I TURNED 29!

Another candle added to my birthday cake this year. 365 days short of being thirty. No longer part of the February calendar next year.

But still looking FABULOUS! :)



I finally had the McDonald's party I've always wanted to have (my besty organized it for me, thanks bespren!).



It was a party for 50, and I only had less than 20 guests. (So if you were invited and you didn't go, you can now kiss my ass. Hehehe. Kidding). But we had a great time nevertheless. Check out the plenty plenty pics (courtesy of Alvin and Edward).











I had the party 29th, but my birthday was really the day before. I had a working birthday because...


WAVE TURNED 7!

Wave 891 is now seven years older, and seven times stronger!

Makin' It Happen at Seven (our big anniversary bash) was held last March 28 (my bday) at the Central Plaza of Eastwood City. We had food from Outback Retsurant, Wham Burgers and Krispy Kreme Doughnuts. We had live music from big artists like Jay Durias, Nina, Thor, Jinky Vidal of Freestyle, Luke Mejares, Jay-R, etc.





We launched our fantastic new 2008 jingle together with the anniversary CD sporting our new kickass logo and pictures of us jocks with a totally new look and feel that's perfect for the station's image. We also gave away limited edition Wave 891 jackets courtesy of Mossimo. We had a great time and it was a very successful event.

Hurray, Wave 891!



And thank you very much, Cheryl Cabanos of Essensuals Toni & Guy for making me the BELLE OF THE BALL! :)

Daddy's Girl

My daddy bought me shoes yesterday. Now it may not be a big deal for others. But it is for me. See, my dad, being the very busy man that he is, rarely has free time on weekdays. He's always busy running the family business - all our 17 AICS schools. And so that's why it means so much to me. My daddy spent time with me yesterday. He made time to go to the mall with me, so I could pick the shoes I want and then he'd buy them for me as a birthday gift. It isn't the gift itself but the time he gave me that made me feel that he loves me.

My daddy loves me. Forget the shoes, I can go barefoot. His love for me is all that matters.

Dear Len,

Thank you so much for the letter you wrote for me on your blog.

We've known each other for 17 years, and have been bestfriends for 16, and still going of course. Ang tagal na noh?

I hope you know how thankful I am for everything you've done for me. You being my bestfriend is one of the greatest blessings I have. And I know that not everyone gets the chance to experience something like this - a bestfriendship that's strong as steel and as timeless as a classic symphony. That's why I am truly grateful.

Thanks for the love and care and never-ending support, and for listening to me kahit minsan ang bagal ko magkwento. hehehe :) and hindi mo ako pinagtawanan when I saw you know who and umiyak pa ko ng hindi ko alam kung bakit. Weird. And umiyak pa ako sa Mcdo, bad trip! :)

Thanks bespren! And as our song goes:

If I had only one friend left, I'd want it to be you.

Asis Siblings

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During my 29th birthday party at McDo Eastwood. Ate Vida, pahinging pics!

Beautiful

Just this afternoon I heard James Blunt's song over the radio, and was touched by his lyrics.

You're beautiful...it's true.

I never really thought of myself as beautiful. In fact, my perception of myself falls under the category of being plain. Or common. Beautiful was far too sacred a word, and belonged only to those born with porcelain skin and chiseled facial features and long legs.

But hearing the song today reminded me of moments when I felt beautiful. Not because of how I look, but how my man looks at me. He tells me I'm beautiful. And he's probably only saying it because he loves me. So that doesn't count because love is blind. But knowing that to him I look lovely, to one person in this world I am the apple of his eye, capable of making his heart skip a beat or his knees go weak - then I feel that maybe I am beautiful. The whole world might beg to differ, but in the eyes of my man I know I am, and no other woman can be lovelier.

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I saw an ad on TV, celebrating Women's Month this March. The message was wonderful and inspiring.

My body is a work of art, beautiful in its imperfect way.

If only every woman would live by this mantra, then we would all feel beautiful. We would all be beautiful.

Wave 891's New Look!

We really had to wait for our 7th Anniversary to finally realize that our old logo didn't work for us anymore. So now Wave 891 has a brand new, smashing, kick-ass logo.

PLUS! Check out our Anniversary CD, which we'll be giving away on March 28 during our celebration at the Central Plaza of Eastwood City. The songs are great. And the whole look and feel of the package - ASTIG!

We had a prictorial a couple of weeks ago to prepare for the CD cover and all. We made sure it was very R&Bish, totally different from the look of our previous pictures. Here's a sample to give you an idea of what our new pics are gonna look like...



Weird setting huh? Wait 'til you see the real thing on our CD and website. :)

Updates...

We watched Neyo's concert at the Araneta Coliseum last March 1. Although the event was very simple (in fact it looked more like a gig than a concert), Neyo was absolutely terrific! He sang all his big hits and made the crowd go wild.


At the Neyo concert with co-djs Janice and Pam; Race to Neyo winners enjoying the night with us

After the concert, we all went to E Bar in Edsa Shangri-La for the after-party. I didn't get to shake Neyo's hand, but I still had a great time. :)


At the Neyo After Party. Wave 891 jocks with Kenjohns of the Phil. All Stars and Lambert of Jam 88.3



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Hon wanted to get a pair of new Chucks. AND he wanted to get a pair for me, too. I'm not really a jeans-and-sneakers type of girl so I hesitated at first. But since he's buying, I thought, what the heck! Let's do it!

Meet Shoezey and Shoezers...



Thanks honey! :)


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During one of our besty dates, Len and I discovered this fantastic restaurant in Shangri-La called CAFE PROVENCAL. It's not a new place actually. It's been there for the longest time. It was only now that we decided to try it out. And we made the perfect choice.


Crisp baguette slices with creamy pesto dip


Fresh Calamansi soda


Quattro Formaggio pizza - this was simply heavenly! The crust was crisp and thin, the layers of cheese were soft and chewy.


Len enjoying her pumpkin soup. The fresh tomato soup I had was just as good.

The food...delicious. The quality and taste...excellent. The ambience and service...delightful. I was so pleased that I brought my beau there two days after. I told him the Salmon Risotto was really good, so he tried it and was not disappointed.


Their salmon risotto - magnifique!


Greek Salad - very much enjoyed this!


I forgot the name of this delectable Shrimp and Garlic pizza. But it was really good!

CAFE PROVENCAL
Shangri-La Mall. Level 2.


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March 14. My besty Len and I conducted a Radio Workshop at Holy Family School, our alma mater. Len put together a really good and extensive outline for the 4-hour workshop. We were able to share our knowledge and skills to the students, who were all eager to learn.

I hate her.

'Nuf said.

To the very core of my being.

I hate her.

So before this resentment eats me up alive, I have gathered good quotes on hate that should help me calm down and look at the bright side (which is, I'm luckier in so many ways).

Hating people is like burning down your own house to get rid of a rat. ~Henry Emerson Fosdick

Hate cages all the good things about you. ~Madrianne Arvore

The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less. ~Eldridge Cleaver, Soul on Ice, 1968

I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear. ~Martin Luther King, Jr.

You lose a lot of time, hating people. ~Marian Anderson

Hate less, live longer. ~Ivy Culler

and this i like best...

I will permit no man to narrow and degrade my soul by
making me hate him. ~Booker T. Washington

A funny conversation between me and my beau:

Anne: Honey, is there any chance you're going to turn gay?
(I asked this because he was repeatedly doing this gay gesture I showed him that
originally came from a gay DJ I was with a couple of weeks ago.)

Alvin: No baby.

Anne: Ok, you tell me as early as now if you're going to turn gay. So that I can leave you and look
for someone else while I'm still young and beautiful. Wala ng magkakagusto sa akin pag
matanda na ako.

And his winner line goes...

Honey, any man would fall in-love with you.

Aww... Thanks baby. That was really nice. Love you! :)


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And here's another one I find funny...


Anne: Hon, buti na lang magaling tayo mag english.

Alvin: Bakit?

Anne: Eh kasi pwede tayo magsalita while doing "it." We can mutter words in english. Imagine if you had to say tagalog words during sex. That wouldn't really sound so good.

Then we laugh.

:)

I saw him again today. After eight long years.

Along quezon avenue. Red light. I was reaching for my cellphone in my bag. And there he was. His car stopped right beside mine. His window was open, and he looked out to light a cigarette. And I instantly knew. My heart seemed to stop beating, my hands went cold and time froze. I knew. It was him.

The last time I saw him was March, 2000. Our graduation day. I got my diploma, and there he was by the foot of the stage. He shook my hand. After the ceremony, he was there. Another congratulatory remark, a quick hug, and he was gone.

Now, all of the sudden, out of the blue, he appeared. And there it was again – after eight long years – the effect he had on me. I was in-love with him once. Now I am no longer in-love with him. But for some reason, he will always have this effect on me.

Our cars moved together through the long stretch of Edsa. I was able to get another long glance at him. Oh god…it really is him. I don’t know if he saw me. I was hoping he did. Praying, begging God, even. I wanted him to look at me and recognize me and see that I was no longer the ugly fat girl back in college. I wanted him to nod hello, the way he did back then. I want to believe he saw me, but pretended not to – exactly the way his cool, big-man-on-campus self would have done eight years ago.

Then we went our separate ways – I turned right to Ortigas, he went straight ahead. And then he was gone. Again.