Zorrito My Love III.

Sa wakas at nakasakay na ng Cab. Napaisip ako tuloy, mabilis bang kumalat ang balita sa community ng mga cab drivers na nakiki-text kami ni Jason dahil wala kaming load? haha. Sa loob ng cab ay di parin ako binigo ng dalawa. Napatawa nanaman nila ako dahil sa kanilang mga jokes. Jason, wag ka mag-alala, funny ka parin kahit na feeling mo wala kang comic-timing. Ang adorable talaga nitong dalawang lalaking ito. Sa sobrang kakornihan nila, binuksan ni Manong Driver bigla un radyo ng cab nya. Guys, get the hint daw. Haha.

Sa wakas nakarating din sa Meralco Cheter este Theater. Napansin namin na magarbong-magarbo ang mga ilaw sa loob ng Meralco. Diba dapat nagtitipid ng kuryente? At meron isang seryosong tanong na nabuo sa aming isipan, ang Meralco Theater ba ay nagbabayad pa ng electric bill sa Meralco? Ang redundant diba? Sa dinami-dami ng mga memories na maaalala nila, ang naalala nila ay ung time na nadapa ako sa Ateneo sa harap ng mga cute guys. Thanks guys. Sabi nga ni Angel magkakaiba ang attire namin, siya ang nag-aalok ng credit card, ako ang donya at si Jason ang highschool guy. Therefore, kami ni ANgel ang mag-asawa at anak namin si Jason. Bwahahaha... happy family. Uhm, di ako handa. Nakapambahay lang ako. =P

We waited for the members of Duh Perm, Melo, Yvie and Shem... Yvie was with Nes (her bestfriend, i think) and Shem was with her highschool bestfriend (sorry i forgot her name) and the bestfriend's pamangkin. Ako? I was with my "hot dates" Angel and Jason. Naks! Hintay hintay sa lobby. PHOTO OP. I swear, we're so narcissistic,haha. Pasok sa loob, may free coffee. Great. The best way to aggravate my hyperacidity. Photo OP uli. Time for the Movie. FINALLY.

The movie was funny. Keri lang. Tawa kami ng tawa kasi andami namin kababawan na naiisip. At higit sa lahat, magandang maganda talaga un pwesto namin. Nakatagilid kami. Parang magpapakuha ng picture. Laughtrip talaga. Pero ano ang pinaka-ok na mga ideas na naisip namin? READ On.

1. Sa tingin namin, shining moment talaga ung time na NANLAKI ang MATA nun horse ni Zorro. Parang biglang naisip nun horse, "Pakshet, andami ko na nalagpasa, sa tunnel lang ako mapipisot? Damn!"

2. Sa tingin namin, ang tawagang MY LOVE ang pinakapangit na tawagan ng magkasintahan. Ito ang magiging dahilan ng paghihiwalay ng magkasintahan sa sobrang kakornihan ng tawagan na ito. At, naisip namin si Ruby ang Bidang Kontrabida. MY LOVE ang tawagan nla ni Hector diba? Nakakadiri talaga. Therefore, MY LOVE na ang tawagan namin ni Angel at Jason.

3. Sa tingin namin, dapat na ituro sa mga tao na if by any chance ay may parating na train at nakaharang sila dun... TUMABI AT WAG MAG-PANIC lalong wag ugaliin na nanagpapaikot ikot dun lang sa spot na tatamaan ng train. Wag din tumunganga. Wag din i-try magpahabol sa train. Argh. Kasi kahit gaano ka kabilis tumakbo, mahahabol ka ng train.

4. Sa tingin namin ay dapat na basagan na ang anak ni Zorro na ZORRITO. O diba? Sosyal n sosyal. Kaano-ano nya si Zorrito Solis? E si Ana Zorrito Diaz? =P Nung narinig ko itong Zorrito, forever na ko tumatawa. Tapos parang naririnig ko na Zorrito! (tono ni Pepe) haha.

After the flick ay kinailangan na naming magkanya-kanya ng landas. Si Angel ay may sundo. Kami ni Jason at Mel ay sumakay kay Shem. Nauna na rin sila Yvie. Hinatid si Mel sa condo. Balik Makati. Balik ng realidad. Oooh btw, we passed by Capone's. LITERAL. Shem drove to Valero st. and we passed by Capone's. Ang creepy no? Para kaming stalker. haha.

Wawa naman ang aking "ka-date" na si Jason so we passed by Starbucks to get something to eat, i know he's starving. Dapat nga Goodearth, pero close na. We stayed there for a while. Kwentuhan nanaman. Kinakabahan nga pala sya dahil sa grades nya. Aww, im sure you'll do great sweetie. Ako nga rin kabado e. Pero kaya natin ito. Tapos we went home na. Sobrang sulit ng araw na ito. Ang saya-saya.
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Btw, thanks to Jots for the "pseudo-pasalubong"... Ang sarap nun mga durian candies na galing Zamboanga dahil sa mom mo na galing sayo na galing ng La Union. Pag gising ko kaninang umaga, un ang nilantakan ko kasi na-depress ako na mag-isa lang ako sa bahay. Kelangan ko tuloy ng matamis. Nakatulong ka.. hehe.

ZOrrito My Love II

Ayun na nga, nakitext kami sa driver ng Cab... When we finally got to China Bank in Paseo, we went straight to the lobby. I walked straight to sorta look for Angel. At hinarang kami ng guard. "Sino pong hinahanap nyo?" At si Jason naman ay biglang sumagot, "Si Angel Sembrano po." As if naman kilala sya ng guard ano? Haha. Lauhgtrip muli. So wala na lang ako nasabi kundi, "Sige po hanapin na lang po namin sya sa kabila."Therefore, naglakad nanaman kami ni Fafa Jason upang hanapin si Angel. At dahil nga wala kaming load ay umasa kami sa swerte. Lakad, lakad. But no, nasa harapan lang pala si Angel, sa may.. SURPRISE! Starbucks. Ngii. Hanggang sa Paseo, Starbucks parin. Hug hug, kiss kiss. Kailangan ni Jason mag-washroom, pumasok kami ng one week-old na Starbs China Bank, at... WALANG WASHROOM. Bwahaha.

Hulaan nyo kung saan kami nagwashroom? Jollibee. Sosyal. At wala talaga kaming binili. Pano ba naman si Angel, puro credit card ang dala. Hay naku. So hinintay namin si Jason sa harap ng Jollibee. ANg funny.Tapos we went on a journey to find LOAD. Lahat kami ay walang load, kamusta naman? 7-11. NAgbibiruan kami ni Angel na bibili kami ng Tagalog pocketbooks para may mabasa bago mag-start un flick. Maling-mali. What are the chances na mali un pinilahan namin para sa load? Hay naku.

Ok na, papunta na kami ng Meralco Theater. Maghahanap na lang ng cab. NA LANG pala ha! Ayun, after 10 years.. some buckets of sweat sa paglalakad at matagal na paghihintay sa harap ng China Bank.. WALA PARING CAB. Oh well. May dalawang cab na tumanggi. Kasi naman si ANgel, sa uninhabited place pa napiling mag-abang. Habang napaka-busy ng kabilang street, sa street na tinigilan namin ay panaka-naka lang ang sasakyan. Bwahahahahaha...

To be continued.

Zorrito My Love.

Isang nakakatawa at nakakatuwang araw. Sabi ko na nga ba at magiging laughtrip ito. Kanina bago ako umalis ng bahay ay nagsusulat ako ng entry para sabihin kung gaano ako kasaya na magkikita kami ni "Spontaneous Jason" at "Bratinello Angel".. NGUNIT NAWALAN NG KURYENTE. O diba laughtrip agad?

Jason and I decided to meet up around 3 pm. I told him to text me if he's on his way na so i can leave na my house. So when Jason texted me na he's on his way na, that's when i began to change clothes and get ready to go to Powerplant. We know each other too well, alam kong di totoong on his way na sya. As usual, nauna nanaman si Jason sa Starbucks... Un cab driver ko, natripan pa makipagchikahan sakin tungkol sa EVAT. At in fairness to him, napatawa rin nya ako. Pagdating ko ng Starbucks ay wala ang anino ni Jason. But noooooooooooo! Maling Starbucks ang pinuntahan nya. Argh. Sa may Starbs Powerplant sya nagpunta... therefore pinapunta ko sya sa Starbs Loft. Nakakatawa nanaman diba?

Kwentuhan ever. Gaya ng dati talagang di nanaman namin namalayan ang oras ng nagkukuwentuhan kami. Ito ay habang pinipilit este pine-pressure namin si Einj na sumama na sa Premiere night ng Legend of Zorro. Ito pa pala segue, the whole time sinasabi ko na The Mask of Zorro ang title ng flick, therefore pinahiya ko ang sarili ko. THe Legend of Zorro ito. Mabalik tayo, kwento kwento kami. Naks DATE nanaman! haha. Hanggang sa napilit na namin si Angel na sumama, pero susunduin namin siya sa China Bank. Payn. Umalis kami ng Starbs around 5:15. Maling mali kasi "uwian time" sa makatuwid, TRAFFIC ng sobra! So, matagal nanaman ang bonding moments namin ni Jeiz.

We were texting Angel.. first text sabi namin dadating na kami in 5 minutes, pero kakalabas pa lang ng cab namin sa Rockwell nun. Two minutes, nasa Jupiter pa lang kami. I know naman na alam na ni Angel un, sanay na un samin. Tapos after a few minutes, nagtext na si Einj, mejo nagb-bratinello. At, what are the chances na sabay kami ni Jeiz mauubusan ng load? you know what we did? NAKITEXT KAMI SA DRIVER NG CAB. Ayon kay Jason, "Manong patext po. Isa lang po." The MANONG DRIVER happily obliged. Ako ang nagtext kay Angel, "ANgel, phone ni manong driver ito, parating na kami, sobrang traffc lang.. hintayin mo kami sa may lobby." Tama ba na makitext sa CAB DRIVER???? Minsan lang ako mahiya, pero nahiya talaga ako. haha....

To BE CONTINUED...

JOYEUX ANNIVERSAIRE to ME!

Just got home from a nightout with my friends. If I'll say that i'm happy, it'll be an understatement. Though the night didn't turn out to be obstacle-free, just the fact that i'm surrounded by the people whom i trust and love is more than enough to compensate for it.

Merci Beaucoup... AM a.k.a Anna [for the really cute sandals], Atoy a.k.a Nate [for the very hot and interesting undies], Abby, Sam, Bon, Jomer, Paul and Jason... for being the friends that you are...

Wowowee strikes again!

jason, pagbabayaran mo ang di pagre-reply,, habang buhay kita kakantahan ng love moves in mysterious ways at ng wowowee theme song. magparamdam ka, i need to know if sobrang sure ka nang sasama. este, di pla pdeng hindi, i need to know kung kumakain ka ng menudo at ng adobong chicken at ng kaldereta. grrrr!

when i re-read my message, i laughed so damn hard. even my text messages are invaded by my Wowowee thoughts. haha..

Redbox.. Chicken Pox... Life Rocks.. (Ngii..)

Atoy has Chicken Pox.. therefore, he wants us to call him Poxy Cleopatra. Talk about star complex at its worst. Ok, i must give it to him, Poxy Cleopatra sounds good. I even wrote a poem for him..

Chicken Pox, chicken pox, my life sucks!
I feel itchy, fate sure mocks.
Dear Lord, make this thing go away.
Poxy Cleopatra wants to play.

Went to Redbox last night, was with my groupmates / friends / overnight mates / gimmick buddies, Angel and Jason. T'was fun to goof around with them and to watch them make a fool out of themselves (in a positive kind of way). It was between laughin and singing that i came to realize how close we have become. Spending almost two weeks together, seeing each other at our best and at our most-dugyot state, we got to that level of friendship that doesnt involve awkwardness anymore. They've seen me bra-less (ehem, haha), really oily, and uhmm, really bitchy. While i was looking at 'em last night, dancing (ala-macho dancers, eek) i knew i am gonna miss 'em. We connected, we found the jologs in each other, the conio in each other and the determined-side of ourselves in that bond that we were able to form, unintendedly. I will miss huggin Angel, lookin at Jason after a really corny joke and just plain bein in the middle of two special guys. Now, im soundin like i've fallen in love with 'em. Yeah, in a way i have... i have fallen in love with the idea of havin 'em around. it was refreshing, it was.. enlightening. It's something i will be holding on to. Ngaaaaarks, ang drama.

Chalkdust -- words.
My runny nose is not as runny as time.

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Pictures + Smiles = A Perfect Day

yeah, and they arent into having their pictures taken..



til "dette" do us part.

that pedicab ride made our oh-so-blessed day tolerable..

Chocolate Kiss-ing and Waiting..



Nevermind if i'm only half-shown.. Jason's so into it anyway. haha

Dette-defying Pictures.. (How Lucky Can We Dette?)

Shirking at the University of Sto. Thomas... Adopting Jason,,


enjoying that "quiet time" w/o angel.. the sleepyhead. haha,,



ShangBoi with The Goddess,,

The Diary of Y Speakers feat. Toni, Toni, Toni ... (An Obsession.)

the goddess and biatch of 'em all ...

Drop-dead Gorgeous Angel ...

ShangBoi / ShowerHunk Jason.

Y Speak? Why NOT Speak? Part 3

Overwait…

So there, I found someone whom I could talk to while waiting for my claim to fame. Floi and I just joked about how long we have been waiting and how hopelessly long the line was. We also laughed about our decision not to tell our “true friends” that we are gonna audition for the part. We chatted for hours and I can’t really remember what we talked about in detail. Finally, it was time for the line to move. ABS CBN here we come, and I thought “Aircon…”

When we entered the Studio I said hello to the guard. To my surprise, the guard said, “hi, parang familiar ka..” I was embarrassed. Great, now the others’ll think that I auditioned na before. Ok lang, baka dahil mukha akong artistahin kaya ganun. Hahaha..
I saw the SCQ people : Michelle, Janelle, Erich, Charles, Aaron, Pau.. err, DM? Cant remember.Erik Santos, Pokwang, Bianca __?__, Archie, and (drumroll please)

CHRISTIAN BAUTISTA.


Ok, I don’t really get excited when I see celebs but I couldn’t help it. I love this guy, he’s a schoolmate and I think he’s incredibly talented and cute. So, jologs na kung jologs pero I had to take his picture. Pichur! Pichur!

Audition, Odd-ition..

We were instructed to introduce ourselves in 20 seconds. I was eyeing these two good-looking women in front of me ever since I arrived ‘coz I had the impression that they have what it takes. They looked pretty confident (annoyingly confident, if I must say) that I was expecting that they know what they came there for. But unfortunately, the moment I heard them talk I realized that they thought they could get away with it by merely looking good. They’re obviously wrong, they were both cut short about 5 seconds from the time they began talking. I pity them. I’m not surprised that I didn’t feel nervous at all, how can I fuck up? Talking is like my nature, 20 secs is too short, I felt so confident. When my turn came I felt like I can do it flawlessly, and I did.. until this man asked me which episode of Y Speak I liked most. Good sign, he talked to me and he wants to know more about me. But I couldn’t remember any episode in particular, I was terrified. Breathe. I said something about homosexual marriage, only to realize that I saw it in Debate, but I got away with it because he interpreted it to be the episode where the topic was whether a guy who went into a relationship with someone gay is also automatically considered gay or not. Whew, that was close but doubt came seeping in. I DON’T THINK THEY’LL CHOOSE ME.

Aww yeah.

The guy said, “Those who wouldn’t be chosen will still be a part of the Y Speak Club. For the numbers I will be calling, we’ll contact you for the second screening. 250… 252.” He calmly announced.

“252!! 252!” it’s what came through my mind. he said 252, it was my freaggin’ number. I was ecstatic. Everything was worth it. There is a second screening. Woohoo! I was so happy. I went home with one newfound friend, Riza and we were just smiling from ear to ear coz she also got in. I like her personality, I think we can be friends.

I shall WAIT.

I did one teeny-weeny stupid thing, I only wrote my landline number and not my cellphone number. Maybe, unconsciously, I didn’t believe I would make it. So I can only hope that when they call, someone’s home or else my chances are ruined. But it’s all good, at least I got to the 2nd screening.. I SHALL WAIT.

Y Speak? Why NOT Speak? (part 2)

I Like Your Top

“Hi.” With an expectant smile I was so ready to launch into an engaging conversation. And he didn’t hear me, or pretended to not hear. Either way, I felt embarrassed. “I like your top.” It was my attempt to find out if he’s really trying to not talk to me or he didn’t really hear.

“Thanks.” That’s all he said and he immediately looked away. Great. He thinks I’m a freak who’s dropping a pickup line in the most romantic place, ABS CBN’s Audience Entrance. The thing is, I really liked his top, besides the fact that he’s real cute and that he looked so innocently yummy. I continued to talk to my newfound PUP acquaintances while deliberately talking a li’l louder for him to hear. It wouldn’t hurt to let him know that I’m from UP, maybe he’ll start to pay attention. And he did, it never fails. “What do you think are they gonna make us do?” I felt triumphant.

I looked at him, smiled and raised one of my brows. “Well, I’m not really sure but some people told me that we might be debating on a topic, Y Speak style. But that’s a rumor.” I faced him and began to give him my full attention.

He looked uncomfortable, “Ah, Di ba malaki sakin un top ko? Di ba parang pang matanda? “ then he began to fix his top and looked at me like a kid.

“Di naman, how old are you anyway? It looks good on you, where dya buy it?” I dunno if he just wanted me to repeat the compliment or he’s just not happy with his clothes. After much assurance, we finally conversed my way. I found out that he came from Dubai, and that he’s taking up Political Science in UP Dil, he’s 17 years old, name’s Richard. Young. Then we agreed that a correspondent shouldn’t alienate himself by trying too hard to be profound. We also agreed that it’s more of the entertainment value of a point that’s more important. We know a lot of the student guests of Y Speak and we felt like nobody really listened even if they made very good points because they didn’t deliver it attention-grabbing enough. We talked about law school, our courses, being and not being an activist, blahblahblah.. then, the line moved and we had to part ways. Goodbye hottie, hello boredom.

Follow Me and Everything is Alright

I met a group of entertaining people, a barkada nice enough to adopt me for a few minutes while I was trying to figure out who to talk to and who to hangout with while I was waiting. They live near my place and they remind me of my high school friends, carefree while talking about the things that I don’t allow myself to discuss anymore. They remind me of how I would be contented to just laugh without being intellectual. I don’t know if I like that part of me now, I’d like to think I developed more sense, more profundity. It seemed to easy to please them, and for a second I missed being shallow. Just when I thought I would be stuck with them, I noticed someone who wasn’t talking. He was, like me, alone. I remember my first words to be, “Kamusta ka naman diyan?” and he just smiled. But I didn’t feel disheartened, most of the people I try to establish a conversation with react that way. They feel shy, uncomfortable with the idea of a woman stranger making the “first move”. I found out that his name’s Floi Wycoco, he was nice enough to be my involuntary companion. He didn’t have a choice, he was next in line with me. Haha,, a 19 year old Thomasian taking up Asian Studies. I was like, “ So what do you study in Asian Studies? Is it like 2nd year high school history?” he finally felt at ease with me. We looked at the very long line of applicants and decided to be friends.

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Y Speak? Why NOT Speak?

If there’s one thing that I’m very proud of about myself, it’s my ability to follow my dreams and achieve them if I really put my mind (ok, and heart) into it. Last Thursday, I did something for myself, at first it seemed like a stupid idea, it seemed like no one’s taking me seriously but my passion for it dominated my fears. I auditioned in ABS CBN to be a Y Speak! Correspondent. You can laugh now , I know you’re giving me a very weird look. It’s ok, it’s what my Mom gave me when I nonchalantly uttered my announcement, “ Pupunta ko sa ABS sa Thursday, naghahanap sila ng correspondent for Y Speak.” She laughed. I didn’t, and she realized that her daughter’s seriously contemplating in being on TV. For me, it’s inevitable. If there’s something that I’m sure I’m good at, it’s being the center of attention. I love the attention, may it be positive or negative. I love being talked about, I love being watched. In fact, I think I’ll be one of those people who’ll love being stalked. PSYCHO. It’s a craving I never outgrew. I would always look back at the time when I joined Little Ms. SM and won, I would always think of what might have been if my parents allowed me to continue to be in showbusiness, maybe I wouldn’t be in UP Diliman studying Economics but I’ll be one of the many Star Circle artists. Maybe, but that’s fiction.

Should I Stay or Should I Go?

So there, until the morning of Thursday, I was very hesitant of going to the audition. I didn’t have anyone to go with me, I didn’t know how to commute going to ABS CBN and I wasn’t sure if a fat and ordinary-looking not-a-girl-not-yet-a-woman would be appropriate for the role. Am I TV material? Am I eloquent enough? And the biggest question was, could I actually get out of my bed now and turn my back at the idea of just relaxing the whole day at home? Well, to make the long and boring story short, I did. I wore my pink shining-shimmering Buffalo stariray pants, my white look-at-me-and-please-do-take-me-seriously long sleeves and my maong I’m-not-that-dressed-up-buti-na-lang-fashion-is-my-life trench coat with of course, my pink and white don’t-you-dare-think-I’m-here-to-just-play mules. It was the best I could do, if I’m gonna flunk the audition, at least I have to look good. Finally, I dragged my ass out of my house and then… Rain poured like it was just waiting for me to decide before it thoroughly dampen my mood. Very good sign, you know what they say about rain = blessing. I had to dwell in that concept or else I would’ve headed back home. When I arrived in Megamall, I found out that another very unfortunate thing has befallen me. I stained my pants, I leaked. RED ALERT. DUGO. Blood. S-H-I-T. It was like neon signs were all over the place with the words. “Go HOME Eunice, you’re so not gonna qualify for the job.” I felt so fucked, so betrayed by my own blood. It was nature’s way to mock me for having too much faith. But then again, I’m one stubborn biatch. Nature wants to play, then I will play. I couldn’t take the stain off completely but wadda heck, kekerihin ko ito!

Almost There But Not Really

I rode the MRT and decided to take the cab from the Quezon Ave. station, I had no idea how to get there. I was just too glad that my cab driver knows his way around Kyusi, finally, I thought. Things are looking pretty ok. Great, when I got in the cab, it seemed like the driver seriously assumed that I work for ABS but when I made him drop me at the audience entrance, I think he dismissed me to be one of those MTB groupies who just dresses well. Then things began to fall into place, first, I made the right decision to make the cab drop me off at the audience entrance. When I asked the security guard where the Y Speak thing is, he pointed at a very long line of all kinds of YOUTH. He said something which made me feel good, “Ito na ang pambato, mukhang magaling.” I was flattered. I don’t care if he was just being sarcastic, still. I looked around and a lot of them are checking me out, not in a hooking up kind of way (I rarely get checked out nowadays), they were trying to weigh if I was part of the tough competition. Most of them came with their friends, but it wasn’t like I was petrified, not even intimidated, in fact I felt more powerful. I got strength from the fact that I went there alone, without anyone convincing me to go, and it says a lot about how much I wanted to be there. The usual outgoing me emerged, I began to talk to everyone around. When I went there alone, I didn’t intend to wait for my turn in silence. I met a bunch of PUP students, most of them are Mass Comm studes, younger than me and they were very friendly. I was glad. Then my HOTTIE RADAR alarmed. I said to myself, “ This is beginning to be more interesting than I expected.”

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