Talk about Dedication: Buddhist monk cuts off penis

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20061122/od_uk_nm/oukoe_uk_life_thailand_monk
A Thai monk cuts off his penis because he and an erection while meditating. Very devoted...

Good Morning!

It is 7 in the morning. I should be taking a bath then head to Greenbelt. But here I am multiplying.

I had a very weird dream. It involves Bulacan, relatives of high school classmates, fish and pancit.

Gustong kong gumapang pabalik sa kama at magtulog balut-balot ng kumot.

childhood pictures. nge!!!

Instead of doing my homework or something more productive, I suddenly became OC about my yahoo inbox. I decided to open all 400+ messages and delete/sort to an appropriate folder.

While going through the mail, I saw some old multiply alerts. One of which contains an album of our childhood made by my little sister.

There are two pictures of me wearing my dad's clothes (fresh from the office), another pic with the brother and sister long ago in Ayala Park and me biking wearing a terno-pambahay with head band. Bata palang ako, wala na akong ginawa kundi magpapicture. I think it runs in our family. Wait, let me correct that. Camwhoring runs in our family.

Pictures of us, young, innocent and chubby.

The Name Game

    I have always been proud of my name. I would even correct people who would mispronounce Antoinette (it should be an-twa-net, not an-toy-net). I also enjoy sharing the story of how I was named (Antoinette -derived from my father's Antonio that why Carl got Anthony, Isabelle -from the actress Isabelle Adjani whom my father read about her accident on the day my birth).

    Out of boredom and curiosity, I googled the meaning of my two names. Here are results:

• Isabelle
• Origin: French
  
• Meaning: Consecrated to God

• Antoinette
• Origin: French
• Meaning: praiseworthy, flourishing, beyond praise (usually associated with French queen Marie Antoinette)

    Then I found out that Isabelle "is also a is a popular generic theorem proving environment developed at Cambridge University and TU Munich". Click here to know more about it.

    It turns out I share the same names with a Brazilian princess of the Bragança Dynasty and  a  member of  the Netherlands  nobility.


    Talaga nga naman! Praiseworthy daw at consecrated to God. Of royalty and nobility pa.Ang galing talaga ni Papa gumawa ng pangalan.

isang walang kwentang pagsasalaysay ng buhay

    Inuubo pa rin ako. Pero konti na lang, yung tipong nauubo lang kapag na aalala (eng?)

    Napupuyat ako nang dahil sa internet. Kung anu-ano ang mga tinitignan ko at panay google. Hindi ito magandang pangitain, kaya siguro hindi nawawala ang ubo ko.

    Bakit ako nagkakaganito? Kung anu-ano na lang ang mga pinagtitignan ko (hindi pa naman tipong bastusin, pero tipong wala namang kinalaman sa ikagaganda ng buhay ko at ng mundo).

    Puro pasa ang mga tuhod ko. Ang cute tignan. Hehehe. Tinotopak na ako, natutuwa ako sa itsura ng pasa.

    Hindi na ako marunong pumasok sa school. Parang ang tagal kong di nag-aral, nagsembreak lang naman ako.

    Bumili ako ng isang pares ng sapatos. Masaya naman sila.

    Matutulog na ako. Wala na itong kwenta. Baka burahin ko din ito pagdating ng araw. Baka lang.

    Ang gastos ko. Lychee!

death and the deatheater

thanks ruth for the picture.
I used black eyeshadow and petroleum jelly for my lipstick. I needed to be resourceful. Hehehe. By the next morning, my lips were still black. Ang galing! tumatagal!

The NWA Halloween party/birthday celebration of Manong (a.k.a. Carl) at Hardrock Cafe last October 31.
I came as Neil Gaiman's Death wearing the black corset from ukay(whee). Carl came as the generic deatheater from HP movie #4. But I prefer to call him Deatheater #22.

sa gabi siya'y bonggang-bongga

    For the past two years as a college student in Lyceum, I haven't had a "normal" sembreak. Normal in a sense that I haven't traveled out of town just to enjoy three weeks of being batugan.Sandali, ang tagal ko nang hindi nagpapaka batugan (paggising ng tanghali, nuod TV, kain, at maliligo na lang dahil kelangan). Where did the sembreak go?

    For the past two weeks, I have been taking dance classes and rehearsing with Neonescas for a dance showcase at Baguio at the end of the month. That is why I avoid to go up and down here in our house (tulad na lang na hindi ko pagkain ng cake dahil ang sarap na ng upo ko). And this extra activity of mine worries my mother dearest because she thinks that my immune system will give up on me anytime. She thinks I'm doing too many things (Aladdin, school, org and now, dance).

    I don't want to stop this. I love the feeling of my body aching because of dancing (and the only way to get rid of the pain is by dancing more), and the fact of going to Baguio because of doing something I love.

    Dancing has been a frustration. As kid, my mom made me take ballet classes because she dreamed of having a ballerina in the family. But I would stop and change ballet schools every now and then. Eh sa ayaw ko e. Pero heto na ako ngayon, binabalikan ang iniwan. I will never declare that I am a great dancer. My-petchay-pie-gulay-wow, mahina na akong matuto ng sayaw at ang medyo nawala na ang koordinasyon ng katawan ko. Pero aaminin ko, naha-high ako sa pagod na nararanasan ko dahil alam ko ang dami kong ginagawa. Eng?

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    The plan of me being kidnapped to be drowned with ukay-ukay stores in Baguio was canceled. First, there was the great cough episode of mine. Then Paeng came who decided to target the northern Luzon. Siyempre, ang mga magulang di na pumayag. I wanted to cry when I had to face the reality that Baguio moment will not happen. This would have been a Jod-Isab moment. The one we would savor before we face a great change.

    Sayang, panahon pa naman yun para pag-usapan ng walang katapusan ang mga katarantaduhan namin sa buhay. Sayang talaga.

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    I am greatful for having Kuya Santi in my life. I love him for a lot of things. For being there during the break-up episode#1 of my life and for moving on after. I was hurt seeing him hurt because of what-ifs, I-should-haves and the fact that he is friends with the two people involved.
But we both agreed (and somewhat promised) that we don't want something like that to happen again ever. Hee!

    Kuya Santi, my fellow aquarian. I love you so much.

    Tayo na at mag pok pok.... pok.