jan 1 12:31 aM

•January 1, 2008 • 4 Comments

mERYRI CHRIShmas. Happy new year. Maghintay ka muna jae, may darating na long entry, in regards to your e-mails.


Huling Hirit

•December 26, 2007 • 3 Comments

Panagot kay Tsame, dun sa huling chat session natin:

At the age of twenty-six, it becomes too much of a stretch to play the martyr. That just doesn’t cut it anymore, does it? Not when our friends are filing annulment papers and negotiating parental visits. Hanging on to the fairytale does not entail whistling a happy tune while the god-forsaken prince is busily pulling on your hair with nary an inch of progress for the past five years. A short bob never looked as cute as now.

Three, four, five years ago we’d think: Basta mahal mo.

Mahal mo ba? And the answer is no. It’s not a resounding, powerful NO with exclamation points and raised eyebrows. It’s a quiet but steady one, the kind that is followed by a heavy sigh. It’s a No that’s gotten stronger with age. It is a refusal, and there is willpower behind it. We refuse to waste our love on someone who refuses to love us back the way we need to be loved, or the way he could have loved us.

There always was a refusal involved.

here we go again

•December 22, 2007 • Leave a Comment

eto na naman tayo sa bakasyon, walang magawa kundi mag-internet. and yes, yes,yes. meron na naman akong spanking new sites: facebook at multiply. wooohooo.

sa facebook nyo mahahagilap ang aking slayer, fighter, at kung anu-ano pang -er. at panalo pic ko dun. yez yez yo, binebenta ko ang site ko. i-add nyo ako, at kelangan ko pa mag-recruit para sa fight club. career ito.

now sa multiply naman ay makakahagilap kayo ng mga picture picture na makikita nyo rin naman sa friendster . pero may added perk: check the videos. tiyak na matutuwa kayo.

the bad news is that facebook is not accessible from work, the good news is that the multiply site is. then again, so is wordpress. and lookat how this went.

as usual, wala na namang kwenta o substance itong post na to. ah well, we’ll leave those sorta things to jae. career!!!

the calm

•December 17, 2007 • 2 Comments

Before I board the plane home for Christmas this year, must take a deep breath –freeze– and exhale. cold fingers unfold as I try to count up the good and happy things that made this year nice. This must be the logic behind Random Access Memory. dig up the data from the rusty drive, lay them all out, up and ready to be accessed in a split-second when the need arises to think up happy thoughts. Must not freeze, must not crack. Must beef up on happy stories and happy thoughts..

.. err..

oh no. oh no. oh no. they seem to be buried deeper than I thought. will get back to this tomorrow then.

**edit: right after posting this, naisip ko kelangan ko muna magpakalasing. second thought: waddaya know.. mechanical lng pala ako, indi digital. must grease up (inexplain pa)..  third thought: nasan kaya si jae?

You got TaggED

•August 22, 2007 • 2 Comments

Hay naku. chain mail sa blog world. 8 things about me raw o. Well, at least I’ve got something to write about.  Arnold slap-tagged me dun sa janjajanjantonk which is another one of my notoriously abandoned blogs. At dahil blocked ang friendster sa trabaho, aba, e di dito na lang magsusulat si Ineng.

8 bits of dianne.

1. Una, this is my one-two-three.. FIFTH blog. I’ve created blogs in deadjournal, livejournal, blogger, fwendster, and finally wordpress. Most died a natural death. The longest running was this one. The friendster one is still alive mostly because my friendster account is active and every now and then, I run out of space in About Me. Not really too sure about the number, though. I have some vague memory of opening a blog at blogspot and another one from a website i cannot recall. From this point on, though, five is the official number.

2. Pangalawa, I know I put up a pretty (emphasis!) brave front, but I’m scared shitless of anything supernatural.  Hindeng-hinde mo ako mapapadaan sa stairwell between the 14th and 12th floors of our building. Nor can you leave me in an unfamiliar unlit room by myself for more than 30 seconds. Nakabalukot  sa ilalim ng kumot kapag madilim at natatakot si Dianne. Sa bahay namin, tinatakbuhan ko yung kid brother ko pumatay ng ilaw when we stay up late. I would literally go running to my room even before he can turn the tv off. He was 11 then, I was 24.

3. Closet kikay ako. I’d rather leave the details to your imagination.

4. I took professional driving lessons when I was 18 and bumming around for an entire semester in Cagayan de Oro. I actually know how to drive, “know” being a mental operation. With a cigarette between the fingers of my left hand and the steering wheel under my right hand, I was on my way to becoming dianne-the-almighty-roadwarrior. But no. That story will be left for another day.

5. My mother enrolled me in a ballet class when I was a pudgy little girl of 4.  Yes, there was a ballet recital. And yes, there are pictures of me in morbidly embarassing poses with itchy fufu lace on.  Excited ako sa recital kasi sabi nung instructor namin may awards raw. Aba, aba, aba. Walang award si Dianne.

6. My parents thoroughly convinced me of my dancing prowess when I was in Grade School. Sumayaw ako ng Electric Youth, Ice Ice Baby, and some Smokey Mountain song that I have repressed to the far recesses of my mind.  Di ko maintindihan kung bakit wala nang naniniwala these days na ok ako sumayaw. Umiba na ata yung uso.

7. I dig fantasy fiction. Harry Potter is just soft stuff. Although I’ve never been a big fan of Stephen King’s macabre writing, his DarK Tower series is an absolute favorite. Two years na akong proud owner ng hardbound copy of Book 7 pero hindi ko pa sya binabasa because i still havent read the two books prior to it.

8. Malapit na bertdey ko..

Top 10 Favoritest Consumable Items

•August 20, 2007 • 7 Comments

1. Cuervo Gold

2. Olay Total Effects

3. San Mig Light

4. Winston Lights

5. Twister Fries

6. Shakey’s Thin Crust Pizza

7. Ginataang Kuhol sa Barko

8. Frozen Margaritas

9. Elizabeth Arden’s Green Tea

10. cheek tint

Lyrics naman

•August 20, 2007 • 1 Comment


Well HEllo, Mr. MAn

You didn’t think I’d come back
You didn’t think I’d show up with my army
And this ammunition on my back
Now that I’m Miss Thing
Now that I’m a zillionaire
You scan the credits for your name

And wonder WHY its not there.

 – Alanis M.

still the song I dream of screaming at a thousand different faces.

yehey. spoken like a girl with a million things to prove.