“The day I was born I was born free and that is my Privilege.”

Snippets of a Monday
March 16, 2009, 3:29 pm
Filed under: All That Jazz!, Tabloid

dreamt of him, he seemed oblivious of me.

met an inconsiderate woman this morning.

barfed at one friend’s joke, when a woman thanked his date for a kiss and found out later that it was not a bubblegum that he transferred to her mouth but a solid phlegm.

replied to a friend’s text asking if I was busy last night.

ate a plate of pancit with peanut butter sauce and liked it.

critiqued food photos at Ministop while enjoying my cone of chocolate ice cream and chatting with friends.

googled about food photography and drooled over those scrumptious food I saw online.

admired the colorful and stylish plates used in the food photos and thought of having a show cabinet of beautiful plates and jars.

craved a bowl of soupy, hot Ramen.

dissatisfied with the game Crash: Mind Over Mutant and wondering why its developer didn’t include any camera control commands on it.

having a thought of buying Eraserheads’ book entitled Fruitcake.  Even though I think it’s a bit overpriced, I finally decided to want it at the end of my workweek.

I can’t wait.

Jellician Komiks!
January 26, 2009, 3:24 pm
Filed under: All That Jazz!, Tabloid

I just felt the urge to write.

As my friend said, “Baka kung sa’n pa lumabas yan, labas mo na! Sulat lang!”

“Kahit ngayon ko lang nalaman what the word “schmaltzy” means, yeah, I got a right to write.”  (Tarush, homonyms! HAHA =))

January 21-22, 2008

I am supposed to begin this journal yesterday.  All my stories, every events of it have words ready to be written and narrated, like how I am laughing inside the FX going to work hearing Chico and Delamar doing their Top 10 on the radio.  I manage to silence myself with the previous eight entries in their list, but this one make my co-passengers look at me like I am a crazy woman who needs to be straight-jacketed after I carry out a reverberating laughter to their surprise.

A:  Panget ba ako?
B:  Alam mo, wala namang nilalang ang Diyos na panget, pero iba ata yung gumawa sa’yo eh, yung kalaban niya.
(Panalo talaga toh! HAHAHA)

That was morning.  Going home from work is just a different story.  Here is an inquisitive kid grabbing the phone from her mother who is then talking to someone on the other end of the line.  Preventing herself to cause a commotion like if she refuses to hand the phone to the kid, she, maybe, will create a ruckus inside the van to the annoyance of the other people there, she just gives in to the child’s request.

I am sitting in the front seat, just overhearing their conversation. Upon getting hold of the phone, the child of, I guess, three or four years says, “Hello, pauwi na, hintayin mo kami.  See you soon.  Mwah!” And then she gives the phone to her mother and at the same time asking her, “Ma, anu ba to? Taxi o car?”referring to the FX that we are all in.

To end a tiresome day, I am just amazed gazing at the brightest of the stars in the sky these days.  Well, it is not really a star.  Technically, it is planet named Jupiter.  That is really a treat for me who is feeling nauseated that afternoon.


And that caused me to start my day, that is today, in a not so good a feeling.  Maybe you can say it is all in the mind.  I let my yesterday sickness consume me, and the result of that would be half of the day away from drudgery or we can say, in layman’s terms, work.

I changed the radio’s frequency longing to hear Chico and Delamar’s voices. My Kuya was then listening to a famous radio duo that I was so fond of before but have a change of heart after getting tired of their almost, as it becomes, senseless talk.

I now wave a “Chico and Delamar forever” poster every morning.  I grabbed my blanket and a fluffy pillow, then transferred to a wooden long chair near the radio.  I can sense that listening to them will be like an acupunture. The topic is Top Ten Things Not to Say When Asking Someone Out on a Date.

This one just made me laugh:

Boy: Girl, date tayo.

I didn’t get it the first time — hey, I was sick, spare those who are sick.  Delamar was really laughing.  And then Chico said, Yeah, girl, let’s color our nails pink, something like that, or let’s shop together.  At that moment, I burst into laughter.  My Kuya, who was then ready to leave the house to go to work, stopped, looking worried after hearing her sister, who was at that time fully blanketed, looking demented, laugh without knowing why.

My back was really causing me irritation.  I felt like I was this professor of mine in college to think that it would be my last morning doing my favorite things in this earthly world.  I let myself succumb to sleep to lessen the pain. I was awakened by my mother yelling, “Yung tubig umaapaw na,” while she panicked looking for the right key to our gate. Apparently, she went out to buy newspaper and some items and forgot the faucet is on, to put things simply.

Go to work or not go to work.  I was fine after a nap and remembering my mad, quote/unquote, mother and her bizaare, endless unprecedented ways to wake me up.  But then the question arise, Will I go to work today or will I just let myself walk the whole day on my pajama?  But then my eagerness to see friends and the funny conversations — yeah, that is healthier rather than to think that I will go to work that day to finish my six-page file and proofread it — and I am not there when that momentous event — oh, well, at least for me — happen makes me want to cringe with regret.  Okay.  So I will go to work, I said to myself, that’s final.

Kat, after a minute I made my decision, texted me and said that they will leave the office early, by 2:00, that there are no files to edit.  When I heard this news, I felt lazy to go to work.  What?! I can’t be there editing a file without them.  I mean, I will go there because of them, not to scope. Oh, well, still after thinking about it a trillion of times, considering a wee bit the file’s deadline, there I was claiming my old post from Santa Baby, who was at that time occupying it for a YM access.  So, get off him there and then edit I was doing right after.

Chona left after banging her pillow on my arm and then said, “You blogged me.”  I was confused as a cat and answered her, “I blogged you?”  And then she recounted that she, out of the blue, just googled her name and then she found this blog with her name tagged with a Donya, saw that it was really all about her, clicked it and then we are back to the scene of her banging her pillow on my poor arm.

Off she went and the other “halfday” people and we ended up conversing in the pantry — those who refused to use their VLs — while munching Ate Leah’s food until it was, at last, our time to go home.

January 23, 2009

Chona’s near outrage finding out that I blogged her — though, I know I told that to her before — made me laugh the whole night and thought of writing another entry about her.  I typed in a few sentences in a notepad last night, but out of respect to my Kuya, who was watching Bleach online at that time, I dropped that task and planned to continue it some other time.


Despite of her threats, look, what still I am doing, talking about her and her “misdemeanors.”

Jel: Chona, iba-blog ulit kita. Haha.
Chona: Gaga ka, ‘wag.  Pag-uusapan na ako niyan pagbalik ko sa office.
Jel: Ay, mami-miss kita. =( Pero basta iba-blog kita ha. Happy weekend! =)
Chona: Bahala ka!!!

Walking in a corridor going to our workplace, I told Chona that we would be resubmitting requirements to HR because of some reasons I don’t bother to know about.  “We need to submit papers like SSS, NBI clearance,” I said.  She was on earphones at that time, and obviously, I guess, didn’t fully heard what I said and just protestingly commented, “Putang-ina, bakit kelangan nating kumuha ng Barangay Clearance?”

I almost cried with laughter hearing her said that, we both did, ignoring the onlookers who may imagine we were two drunk women that just happened to pass by.

I felt almost the same “constipated laughter” after reading her own comment on a posted album containing pictures of her taken by several people to whom she generously gave heartfelt thank-yous. She was demeaning herself, talking to her own posted picture saying, “Feeling mo maganda ka, mataba ka!” And to another she was saying, “Malaki braso mo, kung maka-pose?!” And when confronted why she was doing such, she reasoned out, “Wala akong magawa. Hehe.”

I totally agree with a friend saying, “Si Donya lang ang makakagawa niyan, ang awayin ang sarili online.”

Miss you, Tsoning! =)

“Do re mi fa pu pu pu waaahh!!”
October 1, 2008, 1:30 pm
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I thought of watching just up to five episodes, which every episode runs for 40 to 45 minutes, bearing in mind that I had Miko Ezekiel’s christening party that I needed to attend the following morning.  But rather, I saw myself sitting on a hard chair like an owl waiting for food in a span of ten hours; that is, from 8:00 p.m. till 6 a.m., watching Nodame Cantabile.  Gyoba!! I LOVE IT!!

Nodame Cantabile according to Wiki is:

“Based on the hit comic book by Tomoko Ninomiya, this is a fun-filled quirky romantic story of two very opposite people.

Megumi Noda, or “Nodame” is a piano student at Momogaoka College of Music. An extremely talented pianist who wants to be a kindergarten teacher, she prefers playing by ear rather than reading the music score. She is messy and disorganized, takes baths several days apart and loves to eat, sometimes stealing her friend’s lunchbox when it is filled with delicacies.

Shinichi Chiaki, is Momogaoka’s top student. Born into a musical family, he is talented in piano and violin and has secret ambitions to become a conductor. An arrogant multi-lingual perfectionist who once lived abroad in the music capitals of the world as a young boy, he feels mired in Japan because of a childhood phobia.

They meet by accident. Nodame quickly falls in love, but it takes much longer for Chiaki to even begin to appreciate Nodame’s unusual qualities. Their relationship causes them both to develop and grow. Because of Nodame, Chiaki got the opportunity to lead a student orchestra and begins to have a broader appreciation of people’s musical abilities. Because of Chiaki, Nodame faces her fears and enters a piano competition. Opportunities open up as both begin taking risks, stretching themselves far more than they ever thought possible.”

It caused me an interest to take timpani, kontrabass, horn, oboe, clarinet, violin and particularly piano lessons.  I wanted to play the piano, though, even before I watched this drama.  Hugh Laurie made me want to do that. <Blink>

I fall asleep around 6:00 a.m., woke up past 9:00 to get to the party in time — that I was not really sure.  Lemme think again.  But there was more to watch, the Nodame special, which runs approximately four hours. I was more than determined to finish that.  Finally, they were in Praha to watch Viera-sensei conduct and then headed to Paris where Nodame got a scholarship to study music.

I arrived home around 3:00 in the afternoon.  I was just relieved having gone home because the near drunkards at the party wanted to share tables, which is quite irritating, at least for me.  I am not used to such “socialization,” I guess.  I managed to sneak my brother’s laptop from his room and then started watching.  My mother, who acted like a villain to my finish-nodame-cantabile-special endeavour, said, “Matulog ka muna! Di ka ba inaantok?!” I just nodded a no.

The whole time I was waiting for the story to focus on Nodame.  I would want to see her perform the piano not the sloppy way.  Then, near the end, her first recital was announced, Mozart being the main theme.  I enjoyed watching that, and to start off with Mozart’s Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star is just mere brilliance.   <Hehehe.>  I just thought it fits her character, which I very much like.

The Fart Exercise, I was listening to that several times in a day immediately after I received Nodame’s soundtrack from Ana.  It’s a children song composed, arranged, and sang by Nodame whose first dream is to be a kindergarten teacher.  >> “Let’s emit a good sound, energetically emitted.  Do re mi fa PU PU PU, waah!”

Like before, I have screenshots!! Hurrah!!

Chiaki, as she said, it’s cream soup. Believe her for Mozart’s sake.

Puri Gorota!

Coalpit Mackerel, which she cooked for Chiaki.  How sweet!

You’re Jackie Chan, not Stresseman, admit it and don’t lure Nodame to go to One More Kiss!

I can’t help but laugh seeing this photo!

Dreaming of Senpai!

I would want, too!

Masumi, such a kawaii!!

You really look like Toma Ikuta.

S-Oke unite!

Nakao (It’s his name in Hana Kimi) and Masumi quarreling over the senpai they admire.

The Rising Star Orchestra!

Waahh!! Kinikilig ako!! Waahh!!

Uh-huh, but he’s got a tuned piano in his room. Unfair!

Nodame learning French.

Conducting competition.


And from my most favorite scene — Nodame being Mozart.

In my Shinto-Buddhism, thou art the Nirvana!

Finally, I had watched Incubus’s Look Alive concert video! I was smiling the whole while I was seeing it.  I love it infinitely!!

I must say how lovely (say it British) CyberLink DVD player in my brother’s laptop is.  It has a capture video snapshot function and there I had almost 500 Incubus’s panoramas.  All of them I adore!

Here are some of my most, most favorites — to blink is to betray:






From percussion to string



Unnamed specie

Sunset Boulevard

Soliloquy:  To be or not to be.

Prague: Czech it out!

Grit to greet

A voice







Enough for I fear I may upload hundreds of photos here. 😀


Could you move in slow motion?
Everything goes by so fast
Just slow down a little
Save the best part for last

You speak in riddles
Your intentions turn me on
I’m your’s forever
Will you love me when I’m gone?

When I’m gone!

When I’m gone,
You’re an unfenced fire!
(When I’m gone,)
Over walls we’ve trampled!
(When I’m gone,)
It’s you I admire!
(When I’m gone,)
My living example…

Your eyes are an undiscovered ocean far away
Any minute now keeping
Both poets and priests at bay
Don’t get ahead of me
Could we just this once see eye to eye?
Could you want perhaps me?
Ask me how it feels to vie

To vie!

You’re an unfenced fire! (to vie)
Over walls we trampled! (to vie)
It’s you I admire! (to vie)
My living example…

It’s a photograph discovered a decade after
It’s a cannon blast disguised as a firecracker
It’s enough to bring a brick wall to its knees
And sing, please

Could you move in slow motion?
Everything goes by so fast
Just slow down a little
Save the best part for last.

I absorb thy “ectoplasm.”
September 20, 2008, 12:26 am
Filed under: All That Jazz!, Licorice | Tags: , , ,

Photos from his private art studio.  One entry to add to my list of things to do before I die; that is, to be in one of his art exhibits and own at least one of his artworks.

It’s how he says “Welcome, guests, to my art abode.”

And then if a lucky aficionado like I would be one of them guests of his, I will say, “Thank you!  Can I hug you then?” 😀

“Can I lean on thy shoulders while you’re thinking what to paint?”

“Lemonade, dearie, you want?” 

 Just thinking of him saying Robin Padilla’s lines to his heroine in the film Maging Sino Ka Man. 

Taas na nga mga kamay ko sa’yo eh.”  Tapos ako kausap niya, kunwari

What can I say but to sing “Mahal kita, basta’t mahal kita.” Wahahaha! 😀

Hat and sketchbook

 I am your inspiration, admit it! (I dream a dream and I see the angels fly!) 😀


Can I have you, please? I mean, can I have either the bunny or the kermit? You choose for me! 😀

The band is on hiatus for a year.  Mike enrolled in Harvard to study music and music history while Charles up above decided to take an art course in LA last July.

Here is an article about their back-to-school endeavour: 

“Summer vacation is almost over for two members of Incubus.

With their band enjoying a year on hiatus, singer Brandon Boyd has enrolled at a Los Angeles-area art college for the fall term, while guitarist Mike Einziger heads to Harvard.

“[I’m going] back to school, to prove to Dad that I’m not a fool,” Boyd, 32, tells PEOPLE, borrowing a line from the Adam Sandler comedy Billy Madison, about a man in his 30s who returns to the classroom.

Why now? “I never really had the time in the past 12 years,” says Boyd. “I actually left the beginnings of art school to go on tour.”

As for Einziger, 32, he was looking for a challenge. “It will be the first time in my whole life that I’ve ever gone to school because I wanted to go. I’ll appreciate it a lot more than I ever did as a kid,” says the guitarist, who spent the last year writing his first orchestral composition, which will be performed in Los Angeles next month.

Einziger will study music and science. Boyd will focus on painting and sculpture. Although Boyd’s artwork has appeared in Incubus videos and he has published two art books, the singer says he has “a need to humble myself in the presence of other artists who are younger, better and hungrier than I am. I think it will do good things for my ego.”

The musicians don’t, however, plan to partake in the non-academic side of the college experience. “If I was the old guy trolling for freshman on campus, that would be really weird,” laughs Boyd. “I’m probably not going to be experiencing too much of that.”

Incubus performs on the VH1 Rock Honors tribute to The Who, which airs Thursday, July 17 at 9 p.m. ” 

Words are by Scott Huver and the source is www.zimbio.com

September 16, 2008, 2:10 pm
Filed under: All That Jazz!, Tabloid

When I have nothing to do but to capture panoramas of me.

All when I am 23.

To Celebrate One’s Birthday Holding a Wok and a Siyanse.
September 16, 2008, 12:59 pm
Filed under: All That Jazz!, Familia

“It’s 9:00 a.m.  Your twenty-third year of existence in this earth begins now!  Ay, hindi, madaling araw ka ata.  Tama ba?  Yung 9:00 a.m. si kuya Jorge mo yata yun eh.  Basta nagla-labor ako madaling araw nun.”

Nay, anu ba talaga ang katotohanan? Oh, bigla mo bang sasabihin sakin, “This is the right time to say it, I think.  Anak, ampon ka lang.”  <Yugyug.> <LOLs>  Aishite Imasu, okaasan.

I was supposed to invite them to eat in some Japanese restaurant eating Japanese food but we end up cooking pasta in meat sauce at my place, what is clasically known as spaghetti /ispagheyti/.  Quite tiring but It’s a fun, fun way to celebrate one’s birthday, in this case, my birthday.

“Iron Chefs!”

Julliened then chopped.

Istrawberry keyks forever!

To the rescue chopping the carrots.


While all turned like Ganesha after eating what we prepared and we were in the middle of cleaning up, a discussion like this made our full belly want to explode of laughter.

Jendell:  Uyst, husay natin!  Pede na tayo mag-business nito!

Ann:  Teka, wait, teka!!! Ay, kapag nag-business tayo ng ganto, ayaw ko dishwasher ha!!!!  

(Sidetracked.) Wala na akong aanlawan, taba, bagal mag-sabon oh!

Ayreen:  (Pabulong) Kakapagod naman tong cooking-bonding endeavour na toh!