JANET DAMITA JO JACKSON

This just in...

Pao and I are watching Janet Jackson on February 4.

And though this may go against all the preachy "we need to save" homilies I've been making what with the wedding and Justin Bieber coming to Manila and beautifying our condo and my wanting to get my wisdom tooth removed...

F*ck it. I don't care.

Pao and Psyche will just have to watch Justin Bieber without me... [or if I decide to get a little stingy, I might just decide on taking Psyche to watch Justin's Never Say Never movie on 3D].

Girl wouldn't know the difference. =P

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Top 3 Songs I want Janet to perform:

I get lonely
Twenty-foreplay
If

And yeah, let's throw LOVE WILL NEVER DO WITHOUT YOU in there, too. And ESCAPADE. And AGAIN. And GOT TIL IT'S GONE.


Aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgh. There's so many!!! *sigh*

Bureau Class of 2009

Graduated suma cum laude of straight up swizzlin', hahahaha! I swear, back in the day (like 2 years ago and single), Ms. Beverly (which isn't even her real name but guys like to think so) had more mack than Craig, furrealz.

But her biggest achievement truly, is being a good friend... my "close to a meltdown pick-me-upper" friend. Bringing me a feast from North Park when I was down, shopping with me and the sisters for the perfect evening ensemble (ahh the therapy in retail), picking my ass up 99% of the time to go to the club (even when I didn't want to =), bringing over the Redhorse and joining me in a "Chasing Pavements" Adele emo-session, blazed out of our wits and eating Mcdonalds at 6am.

And of course, being the ultimate wingchick at the club, hahaha!

But all very good girls at heart... and even better girlfriends. =)

No thanks to Facebook. It was phone calls and text messages and even late night booty call nearing 2am type text messages, like "what are you doing." nothing. "get dressed, i'm picking you up." When did friendships become so... diluted, reduced to a slow deathly boil of [I'm guessing 250 characters?] mixed into a shallow pot of tweets and status msgs and likes [really? a "thumbs up" is good enough of a recognition symbol?]. (Oh and I heard it again I swear! The "HEY, FRIENDS TAYO SA FACEBOOK NOH ANUKABA?!!!" For the love of f*cking God.) I am an elitist. But I digress...

But hey, in fairness-ness to all of my friends and fam on Facebook who want me to have a Facebook, I'm sure I would do nothing but flood all of your walls with 1000 word comments and conversation. It would be a text-heavy mess and I don't know if y'all are quite ready for that. =)

That's why if you have my number, give me a call. Or you can do what my other friends do who have accepted my multiply-loving ways and just converse with me on here. That's why I love y'all... because of the effort. *beams proudly* And to those brave enough to get on my viewing history, hey, I see you. And whether you like my ish or not (can't really say cuz you don't tell me), I appreciate it. Really. And I hope you are well.



I wish every girl a friendship like this one. =)



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Oh and shoutouts to the L'Oreal Academy for my glossy flossy hair. (INOA is the shiiiiiz, y'all. More about it in our Feb. issue of Gadgets. =)

FOR THOSE BRAVE ENOUGH TO BE HONEST...

Why did YOU get married?

(Let's avoid throwing the word "Love" in here unless you can fully explain or at least attempt to grasp the concept... and not just say "love" like THAT'S IT, take it or leave it that's my final answer... the all encompassing answer to life's bigger mysteries accepting it like we have to accept that there's such a thing as dark matter in space. You might as well just make up a word or say something like Buruguduystunstugudunstuy, if you knew that you need not answer anything else after that.)

This is NOT cold feet, y'all so we can stop with the "Oh god she's having second thoughts, there's something terribly wrong with her relationship" nonsense.

Oh and pardon the incoherence but as I am not unlike alot of other girls who like to stalk their own fiances, my beloved Waffle tweeted some 12hours ago: Is it really like this? Is this...normal? If it is, then respect to those bonds who survive without hurt and hate. (Obviously, I understand the context of this deep thought.)

Ugh. Yeah. Respect to aliens and those over-evolutionized beings who have successfully put all emotion beneath them. (Why do you think aliens have such big heads and can read minds and sh*t. Shoot. If that's the only thing stopping me from achieving telepathy and telekinesis, I am so down to having my amygdala removed.)

Going back...

I am just sincerely curious. (I'm channeling the National Geographic campaign.) And uhh hello everybody, we are in the 21st century, you'd think that with all the freedom we get to exercise, the information we can get from the net and all of the "social relationships" we acquire from social networking sites, we'd have a better sense of self and have a clearer gauge of what we want to happen in our lives.

*scratches head*

Ain't that the frikkin' irony.

Maybe the answer's on tumblr. Can someone send me one of those one-liner bits of wisdom pasted on a picture? I probably guess people have too many things to do (I'd really like to know what that is) than come up with an original thought or to explain an emotion that requires more than 200 words. Your own words.

God I am a ball of angst today, I totally love it.

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I think the problem with most marriages today... or any other day is that... I don't think people truly comprehend what they're getting into. Or what it means. Entails. Demands. Takes.

And as I anticipate that a possible answer would be that it's some sort of risk you just have to take, I say, "I'm a virgo. My risks are calculated. Even if they seem reckless."

Ok now that that's out of the way...

Janet Jackson is coming in Feb.

HOLY. FUCKING. COW.

Time for a throwback of one of my all time favorite videos... OF ALL TIME???!!!!



I can totally do that Chinese break-it-down dance. Tina Landon is f*cking brilliant.

(Must get into a Ms. Janet audio-marathon this weekend. I can still hear Dev singing "I like my beat fast and my bass down low." It's been ringing in my ears.)

Things I'm happy about (in no particular order).

1. I'm getting my hair dyed by Loreal on Friday. (I'm shallow like that)

2. I get to talk wedding talk with my sister, Mika and compare notes and be all giddy and girly and stuff. (She suggests the Martha Stewart Wedding Magazine as a guide whereas I suggested Google.)

3. Psyche has acquired the sweet disposition to offer to share her "Wedding Barbie" with me and is pretty much one of the coolest cats I have ever had the pleasure to meet.



4. Our condo is almost finished and is coming along nicely and since it's connected to the MRT, I get to go to work without a car and squeeze in some exercise by walking to and from the station and maybe take Psyche along with me to Ayala Station so we can visit her Papa at work or just hang out at the mall without me thinking about traffic and parking.

5. By the looks of things, Pao and I will be wed in March... and my entire family (including Mika's fiance, Ben) will all be here then to celebrate my dad's 60th birthday.

6. I have a fiance who is hardworking and can HUSTLE.

7. I get to go on this crazy beautiful journey with a man who... well... is perfect. Like yeah I know he's not perfect perfect but I mean, hot damn Lord you totally outdid yourself with this one. Like... God seriously loves me. I dunno. *shrugs* Paolo is such a good friend. And we have AWESOME crazy monkey sex. HAHAHAHA!

8. I find I'm very lucky to have the ability to make people comfortable around me. For them to want to engage in conversation, to find themselves able to easily discuss or indulge me with their stories. Before, I used to find it perplexing that after the end of the night, I'd know so much about a person without my even needing to pry or people would just randomly profess things outtanowhere. Dr. Drew calls it "therapeutic wonderment"... when you ask questions you already know the answer to and wait for people to find the answers within themselves (apparently it gives those a sense of wonder after realizing that the answer was inside them all along). I think I have that [skill/quality]. And I think it's cool. I get to learn from people (not just learn about them) without being preachy or invasive.  -----> this was prompted by DJ Rye when he told me about how he proposed, the circumstances behind it and how that "beautiful journey" doesn't end after the wedding ceremony. Personally, I have a thing for guys who divulge their love stories. I find it absolutely fascinating and awe-inspiring.

9. I'm happy I'm thinner and healthier. HAHAHAHAHAHA!

10. My colleague asked me if I missed my brods and sisses from college. The question made me recall that part of my history and I couldn't help but feel this tug in my heart... to know that I was surrounded by a bunch of wonderful people who were REALLY there. Not just through all the drunk crazy "hey let's cut class and drink beside the humanities building and make fun of the people passing by especially those stuck up bio majors who think they're so cool" type instances... but during the times I fell from my self-made high chair and was an inch away from having my face and life ruined. I may not see them as often... but God, I am so happy to have met them and to have had that kind of friendship. They were my higher learning.

11. I may be frugal as Hell... but I'm happy to be rich in amazing memories (yeah, including the death-defying, life-defining, painful ordeals). And thus far, I think I've led a very exciting and enriching life... and I'm grateful that God entrusted me with the wisdom that came from those experiences.

I can grow up now. =)

MY OLD SOUL

Captured by Ms. Dianna Jeraldine Capco

http://www.diannacapco.com/calypso/

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And yes, "Jojo" with the (obviously bogus) email address Bradkale04@gmail.com and IP address 58.71.7.188...

I was wearing faux lashes in those photos. But thank you for finding the time to admire my friend's lovely work. =)

TOP 11 OF 2011

These aren’t really resolutions as they’re more like “goals” I’ve set for myself (which I hope to follow through up until the end of the year… and if it’s worth carrying over onto the next one then all the better). That 7 Habits book is no joke, y’all. Stephen Covey has got me all hot and bothered, hahaha!

1.  I need to break the habit of wearing coochie cutter shorts to work. It’s funny because that was one of my reminders LAST YEAR after I got another mild memo regarding the “formality in dress” (goes to show how hardheaded I can be. *smacks forehead* I mean gosh y’all, the last time I checked, this WAS a tropical country and I’m not about to rock my 5-inch stilettos to the office like those cool kids over at stylebible do and wear makeup to a lunch meeting or while I’m simply sitting in front of my desk writing my next gadgetslab.) But alas, I was told I needed to “channel” my inner Anna Wintour and at least, “dress” the part as lifestyle editor inside as well as outside the office.

Ergo… I’ve decided to prepare 5 dresses which will serve as my daily workday “uniforms” straight on from Monday to Friday… my personal work staples, if you will… unless I have some new ensemble I want to rock. Honestly, dressing up can be such a chore esp. when you only have 30mins. to get to work after snoozing the alarm for two hours. But I gotta avoid the shorts. (Maybe I’ll make Fridays my “free-day” where I can go back to wearing my signature short-ass shorts, wife-beaters and slippers.)

2. I have to learn to wooozaaah myself from getting too annoyed with Psyche because she’s at that age where she wants to just play and hang out and put make up on and touch my things. Now don’t get me wrong, she is still incredibly sweet and considerate (like whenever I want to watch tv, she’ll say, “Mommy, you can watch Law & Order.”) But I guess I let my getting tired get in the way of the quality time I owe her so I have to really start coming up with a sort of schedule of what she and I can do together for an hour or so… before she has to go to bed. I’m just lucky that she understands that our going to work is so that we can make money (to buy her icecream, she firmly believes). It makes it easier to leave the house despite her adorably imploring face to stay home.

3. I have to get this wedding in order. Seriously.

4. Must channel the ILOCANA-VIRGO powers within and continue saving like a mother.

5. Learn the art of Micro-managing. *cue mantra: I am a boss. Now act like one.*

6. I realized how much I miss my friends… the ones who knew me “growing up.” Despite, all of the wonderful people I’ve met and all the other friends I’ve gained, old friendships remain like warm, fuzzy security blankets --- they were there at my very worst, during the time I was cast into the fire to burn in order to learn some of life’s biggest lessons. I have to plan more dates with them esp. now that I’m getting married.

7. Must write Paolo more love letters.

8. Find another poison other than vodka-redbull. (or at least limit them to 2 a night). Let me throw in the jagerbomb in there, too. I gotta remember not to drink to get drunk (but Hell, where’s the fun in that???) I gotta go back to my roots… REDHORSE and EXTRA JOSS.

9.  I gotta be nicer to my mom… and remember to not touch her things lest I want all Hell to break loose.

10. Get on that godforsaken stationary bike more.

11. Kiss more, hug more. Say:

Thank you

Good job

I love you

You’re awesome

I forgive you

You are appreciated

MORE.

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Here goes nothin' 2011.

USED TO BE ONE OF THE ROTTEN ONES...

and I liked you for that.

                                                  My 2010 achievement.

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Because LOVE (no matter what age) should be felt the way a 17-year old does.

Ever hopeful. Who believes in dreams. And never forgets to hold her heart and look up at the stars.

(At least, that's what I hope to teach my daughter.)






Park that car
Drop that phone
Sleep on the floor
Dream about me