shares the same sentiment. But definitely, we'd be saving up for an out-of-the-country future trip in case our Hong Kong dream gets junked. It's just that if we're to go on a honeymoon a day after we say "I do", we need to start booking our flight and accommodation by as early as next month. That means we need to make up our minds before October ends! Whew!

So anyway, that's it for now. I just reall, REALLY can't wait to get married. It's the start of a new, fantastic life with Pangga! Woohoo!

P.S.
There's another wedding expo this weekend at the Megatrade Hall, where we'll scout for the perfect wedding band! We actually saw a very classy pair at Suarez in Gateway, and I immediately fell in love with them. We just need to make sure if there are better ones out there.

i found a new addiction

I guess I'm someone who's always believed that writing notes on paper trumps the techie way of pressing keys--on a laptop, a desktop computer or a Palm Pilot. I've always found novelty in using good ol' pen and paper. I prefer keeping track of my schedule with my moleskin Starbucks planner (looking forward to a new one this holiday!). I enjoy taking notes of sudden bursts of creativity on a notebook. So it's no surprise that when I stumbled upon these wonderfully pretty notebooks by Paper Blanks, I was smitten.

Fast forward to a few weeks, those lovely notebooks are still on my mind; and yesterday, I have made up my mind to run to the (relatively) new Fully Booked right beside Shangri-la Hotel after work and fulfill my notebook fantasies. And as if destined to happen, our payslip reflected no tax deduction (hence, more money to spare/spend), so there was more motivation to pursue my mission. Cindy, who also went gaga over Paper Blanks, was easily coaxed into buying with me.

Fast forward to a few hours, Jenny, Cindy and I found ourselves entering the kingdom of Fully Booked, with only 15 minutes left before the store closes. Cindy and I were really running around like two headless chickens, not sure which design to buy. Good thing for her, Cindy found the design she first fell in love with. I, on the other hand, had to settle for a notebook bearing the same design that I like but of a different color. Yet fate was kind to me that night: just when I was about to pay for my purchase, my eyes hovered on this revolving acrylic shelf carrying these other notebooks, and there I found my love--a slim, Smythe sewn pad with Lyon Floral design and a magnetic strap enclosure. I jumped with glee! The lovely thing shall serve as my official wedding notebook!

And as if one notebook wasn't enough, Cindy and I couldn't resist the others on display as well. They were of another brand, and a couple of hundreds cheaper than Paper Blanks (I got one by Teneues in a Breakfast at Tiffany's artwork!). So there: Cindy and I ended up panic-buying, while Jen reserved some notepads/sketchpads for her revived sketching passion.

Without further ado, I present my precious buys:

Smythe sewn Paper Blank Journal in Lyon Floral design (slim), P777,
(3 1/2 x 7, 176 pp., with a memento pouch and ribbon page marker, acid-free!)

Teneues Line Journal, small (10 x 15cm),
with garter enclosure and a memento pouch

This one is for a future purchase. I just hope by then, this is already locally available.

Smythe sewn Paper Blank Journal in Good Dog (Darn Itch!) design (5 x 7, 176 pp., with a memento pouch, magnetic strap enclosure and ribbon page marker)

sometimes i wish i were a tactless beyotch

There are some things I can live with--snide comments I can let pass and just ignore for my own peace of mind. Or some misconceptions about me by some people who easily judge my being loud as a sign of, say, having loose morals, as absurd as such judgment may sound. I mean, what would I get from convincing you otherwise, right? It's not like I'm in showbiz trying to act prude and all that just for publicity. Duh.

Then again, there are other misconceptions about me that get to me. Case in point: I am a talkative person; I never run out of stories or things to say, and some of my friends find that nice because at least I don't bore them to death. Some people, however, misconstrue my being loquacious for my being untrustworthy--as if I would announce to the whole world the dear secrets they'd tell me. Some would even go to lengths as to subtly accuse me of spilling their beans when in fact, and to begin with, the information does not even pass the criteria of being a secret; there was not even an agreement to keep mum about the information anyway. (Analogy: would you actually consider having a new watch a secret when people would eventually notice you're wearing it? COME ON!) Well, hello--I may possibly know more secrets about them than they maybe aware of; and if I were the blabbermouth they think I am, they'd probably be more than embarrassed/ashamed by now.

Which brings me to the point: At times when I feel insulted because some people nonchalantly pass such judgment on me to my face, I just keep my mouth shut. I push away that need to retort back, thinking that if I did, I might go overboard and end up stepping on someone's foot. I have this annoying tendency to just let it all go and pretend that for the next few minutes of the conversation, I was not offended. We're still all good friends; on to happy chit-chat. I tend to try to ignore it, and to my dismay, I usually succeed. I may have succeeded at ignoring and letting it all pass for so many times now that this is the only time I've actually opened up about the issue.

So yes, sometimes I really wish I were a tactless b*tch who doesn't care if I hurt other people's feelings, for as long as I've defended myself from their harsh judgments.

Maybe today I should start becoming one. It's pretty tiring to be Ms. Nice all the time.

coffee dew (acoustic) at 9 Mile

At the Songwriters' Night last Sept. 30, 08

Coffee Dew (acoustic)
Lyrics: Sunshine Selga
Music/Arrangement: Francis Funa

after we fall (acoustic) at 9 Mile

At the Songwriters' Night last Sept. 30, 08

After We Fall (acoustic)
Lyrics/Music/Arrangement: Francis Funa

when art imitates life

Another article out in Cosmo Sept. ish! This time, it's all about wise spending. So I guess this is life's way of telling me that I should seriously learn to save and budget for my future family life. Hahaha!

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Q: What's your romantic bonding ritual?

A: (Please click to enlarge) Teehee!

(On a mushy note:) A few weeks back, Sam (Cosmo's Managing Ed) told me she read this snippet of mine in Cosmo Feb ish. I totally forgot about this one. But I remember Leslie (former Cosmo Managing Ed) asking me a question about me and my fiancé's romantic ritual. Am so glad my answer came out! Yey!

japanese boy guitar prodigy yeah!

Oh my, this kid is amazing!!!

my name is Shain Chain

Hello there, Shain Chain!

Yesterday at Starbucks in Tagaytay, I got a a brand new name for meself: Shain Chain, also spelled as Shean Chai.

With our orders in hand, Francis amusedly told me that the barista had a very difficult time pronouncing my name. I thought, "How can that be? What's so hard about pronouncing 'sunshine'?" Then I foudn out as soon as our cups landed on the table: On mine was written "Shain Chain". And as if one new name isn't enough, on Francis' Java Chip cup read "Shean Chai". I can only imagine how puzzling it was for the poor barista to pronounce those two names! Hahahah! Now where's Dao Ming Si?





Anyway, I was so excited about last Saturday because for the first time ever, I went on an out-of-town trip ALONE, commuting. Ever since Francis was assigned to Cavite (since his first assignment there last year), he had been nagging me about not visiting him there. Bad me. So this time around, I resolved to give him a visit, never mind the 4 grueling hours of trip it entails, and the possibility that I'd get lost. But good thing I did not. I may not be that good in directions, but I'm thankful I have a good memory when it comes to landmarks.

Having left home at around 8:30, I finally got to Cavite whole at around 12:30. And because Trece is such a "happening" town, we ended up having lunch at Jollibee. Now don't get me wrong: comparing the old Trece (last year) with what/how it looks now, there really are good improvements. When last year there were just 7-11,Chowking and Jollibee for dining options, now there's Red Ribbon. The once bare road is now busy with tiangges. I'm sure the place will be on it's way to more developments soon.

After lunch, we headed to Tagaytay, which is another first: it was our first time to go there commuting. Good thing there are airconditioned buses faring the road to Tagaytay.

The funny/annoying/freaky part was, upon alighting from the bus, there were these tricycle drivers offering us their services (they'll tour you around the place for a price, of course) left and right. However, there was this annoyingly insistent driver who first blocked our way that we had to skirt close beside his trike in order to pass the road. He kept on following us and stopping to block our way. After 3 more irritating tries, I could already feel the anger rising to the surface. I had but to blurt out "Kuya hindi nga e! Ang kulit mo!" (We said no! Stop being persistent!). We thought that ought to make him stop. WRONG! He still kept on hounding us. By this time, I was already freaked out. So in order to lose him, we stopped by 7-11 to buy a bottle of mineral water, hoping that by the time we step out of the store, annoying driver has already gone to bug other people. WRONG AGAIN! He was still there, bent on persuading us. Unfortunately for him, a jeep came along and we hurriedly got in. That dude really scared me!


Anyway, we just chose to hang out in Starbucks for a couple of hours. had we not eaten lunch, we would've given in to our craving for The Boutique. I was already imagining their generous serving of this seafood dish swimming in heavenly delicious white soup (I forgot the name). Even while waiting for a bus to Manila, Francis can't help but pine for The Boutique. Wah!

Next time we hit Tagaytay, we'll definitely visit The Boutique again. And we'll make sure to bring a car so we can make a longer stay. (Francis, on the other hand, upon discovering how easy it is to commute from Trece Martires to Tagaytay, announced gleefully that he'll come back whenever he feels bored. He can only have so much of Jollibee/Chowking/Red Ribbon.)

(More cam-whoring here.)

speculating on changes that are spankin' good

I've hardly been receptive to changes, especially the sudden ones. Like when Francis would suddenly decide to just meet some place else when I'm already headed to the original meeting place, or when there's an impromptu client meeting that wasn't listed down in my planner. Such ruin my day, albeit varying in degree.

Getting married is definitely one of these changes--a big one--yet I do not find myself disliking it a bit. In fact, I feel a sense of peace and solitude when I think of the many other big changes that would come crashing down on my lap after we walk down the aisle. I find it amazing to actually be looking forward to something like this--something that would force my life to make a 180-degree turn. The mere possibility of changing careers even makes me grin, because definitely, I would soon be considering whether I should still keep my present job or wave hello to other (hopefully greener) pasture(s) (If you ask Francis, he'd gladly tell you his take on this issue--the latter). It's weird, this feeling. I have never been this happy nor excited about such a big shift that would affect my whole life. It's like after getting married, I have all the excuses in the world to change, too--some things I may not even have control of (like how big my belly would get because of a baby bump; I would finally be getting fat!).

Of course, it's not all wonderful butterflies in my tummy. I'm also scared. I wouldn't know how I can handle all those 180-degree turns, or what would come next, or if making decisions and coming up with the answer would be as easy as choosing between wearing flat shoes or stacked heels. But the Lord will be my fortress. OUR fortress. And I shall be with THE man He gave exclusively and generously to me.

I never thought that having to face many looming major changes in my life would be this deliciously exciting!

slasher alert!

Poor bag of mine...

On my way home from a whole day shoot at Daddy Ocs', my bag got slashed in a PUJ. I was with Cindy, and we were pre-occupied with yakking that I hardly noticed my 1-week old bag getting slashed. I was just annoyed by this burly man crowding me that I passed it up as something normal in a public vehicle jampacked with tired people all wanting to go home and get out of the rain. So yadda, yadda, yadda, and then good thing I glanced at my bag, only to see this burly man's hand reaching for something on my lap. Then I saw it: about 3 inches of a gaping slash marring the bottom of my grey, patent leatherette bag (seconds later, I saw there's another longer one opposite it)! That's when I panicked and went rummaging through my things to see if that jerk got hold of my valuables. During this time, I was already half-shouting that my bag got slashed, and seeing that my phones, wallet etc. weren't stolen, I went on to tell Cindy (and the rest of the passengers) that the man beside me is the culprit. By this time, too, the man was in a hurry to alight from the jeep. He flagged the PUJ at Ligaya, and I was somewhat battling with myself whether or not to grab him by the arm and make everyone know he was attempting to steal from me, or just kick him on the butt while he made his way out of the jeep. I really can't remember now what I was planning to do that moment--only that I wanted to be violent towards that jerk who took advantage of me. Thinking about it now makes my teeth grit in anger!

Still, I had to be grateful that none of my valuables were stolen. Cindy was making me calm down, saying that it's okay and that the worst thing that could have happened (aside from my things getting stolen) was me making a scene and the man hurting me with whatever sharp object he used to slash my bag. Yes, good thing nothing bloody like that happened. I just couldn't imagine what I would've done if he was able to steal anything from me. Maybe I would've done something stupid to make him give it back before he could even alight from the jeep (there was ample time to make me do it), and it could've turned ugly. (Sometimes, I tend to react without really thinking.) So yeah, after calming down, I was thankful to God that nothing worse happened.

And to forget the incident, I resolved to mend my bag. I couldn't wait for tomorrow to bring it to Mr. Quickie to have it repaired. Anyway, I think I made a decent repair.




Hay. All is well that ends well. Thank You, Lord!

P.S.
Thanks to Cindy for calming me sane. Haha!
And to all commuters, be extra cautious when riding a PUV along Katipunan. My sis also got her bag slashed when she rode a jeep in the same area. Beware also of a burly man who'd suspiciously crowd you--or any person for that matter!

"just don't think our anniversary is the 10th of may. it's the 9th...of march"

Because I need to get my mind off things...

Thanks again, Pat, for sharing about Def Poetry.

"...where ideas kiss similes so deeply that metaphors get jealous"

Poems and poets like this make me green with envy.

P.S.
Thanks to Pat E. for sharing. Miss you, my dear!

a night of reunions

Just one of my very few decent photos of the concert.

"Magkahawak ang ating kamay at walang kamalay-malay, na tinuruan mo ang puso ko na umibig nang tunay..." - Ang Huling El Bimbo by the Eraserheads

Though one of my favorite Eheads songs, Ang Huling El Bimbo, was not played due to an emergency (Ely Buendia, the band's front man, was rushed to the hospital after the first set, hence cutting the concert short. Hope he gets well real soon), being in the midst of a Pinoy music phenomenon with other thousands of fans is an experience that would make it to my personal history. In fact, I am not surprised that by now, just a day after the much anticipated reunion concert, a lot of blog entries have already been written and read, professing of how the event turned an ordinary night into something extraordinary, and what the band/their music meant to the authors.

I wasn't much of a fan, not in a sense where I would follow every single detail of the band's life. But there is no denying that my generation has been greatly inspired, if not influenced and shaped, by the music of the Eraserheads. Eraserheads, for me, means high school and early college, and everything that comes in between those years. Songs like Sembreak, Torpedo, Minsan and Pare Ko (the three latter songs weren't performed, unfortunately) conjure up memories that in a way define what my life was as a geeky high school student and a hopeful college freshie. It was particularly nostalgic to see clips of my dear alma mater, UP Diliman, being flashed in the big screen--not really just a mere part of the visual effects for the concert but because those four cool guys actually hailed from the same university, were my seniors, and first met in the Kalayaan Residence Hall (a dorm for freshies).

Yes, it was indeed unfortunate not to see Eheads perform more songs that would've made everyone, including me, jump, bump and sing out loud with glee and pride. But seeing them and hearing all those nostalgic melodies once again--live--and bumping into old friends who share the same admiration for the music is an experience worth cherishing.

P.S.
Photos to be uploaded in my multiply soon.