Life.

Since mom is a Sharonian, and since I haven't had much time to bond with her lately, I thought that hanging-out in the mall and watching the movie of the only TV personality she wastes time on (oh yeah, Vilma Santos too), was a good idea.

I wanted to see her cry because "her crying over flicks" is something to tease her of and laugh about after. The ending - she didn't shed a single tear. I bawled.

You know, my heart is really tugged with scenes involving death of helpless folks or when I am immersed in the picture of loneliness of the life of old men. I feel really sad each time I see once men of stature succumb to the call of physical incapacity and death.

I remember my lolo and my life as his "caregiver" during the last year of his life. I cringe with the thought of men robbed of poise and pride, as if they are withered flowers with no value anymore.

But maybe, like it was said in the movie (by Mr. Morgan), my lolo would probably tell me now - "Carry on." So I will....

Instead of dwelling on the loneliness of geriatric life, let's see the beauty of life for those starting to live it.... Baby Marcus and Tita Bam, Baby Sasa Joy with "Niece" Bam (yes, she's my youngest aunt) and Baby Venice with Tita Bam.... Babies are adorable. Their glow exudes toward me.

So what's the life-lesson of all this blabbing? Nothing really. A conclusion though - I look good posing with babies. Maybe, it would be nice to have one.

Bean-Discovering… Finding “passion”.

I hate alone-times.

Living life for the past half a decade with a regular companion by my side, doing things alone, especially when eating or hanging-out, is something I’m not used to doing.

Yet, after another relationship which didn’t work out, as all energy was sapped out of me, I decided to recharge and be in a relationship with MYSELF. A couple of times, I then again got derailed, being lured to believe that a “security blanket” exists in the form of a “bald-head big guy” a.k.a. “someone to watch over me.” The thought of having a “prince charming” or a “knight in shining armor” as part of my life storybook, is getting to be an unhealthy addiction. I had to quit.

My “rehabilitation” was spent on reading books, writing and doing some outreach. But to avoid withdrawal from this “cold turkey strategy”, I had to have a substitute.

So while trying to rediscover the things I love and do the things which please me, I went on a search to find a new companion. But since anybody from the male specie is not an option at this point, I had to find “the one” which would give the same experience as the passion of a lover, the sweetness of a boyfriend, the comfort of a soulmate, the uplifting of a sweetheart, and the inspiration of a partner.

Since I’m up for a change in aura, in lieu of bar-hopping, I’ve bean-hopping and I’ve bean-discovering. In a matter of time, I found “the one” – a perfect cup of “Tropical Passion Tea Latte.”

With this new partner around, I find joy even in just browsing magazines or day dreaming of the many “passions” I would soon fulfill… Uh, alone? Well, with my perfect cup, alone-times are to cherish.

no other place like NEW YORK

After watching "Sex and the City", I felt quite nostalgic as I was inevitably drawn to reminisce about New York City... If Carrie Bradshaw thinks that New York is about two L's - Love and Labels, I think there's more to that... I say, there are Ten Things I Love About New York City...

1. Broadway plays

2. Museums and churches... parks... the culture... the feel of the city... the structures... the collections... very inspiring for the "artist" in me....

3. Venues for shows... shows... shows.... 4. Late night dinners at nice restos along the streets of busy New York... With pinacoladas or margaritas on the side...
5. Trains / Subways

6. Roofdeck views


7. "Underground" views
8. Skyscrapers, well-designed buildings and two-storey shops 9. Ferry trips to Ellis Island

10. Of course, shopping.

Yes... Referring to the pictures, it may be said that I did a lot of walking while carrying many shopping bags stashed inside the two huge bags... However, it did not do any miracle on my figure... I ate a lot thinking I'm on vacation.

Anyway, it would be such a blessing if I can go back to New York next year (ideally, before going to Paris... ) (Haha! Optimism to the highest level!) But for this year, trips to two Asian countries ain't bad... Or a trip to Hollywood.... Haha!

C'mon, I need a break! Welcome to dream land....

let's talk about sex...

*So, let's talk about Sex and the City...

We weren't able to wait for payday. On the first night of showing, we headed straight to Cinema 1 of Eastwood City and decided to get "CARRIEd away."

Some people think that "sex and the city" is all about mundane things of New York urban life or all about careless sex and worldliness. It's actually not. As a matter of fact, upon watching the movie, I fell in love again with the "city." For indeed, it's a place for love... labels... and many "layers of life."

*So, let's talk about David Cook's sex. As much as I love his version of "Always Be My Baby" and that U2 song version he did during the finals, I think he's gay. But I'm not saying there's anything wrong with being gay. I just like to bash the numerous professions of "love" for David Cook. My final word - "No, I don't think he'll marry you, girl." So, maybe my fondness (not love) will probably remain with the "boy crooner" (David Archuleta) and no, I don't want to marry him. Maybe I'd rather have him sing on my wedding day if ever I get married. One thing's definite, I'm a fan of his but I will certainly certainly certainly not allow him to sing Chris Brown's With You.

*So, let's talk about sexy bald men. I'm trying to steer away from this penchant of mine for these types... But to my dismay, my most recent choice of guy to get attracted with remains to fall on that type... Sheesh... Oh well, maybe I'll decide to drool over Chris Daughtry, instead. He's coming to Manila on July 2008, doing a concert at Eastwood's Central Plaza.

The Curacha in me.

Curacha a.k.a. "ang babaeng walang pahinga."

Heto ang makabagong kuwento niya. Marunong na nga pala siyang mag-Ingles...


1. Waited for the project set-up to finish on a rainy Friday night... Zzz... It's already 11pm!


2. Aba, nagawa pang mag-TV guesting! (Palusot... gusto lang mag-dessert eh! Harhar...)




3. Went on another trip to Numa Tea Salon... Restless... She had to try the Bailey's Chocolate Cake (Not too chocolatey but it indeed has Bailey, baby!)

4. Despite the hectic work sched and the full social calendar, she managed to have lunch with friends....

5. After a full work week, she still found time to embrace the kid in her - K.I.D.S. Church!

With some of the girls... Teacher Bambi and cutesy Chelsea... All glitters and all smiles with

Kiana...

6. She finished her "three reads" for the month... Elizabeth Gilbert's EAT. PRAY. LOVE. Sidney Poitier's MEASURE OF MAN. The fab mag - CELSIUS (Available at Eastwood City - FREE!)

7. Aba, eh nagawa pang mag-merienda sa Razon's McKinley Hill sa Fort (South)... Take note: Miss from the East yan ha!

8. Higit sa lahat, kahit gutom na gutom na gutom na, nagawa pang litratuhan ang pagkain niya... (Zao is soooooooo good!)

... Ang buhay ni Curacha. Also known as Bambina.