Monthly Archives: August 2007

for them, i would consider shifting careers

i love kids. that fact is obvious to anyone who knows me and even to those who barely know me. but there are probably two kids that i enjoy spending time with the most

one is a little girl who is barely three years old, the daughter of two good friends, and my very first god daughter. at her age, she has memory gap already, because everytime she sees me, she kinda forgets who i am and refuses to come near me. but when she finally recognizes me, after i bribe her with yakult, candy, ice cream, or whatever she’s in the mood for, she becomes this adorable chatterbox who i can’t get enough of. to say that she’s smart is an understatement. at age two, she could recite the entire alphabet and count 1 to 100. she gets unusually giddy when she enters national bookstore and sees all those books. and she speaks in pure english (which can be a bad thing later on). our conversations go like this

bianca: ninang, know what? i saw nice shoes. silver, with strings. i like it
ida: hey cool. where did you see it?
bianca: at sm manila
ida: wanna buy it?
bianca (rolls her eyes incredelously): but ninang, that’s so fa (she still has difficulty with her r’s , so this means far)

need i remind you that she’s barely three?

and then there’s my colleague’s daughter, who at five years old, may probably be one of the most precocious little girls i’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. she’s always a distraction when she comes to the office because i would rather color books with her or read a storybook to her or sing out loud with her, than work on boring stuff like reports and presentations. and even though she sometimes acts schizo (crying one minute, laughing the next second) and she has her own vocabulary (Mommy, she ubos-ed it already), a day spent with her is always a memorable one. and i can actually hold an intelligent conversation with her.

anja: hey tita ida, i know that picture on your phone!
ida: oh yeah, nice clocks huh?
anja: no, that’s persistence of memory by dali!
ida: (what the? how does she know this?) uhm, yeah, it is
anja: oh, and i know that guy who cut off his ear, van gogh
enya (her mom): and why did he cut off his ear?
anja: because the girl he liked didnt like him back
ida: (what the? most people dont even know that!) huwaw

there are days when i would rather give up my day job and be yaya’s to any of these two little girls. and no, i am not longing for a little girl of my own, God forbid! it’s just such a joy to be with these two, and to watch them grow smarter and even cuter, if that’s at all possible

and then there are days when i just wish they would never grow up…
but even though the day will come when they will graduate from grade school, go to their proms, experience their first heartbreak, have little girls of their own, they will forever remain little girls for me…

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Posted by on August 27, 2007 in Uncategorized


Another One of Them Surveys


1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc.).
2. Put it on Shuffle Mode.
3. Press play.
4. For every question, type the song that’s playing.
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button.
6. Don’t lie and try to pretend your cool.

Opening Credits:
Your Weak Hands (Azure Ray) – hmmm….yes, can be a bit apt

You held my hand
Led me homeward
I looked for you
You were nowhere
Holding tight my hand
Was my own

Waking Up:
Another Sunny Day (Belle and Sebastian) – I swear, my itunes was on shuffle!

Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden
You were digging plants, I dug you, beg your pardon
I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border
It broke the heart of men and flowers and girls and trees

First Day At School:
Queen of Apology (The Sounds) – Oohkaay…may be a bit of a stretch. But love the song nonetheless. Yes, indeed, I am a queen of apology

Now I’m fighting this feeling
but it never stops, never stops
I’m still waiting
And I’m stuck with this feeling
will it ever stop, ever stop?
I keep trying

Falling In Love:
32 Flavors (Ani Di Franco) – Why settle for just one flavor when you can have your pick of 32 flavors? And I mean you, you know who you are

and I’m beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
cause someday you’re going to get hungry
and eat most of the words you just said

Fight Song:
If I Ever Lose My Faith (Sting) – This should be a mantra after every fight

I could be lost inside their lies without a trace
But every time I close my eyes I see your face

Breaking Up:
Rental Car (Beck) – First time I heard this song actually. Haha

Hey now girl, at the end of the road
Down where the reaper is walking alone
Singing a death knell, clapping along
At the end of the night there’s a road will be gone

The Beekeeper (Tori Amos) – As with every other Tori song, weird, just weird. The only reason I chose this part of the song is because of the word gown. Otherwise, doesnt remind me of prom at all.

In your gown with your breathing mask
Plugged into a heart machien
As if you ever needed one
I must see the beekeeper I must see if she’ll keep her alive

Mood Swings (Debbie Gibson) – Well, yeah, I sometimes act manic depressive

In a vicious cycle of depression once
Not too long ago
But I’m over it now

Mental Breakdown:
Storms in Africa (Enya) – The original words are in another language. But as I always put it, it is ferpectly aft

How far is it from?
The beginning of the storm
The start to the end
Take your heart
Take your beloved
Long Journey
Heavy through the storm

Light and Shaded (Fra Lippo Lippi) – I don’t know how to drive, so if you put me at the wheel of a car, we would probably end up in the clouds

Sail on the wings of a cloud
Where to, well nobody knows

How High (Madonna) – Uhm, okay

It’s funny, I spent my whole life wanting to be talked about
I did it, just about everything to see my name in lights
Was it all worth it? And how did I earn it?
Nobody’s perfect, I guess I deserve it

Getting back together:
Liham (Hale) – Yes, I have Hale. You got a problem with that?

Nasasaktan bawat araw bawat hakbang
‘Di mo lang maramdaman
‘Di sinasadyang

I Always Was Your Girl (Jennifer Love Hewitt) – Okay, I don’t want to be this cheesy on my wedding day

Birth of Child:
City of Blinding Lights (U2) – If only for this line

Oh you look so beautiful tonight
In the city of blinding lights

Final Battle:
Run For It (Delirium) – Yeah, yeah, I know I’m a coward

You better run for your life, love, I’m walking I’m walking

Death Scene:
Bullet (Mat Kearney) – What a dramatic yet extremely painful way to die

I would take a bullet for you
I would lose it all, I’d take my fall
To show you it’s for real

Funeral Song:
Me (Paula Cole) – OMG! I actually wrote it down somwhere that I want this to be played at my funeral!

I am carrying my voice
I am carrying my heart
I am carrying my rhythm
I am carrying my prayers

End Credits:
An End Has a Start (Editors) – Okay, I cheated. I skipped one song so that this song would be my end credits song. It’s just too perfect!

You came on your own
That’s how you’ll leave
With hope in your hands
And air to breathe
I won’t disappoint you
As you fall apart
Some things should be simple
Even an end has a start

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Posted by on August 21, 2007 in Uncategorized



They were lying beside each other, bodies not touching, staring at the ceiling, sleepy but blissfully content, alcohol lazily coursing through their bloodstreams, but not yet drunk enough to not be aware of that very moment

For some reason, she suddenly blurts out, “Let’s tell each other something we don’t know about each other.”

And she begins to run down in her mind something that she would want him to know. “Should I tell him that I love burping out loud? Or that when I was young, I wanted to be a receptionist when I grew up? Or that my greatest frustration in life is that I cannot draw to save my life?”

After he speaks and tells his secret, he turns to her and says “So, what’s yours?”

And for once, she decides to bare a piece of her soul. She whispers, “I’ve never fallen in love.”

He sits up, looks at her incredelously “Didn’t you say that you were as good as engaged a few years back?”

She closes her eyes and the emotions that she felt during that brief period flashed before her. She murmurs “No. I don’t think that was love at all. I haven’t felt that all-abiding passion that I always hear of. I have yet to totally open myself up to the joys and pains of actually falling in love.”

He pokes her shoulder and jokingly says, “Now, you will”

The girl refuses to open her eyes and look at him because he might see the fear in her eyes. She feels the inevitable cold truth coursing through her veins, the inevitable truth that he might just be right

She opens her eyes and looks at him and in her head, answers with conviction, “Maybe”

Clear liquor and cloudy eyed, too early to say goodnight
– Stolen, Dashboard Confessional

You’re ruining me
With secrets and gestures and looks
With sonnets from second-hand books
Playing the chords in me nobody knew how to play

– The Thief, Brook Fraser

How long can I hide, what I’m feeling inside
My love is a river, that’s got to make its way into sea

– Beneath the Surface, Incognito

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Posted by on August 18, 2007 in Uncategorized


monday morning blues

nah, i don’t really have the blues. and even though i didn’t sleep a wink, and even though i know it’s gonna be another hell week, i just feel so energized and ready to take on the world. well, in a sleepy way, that is.

so what has got me so revved up?

jollibee’s chicken tocino breakfast

i dunno why oily food hits the right spot, but it does. and when you pair it up with hot chocolate, man, it just tastes like a slice of perfection. until i start thinking of the calories, that is. but i refuse to think of the calories

music! music! music!

azure ray – dream pop at its dreamiest
hellogoodbye – makes me want to dance around the room
nerina pallot – makes me wish i could sing and play the piano like her
amelie ost – makes me weepy and nostalgic and romantic
my wake me up songs – love is waiting, my favourite book, knowing there is only now, long walk home, sofia, grateful, we are all in the dance

lack of sleep

for some reason, i am more alive and productive and adrenaline-y when i haven’t got any sleep. but then after a few hours, i will surely crash into oblivion. so i should enjoy this while it lasts

the truth shall set you free

i took a big step last friday in admitting something to someone, although it was somehow under duress. but i havent done that in a long time, and it feels so liberating. and i am enjoying the “perks” that come with finally being open about it. let’s just hope i remember the rules and not overthink and overanalyze things. right, luv?

paris je t’aime

come hell or high water, i am going to watch it tonight. i swear, if anyone gets in my way, i will get so freaking pissed they won’t know what hit them. as feist so aptly put it, nous sommes tous dans la danse

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Posted by on August 13, 2007 in the ida chronicles


the august playlist

my ipod is really such a blessing. not only do i have a companion on those long bus rides home or those early mornings in the office when i’m the only soul out and about, but now i have a valid reason to totally let out my OC-ness when it comes to tagging, arranging and re-arranging my music

oh, and playlists are so much more fun on an ipod (damn you, steve jobs! now i am a walking advertisement for your products!)

and in the tradition of stef and ailene in naming their gadgets, the ipod is now arien

so…on with the playlist

My officemate and I can’t get enough of this sweeteningly sick yet utterly cool song. It is the perfect theme for her and her boyfriend, but since she says he doesnt appreciate this artist, i have dibs on this song already. now if only i can find a lover to share this with…hehe

“that is how we’ll always make it. how i know your face or the way you move.i can read you, you’re my favorite book. all the things you say, the way you shift your eyes. i never knew there was someone to come and make me feel alive”

Totally Ailene’s fault. Romantic longings and the songs that go with them are totally infectious.

i watch as lovers pass me by
Walking stories – whos and hows and whys
Musing lazily on love, Pondering you
I’ll give it time, give it space and be still for a spell
When it’s time to walk that way we wana walk it well

Maybe it’s because I’m finally home with my family again
Or I recently celebrated my first year in my work (a major achievement for me, the perennial job hopper)
Or I’ve found out what I really want to do with my life
But seems to be the cry of my heart

“I swear I belong…This is where I belong”

I’m not really angry at anyone for anything. But this song just makes me so want to scream “Hell yeah!” for no reason at all. An anthem for the bitter and the oppressed

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should

Entertainment Weekly recently named it as the most romantic love song. And I couldn’t agree more. Whenever Ihear this song, I think of people who have been married for 25 years and who still have the ability to look at each other and say “God only knows what I’d be without you”

Yeah, it is theologically twisted, but it is such a beautful poetic and twisted take on the till death do us part and beyond aspect of love

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark

It is the song that’s playing on the Paris Je T’aime trailer which makes me fall all the more in love with that movie. Cinemanila na!!! Let’s watch! Let’s watch!

To be continued…


Posted by on August 11, 2007 in Uncategorized


sige na nga, survey na rin

01: Ano ang problema mo?
Ayoko ng ulan. At may gusto ako pero may gusto siyang iba…

02: Bakit sadyang may mga taong tanga?
Tulog yung iba nung nagsabog ng katalinuhan ang Diyos

03: Ano ang masasabi mo sa mga taong mahilig manloko?
Babalik rin sa inyo yan

04: Sa paanong paraan magiging masaya ang isang tulad mo?
Kape. Libro. Musika. At siya sa tabi ko. Haha

05: Kung luluha ka uli, ano o sino ang magiging dahilan nito?
Malamang lalake na naman. Lagi naman eh

06: Sino ang taong nagpapasaya sayo ngayon?
Si ano

07: Bakit hindi sagot ang pagpapakamatay sa mga problemang dumarating sa ating buhay?
Kase mas maraming problema na maiiwan sa mga taong nagmamahal sayo

08: Kaya mo bang magpakamatay para sa pagibig?
Hindi no

09: Ano ang mga pangarap mo sa buhay?
Magpunta ng Europa. Magkaroon ng public library/cafe. Magkaron ng harmless fling.

10: Kung may tao kang gustong patayin, sino ito?
Ang nakaimbento ng high heels

11: Bakit naman?
Parusa ang ginawa niya

12: Matapang ka ba?
Ay hindi. Loser ako

13: Ano ang pinakamalaking kasalanang nagawa mo sa taon na ito?
Ay marami

14: Madali ka bang magsawa?
Oo naman

15: Ano ang masasabi mo sa mga taong martyr?
Pagkatapos ng lahat, ikaw pa rin ang lugi

16: Seryoso ka bang tao?
’Pag meron ako

17: ‘Pag namatay ka ngayong oras na ito, marami kayang tao ang iiyak?

18: Masakit ka bang magsalita pag galit ka?
Umiiyak lang ako pag galit, di na ako makapagsalita

19: Pikon ka ba?
Pag sinabi mong kamukha ko si Aiza

20: Huling bilin?
Sige na, sagutin niyo na ito kung wala kayong magawa

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Posted by on August 8, 2007 in Uncategorized


A Day Late

for someone whose life is communications, your messages are kinda muddled

or maybe it’s just my head that’s muddled and i’ve been imagining that things actually mean something when in fact, they are just some random mutterings that come out of your mouth whenever you deign to actually communicate with me

but whatever it is, can i just say, that finally, i am tired and i’ve reached the point of no return?
im through trying to rack my brains just to try to figure out what it is you want from me, if you wanted anything at all

and at least now, i can actually start being a friend, and nothing else. that is, if you need a friend. if not, oh well….

We are who we were when
Could have been lovers but at least you’re still my day late friend
we are who, we are who we were when
Who knew what we know now
Could have been more but at least you’re still my day late friend
We are who, we are who we were when
– A Day Late, Anberlin

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Posted by on August 6, 2007 in Uncategorized

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