Bato bato sa langit...

...ang tamaan wag magalit!

Alam mo yung feeling pag napaso ka, takot ka na sa apoy? Or pag nalunod ka once, takot ka na sa tubig? Or pag nakabangga ka, takot ka na mag drive? Or pag may kaibigan kang lagi kang sinasabihan na mataba, ayaw mo na siya makita. or pag ilang ulit ka na nasakatan, may phobia ka na.

Yun ang nararamdaman ko. Sakto! May phobia na ko sa iyo. Konting konti na lang talaga. You friggin' asshole.

I don't normallY think ill of others. But you! You make me sick.

Kulit!

When all else fails, trust your family to be there to pull you out of whatever pit you're in. That Sunday, I was in a not-in-the-mood-to-laugh pit. Then I fished out my cam and voila! Funny pics for my blog. My family is so makulit. It helps when the leader, my Dad, rides along with all our kulit trips. Saya! Okay, I'm laughing now. :)

More pics here!

Well said!

Tad Williams:

We tell lies when we are afraid... afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing that we fear grows stronger.

Charles Edward Montague, Disenchantment:

A lie will easily get you out of a scrape, and yet, strangely and beautifully, rapture possesses you when you have taken the scrape and left out the lie.

Okay, so can I die now?

Down with the blues, I decided to skip work today as I didn't feel like sounding jolly on air at all. After voicing for Maxxx, I met up with my besty for late lunch at Gram's at ABS CBN. Then, it's as if God said, "You've been lonely for too long, my dear. Here's something that you truly deserve." And voila! The man of my dreams entered the restaurant! He knew Len from hosting gigs they've done before. So we were introduced, and he sat down beside me for a picture. (Because I was too dumbfounded to stand. My knees would fail me, I'm sure of it.)



And since this is my blog, I can say whatever I want, right? SANA MAHALIN NIYA AKO. :)

Events at Play 1st project: FEU EAC Battle of the Bands

Our company completed its first project yesterday. FEU East Asia College hired our services for their Battle of the Bands event. Yeah, we had a few hiccups. But it was an effective learning process and all in all, it was a pretty good job for newbies in the industry.


EAP team members Adie, Alvin and Anne; the event was tied up with Wave 891, hence the standee.




Posing with the Itchyworms. They were the guest band for the event.

Congrats team! And kudos to Alvin who really gave all his time and effort on this project. Go EAP!

We got more photos here.

J'aime prendre les photos...

...indeed!



I took photos of my pet cat, Orange. Not really artistic shots, but I was so impressed with the poses he gave me. A for effort. So check them out.

Then yesterday, Hon and I were at Gray Area Studios for Arvin Yason's Lighting Class. Alvin was his apprentice for the day. I was the model. :) After the class, Arvin let us use his camera and the lights setup used in the class. So Alvin was able to take his very first portrait shots with a pro SLR and complete studio setup. Thanks Arvin! We had fun, and Alvin learned a lot.



More photos here.

We changed the title and the look of our blogger site, too. Thanks to Tito Noel, Hon's dad, for giving us an idea for the title.

Mid-life crisis?

My dermatologist, Dr. Jennie Diaz, says I am too young to be experiencing this, but it probably explains why I think and feel that I am OLD.

For the past few months, I have been feeling like this. It's like I have aged in a matter of weeks! I look in the mirror and I see an old image of myself - my skin looks old, my eyes look tired and now I actually have fine lines around them! (how horrible!), I don't have that "youthful glow" that men find so very attractive. Not only physically, though. I feel that my days are numbered and pretty soon I'm no longer part of the calendar. I feel like my life is going nowhere. I have a great career, true. But I feel like I should be doing more.

I would normally label these feelings as common frustrations in life. But now that Doc Jen mentioned it, that just might be it! I might be suffering from an early onset of mid-life crisis. And so I googled up on its definition, and I found this on wikipedia:

Midlife crisis is a term used in Western societies to describe a period of dramatic self-doubt that is felt by some individuals in the "middle years" of life, as a result of sensing the passing of youth and the imminence of old age. Sometimes, transitions experienced in these years, such as aging in general, menopause, the death of parents, or children leaving home, can trigger such a crisis. The result may be a desire to make significant changes in core aspects of day to day life or situation, such as in career, marriage, or romantic relationships.

Academic research since the 1980s rejects the notion of midlife crisis as a phase that most adults go through. In one study, less than 10% of people had psychological crises due to their age or aging.^[1] Personality type and a history of psychological crisis are believed to predispose some people to this "traditional" midlife crisis. People going through this suffer a variety of symptoms and exhibit disparate behaviors.

For the approximately 10% of middle aged adults who go through an age-related midlife crisis, the condition is most common ranging from the ages of 35-50 (a large study in the 1990s^[5]

found that the average age at onset of a self-described midlife crisis was 46). Mid life crises last about 3-10 years in men and 2-5 years in women.

A midlife crisis could be caused by aging itself, or aging in combination with changes, problems, or regrets over:

• work or career
• spousal relationships
• maturation of children
• aging or death of parents
• physical changes associated with aging

Midlife crises seem to affect men and women differently. Researchers^[6] have proposed that the triggers for mid-life crisis differ between men and women, with male mid-life crisis more likely to be caused by work issues.

Some have hypothesized that another cause of the male mid-life crisis is the imminent menopause of the female partner and end of her reproductive career.^[7] This renews the need for the man to attract younger women.

Individuals experiencing a mid-life crisis have some of these feelings:

• search of an undefined dream or goal
• a deep sense of remorse for goals not accomplished
• desire to achieve a feeling of youthfulness
• need to spend more time alone or with certain peers

They exhibit some of these behaviors:

• abuse of alcohol
• conspicuous consumption -- acquisition of unusual or expensive items such as clothing, sports cars, jewellery, gadgets, tattoos,piercings, motorbikes, etc.
• depression
• paying special attention to physical appearance
• trying to attach themselves to a youth

After reading this, I think I am even more convinced that I am suffering from this thing they call mid-life crisis. Or have I been watching too much Sex & the City?

Why is it that women are constantly pressured to look and stay young? Is the media partly to blame for this crazy superficial war? Thin is in. Youthful-looking skin is in. Young women are more desirable. So whatever happened to women who are older but accomplished, successful, smart, wealthy and independent? Who will be attracted to that kind if men are always after those who are blossoming with the beauty and power of youth? Have men nowadays lowered their standards? Will they prefer young and pretty women over the older yet accomplished ones? Never mind if the young ones are mediocre, with terrible communication skills and brains like biscuits. As long as they're twenty-something and sexy, they can ignore the other things they lack?

Why is it that men, as they grow old, would actually choose to be beside a girl who's young, pretty, sexy but speaks bad English and whose only major crisis in life is not having anything new to wear? On the other hand, women, as they grow old, raise their standards and choose men who are wise, smart, intelligent, successful, rich, powerful, can carry both excellent conversations and a lasting relationship.

It's terrible. And I sit here in front of my PC with a frown on my face.

Starting next week, my dermatologist will be giving me weekly injections of glutathione to help me get that "youthful glow from within." And I thought maybe I should go vegan and exercise more. But will it really matter? Two years from now I will be totally out of the calendar. And men won't even give me a second glance because I'm not Bea Alonzo or Anne Curtis or Angelica Panganiban.

I'm old. Mid-life crisis? Maybe. Or yeah, maybe I am watching too much Sex & the City.

Of starbucks and the spirit of Christmas...

I just uploaded music from the Starbucks Collections to my IPOD. Driving to work this morning, I had that playing on my stereo. The feeling was pleasantly peculiar. It felt like Starbucks inside my car! You know that steady feeling of calm you get soon as you step inside the coffee shop? And you hear those classic jazz and blues in the background? There, that's exactly how it felt inside my car as I drove. Nice. :)

Reminded me of the many times I stayed for hours and hours at the Starbucks shop at the Corinthian Clubhouse, enjoying my usual venti iced tea (with less ice) and a warmed cookie or a piece of cake, with a good book and cigarettes. My idea of the perfect "me" time.

God, I miss smoking! I've given it up for the sake of my skin. If it wasn't for that, there'd be a Dunhill Frost wedged delicately between my fingers right now. But it's vanity vs. vice. And for a woman, the need to look good will always win over anything.

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I had my first taste of the Yuletide spirit today!

Before going to the station, I decided to make a stop at The Podium to have my legs threaded. Soon as I stepped out of the car, Christmas music wafted all around me in the parking lot. I felt giddy in an instant! I'm the type who just LOVES everything about Christmas. I was feeling quite low, too. The classic Holiday tunes the mall was playing was a perfect pick-me-up!

It was like God wanted me to go there for a feel-good moment. The lady who threaded my legs taught me how to do the threading thing by myself, can you imagine that? Now I can skip my weekly salon trips and just thread my legs at home while watching TV. How cool is that? Not to mention thrifty. :)

It felt wonderfully like Christmas as I went to the Shiseido counter for my regular fix of cleanser, eye cream and moisturizer. Making a purchase for yourself with classic Christmas music in the air was enough to lift me up from my not-so-good mood. Since I was feeling all good and Christmas-y, I went to Leonida's to grab a little bag of dark chocolates, for me and my partner, Rye, to share.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

:)

Events at Play Events + Prod. Inc.

We have kept quite silent about this for some time, and my besty even mentioned it in fleeting on her blog.

Now I officially reveal the reason why we have been so very busy the past few weeks. So busy we had to cancel our trip to Hong Kong.

My siblings and I, together with my bestfriend Len and my boyfriend Alvin, put up our very own events company. The company is named EVENTS AT PLAY.


Events at Play Team: Len Oliver, Adie Asis, Anthony Asis, Anne Asis and Alvin Carilo.

We have planned this about a year ago, and now, finally, we were able to turn the dream into reality. We are currently working on a big project, and that's what's eating up our time the past few weeks. Hopefully, all will turn out well. There are two more prospective projects waiting in the wing this year, and we're crossing our fingers and praying that come 2009, more projects will pour in.

Wish us luck!


Clowning around during last night's meeting: Alvin and Anthony with James of Wave 891.

I don't like rainy days...

...especially when it rains hard on a holiday, and you just want to stay in bed all day, but you can't because you have work.

So I drag my ass to the station and now I'm here making sure you're hearing good music while you stay in bed all day.

:)

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Posted a new poem. The sun is finally shining on my life again. The storm has raged on for four months, unceasingly. Now, thankfully, it's time to give the tears a break. For good? I'm hopeful. We found each other again, and this time we promise to do our damn best to make it better.

Welcome back, love. Welcome home.