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mardi, septembre 30, 2003 buti nalang walang ini-endorse si Kris na feminine hygiene product or feminine wash. papatiwakal siguro ako kung president ako ng kumpanyang yun. # gtz | 8:54 PM | mercredi, septembre 24, 2003 much as i'd rather not write and comment about kris aquino. sige na nga... showbiz insider chika lang. kaya daw galit na galit si Kris ay dahil na-witness ni Josh yung gun-pointing incident. so yung anak nyang may ADHD ay, apparently, tulala pa hanggang ngayon. Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder po. # gtz | 8:25 PM | music: Happy (pa rin) when it pours, it pours. going to cebu and bohol tomorrow. all. expenses. paid. katawan ko lang ang kapalit. este, article pala. (sorry sa mga ma-iindian ko sa biyernes. di pa kasi ako nagbo-Bohol eh.) # gtz | 2:00 AM | music: Happy (Meteor Garden II OST- alexia. MG fan lang makaka-relate.) yepey! finally leaping out of my comfort zone. and this was predicted by my birthday astrology: that i would venture into something new in October. kewl. happy, sha-la-la-lala! everybody should be happy... in other news, sharing my horoscope for today for amusement. The primary focus today is likely to be on romance and marriage, gitz. Have you been thinking about getting married? If so, you could be surprised to learn that your significant other has been thinking the same way. This could be the end of a long period of uncertainty for you, and is apt to prove to be a very healing experience. Don't be surprised if people around you tell you how beautiful you look! # gtz | 1:00 AM | mardi, septembre 23, 2003 Zuz and Zo 
if you have time to spare on Friday 7pm, go watch the free Cine Europa screening of Zuz and Zo at Megamall, cinema 6. This film from The Netherlands is hilarious and amusing. though while i was laughing my head off, i suspect the gay people at the back were shedding tears for and because of Nino. here's an overview: When Nino decides to marry his ravishing girlfriend Bo, his three elder sisters suffer a simultaneous panic attack. First of all, Nino's gay and what's worse, if Nino gets married, he will inherit the beloved family home on the Portuguese coast: Hotel Paraiso. Wanda, Sonja and Michelle all see a future in Portugal as the ultimate solution to all their problems. Struggling artist Wanda wants to start a gallery in the hotel, magazine writer Sonja hopes to find inspiration to write her articles there and wants to live in the hotel with her adulterous husband and Michelle just wants to escape her busy life: besides a foundation for war orphans she runs a large family extended with foster children and refugees. Family and friends are set aside in their joint battle to sabotage the wedding. Each with her own hidden agenda, they plot various schemes which, however, fail one after another. As Bo invites the sisters to accompany her to Portugal to make the wedding preparations, they go for the last chance to save their dreams. all this happens while Nino is still lusting for Felix Delicious, the very handsome and delicious TV chef. while Wanda is having an affair with her sister Sonja's husband Hugo, presumably to get even because Sonja lost her virginity to Felix Delicious whom Wanda has always loved. Sonja, in turn, has fantasies with Jan, frigid Michelle's husband (who i think is still in a closet and who likes Hugo after seeing him naked when Hugo went to him for medical advice on STD). and Bo, well no need to worry about her, she's a strong and feisty gal. Zuz and Zo reminds me of 
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oohhh, and i can't wait to see Gwyneth play Sylvia Plath. # gtz | 8:00 PM | libog lang pala. nya. # gtz | 7:43 PM | lundi, septembre 15, 2003 dreamcatching i think there's something wrong with my dreamcatcher. eversince i acknowledged that i've been having dreamless nights since i used it, the magic seems to have stopped. i'm having my baby dreams again. only this time it's about a boy. the first dream can't get any weirder, what with a volcano, lava, water (crossing and swimming in it), huge lego pieces made out of styropore and a jacuzzi-sized container filled with pork and beans. i'm back to sleepless nights and 4am awakenings. at least i can't dream if i'm awake, can i? # gtz | 7:00 PM | dimanche, septembre 14, 2003 "may picture ako ng pinsan ko sa wallet, gusto ko kamukha nya magiging girlfriend ko," classmate O started to explain about the women in his wallet. R, O, and i were partially inebriated and it was show-and-tell time. "eh anong gagawin mo--," R and I asked at the same time. "go ahead, pareho naman ata itatanong natin," R said. i smiled and continued "anong gagawin mo pag may na-meet kang gusto mo?" "madali lang yan, may picture ko sa kabila." true enough, he did have his picture pasted at the other side of his cousin's picture. weird. "ikaw?" R asked me. oh no. what do i say? how could i possibly tell him who was in my wallet. that admission would drop me five notches off the Coolness Meter, or probably even land me a spot in his Crazy Girls List. and i definitely didn't want that to happen. "picture ko." "vain!" me and my big mouth, but i did have my picture in my wallet before, and i still had a 1x1 pix of me there still. "hindi ah. sayang lang yung space para sa picture, kesa blank. "ako, walang laman ang wallet ko. kung may girlfriend ako, yung picture nya pero ngayon wala." (kilig. kilig.) after which he took out his wallet from his back pocket to show us. oh no. show-and-tell. i'm dead. please don't ask to see my wallet. please don't ask to see my wallet. please. please. besides, it's not with me right now. it's at the other table, on the seat beside orangemoony. whew. how could i tell him i had Hua Ze Lei's picture in my wallet? because someone gave it to me. lame. very lame. i can't take the picture out of the slot, that soon enough at least. it was stuck there, where it belonged. i'm not good at magic. i can't just make unwanted wallet pictures disappear. if i manage to get to the washroom, probably. whew. i owe a lot to O for defensively explaining the presence of his cousin's picture and sparing me the agony and shame of showing mine. i'd just have to think that Hua Ze Lei and i have broken up. that i'm preparing the space for someone else's picture. but then, Hua Ze Lei is still in my wallet and i have to remember to take him out before i go out with R again. # gtz | 11:28 PM | vendredi, septembre 12, 2003 i've been receiving SMS from people i don't know these past few days. i, of course, am wishing it's my crush just checking on me. but this is not my lucky day. one of the senders turns out to be my crazy ex. his excuse this time was that he was inviting me out for a drink since his birthday is coming up. But in his succeeding messages, he told me (without me asking nor being a trifle interested) how he always thought of me, how his marriage was wrong and how he didn't want to disturb me but just couldn't bear it anymore. argh. # gtz | 8:11 PM | mercredi, septembre 10, 2003 Music: Pinch Me (Barenaked Ladies) *inlababo akish*inlababo akish*inlababo akish*inlababo akish*inlababo akish* inlababo akish. # gtz | 12:45 AM | dimanche, septembre 07, 2003 How many times do i have to tell myself to stop buying books? until i finish reading the books i've already hoarded, at least. i was planning on buying Guess How Much I Love You to give to my youngest inaanak but it wasn't available at National Bookstore, Glorietta. Instead, i took home 
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i've always wanted to buy It's Raining Pigs and Noodlesbut found its price rather expensive for a children's book i just wanted for myself, which is also why i only have one Shel Silverstein book. But with P500 off, i just couldn't resist. Buti nalang paperback na yung Coraline. Buti nalang din na nakabili na ako ng mga libro. hindi na ako na-tempt sa mga libro sa Bookfair sa Megamall. # gtz | 8:27 PM | vendredi, septembre 05, 2003 after my early NASC I class, during the first few weeks of classes (the first day of my first semester, even.) i was just outside the Physci Bldg with a blockmate when malatemail and a blockmate of hers came up to us (both our blockmates knew each other, i think). malatemail said to me, "you're my classmate in Creative Child, right?" 'well, could be,' i thought. Creative Child was the Montessori school i went to when i was three, so think i can be forgiven if i don't have the foggiest idea fourteen years later. what bothered me more was that it meant my looks haven't changed that much since i was three for her to recognize me. turns out we were indeed classmates. the class pictures and moving up day pictures prove it all. and pictures of us in grass skirts, us in halloween costumes, us in tights and leotards (but we took ballet classes much later, in grade 1?). and the pictures where she was dressed as Henny Penny and i was one of the Three Blind Mice. years later, i saw her photo album and found a picture of us in tutus, the only two kids in wrong positions. she was upright and i was looking at her, following her lead. all the other dancers were in a genuflect-like pose, in perfect alignment/formation. to which i can conclude that if you can't dance at age three, you can't dance when you're older. same goes with acting. # gtz | 3:09 AM | one of the most vivid childhood memories of my cousin B was when i took a bite at his arm. apparently he's not the only one who remembers it, our moms also remember that day but only because they had to bring him to the hospital, to check for rabies i suspect. i must have been two or three. my mom says i probably bit him because he was bigger than i was (he's a year older) and i was jealous because he could do more things, like talk straighter and run faster. what i remember though was being hit with a piece of wood he swung around, and i, in revenge, took a bite at him. though i've always wondered if this is really a memory or just a figment of my imagination. (My childhood memories are not as vivid as malatemail's childhood prank stories. she must have used up her allotted memory space in her youth, i wonder if her adult memories are as vivid but, of course, are no less unforgettable. but then again, her memory could be better now. more on Diana's memory in my next entry.) seems i haven't outgrown this method for releasing my anger. i haven't felt like gnawing at flesh in a while, which goes to say i haven't felt as frustrated and angry to bite someone's head off lately. but yesterday was different, i could feel my molars yearning to bite something really hard and tear at it. this is how it probably feels like when babies are teething, or when vampires are wanting of blood and their fangs become more prominent. i strongly doubt if i have recessive manananggal genes. though i really hate the sun (mostly when daybreak catches me before i get to bed after a night out.) nor do i have cannibalistic tastes, i hate it when i'm about to bite the juicy meat off my chickenjoy joy and i find a very red vein. postscript: no, i didn't bite anyone last night. believe me, i wanted to. good thing i saw my crush and he spoke to me after class. happy, happy! joy, joy! but i think my professor knows i have a crush in class. the horror! at least i don't think i'm the only one who likes this guy. i'm sure my gay classmate also likes him, for one. please don't let my crush be gay, and i don't think my gaydar is broken. # gtz | 2:36 AM | lundi, septembre 01, 2003 Saturday: was disappointed to discover that Likha-Diwa doesn't serve the satay wrap anymore. but their Pusitsig is great! 
Had fun looking for Larry Alcala in the 30+ illustrations in the Ala' Alcala Exhibit of Ang I.n.k at the Corredor of the UP Fine Arts. yup, that's Corredor. don't ask me why, because i haven't found the answer yet. the eye strain i got was terrible. to think i was told some artists didn't even hide Mang Larry. or they probably forgot. Now that i've started throwing trash, i began tackling my ever thickening wallet. if only it contains wads of cash instead. drumroll please... and the most useless/oldest piece of paper that has survived several wallet-cleanings is an expenses/itinerary list of my Banaue/Sagada trip in April 2002, including all the bus tickets i was saving for a travel album/scrapbook. the runners-up are 2.) three LOTR tickets and two Matrix Reloaded tickets; and 3.) Ultra track and field entrance tickets i stocked up on when i used to jog there less than two years ago. # gtz | 2:30 AM | |
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