Birthday Boy

Today is one of my closest and dearest friends’ birthday. He just turned 30, he's really fabulous and deliriously happy.

Happy birthday Nelz!

I promised Nelz Olivisms in today’s blog. My apologies for the 30’s part, I only had 3 years’ worth of reflection for this.

Olivism: Decades


In our first 12 years, we come to ourselves, as a kid, then a pre-teen knowing all about our little worlds.

We explore all things set before us without reservations, fear, or self-conciousness. We explore being good, and being bad.

We most likely will discover our gifts at this point. Better motor skills than most, or maybe we are better at articulating our thoughts, or perhaps better looking…it’s different for everyone.

Our minds, memories, emotions, and spirits are shaped to make us ready to take on the first difficult 7 years of having 2 digit ages: being a teen.

10's possibilities

As a teenager, it’s fun to watch our bodies grow from child-size to adult proportions. Hormones go berserk as they start kicking in. Along with these come the awareness that life has more depth, it’s got more colors and extremely rich with textures.

Best time to learn languages, to see what the other gender is about, and explore your preferences.

We hone our gifts at this time.

Best time to make adult friendships, and take the childhood ones to this level.

This is when we espouse certain ideals that may have come from books, teachers, mentors, or directly from life. We take them as absolute truths sometimes. Life’s little contradictions torture you. Thus, our teen angst.

This is also when we wonder what the rest of the world is up to. The lust for exploring the world, life, love, death, hate, wisdom, ancients, and everything turns you inside out from curiosity.

This is also when we are so confident that we are so smart, that we come up with our different cocky individual meanings of life.

20's--mad scramble

With our newfound financial freedom, and independence, we explore the world. Around us, beneath us, above us.

We fall in love with life all over again, and we walk with a swagger. We own the world.

We look the world in the eye without hesitation, leap feet first, and reflect later. We lick our wounds, hurt, cry, laugh, and hope we have enough sense of humor to make it through.

Best time for satisfying answers to the questions we asked as teens.

Best time to test the ideals and beliefs we have formed the previous decade against the real world. We chuck the ones that were wrong, and feel relieved that some of them were right.

New friendships are to be found in every corner. Previous friendships are strengthened as we share everything in a new set of environment. Friends hold our hands when we bleed from certain leaps of faith that failed. We rejoice together on every success.

We get busy carving a niche in the world, and hope that this is deep enough to hold you up and give you an eyeful of what is out there.

By the end of this decade, you are on top of the world. Knowing which things you want, and which ones you don’t.

You realize one can’t really have everything. You are wiser, but you sport a certain hint of sadness that keep your feet on the ground.

You have no regrets. The world can still be yours.

30's --aggressive pursuit

You regret the day you did not try harder at everything. Regrets are easier to accept, though. But these are seen with a detached smirk, knowing that life is about to get interesting again. We know we are reaching our prime.

You know where you have been, you know where you are, and you know where you are going.

There is a sexiness in a person who is comfortable in his/her own skin. And you wear this certainty with a casualness that lights up your eyes if you choose to remember. You know who you are, and you like it.

Armed and dangerous with the positive and negative, you do a Jet Li on life. But more on that later.

You are more discriminating with friends. Scrapes and burns from the previous decade make you a bit wary of people. Drama is exhausting and annoys you.

You lose touch or discontinue unstable friendships, but keep them on your rolodex archives.
(Never burn bridges. Today's junior dick could be tomorrow's senior partner.)

You know life is too short. You think about taking the lazy way out into immortality by settling down to multiply. Your hormones tell you to. You shake your head to clear it. Sometimes it sneaks up on you. You think about going the Angelina way and adopting a kid from Cambodia…

You know what things in life you want, therefore, you make it a personal mission to see that you do get these things. But knowing that while you can’t have everything, you can still have most things. You make realistic adjustments and prioritize.


Ideally, you’d have all the things you wanted. It’s time to take a calm serene look at your life, and enjoy what you have…

Then midlife crisis strikes. You seek out the stuff at the bottom of your realistic 30’s priorities list that you missed…


You survived half a century. You are very close to your plastic surgeon. You are fabulous.

60's to infinity--bugs

You seriously relax, watch the world do its magic around you. And you remember Bugs Bunny’s words: “Don’t worry about life, nobody gets out of it alive.”


Holiday Advice

Teng has a countdown to the number of days before Christmas in his yahoo messenger. It’s down to 64 days.

Just thinking about having to do the Holiday get together with relatives gives me indigestion.

In an article by Nancy Monson for SHAPE, she tackles the holidays challenge of facing relatives. She gives sound advice.

Find the hidden love in your relatives’ negative comments. Family members usually think they’re being helpful by making comments about your weight or asking questions about your love or work life, Felder (psychologist Leonard Felder) notes. And their comments often have more to do with their own issues than with you. “They try to teach you to be the perfect person that they aren’t,” he says, “or to justify their own mistakes and life choices.”

I like that.

Situation #1

Nosey Relative: So when are you going to get married? Why aren’t you? Look at me…*wears a smug look*

You: I understand that you love me, and I know that are trying to justify your own mistakes and life choices, so…how was your childhood? *look intently into the relative’s eyes with a slight frown*

I mean really…*slowly and make your voice trail away* how…was…it…after…you know…? *look compassionate* well, it's a blessing you were too young to remember...*shake your head and wipe away a fake tear*

Situation #2

Nosy Relative: Hello there, did you gain some weight? *looks at you up and down* ah yes you did.

You: I understand that you love me, and I know you are trying to teach me to be the perfect person that you are not, so I won’t take that against you. You gonna eat that pudding? *take the pudding*

I think I will have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.


girl talk

Last Sunday, my sister and I went to visit the fabulous Ipe in Calamba to get our hair styled and cut.

I'm still sporting my Miranda haircut (slightly longer), while sis is doing the Carrie-do.

I cut my hair this length early this year as a bit of an OA-symbolic gesture of a fresh start. Starting to miss the feel of long hair.

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Ethan and Julie

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In the 90’s, the movie Before Sunrise explored the possibilities of a romantic 24 hour interlude with an attractive stranger in a beautiful, foreign city. Tentatively falling in love, connecting, being.

And just getting on with our separate lives afterwards while the whole episode is still all rosey and surreal.

The idea is somewhat exciting, somewhat naïve, but generally asking to be an item tossed into your baggage marked “my life’s little what if’s”.

Fast forward to ten years later. Before Sunset comes along. We slap our collective foreheads and go (a la Homer) “Doh!”

They are so killing the premise that made the first movie a minor cult film…

But hey, I haven’t seen it yet. I know I won’t hate it because Ethan Hawke is in it. *shallow people raise your hands with me*

Those of us who experienced some strong connection with another soul in a beautiful foreign place just like the first movie would agree that it would be interesting to meet that person again after 10 years.

Fade in Alicia Keys: “You can buy me diamonds…”


Reggie Rules

After making the necessary deliveries to our clients last Wednesday, I decided to be a mall rat.

Went inside Rustan’s Makati and saw that the waxing booth was open with no customers.

Hmmm…why not.

I’m certainly not a bikini-waxing connoisseur, but so far, this waxer, Reggie has the magic hands of a veteran. The wax temperature was just right, there was no problem with any skin accidentally getting waxed off. And most of all, there was no compromising distorted position I need to suffer.

She even gave me maintenance tips. Groovy.

Bravo Brazil!


Sweetest Goodbye (Maroon5)

Where you are seems to be
As far as an eternity
Outstretched arms open hearts
And if it never ends then when do we start?
I'll never leave you behind
Or treat you unkind

I know you understand
And with a tear in my eye
Give me the sweetest goodbye
That I ever did receive

Pushing forward and arching back
Bring me closer to heart attack
Say goodbye and just fly away
When you comeback
I have some things to say

How does it feel to know you never have to be alone
When you get home
There must be someplace here that only you and I could go
So I can show you how I
Dream away everyday
Try so hard to disregard
The rhythm of the rain that drops
And coincides with the beating of my heart

I'll never leave you behind
Or treat you unkind
I know you understand
And with a tear in my eye
Give me the sweetest goodbye
That I ever did receive

Pushing forward and arching back
Bring me closer to heart attack
Say goodbye and just fly away
When you come back
I have some things to say

How does it feel to know you never have to be alone
When you get home
There must be someplace here that only you and I could go
So I can show you how I feel
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sleep and gadgets

After the last couple weeks, I finally had the chance to catch up on sleep. I slept for 13 hours. Think the maids kept checking up on me.

They were in a state of near panic by the time my sister came home from work. They wondered if I still had a pulse.

Being involved in projects that require sleep-deprivation for most of the past 10 years, I should say this ranks as the top horror story.

Adding to these series of near-misfortunes, a list of firsts get long:

  1. It’s the first time I have worked on a magazine (Faith’s second, Nelson’s a veteran) .
  2. It’s a gadget magazine’s maiden issue.
  3. It’s the client’s first magazine project.
  4. It’s the producer/project manager’s first ever mag/issue on her first job. She's able to handle things well considering the circumstances. (Go girl!)
  5. It’s the first time I had to use Freehand MX and Photoshop 8, and must find my way around instantly.
  6. It’s the first time I had to bring my trusty PC, Jologs to the mag headquarters, and Jologs' first trip to the printer. (I wish I had a portable hard drive.)
  7. It’s the first time I went with only 2 hrs. sleep for almost 4+ days.

Had the chance to review the product last night while I was doing the archives. Overall, the product is not too bad, I think.

Somehow, after doing this job, I feel more confident and less of a fake when I call myself a graphic designer.

There are 2 other gadget magazines the publisher wants us to do. One for next month, another for next year.

Really can’t say if I want to do it or not. We gave noncommittal answers to direct questions.



this is the day

i'm in the middle of a nightmare project i will look forward to looking back at with relief and possible mirth in the near future.


Smug Bitch

Maybe I am entitled to be a little bit smug.

Approximately a year ago, I could totally relate to Sarah McLachlan's song.


Heaven bent to take my hand
And lead me through the fire
Be the long awaited answer
To a long and painful fight

Truth be told I've tried my best
But somewhere along the way
I got caught up in all there was to offer
And the cost was so much more than I could bear

Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...

We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
The past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
The lonely light of morning
The wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I have held so dear.

I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...

Heaven bent to take my hand
Nowhere left to turn
I'm lost to those I thought were friends
To everyone I know
Oh they turned their heads embarassed
Pretend that they don't see
But it's one missed step
You'll slip before you know it
And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed

Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here And tell me I told you so...

today, i like the lyrics to Pink's song 18 Wheeler. teehee.

You can push me out the window
I'll just get back up
You can run over me
with your 18 wheeler truck
And I won't give a fuck
You can hang me like a slave
You can run over me with your 18 wheeler but
You can't keep me down.


30's women

ME LIKEE...heeheehee

Here is a piece written by Andy Rooney - CBS 60 Minutes.

Andy Rooney says:

As I grow in age, I value women who are over 30 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:

A woman over 30 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask,"What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.

If a woman over 30 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it's usually something more interesting.

A woman over 30 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom.

Few women past the age of 30 give a damn what you might think about her or
what she's doing.

Women over 30 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you
at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you
deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with it.

Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.

A woman over 30 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn't trust the guy with other women. Women over 30 couldn't care less if you're attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won't betray her.

Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 30. They always know.

A woman over 30 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true of younger women or drag queens.

Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 30 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.

Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk if you are acting like one! You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her.

Yes, we praise women over 30 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman of 30+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year-old waitress.

Ladies, I apologize.
Andy Rooney

For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free". Here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig, just to get a little sausage...


raising kate

This is a typical feel-good movie with a sad premise identical to TV's Zoe Buzeck Wild Card: Single girl robbed of single lifestyle.

Faith pointed out that Kate Hudson can sometimes look like the blonde version of JLo. Same face shape , same heavy-lidded almond eyes, same eyebrow shape, basically the same bone structure. Only finer features.

John Corbett--what's up with this guy's roles? Always the good guy who goes for the ditzy NY fashionista with curly blonde hair and lots of beautiful shoes.

Have to admit though, that Helen's high heel collection makes this movie a must-see.
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