August 25, 2009

random things about me

1.   i’m a crybaby.
2.   i love all the fire colors: red, orange, vermillion.
3.  my fashion style is funky, quirky. but I also like wearing classic cuts on days when i have to look “responsible”.
4.  i take my coffee black, without sugar.
5.  i don’t like going to the malls.
6.  i’d rather pay in credit card because counting money is difficult for me.
7.  i love beer, cigarettes and long conversations. wine in-between days is fine, too. i love to par-tey.
8.  i eat slowly.  i have an almost zen-like attitude towards food.
9.  i laugh easily and i’m happy and stable most days of my life. but my once-in-a-while drama fits can be wow, spectacularly cinematic.
10. you can only bring me to the cinemas or get me to watch a dvd, if the movie is really, really great, or at the very least, beautiful. i can also go to out-and-out-stupid-funny but well thought-out movies. or light but decent films. actually, i can dig any film, for as long as it does not shortchange and insult me as a viewer.
11. i am such a book vulture. i always end the day reading a book, no matter how tired I am or how late it is.
12. i don’t know how to cook but i love reading cookbooks.
13. i love reading maps especially of provinces or countries that i get to visit for the first time. but more to have an understanding of the city’s urban planning than getting directions (for i am a direction-moron). obviously, manila’s urban planning really, really sucks compared to other cities in the world.
14. i taught myself how to play the guitar at 10. and i taught myself how to read notes and play the piano at 12. sadly, i never progressed from the basics. what a waste of the miniscule musical talent i have.
15. i’m a big fan of john lennon and the rest of the beatles, and bruce lee.
16. my heroes are rizal, ninoy/cory (yes, a singular entity, as far as i'm concerned) and gandhi.
17. i love my country. fiercely.
18. i love my family. fiercely.
19. i have radical views about organized religion.
20. i love my advertising job and it’s something i’m willing to get up in bed for for the rest of my life.
21. i want to learn how to write and paint.
22. i want to learn how to sew and crochet. and i couldn’t care less what my friends will think nor say about this lola adventures.
23. i am a black and white person. grays, fence-sitters, spineless creatures do not sit well with me.
24. i value my weekends, my breaks, my privacy. the world owns me mondays to fridays. the rest of the week, i'd rather keep sacred.
25. i live below my means. 

August 24, 2009


i just can’t believe my kids who are aged 6 and 5, can have a vocabulary wider than most 40-year olds I know. i have listed a few of their usual mutterings here and you be the judge:

  1. after getting her shots, “i’m still quite shaken.”
  2. looking at an old picture of her tito ves, “he looks roguish.”
  3. “that’s preposterous.” when I asked her what she meant by preposterous, her sister said matter-of-factly,  “ridiculous”.
  4. “i’m exhausted.” 
  5. "i had a horrible dream."
  1. “it just vanished!”
  2. “mom, please help me with my diabolical plan against rats.”
  3. “you crazy little munchkin.”  
  4. "holy mackerel!"
special thanks to disney channel and nickelodeon. i wouldn’t have done it any better.

gates of heaven

it was our second day  in beijing, china. we went with a tour group and the first stop was the ming tombs.  on our way out, the tour guide, justin, brought to our attention an arc called "the gate of heaven".  he gathered us for a short huddle and in an almost breathless fashion, bellowed:  

"1. when you get past the gate, never ever look back or you will bring bad luck with you from the tombs;  
2. as you cross the gate, the men should step with their left foot first and ladies, with their right;  AND 
3. if you're with your husband or wife, hold hands, as the chinese people believe that when you do that, you will still end up with your spouse in the next life."  

at this point, a chinese-american guy in his 50's  suddenly cried, "uhm, i'm not sure about that!" to the delicious laughter of our group. 

"oh, one more thing", justin added, "you have to shout- i'm coming back!!!-while you're passing through."

and so i looked at jake and muttered, "hey, it's your choice." the subtext being, "well, it's up to you if you still want to end up with me in the next life because if you do decide to hold my hand as we cross that gate, you better be prepared for two lifetimes of dealing with my laziness, my yakking around, my drama shit, and all the things you constantly hate about me." jake then put his arm around me in his usual rough way of showing his affection. subtext, as i imagined it being, "fine, i'm here for the long haul."

we did hold hands when we crossed the gate, didn't forget to step with the proper foot, and screamed, "babalik kami!!!".  but as we walked a few steps, we heard our other couple-friend yell "we're coming back!" and jake did the forbidden act of looking back! so i guess his bad luck is, he's stuck with me for the rest of his life and the rest of his after-life, if we were to believe this chinese superstition. 

wow, what a sweet thought.