the other side

My friend told me the other day that there is a very BIG chance that she'll be moving to Singapore. She'll take a job there and stay for 1 year. She assured me that she'll be back in time for my wedding. She is one of my bridesmaid's after all. I have to be honest and say that when she told me about the news I couldn't help but feel sad. I see all the positive things that it could bring to her life and career but that doesn't change the fact that she's not here. She's not a local phone call away or a jeepney ride away. She has been my oldest friend. And overtime, she has become a sister to me. Before, when we used to talk about moving out of the country I always told her that I wouldn't be able to do it alone and sometimes I'd ask her to join me. Now, she is doing this on her own. I always admired her courage. She always went for what she wanted. Or so that's how I saw it. Something that I don't usually do. I'll miss her. I told her that I'd join her if I wasn't getting married. I hope I can go to her for a vacation.

It makes me wonder how our summer would be. For the past few years we always go out for a yearly summer shebang. How can we do that now when she's not in the country? We're really growing up. We're adults now. We have to let go. These are the days when I wish I am back in high school.

It's just so sad. :'(

the one with the Emmy's

I drafted this last Tuesday. My internet was acting up so I wasn't able to post it.

I have to write about this while I am still passionate about it. It just really pisses me off. It was a couple of months back when the news here in the Philippines was that Teri Hatcher's DH character bad mouthed the Filipino doctors. It caused a very big media frenzy that even our country's politicians are having their say. They said that Teri should apologize and that the show should be cancelled and I cannot count the petitions being signed to have actions taken not only against the show but against the actor also. It was for me back then a really stupid subject to dwell on. I mean, we as a country have so much other issues to deal on other than a show saying that we have incompetent medical system and doctors. If you have lived in this country, you have to admit that there is truth in that statement. It hurt but there's truth in it. But now, low and behold, the same actor who bashed our medical system wore a Monique Lhuillier gown on the Primetime Emmy awards and she is again in the news! I have nothing against Teri. Heck, I am all for Teri! But should we really care what she wears that it should make the evening news? I honestly thought that for a minute I was watching an entertainment news show. But no, it was supposed to be one of the decent evening news show in the country. People here have got their priorities all wrong. It's upside down. And it seem that all of a sudden, Teri is the good girl. What is she? The prodigal daughter? Geez people! Get a hold of yourselves.Although I think that Teri might have decided to wear that dress to appease our country's bruised ego. If that is the case, good thinking on her and her agent's part. It looks like it worked.

Oh... And you pronounced Monique's last name wrong. It may be pronounced the way you said it on the news as that here in the Philippines but I guess when she made it big in the States she decided to put a flair on it. It's supposed to be like Luwiliyey not Luwilyer. Now I am just being picky. :P

bruise me much?

My body hurts. From my right knee, to my right pinky finger onto my back. They all hurt and when I woke up this morning they hurt like hell. What did I do to deserve this?!? Well, to answer that melodramatic question... I played basketball with my brother and his little friends. I miscalculated my landing after trying a rebound for the ball and found myself sliding on concrete. As my mom said it all happened way too fast. And what did I get after? All these bruises. Not too much blood was shed but I woke up pretty sore and regretting what I did the previous day. I honestly thought I wouldn't be able to go to work as taking a bath was too much for me. I considered the basketball game as a workout. For next time, I'm sticking with the equipments on our office gym. I think the treadmill and elliptical machine will be good enough for my workout. Due to this bad fall, I missed gym today. Too bad.

Pangarap

Me pangarap ako. Gusto ko sana wag pumasok ng isang araw sa opisina. Ano ang gagawin ko sa araw na to? Uupo sa harap ng TV namin sa bahay at magmo-movie marathon kasama ng mga paborito kong junk foods. Nung isang linggo ko pa pinapangarap yun. Malapit na siyang matupad.
Matapos lang ang Wednesday. Diyos ko, tulungan niyo po ako.

angel in disguise

I really don't need this right now. I have got so many ultra-demanding people around me for you to add to them. And I really don't expect this from you. Why do you have to be so high maintenance?!? This is my wedding. My day. My event. Why can't you be your less demanding and less drama queen self and just go with it. We have been friends for quite some time and you should know by now that I would move heaven and earth for you and our friendship but you know what? Through these little things happening right now, I realize that you don't feel the same. That you are just in it for the ride. I have always been there for you. I have always given you everything. I have always satisfied each of your whims and what do I get in return?! This! I get this! What the fuck!?! Dati pa lang ganyan ka na. Ang tatanda na natin, lalo ka na, wala pa ding pinagbago.

Sinasaktan mo ako. I hope you realize it before I tell myself that you're not worth it anymore. Sinasaktan mo ako.

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I love this song.

Dear Mr. President

Pink

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?

I've been looking for a music file of this song for the longest time and I heard it playing from one of my officemate's laptop last Monday. Di na kasi ako nagka-Kazaa or Limewire e so isang taon ko na siyang hinahanap. Di ko naman masyado kinarir ang paghahanap e. Di talaga kami close pero kinapalan ko na ang mukha ko at hiningi yung file sa kanya. WMA daw yung file extension, sabi ko ok lang. Magkaron lang. I asked one of my analysts to convert it to MP3 a day later. SIya mahilig mag-convert e. Hehe. So voila! Meron na ako sa iPod! Woot! At bumawi ako dun sa officemate ko na hiningan ko nung WMA. Binigyan ko siya nung MP3 file. In the end, pareho kaming masaya. Hehe!

Here's what Wikipedia has to say about the song:

""Dear Mr. President" is a song by Pink featuring the Indigo Girls, and was recorded for Pink's fourth album, I'm Not Dead. Pink said that the song is an open letter to the President of the United States, George W. Bush, and that it is one of the most important songs she had written. She stated that it would never be released as a single in the United States, because it was too important to be perceived as a publicity stunt.[1] It has since been released in Europe, Australia, Canada, and the UK. The video of her performance live from Wembley Arena has also been added to the VH1 line-up of videos.
When I'm Not Dead was released on April 5, 2006, "Dear Mr. President" attracted considerable attention. Most of the discussion concerned Pink's statement that the song was intended for United States President George W. Bush.[2][3] The song's format is a series of questions for the President, specifically pertaining to how he really feels about controversial issues such as war ("Let me tell you about hard work/Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away"), homosexuality ("What kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?") --this can also be viewed as Vice President Dick Cheney not accepting gay rights when his own daughter is a lesbian,-- The homeless ("What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street"), reproductive rights for women ("What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?") and drug abuse ("You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine"), and asks "when you look in the mirror are you proud?", and the war in Iraq ("How do you feel when a mother has no chance to say good-bye?")."

Wedding Nightmares

I had another Wedding Nightmare. I had this before and now I see the pattern. Last time my dream was all about issues with coordination and at that time I was thinking if I need as On The Day coordinator which by the way I think I need. It may as well be to my advantage and sanity to get one. This time, I went to my wedding without any make up and my hair was a mess and the flowers were also a mess. Here's what's happening outside of my dreamland. I still don't have a HMU artist thus the no makeup on my wedding day and I am a bit worried about my flowers. I am planning to send my dad to pick them up on the wedding day itself to make sure that they are right. When I realized the pattern I had to laugh at myself. I am just insane. Hahahaha!