sex and the kitten

I've been on a "Sex and City" DVD marathon for roughly a month now, thanks to the Malaysians who mass produce cheap "complete collection" discs. I watch it during my workout time which is roughly an episode or so. I caught up with "S&C" late, primarily because I thought it was, er, porn.

Watching it now was nostalgic. Way back in college, everyone claimed to be a Carrie, a Miranda or a Charlotte. No one dared to be a Samantha in lieu of being called a slut. I was Miranda. Now I think I evolved into a Samantha, haha. Maybe in my 30s I'll be a wedding-hungry Charlotte chasing a groom. But then maybe I've always been a Carrie since, well, I write and I smoke. Never mind if she's a size 0 (that bitch).

I wonder why teenage girls faithfully watched it before (including me) when, in fact, it dealt with 30somethings. Perhaps because the program hit it off with the witty universal presentation of love, friendship, relationships, and sex? Or was it the fashion?

It's different watching "Sex and the City" now that I can actually relate—the smoking, the kulot struggling writer, flings, dates, affairs, boyfriends, relationships, careers, MEN, wax jobs, the "Sex and the City." It's like the quoatable quotes are coming into flesh. I realized how magically they created these four characters that could very well be you and me (or him, charing!).

And now, the Charlottes among my friends are gearing up for family life. Three of my college batchmates are soon getting married—Pam in Hong Kong next month, Biela in October, Nickson sometime this year (let's pretend he's a girl). Kat from work is gonna tie the knot with a boyfriend of 7 years in 2008. A dear friend's sister will be a June bride. And if med school wouldn't be a problem, even my bestfriend might take her vows next year, too!

 
(nov. 1, 2006) my "ex" finally proved to the world na hindi sha bakla by having a baby

My beloved Rainne is expecting a wonderful child in roughly six months, and Jayme recently gave birth to lovely baby girl. Judee, my high school pal, had Josh last year. My cousin—na kaisa-isang ka-age ko—got knocked up and got married last month (that means among us magpipinsan, tatlo na lang kameng girls na di nag-aasawa: me, a 30-year-old born-again Christian, and an autistic cousin). At eto ka, my NIECES, who are sisters ages 16 and 18, gave births last year.

How did they know it was time for them to settle down? What the hell is the present-day marrying age anyway? Is motherhood a default? Do we really have to get married? Is having a family a validation of who we are? 

 *Asks in Carrie Bradshaw fashion* Are we growing up too fast?

I have nothing against kids or marriage, I'm just not ready for it yet. The only things that excite me about it are the gown (Monique Lhuillier or Vera Wang) and the diamond rings (one for engagement and another for the wedding, please)!

And I hate peer pressue, no, make that PESKY PRESSURE. It irritates me when relatives ask me during reunions: "Ikaw, when are you getting married?" I usually answer: "Matagal pa, marami pa kong bibilhin. Like, 47 LV suitcases and insanely expensive Marc Jacobs bedsheets."

They ask: "When are you having a kid?" I say: "WHAT KID? I AM THE KID!" Really, I'm always tempted to ask Maw if there's any pleasure in taking care of her husband and kids. I mean, why is she doing that?

I'm too selfish to be a wife or a mother, sigh. I can't even keep a boyfriend. I guess I'm even too bratty to be a girlfriend.

I'm happy that my friends found their respective Da Ones. I'm glad they're having cute babies and moving forward to something new. I'm scared, though, of "losing" them because those who got hitched are usually homebound. No more late-nights in Malate, no more coffee chats till 3 am, and probably, no more spa or shopping binges.

What if I don't have a Da One? What if I am not the marrying type? At this rate, I'm always the ninang, never a bride—or bridesmaid. Kase naman ang mga friends ko, sa civil nagpapakasal at usually nauuna yung baby, hehe.

Congrats, people, especially to Rainne my love, who I sorely miss (I wish you all the best. I know you'll be a very cool, hottie mommy and I hope it would be a son for you and Jake). In the meantime, let this Kitten enjoy the city for now.

koreanang brandon boyd. charing.

short and sweeter

Having a haircut, to me, is an event. Having a haircut in this sweltering summer is liberation.

I love my new hair, love it, love it, love it. L loves it. And those who saw it say it fits me well. I told my stylist to chop off as much as as possible—the shorter, the better. I dunno how girls with really thick, long hair can stand the heat these days, but I can't sport any hairstyle beyond shoulder level till next season.

(Isa pa pala, how can girls wear thigh-high leather boots PLUS skinny jeans in summer in the afternoon? Whenever I see someone wearing those, I'd like to stop 'em in their tracks and ask: "Hindi ka ba naiinitan? You don't do that in summer. You just don't! Made-dehydrate ka!)

Kung pwede lang akong magpakalbo, I would have done it. Kaso baka mamaya may mga poknat ako, or panget pala ang contours ng ulo ko, ang jologs. Mamaya puro kanto pala. So I have to settle with this short 'do for now. Definitely low maintenance and less magastos, too (shampoo, conditioner, mousse, heavy moisturiser).

food trippin in food choices G4 with my best friend (showbizzzz)

I go to Rachelle Aguila of H Salon in Glorietta, cinema level. She knows curly hair because she's a curlytop herself. She's the only hairdresser I trust. And she gives perfectly shaped eyebrows through threading.

I'm wondering if I should have it colored. I am a virgin when it comes to coloring, although my hair history includes having it rebonded, relaxed, straightened, permed.

My head feels so light it makes me wanna hit people less. A new haircut is anger management. Why the hell I only thought of going short now? At may bangs ako! The last time I had bangs was when I was 8, and I cut on my own. At mga 1½ inches lang sha from my scalp, so napagalitan ako ng nanay ko dahil mukha akong ewan.

camwhore kitten

At eto ka, ONE MONTH na kong hindi kumakain ng rice. So far, I've  had minor improvements, maybe I lost around 4 pounds.  But really, I don't care if it's half a pound, as long as I lose it for good.

weirdo wonka

Blame this on Tere and Francis.

Instructions: A person who gets tagged must write in his/her blog 10 weird things or habits, or little-known facts about him/herself. He/she should also clearly state this rule. At the end, he/she should tag six other people, except the one who tagged him/her.

1. Nagbabara ang ilong ko kapag busog ako. This "condition" developed this year, I dunno why or how my nose gets clogged after a hearty meal, it just... does. So pag busog ako, I always have to spit or blow my nose. Ew.

2. I don't know how to play patintero. I used to hide in the empty canteen in high school during PE class where we played Filipino games because I don't know how to play the damn "sport." And I thought "patotot" was a dirty word.

3. I'm scared of the concrete dinosaurs in Lunete Park and cried myself sick when I was little whenever my mom brings me and my cousins there.

4. I had HUGE crushes on Jao Mapa and Wency Cornejo. Yes, kahilera nila si Lourd de Veyra in that fashion.

5. I unconsciously stopped eating pancit for almost a year now; except the instant canton, lomi, palabok or Malabon variety. All sorts of pancit canton and bihon, sa inyo ng lahat.

My mum cooks a mean pancit because she loves pancit more than any other kind of noodle dish. There was a time we had it every other day so no matter how yummy it was, nagsawa ako. Idagdag mo pang madalas na may pancit sa section namin. So I guess I reached my pancit treshold and already consumed all pancit possible in my lifetime. Quota na.

6. I am a better friend than a daughter, relative or girlfriend. My boyfriend can attest to that.

7. Last night, I was bitching in a cab because the driver didn't know the way to Makati Avenue from San Andres (do-h). I asked him to make a pitstop on Jupiter Street so that I could withdraw some money from an ATM, but the moment I turned my back, he sped off! Not my loss, though, the meter then was running at P70 and he just gave me a free ride. I had a more knowlegeable and friendlier driver next, to whom I gave a chunky tip.

8. I am currently addicted to online shopping. I got three bags on eBay and a six-bottle body-splash coffret from a Multiply source in less than two months. I don't even wanna compute how much this newfound fixation is costing me. Badddd Kitten.

Nevermind if I wear surplus clothes, just gimme my designer bags and scents. Maski vintage ukay (naks) ang suot ko, kailangan mabango at maganda ang bag.

9. My mother didn't buy me jeans till I was in second-year high school fearing nothing would fit such a fat kid. My grade-school life was a blur of leggings and (gasp!) cycling shorts in all colors and prints—from floral to polka-dot. (She meant well, naman, ayaw nya kong ma-depress pag walang nagkasya). We ended up with a baggy size 32 black pair of Jag jeans na super cool noong '90s.

She was also in charge of my very colorful wardobe to rival Tim Yap's, the most notable piece of which is a rainbow-colored,  knee-length Hawaiian puruntong. And my Sunday ensemble of butter-yellow polo shirt and purple pencil-cut skirt. In short, isa akong walking ube-quezo real ice cream noong kabataan ko.

10. My mother thought I was lesbian because I haven't introduced a boyfriend, or any other guy resembling a love interest to her till last year when I brought L in the house, yo.

I'm tagging Kat, Hazel, Pammy, Paulie, Geng, Rachel and those who are stalking this blog who refused to be identified, hehe.

serious summer lust
(more photos here)

Just when I was resigned to just do a "Sex and the City" DVD marathon over the Holy Week break, God shed some light. Some summer light. And the next thing I know, I'm packing for a trip to Lucena, Quezon, which eventually winded down to Ilaya, Batangas. Nevermind if I have to stay at work till 3 am and meet 'em up by 7 am that Thursday, I am finally getting some sun.

The big problem then was I have no swimsuit. Well, I still have the haltered blue maillot one from last year but it's already overexposed in photos (Vain? Very). And I want to brave the beach in tankini, because to be in a bikini would require divine intervention, or a lot of science, at least.

So I scoured the entire Robinsons Place Manila. No luck. I met up L in Glorietta and we searched the entire mall. Nothing would fit me right. I looked too fat, too daring, too fat, too skimpy, too fat, too tight, too fat, too fucking fat.

I finally found something in Marks & Spencer but that would mean spending a wee bit too much. We raided Landmark, still no luck. So I tried on the studded magenta tank top from M&S and the matching boyleg shorts. L took a look and said: "Baby, mukha kang SUPERHERO."

I tried the same top on with a plain black bikini and we finally found the pair for me. The bad news is that I am a size 16. That's practically plus-size here. L found the tankini too costly but agreed that I buy it anyway because, well, I have no choice, and two, he's already damn tired. Which prompted me to say: "Next time, wag ka ng maggi-girlfriend ng maarte."

The Quezon resort offered a lot of food—sweet and spicy sugpo, sauteed squid, caldereta, a lot of inihaw. We were very well fed and by nightfall, were very drunk. Someone got so high that she forgot she asked one of the guys if he's gay. One not-so-usual morning-after case, hehe.

We craved for the beach, we had to fill in some serious beach lust. The next morning, we were on the way to Laiya, Batangas. The thing was, since we didn't expect that we'll have a side trip so we didn't have any food and the lunch buffet was packing up!

I checked the inventory: "Eto, marami pa tayong beer, Pale and Light; tig-dalawang 1.5 Coke and Coke Light; ilang boteng C2; pakwan at mangga; lemon, tequila and iodized salt; calamansi, kamatis, isang boteng sukang may sili; tsaka isang supot na tamales. Pero wala na tayong food."

Good thing we had a heavy breakfast, and we'll be having a buffet dinner. We subsisted on chips for lunch and a lot of warm beer on the beach. That's bliss. That's life, man. Besides, if you had a company like them, who'd mind? Naks.

I haven't had so much fun in a long time. We were just the right mix. Walang maarte, walang pasaway, walang maangas, walang manyak. May naghihilik lang. And it also helped that all of us are vacation-hungry yuppies, so there's no other option but to have a good time.

We want more, of course. More beach trips, more laugh trips, more hirits, more lame jokes, more tequila (nasan na si Jose?), more tanlines. More, more, more. But like most of us in this third-world country, we have to work.

By this afternoon, I'm slammed back to reality which is work. Work that is a coverage tomorrow, a presscon on the other day, three pending articles and a photo shoot. All simultaneously due in two weeks. Kailangang rumaket para may pang-beach. Sigh, I'd kill to be a professional beach bum.