Going YESSS, YAMAN with my 4 Pre-Loved Items!

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I've been a member of OLX.ph (formerly known as Sulit.com.ph) since September 2012 and I've sold a lot of stuff over the years, including TONS of books and a whole lot of breastmilk bags that I didn't get to use.

Right now, my OLX.ph page has 5 items: our beloved CRV and these 4 items which, I hope, can find new owners who will love them as much as I did.

I've searched far and wide for this book (OA ko lang) but at the time I desperately wanted to read it, I can't afford a brand new copy. I resorted to the next best place to get goods (Sulit.com.ph!) and bought a cheaper copy from there. Now, I'd want to share with someone else the wisdom this book gave me so I'm selling it over at #olxph.

I bought this top from a friend probably a year ago. When I saw it from her stocks, I immediately wanted to have it. I mean, just look at the colors! I tried wearing it out a couple of times but then I resigned to the fact that I cannot, for the life of me, pull this top off. It doesn't jive well with my personal style to start with but that doesn't discount the fact that I actually wanted it when I saw it.

I got this water bottle from a store in Clark when Brianna was still a baby, swearing to myself I was gonna make her use this when she starts going to school. It's so pretty and so lady-like. I especially love the pearl details on the neck of the bottle (which can be detached). Anyway, fast-forward to 4 years and 700 million water bottles after, I took the bottle out of the storage and thought it would be such a waste to use it just once and forget all about it like the other water bottles I have in storage now so I'm now selling it.

I'm not really a perfume kind of girl. I get dizzy when I spray some on but that doesn't stop people from giving me perfumes when they come home from a travel. This one in particular was given to me by my tita. It smells really good, mind you, with that fresh, fruity scent. As much as it pains me to part with that scent, I need to sell it to save me from a major migraine.

So, if you want to be the loving owner of any of the 4 items (or our CRV!), just go to my OLX.ph page  or drop me a line on my message box on the sidebar so we can talk.







YESSS, YAMAN!
(Can I just say, sooooooobrang catchy lang talaga nito…)
(I know, so random.)

Why is this photo haunting me?

So after all the drama I've been drowning myself in these past couple of days, this is the last photo I wanted to see because it reminds me so much of how I've let myself go through all these years but it popped up all of a sudden in Facebook (posted by Majoy Siason). I don't want to overthink it or anything but is it possible that the universe is throwing this to me intentionally, to make me feel more shitty than I already am feeling? Why?

Multiply Flashback: LEGS.

Can we just take a minute and admire my legs back in 2006?

My 18th birthday | September 15, 2006 | Ahlen

Okay. Back to regular programming.

Multiply Flashback: Remix 2006

Taking a break from backing up my Multiply photos MANUALLY because I cannot take the hassle their export tool is giving me that I'd rather download all the photos one by one.

Anyway, this is one of the moments that I felt so proud of myself during college.

Remix 2006 Finals | August 4, 2006 | Teresa Yuchengco Auditorium, De La Salle University Manila campus

I completely forgot that once in my life, I actually danced in front of an audience. I mean legit dance because clubbing doesn't count. Even if I was so bitter GMG didn't accept my application back in college, I am so thankful they asked me to dance with them because that night was one of the nights that I felt most alive in my life.

I miss my younger, prettier, longer hair self.

This was taken August 22, 2007 at Z2 during one of our breaks using my pink Razr phone that I wish I didn't sell. I miss my longer, semi-manageable hair and look how thin my arm was back then! I would also like to believe that I look really pretty here.

Hai. Nakakadepress kalikutin yung Multiply account ko. :|

Edit:
You know what's worse? I didn't have to try to look that way before. Ngayon todo plantsa ng buhok at make-up, parang wala paring nangyayari...

Huhu. I feel so kawawa right now...

I have great college buddies.

These YouTube videos are taken from Jason Lopez' YouTube channel.

Thanks to Niko, Icka and Marcia for reminding the whole Twitter world that (one of) these videos exist online. I hope there are more videos from college online like the roller coaster sa Amphi footage we had where Jason scraped his elbow.

The Newsman's Village

The Fourth Estate Subdivision - formerly called The Newsman's Village - along Sucat Road (now Dr. A. Santos Ave.) has been home to me for 23 years even if the last time I actually lived there was some 2-3 years ago. It witnessed all my firsts: first tooth, first Holy Communion, first heartbreak. I was forever in love with the place even without the knowledge of its (apparently) wonderful history. I just knew that our family was among the first ones to settle in this housing project for the National Press Club employees and that we were pretty popular that side of town. My appreciation for the place and one certain individual grew even more when I read FES' history from the souvenir they handed out during the reunion just this morning.

I will not tell you all of FES' history because it might bore you and I don't think you'd want to know when water became available to the homeowners or who the first Homeowners Association president was. But I will tell you this: The Newsman's Village was the first ever housing project to have ever been approved by Malacanang. President Macapagal wanted to help his countrymen so much then that this project became irresistible to him. Macario Vicencio, then National Press Club president, pitched this project to Pres. Macapagal not only for his fellow journalists but for the whole newspaper production team (writers, photographers, advertisers, even those who delivered newspapers to the stores) to have a chance to get their own house and lot. Long story short, it got approved and this idea of housing projects was then adopted by both government and private companies alike but Lolo Mac didn't get the recognition he deserved for coming up with this idea. Then started the long and proud history of Fourth Estate.

I didn't know 'til now that all the people I mingled with while I was living there were all part of the Philippines' (and Paranque's) history. I've interviewed Rod Reyes for INPRINT in college. I've greeted Mac Vicencio good morning for 3 years (at the very least) before he died. I've been "blessing" (mano) the hands of Dr. Jimena Alegre and Jose Monasterial. Heck, I'm even directly related to the late Emmanuel Tejada and Rodrigo Villa! Seeing their names and reading about their contributions to the society and to Philippine journalism was so surreal, I had to pinch myself to make sure I was awake. I was walking the same streets these wonderful people walked on!

I also have new-found respect for Lolo Mac Vicencio. I used to study in the school he established in the 80s and I admired him not only for building a school that caters to the youth of Fourth Estate but also for personally taking part of our education then. I remembered him as the old guy in our school clinic, forever hooked to the oxygen tank by his bed, asking me how my day went whenever I go there. Now, my respect for Lolo Mac shot up. He was the true pioneer and without him, I wouldn't have lived in the place I love most. I salute him. I still feel the way I did when I first read the history, which was 10 hours ago.

I've said this hundreds of times before and I'll say it again: I am a South girl and I am not afraid to admit that. Being part of a community of journalists - and great ones at that - is something I will forever be proud of.

The Originals Reunion made me admit to myself that I am a South girl.

I guess it's safe to say that I've always been a South girl. Not those connio South girls who speaks annoying Taglish. Not that kind. I'm from the dirty, dirty South.

I used to live in a place where no one would care if you walked outside with just your wifebeaters and a pair of jersey shorts on, no one will judge you by the way your toes look like, and no one will give you deathly stares if you buzzed the doorbell too long.

I used to live in a place where I knew everybody and everybody knew me. I could walk, drunk, in the middle of the night with just my underwear on and no one would touch me. If anything, they'd come to my rescue and carry me to the house, make me wear something comfortable, tuck me in and make me breakfast when I wake up in the morning.

Even if that place looks not a thing like I left it, everything about it is familiar. Even if the people's changed, they are still who I know them to be. It's still home.

I may be living up North now and waaaaay further North in the near future but my heart will still belong to the South.

I hold on to the past like it's Derek Ramsay's friggin leg.

Yes, Derek Ramsay. I don't care what you think.

Anyway, I tried fixing my newly painted room - haven't finished it yet - and naturally, I'd wipe off all the stuff I had on the shelves. I have a lot of things in there that I don't use. Ballpens, notepads, notebooks, planners I don't plan on using, etc. And of course, there are the planners and diaries I've used throughout the years.


These are the planners and diaries I've had. They've been taking too much space in my bedroom but I can't seem to let them go. I saw my gradeschool diaries (not in the picture) too.

Highschool planners and scrapbook

College planners and diaries

Post-college planners and diaries

I've re-read all of my planners and was smiling and laughing like crazy. After reading the last planner/diary, I realized how happy, sad and stressed I was and how I didn't want to let the memories go. But at the same time, I thought that I had to let go of them because there's no point in holding on to them. Physically, anyway.

I'm thinking of scanning all my planners/diaries so I can burn the notebooks already. Yes, I will be having a ceremony/ritual. If you want to come, bring me a live goat for the sacrifice.

AKO SI DENNIS!

My weekends during the 90's...

This TV series was what my 90's weekend was all about. A weekend wouldn't pass by without me watching this.

I can't believe I'm posting a Koreanovela poster here.

 

This Koreanovela has been airing in ABS-CBN for the past I-don't-know-how-long-it-has-been weeks and I admit I watch this. I'm not into Koreanovelas AT ALL (I get annoyed by people who "falls in love" with Koreanovelas, no offense meant) but I watch this only because one of the female characters remind me of someone back in highschool.

Got this from Marcia's LJ.

Yes, I fell in love with them when they looked like this. What was I thinking?

P.S. Lance Bass looks like a girl.

P.S2. They all look like they're humping each other. Except JT, of course. He's the straight one.

The funny thing about cleaning out files in our computer.

I am currently deleting old - and useless - files from our computer and I saw this journal I actually passed to my professor (Trini Suguitan) back in college. I don't know what grade I got for this paper - and I honestly don't care because I cannot believe I had a professor actually read this paper - but this made me realize OMG, ANG TANGA KO NUNG PANAHON NA YUN.

Dated July 5, 2007 and entitled "A Walk Down Memory Lane", this CONCEPT class journal I made is probably the biggest mistake I made in that class. Let's all laugh at this lame excuse of a term paper.

I wanna be bangag like this again.

Ohmygosh, I had this biggest crush on this barkada of miiiiiine!

With Papa Monch at the Pecaoco's last May 13, 2007.

Cleaning my Multiply account reminded me that I used to have this not-so-little crush on Carlo Cruz.

I miss...

On other news, DLSU-UST at Studio 23 right now.

AN1MO!

Just 'cause this character reminds me of someone...

Got this from http://kimmooo.tumblr.com/

I MISS BRUCAS.

Lucas: I love you Brooke. I don’t know how else to say it.

Brooke: How about how you show it? I am not pushing you away Lucas, I am holding on for dear life! But I need you to need me back! I mean, why didn’t you tell me about the kiss and why didn’t you call me while you were away and why won’t you ever just let me all the way in?! We have to go give our toasts now. About love.

One Tree Hill - Show Must Go On (3x22)

Got this from http://dearjan.tumblr.com,
I don't know where she got this, though...