07.16.06
Posted in Uncategorized at 2:23 am by cla-uplb
a friend wisely advised me to stop thinking about the possibility of falling in love and focus on the friendship instead. he’s correct, of course, and ive always known it even before he told me the words. i guess i just needed to hear them aloud from someone. he drove the point home to me last night.
so i guess that means shedding off my nice girl-next-door image and going back to my usual snobbish, sarcastic, ‘one-of-the-boys’ self. i need to stop thinking that there’s more to every message, every word. i need to stop thinking that im pretty and likeable and possibly, a nice girlfriend material. hehehehe…
just like the rest, he’s a heartbreak waiting to happen. (well, what else is new?)
and yep, i need to stop watching the news. darn!
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07.09.06
Posted in Uncategorized at 2:41 am by cla-uplb
magtatagalog ulit ako ngayon. sumhow, im not in the mood to do this in english so id rather use the language im comfortable with, even if i do commit occasional mistakes with my grammar.
gising na ako since 3 am ngayon. hindi ko alam kung bakit basta nagising na lang ako. maaga ako natulog, siguro mga 10 pm, pagkatapos kong lumabas kasama sina sherwin para kumain. sabi ko manonood pa ako ng newsflash special edition ng GMA7, pero nakatulog na pala ako.
paggising ko ng 3, may message sa cellphone ko. konting text sabay kuha ng laptop para magsulat. sayang oras. besides, i was planning to write the night before but since i slept early, it seemed like a good way to do the writing early in the morning. i had a clearer head and the whole place’s silent. between paragraphs and the faint sounds of jazz music from my player, i was also texting someone who was also awake on a such an ungodly hour. and between my 2nd article and motorcycle accident updates, i ate my breakfast (that was around 5 in the morning already) of raisin oatmeal cookies i bought from goldilocks the night before. there were a couple more text messages after that, this time about another accident, a truck loaded with butchered pigs and cows. i finished five articles this morning.
call me inspired. i’ve never woken up at 3 am before, unless im going off on a trip and is too excited and hyped to sleep. so yeah, there must be something with me these days. and perhaps, this is just what i need.
…ngayon ko lang na-realize sa point na ‘to na hindi pala tagalog ang kabuuan ng aking entry. parang nagmukha tuloy siyang corny dahil sa language shifting at broken english. hmmm…okay lang. siuro naman, im entitled to commit mistakes every now and then. 
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07.02.06
Posted in Uncategorized at 12:27 am by cla-uplb
ive always wanted to learn ballet. as a child, i dreamt of donning on those frilly skirts and the dainty ballet shoes and doing leg splits and toe stands. sadly though, my parents never saw my potential to become a ballet dancer and enrolled me in a reading class instead (which explains why i digest books as fast as i eat my meals). but they say its never too late to learn something. and no, even if it’s one of my frustrations, i dnt think i can learn ballet at my age. but im going to enroll in dance lessons, the kind which moves to the groovy tunes of hiphop music. a friend and i have been thinking of learning street jazz. and id like to learn how to break dance and do head stands. whohoooh! it would be a far nicer alternative to sweating it out in the gym and working the machines. dancing would be the perfect form of release and a nice hobby on a friday night when i dont have dates knocking on my door. id learn how to move these long dormant muscles and learn some great moves that just might come handy when i need to perform in front of an audience. come to think of it, i might turn out to be good at this and who knows, have a career in dancing maybe. and then from street jazz and break dance, im going to move on to ballroom dancing and belly dancing. i would love to dance to Latin music, the sexy, steamy, seductive kind. i’d get to wear those full skirts and really high heels and swing my butt and flick my wrist. yeah, its a nice picture.
of course, it’d be like teaching a five year old kid to read and write so id require an ultra patient dance partner and instructor. someone who knows how to handle a 23 year old set of bones and muscles (hear, hear! hehe).
someone said that dancing’s a skill so it can be learned. i certainly hope so because i hope to be dancing in the future. it would be a good way to get rid of the flab in my middle and tone these muscles. who knows, it just might be the perfect way to find a nice, equally sexy dance partner who would be dancing with me forever (hehe…just joking!).
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