You know you're fat when...

... someone who chooses to hide in the multiply id chubbychaser visits your multiply site..

Lord naman e.

ACP Hiphop Abs feat. Eunice : A Disclaimer

Ok, this i gotta do to save people from the disappointment that they'll eventually feel for having too much faith in me.

I am not the "instructor". I can never be. Kung alam nyo lang na nilalagnat ako everytime may attempt ako na mag sit-ups. Haha.

So, what's the real story? Ganito kasi.. One lazy morning, Reg texted me to ask if I can head the Hiphop abs ACP. I was kinda dumbfounded kasi nga. (See reason in the preceding paragraph. Then I got a follow up text from B. Nicka. I seriously said, I can't because of the following valid reasons:

1. I have never done any hiphop ab exercise.
2. I am not credible. (Have you seen me lately? Do i have great abs? I have no pack, unless you are willing to consider the layers of fat that I have.)
3. Nakakatawa.

So i replied and suggested Rimo. They both agreed that it's a great idea. I said, if kailangan ng tao, dadating ako.

Lo and behold. I am in the ACP Manual. I am the "our very own Eunice Monsod" that shall head the ACP feat. hiphop abs. THe horror of being the subject of tons of ridicule immediately surface. Got text messages and lots of promises if only to see me lead the way to great abs.

So there. I will still be there. BUT PLEASE, let's not get our hopes too high,.

I really thank the people who believe in me, ang love talaga ay blind. Trust and faith overflows.
BUt if there's anything I can promise, it's that we'll have lots of fun and well, we're gonna sweat it out, literally and figuratively..

Salamat David Tan. Salamat Dial at Gea. Salamat Lord.

Chronicles of JLErs

JLErs*

Pumasok ka na ba?

What: Jesuit Leadership Experience

Where: Capuchin Retreat House (imbento), Lipa, Batangas

When: January 30 – February 1, 2009

Why: Why not?

Motto: It is not the end, not even the beginning of the end… But it was the end of the beginning.

Yun e!

So what?

This is a collection of quotable quotes from the JLErs. If you’re looking for my learnings, this is not the blog about it. But if you’re looking for pieces of evidence that will prove how much fun we had, then read on.

Atty. Balane talked about the wonderful life of St. Ignatius a.k.a Iniego (assuming na ito ang correct spelling). It was an interesting storytelling session especially because, if you know Atty. Balane, he is very passionate about these things. Here are my favorite lines from his story.

(quote on how St. Ignatius chose to undergo another anesthesia-free surgery because of his vanity)

“… to martyr himself for his own pleasure.”

Eunice’s thought bubble: Sounds like love to me.

“Nothing succeeds like SUCCESS!”

Euns: Mabuti naman. Mahirap naman kung nothing succeeds like failure.

After Atty. Balane’s storytelling, we were asked to react on the talk, notice how the reactions seem to be almost always sound like the JLErs were still talking about love.

“It was worth the wait.”

“If it’s worth it, you have to give it your all.”

“It was an opportunity to learn.”

Enough with my love ramblings. Here are the funnier exchanges of ideas.

JLEr: (on change) Mahirap sya.

Faci: Mahirap? Bakit nakikikain lang ba sya dito ?

JLEr: (on answering some exercise questions) We weren’t able to tackle the question thoroughly.

Faci: So, nagchismisan lang kayo?

JLEr: We got enganged kasi on the quote that we got. (long explanation)

Faci: So, wala talagang sagot?

Panalo.haha

JLEr: My partner is _____, kilala ko sya kasi minaneho ko sya papunta ditto.

Too much info.

JLEr: ______ and I didn’t follow instructions but I can see that she’s an innate leader.

Irony nga naman.

Activities on LOVE:

Scenario: Everyone’s blindfolded , instructed to make an equilateral triangle out of the rope that was provided for them. (Equilateral pa lang numose bleed na yata mga tao, haha.. Math alert! Math Alert!!!)

JLEr #1: Let’s figure out first how long the rope is.

JLEr #2: (shouts) Oh my God, it’s LOOOONG.

JLEr #1: Please don’t say that while we’re all blindfolded.

Faci: What were your learnings?

JLEr: I realized that… love is where the fun is.

JLEr: I was touched because when I was trying to get through the hoops, people started helping me , they were trying to lift my foot.

Euns: (sa isip) Ganyan talaga ang love, umaangat ang paa mo.

JLEr: Sobrang daming tumulong, un ibanag-offer ng helping arm, helping hand… helping body.

HELPING BODY?

JLEr: Love? We can DO IT NOW. We can DO IT IN THE LAW SCHOOL.

Sabagay. Pag gusto mo na, gusto mo na talaga.

JLEr: (on a traumatic experience in rallies) Nakita ko ang mga kasama ko na lumuluha… kasi nga TEAR GAS.

Dialogue

Father: I didn’t have problems with sick Jesuits… well except that they just died.

JLEr: Kailangan mong ilagay ang malalaking bagay sa maliliit na package.

JLEr: With regard to the video clip, I think self-awareness is about humility.

Faci: Ah… San un?

“Sometimes, you have to get hurt to find out what you’re meant to have.”

Faci: Ok, so… any more reactions? Dito? (turo sa isang row) sa COMMITTEE OF SILENCE?

JLEr: Ingenuity is about humility too. Like in the video, ok lang kahit na sabihin mo na Hey, pukpukin mo kami!

JLEr: Schools should not reward answers but questions.

Euns: (kailangan kasi ipaalam na ako para magets e) We need the admin to encourage us to become more well-rounded people.

Fr. B: Well, it seems like you are very well-rounded.

Euns: Foul!

JLEr: (on the presence of CLV, Cande and Fr. B) I never thought I could address the trinity.

CLV: Well, at least we all know who the Father is.

JLEr: It was nice to hear the story of St. Ignatius because coming from La Salle, I am not aware of that story.

Fr. B: Well, when we talk about spirituality, we don’t only speak of Ignatian spirituality naman. Anyway, St. LaSalle is also in heaven no?

EATING QUOTES

JLEr #1: Bakit kaya walang sighting ng Capuchin brothers?

JLEr#2: San kaya napupunta un mga natitirang pagkain?

JLEr#3: Alam ko na. Siguro kinakain lahat ng mga brothers. Tapos kaya walang sighting kasi nga obese na sila lahat sa kakakain ng mga tira.

(May dumating na brother)

JLEr#1: E bakit kaya un di naman obese?

JLEr#3: Dude, kasi may exercise sya. Sya un kumukuha ng pagkain from the caf to the house.

JLEr#2: So, kailangan para matulungan natin sila maubos natin ang pagkain?

JLEr#1: Tama. Eat your food, pass it on. Yan ang advocacy natin.

JLEr#1: Wow men, pareho pa tayong mustard yellow ang damit. Para tayong Mongol Pencil at Cartolina.

JLEr#2: E bakit hinubad mo na un yellow jacket mo?

JLEr#1: E kasi, pag pareho tayo ng kulay para tayong love team sa That's Entertainment!

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To end my JLE Chronicles, I want to declare that the official theme songs of the whole thing are…

“You cut me open and I… keep LEADING, keep, keep LEADING LOVE.” (Bleeding love tune)

“Got to believe in MAGIS….” (Hulaan nyo kung anong tono. Heler)

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* A JLEr is someone who attended the Jesuit Leadership Experience. It is pronounced as JAILER hence the tagline, pumasok ka na ba? This term was coined by Mayco Romulo (I think).

First Letter to the REAL YOU

This love letter starts with a million pieces of thank you, delicately woven and kept inside my heart.

Our beginnings are slowly fast, vaguely clear and imaginarily real. The smiles that have invaded my once inactive lips owe it to the smallest of gestures, rawest of emotions and warmest of thoughts. You are rarely here, in the same way that I am rarely there. I don’t look for you, miss you or, even for a second, feel a bit of longing because there is no you…. There is no me.

Just us.

We have a “we” that has turned its back on time, space and norms, a “we” that laughs at silly utterances, abrupt “I love you’s” and human warmth. Ours is not human. It is warmth that travels through the heart. It’s not human, it’s supernatural, ghost-like. Our love does not speak of moments that end but of hello’s that reverberate through what is not seen but felt. Our love is a dream, a nightmare, a premonition.

It is everything but reality because what's the use of reality if we can together dictate the dances and songs of our dreams?

This letter ends with a million pieces of thank you, delicately woven and kept inside my heart.

Words of Melancholy for Neverland and an Ode to the Land on which I Finally Landed

In the beginning I was flying, over mountains, over

oceans and over your heart. I used

to enjoy fairy dust and foolish games. Yours was

the boat of the strange captain, the light of a heart

that was born from stars, a treasure

chest of happy thoughts. Yours was Neverland. A world

we on which we can never land. We floated…

and floated still. Until the gods said enough

and forcefully commanded that we

fall.

We never fell

together.

We

fell

apart.

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So I have landed,

Bruised

Tired

Relieved

Relief did

come, in

a land so foreign

yet so familiar. I saw

a hand reaching for mine,

without thinking

but with great feeling

I reached out.

Instead of pulling

me up, he held

my hand and with a sense

of urgency sat beside me.

There was no invitation to fly,

nor to float.

There was

A promise

To stay.

Ang Sabi ni Carlo...

.... nang sinabi ko na may boyfriend na ako.
"parang Mortal Kombat..... Fuma-FINAL BATTLE ka ah!"
Winner,

I Cringe.

That's what I do everytime I am reminded of that thing I did in college. That "thing" made me a candidate for the biggest loser / stalker / desperate act. It was a pretty pathetic thing to do. But yeah, I did it.
Just like any story, regret comes at that exact moment after you can't turn back anymore. I couldn't even find it in my already sorta cold heart to read that 8-page letter. I couldn't find it in my usually tolerant self to look back at the mush that I haphazardly spread around. It felt like it was the right thing to do, not to mention the words of encouragement I got from the people who actually read it. So I did. Eewy. Haha.

Now, I cringe, laugh and feel a thousand emotions as I once again try to read it. Panalo.
Sample?

Excerpt:
If we bump into each other again tomorrow, or next week or in the next few months, whenever, please look at me in the eyes, please don’t let me pass you by without at least saying hi, please don’t act as if nothing happened. I want you to decide, I don’t care when but if ever you do decide don’t ever let me be the last to know. Take care buddy and never lose that smile, it never fails to brighten up my day… See ya ‘round!


YAK!

The Day After...

... what shall be remembered as our last Midterms day.

We had to go to class at 12 noon still. Yep, This is Sparta, este (ang slapstick) Law School. No time for long breaks and celebrations. Anyway. These are the things that I was writing in my notebook while the discussion of Provisional Remedies was playing in the background.

"Your hands are warm... it may be that your heart is cold."
My prof quoted a dean whom he had to talk to regarding a case he was handling. Our instinct was to hold our hands and test if they're warm or cold. Mahirap na. Ninang Nikki had cold hands, uyy warm heart. At ako... WARM HANDS. Therefore.

Which leads me to a sort of summary of: what we decided to talk about last night. Present and past loves. The ability to move on without closure and finding it in your heart to forgive that one person whom you have given everything to only to be left cynical and well, a tad bit short of being frigid. (Haha, I just had to include that word Japhet).But the thing is, in the end, you always end up in a way better place. Whether we like it or not, we end up being in better places because a place becomes better when we become better persons. The ability to find happiness, contentment and well, love becomes not a task but a happy vacation full of stopovers and a lot of time for camwhoring. When you are able to look back at the places you visited and the pictures that are posted in the photoalbums of today (translation: Multiply, Friendster, Facebook, insert name of a social networking site), you don't feel the pain anymore. You only are reminded of good times. And i guess, it,'s quite a clear sign that finally, you are happy.

JOKE BREAK:
Prof: Class, have you heard of BPI Leasing?
Euns: (naisip) Kaanu-ano kaya nya si Gary? (Hopefully na-gets nyo. Haha)

Last night really was a night of being in the hotseat. I was more than happy to answer queries about "stuff" from my closest of friends. They raised a lot of valid points and well, i wouldn't be friends with them if they don't know me that well. YET.

I am happy. I really am. Done with hurting, with complications and a lot of what could've been's..I have been found. Not only by someone, but I have been found by me.

And that's more than worth everything.

Talaga Lang

(Starbucks, habang binubutingting ko ang aking maliit na MP3 player na napiling masira during midterm, pumasok si Krisette...)

Krisette: (beso)... Ano yan? (Pause) Pregnancy test?
(Na-shock ng sobra un mama sa tabi ko.)

Pregnancy test talaga ang unang naisip e no.lntense. Sa starbucks.

Not Like This

(habang nag-aabang ng jeep at may dalang dalawang malalaking supot ng candies... pinara ang jeep.... sumilip ako. PUNO, mahirap sumakay ng dala ang mga dala ko.)

Sabit: (nun sinignal ko sa jeep na wag na lang) Wag na raw. Malapad kasi.

Salamat Mamang Sabit. Salamat talaga.

If I Were a Boy/Girl

salamat Ces. Sobrang gusto ko talaga itong version na'to.

( Beyonce Feat. Lee Carr)

If I were a boy even just for a day I'd roll out of bed in the morning and throw on what I wanted and go Drink beer with the guys and chase after girls I'd kick it with who I wanted and I'd never get confronted for it cause they'd stick up for me If I were a boy I think I could understand how it feels to love a girl I swear I'd be a better man I'd listen to her cause I know how it hurts When you lose the one you wanted cause he's taking you for granted And everything you had got destroyed If I were a girl even just for a day I'd get out of bed in the morning and take forever to get ready Complain to my friends as if they got a man They talk about you cause they're jealous and I just stay and listen to it (I should get rid of them) If I were a girl I dont think I'd understand how it feels to love a boy I swear I'd be a better woman I'd listen to him cause I don't know everything I would always try to tell him that he needs to treat me better Like I don't gotta change at all If I were a girl It's a little too late for you to come back Say it's just a mistake, think I'd forgive you like that? (I don't) If you thought I would wait for you, you thought wrong (I did wrong) But you're just a boy and you're just a girl You don't understand No you don't understand How it feels to love a girl someday You wish you were a better man

You don't listen to her
and you don't listen to him
You don't care how it hurts (you don't care how I feel)
Until you lose the one you wanted
cause he's taking you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed
But you're just a boy
and you're just a girl