tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32822962012-01-06T18:16:43.214+08:00The Bitchy Jones DiaryBunnynoreply@blogger.comBlogger7571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282296.post-29509626701178690352011-01-13T20:34:00.001+08:002011-01-13T22:18:54.378+08:00

It's one of those days. Again. One of those days where missing you is just too hard to bear. It's been close to six years and I still don't know how to let you go. How to let me go. How to let us go. I don't talk about you anymore but I still think about you. All the time. And each time is still filled with remorse. It still hurts. I don't think I've ever fully recovered from your demise.

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I miss this blog and I am sooo tempted to post here.

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The new blog is UP!!!!I will now officially move to SPUNKY MUMSY.See you all there!

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I am thinking of creating a new blog. Something new. Something fresh.Don't get me wrong--I LOVE THIS BLOG. I love it so much that I sometimes spend hours just reading old entries. Thing is, the me in this blog is no longer me, at least that's what I feel.Thanks to motherhood, my outlook in life has changed so much. And I want to write about it. Heck, I miss writing.So, yeah. I think I'll be

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It's probably going to be a good thing that hardly anyone visits this site anymore.I have a thought has been haunting me for weeks and it has come to a point where I need to just let it out, even if I would rather be mum about it. I'm going to go crazy by keeping this to me, myself and I.Why do I sometimes feel that I was meant to be a single mom?I don't know if its the fear of marrying the

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I will miss you so so so much, Tashi boy :( Thank you for loving us the way you did :(

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For someone I no longer talk about but remember. Everyday."And as I float along this oceanI can feel you like a notion that won't seem to let me goCause when I look to the sky something tells me you're here with meAnd you make everything alrightAnd when I feel like I'm lost something tells me you're here with meAnd I can always find my way when you are here"-- When I look to the Sky, Train

Bunnynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282296.post-51143096551982099892007-04-28T17:53:00.000+08:002008-12-11T11:44:04.626+08:00

DOLL IT UP ACCESSORIES!If you like these, there's more at http://dollitup.multiply.com! Shop na! :)

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After a year of making a mental note to go, I finally went to the Salcedo community market last Saturday and I am sooooooo coming back!I was so engrossed with each stall that I forgot I brought my camera with me so I can take pictures! Next time (next saturday? hehe!), I'll take pictures!My sister, Francine laughed at me when I bought potted herbs again--basil and mint. I've been on a potted

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I've been praying that my mom doesn't call me soon.Because she will just nag me about getting married.Its not that I don't want to marry V, I just think I need more time.And if you know my Mom, you would know that "I think I need more time" is not enough reason for her. She will say, "well, why did you get pregnant?"So, what am I supposed to reply to that, right?Back when I was pregnant, I was

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HAVING A BABY CHANGES EVERYTHING...And I mean, everything.It has changed the way I sleep (tulog mantika no more!)It has changed my weight (waaaah! This is the part I don't like! I'm an elephant!!!)It has made me more prayerful.And so so so much more thankful.I smile and laugh like never before.My bank account is depleting (haha!) but I don't mind.It has altered my social life....uh...what social

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LUCKY KANGAROOSIt's my 2nd day back at work.And I really miss Joaquin.Not that I don't like work. In fact, I'm really glad to be back at work. I missed this environment so much.But I miss being with my baby, especially now that he smiles and stares at me all the time. I miss giving him a bath, feeding him, rocking him to sleep. I miss being able to hug him and kiss him anytime I want.The time

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BRAND NEW MOM OF THIS GORGEOUS BOYWorld, meet Joaquin. Joaquin, world.

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It's the second day of my maternity leave and I am bored bored bored.I miss work. I miss being productive.I want to give birth na!!!(I'm on my 38th week so it should happen anytime soon, right?)

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Hey guys! I know it's been a loooonnng while but as you can see from the picture, I have a reason. Aside from my workload piling up, I am expecting my little one in a couple of months. And it's going to be a BOY!!!I really miss you guys, and I can no longer count how many times I've tried to blog only to delete it in the end. I can't promise that I'll be blogging as regularly as before but

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"Its different for me...I've had the love of my life and no one else could ever touch that...no one can come close. So I'm just out there passing the time, tap dancing...If you want the truth, maybe if I dance fast enough, I won't remember what I've lost."--Christopher Plummer, Must Love Dogs

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MY BIRTHDAY SONGSTAYCarol BanawaI want you to stayNever go away from meStay foreverBut now, now that you're goneall I can do is pray for youTo be here beside me againWhy did you have to leave meWhen you said that love will conquer allwhy did you have to leave meWhen you said that dreamingWas as good as realityAnd now I must move onTrying to forget all the memoriesOf you near meBut I can't let go

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FINALLYI was touched...and practically naked.It was long...hard...and it was soooo darn good!I can't believe I waited so long to do it again.Massages are the best. :)

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"Moving On"TOYAJust getting used to waking up everydayNot seeing your faceI just began to stop setting your placeAnd I stop longing for your warm embraceAnd it was God that made me ableTo finally sleep at nightThough you're not by my sideFinally I don't hardly crySee right when I start letting goSomebody wants to let me knowCan they take your placeNo they can't fill your spaceNoI tried to move on

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A few nights ago, for lack of anything better to do, I took out our DVD of "Before Sunset" and watched it for the nth time.The scene that always brings tears to my eyes is the one where they're on the ferry and Celine says that she never really gets over anyone because each person is made up of beautiful, specific details. And she ends up missing those things about each person. But a few nights

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Well, I've obviously been neglecting this blog, this part of my life...among many other things.I haven't been writing because I didn't want to remind myself of what I have been trying (unsuccessfully) to be oblivious to for the past months-- that I'm still inlove with Jason eventhough if he's in a place not even my dreams can take me.It's been sad. I've been really sad.While some might say that

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MT. DAGULDOLBrgy. Laiya, San Juan, Batangas As promised, here are some of the pictures I took during my climb last weekend. Taken by my friend somewhere during the trek I love sunsets!How the campsite looked the next morning. Quite foggy isn't it?with mountain climbing buddies Internal alchohol. Hehe!The beach! At last! Gone fishing.Kid digging a holeGirls!

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Last night, I dreamt that I was at work and our President's driver came to me and handed me a white envelope. My whole name was written in front.Curiously, I opened it and there was small sheet of paper. The letter said:Dear Johanne (that's part of my real name),I'm sorry I died. I love you.JasonI woke up, checked the time (2:15 a.m.), and looked around the room. It was then that I remembered

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YOU MAKE ME BETTERBo BiceLately, I've been so far gonePretending I don't know where I went wrongI've been lying to myself in the arms of someone elseWithout you I just can't fake it ..tonightHere I am, so please don't tell me it's the endingYou're all I ever wanted from the beginningI know I let you down, I'll live with that forever,I want to scream out loudThat you're the only one that makes me

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The past month has been so unexpectedly hard. Getting over Jay is hard. And I don't know what else to do, except cry it all out. It feels like its never going to end. I know this sounds exaggerated but I feel like now that I've lost the best thing in my life, the person I wanted to be with forever--nothing better awaits me so I might as well just mess it all up. What surprises me is I haven't

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A PICTURE TAKEN FROM OUR VET'S CLINIC Look at the bottom of the bottle. What are the shapes that dogs love to eat?Hahahaha!!!

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So I gave the career talk at my high school last week. It was fun and nerve-wracking all at the same time. But my sister said that I wasn't boring or baduy at all (and I know my sister, if I was a lousy speaker, she'd say so.).Now , this is going to sound really shallow but it's funny.So my sister, Sunshine was saying that out of 5 people, 2 people said that I looked better than her. Ergo, the

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ONLY ONEYellowcardBroken this fragile thing nowAnd I can't, I can't pick up the piecesI've thrown my words all aroundBut I can't, I can't give you a reasonI feel so broken upAnd I give upJust want to tell you so you knowHere I go, scream my lungs outAnd try to get to youYou are my only oneI let go but there's just no oneThat gets me like you doYou are my only, my only oneMade my mistakes let you

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You know how when you're in your junior or senior year in highschool, they invite an alumni to talk about their career and what life is like after college?Well well...a couple of days ago, I got an email from my highschool's guidance counselor (who was also my batchmate in highschool) asking me if I could give that kind of talk.Seems exciting, right? But at the same time, I don't know what to

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I miss Jay.But I feel better now. I actually don't cry as much but I still think about him all the time.I'm trying to be happy. Because he told me before that if anything should happen, he would want me to move on but to never forget about him. So, I'm trying. Real hard.Even praying has been difficult because I cannot help but question God as to why He took Jay away from me hours before he

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" 'You'll get over it...' It's the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of

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Jason (9/12/2005 11:20:23 PM): You want to know something weird.Bunny (9/12/2005 11:20:29 PM): what?Jason (9/12/2005 11:20:55 PM): When I laid in the hospital...I kept wondering why I was still alive Bunny (9/12/2005 11:21:30 PM): well, just means you still have things to do...its not your time...Jason (9/12/2005 11:21:37 PM): And then I realized maybe its because I'm just getting to know and be

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I've been feeling like a zombie for the past 2 weeks. I wake up and just go through the routine of everyday. Wake up, go to work, then go home and sleep. The past christmas was the most unchristmassy christmas of my entire life. I decided to work Christmas Eve and greeted the 25th by trying to appease a client who was getting pretty upset. Whoopppeee! Sure I receieved a lot of text messages, YM

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FARTHER DOWNMatthew Sweet Into you so far our words goso much clearer then you hearinto you goes everything I knowno one else knows how I feel farther down I'm desperate for youwhere you never have to knowfarther down I'm still without a cluejust something, something takes my pain away only chance can change my fortuneso I'm not sure why I tryas if I could swim the oceanas if you could start to

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I'm so tired. And my pockets are drained. Hahaha!4 more days before christmas and I think I still have 6-10 people on my list who remain giftless. Hehehe!On top of all the brouhaha the upcoming holidays is bringing, I've been swamped with work. In the words of our company president after I bid him goodbye during the christmas party last week, "Bunny, be prepared for next year, you're going to be

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GABE TABACHUY My nephew, Gabe is growing up and gaining weight sooo fast! And I've got the pictures to prove it! Sleeping!With Lola! Tabachuuuyyy!

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It's almost christmas and I have not bought a gift for anyone. Oh, I did buy a gift for my co-worker, because I picked his name for the company exchange gift. His gift was more of a requirement. I don't even like the guy so you can just imagine how ecstatic I am that he was the first person I bought a present for this year.I was at the mall yesterday trying to get in the mood to empty my

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2005 IN REVIEWI was bloghopping and I found this and decided to give it a shot.Take the first sentence (or two) from the first post of each month of 2005. That's your year in review.JANUARYBut what the heck, it's just a date. Just a set-up.FEBRUARYBut I am finally trying to quit smoking.MARCHI discovered something the other day that I took as a sign to stay in the country this year. Actually, I

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Gabe was baptized last Sunday and the reception was really nice with "its a boy!"balloons all around. Tables were showered with chocolates, food was good, and everyone was in a very celebratory mood. And that's what these parties should feel like. Family and friends abound. People you haven't heard from or seen in ages suddenly pop up and you hug and/or kiss and catch up on each other's lives and

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So my mom arrived arrived very early this morning and the first thing she asks me is, "How are you and Jason?" Trying to keep a straight face, and not wanting to divulge too much detail, I said, "Uhmm..Basta, ayoko na." I was in my room this morning, drinking coffee and answering crossword puzzles when she came in, took a look at the picture of Jason by my bed (I keep forgetting to remove it) and

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For lack of anything to do, I decided to go to Glorietta after work yesterday. Spent 3 hours walking around, did a teeny bit of grocery shopping and also looked for possible christmas gifts but couldn't find any, or maybe I was just not in the mood to shop for anything. I was going to leave at around 7 but saw the traffic outside and told myself that it would be less stressful to leave later.

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Just when you thought the kiss of death only happens in movies or fairy tales, a girl dies after kissing her boyfriend. Yikes!

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It really hurt, what he said. I woke up Sunday morning, crying silently. And I wish I despised him enough to not shed tears. I wish I had the strength to just hold my head up high, and walk away, feeling numb. I wish I had the sense to recognize that he has changed. It has been apparent but I made excuses for them, was oblivious to them. And I know a handful of people who are secretly smiling and

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SNOWFLAKESBecause it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

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My heart breaks...All over again."So I wait and I waitAnd I run myself in the same old circlesAnd I sit and I stareAnd I run old scenes through my tired headOf the days that we laid on our backs and said foreverWas that the best I'll ever be"--Best I'll Ever Be, Sister Hazel

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MT. PULAG Together with some friends, I took a bus to Baguio at around 11pm Friday night. 5-6 hours later, we set foot in Baguio City, met with the jeepney we rented to take us to Benguet Province so we can climb the 2nd highest mountain in the Philippines, Mt. Pulag. Our jeepneyI enjoyed the view... There were rivers, The Ambuklao Dam,lotsa mountains,and just some of them rice terraces.After

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I absolutely cannot wait for the showing of AEONFLUX! I didn't know there was a movie until today! And best of all, Charlize Theron, my absolute favorite actress in the whole wide world is playing Aeon Flux!If you guys are bored, you have to have to have to have to visit this site and just watch the videos. I was laughing my ass off today because of The Mischievious Boys. I've only seen their

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WELL, WHAT DO YOU KNOW... Jason is here. In the country. How funny is it that I only found out a few hours before departing Baguio. Even funnier that he was also in Baguio. And is still in Baguio. But he says he will be in Manila tomorrow. on Friday.

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CURRENT I-CAN-RELATE SONGDESTINY Zero 7 I lie awakeI've gone to groundI'm watching pornIn my hotel dressing gownNow I dream of youBut I still believeThere's only enough for one in thisLonely hotel suiteThe journey's longAnd it feels so badI'm thinking back to the last day we hadOld moon fades into the newSoon I know I'll be back with youI'm nearly with youI'm nearly with youWhen I'm weak I draw

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JUST CURIOUS... I'm sure you've these signs all over the metroIf a person gets hit by a car in a no pedestrian street, will the driver still be charged with reckless driving? Just curious.

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You guys know those Team Aniston and Team Jolie Shirts?Well, move over...because here comes *tan tan na naaaannn* Team Manila!!!! The Designs are just soooo good! I plan to get my Uncle Freddie one, too. Will run to the store very soon! My favorite! Must have!!! The coolest of them all! Hahaha! I will also say goodbye to my current coin purse and replace it with this:Best of all, they're

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People judge people. It's a fact of life.But it's another thing when your own friends judge you. Because friends, the real and good kind, don't do that.Which is why I'm scratching 2 people out of my trusted friends list. They're both guys, by the way. We were at a friend's a party a couple of weeks ago and I was the first to leave. Found out the next day from the host of the party (also a

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We can't be as good as we'd want to, so the question then becomes, how do we cope with our own badness?-- Nick HornbySigh. So true. No matter how hard we try to be good, we never really end up being as good as we hope to be. Shucks.... :(

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Forgive me for the profanity but, FUCK!Putangina.My mom calls me today to tell me that I'm I'm irresponsible.She tells me to grow up. (Am I not?)She tells me to look after my sisters. (Don't I? What do you want me to do? Become their very own security guard?)She tells me to look after the house. (Is the house a mess? I think not!) She asks me who goes to market, and I tell her I do, but that I

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MY NEW NAMEI was talking to my friend, Kristine who I fondly call "Ate Tin" at their house party last Saturday...Me: Grabe, pupunta pa nga ako ng palengke bukas eh...Ate Tin: Shet! Mamamalengke ka?Mikee (Ate Tin's 8-year-old son): Mooommmyy!!! What did you say? You said a bad word!*Ate Tin in panic mode*Ate Tin: Chet...Me: Yeah, your mom was referring to me. She said, "Chet,mamalengke ka?"*

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FOR JAY Sometimesby Gabrielle We've come too far we can't turn backHave our good days, have our badWhen I'm feeling blueYou say that I'm hurting youWe try so hard not to fightBut sometimes we cross the lineAnd I wanna leaveBut youWon't let meWe have our highs and lowsJust like everybody elseDoesn't mean that we walk awayWe work through our mistakes (Chorus:)Sometimes I love youSometimes I

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I had a complete weekend.I spent Saturday strolling in Gateway Mall and not buying anything. I also visited some ukay-ukay stores and just when I thought I wouldn't find anything nice and cheap to buy, I find this super duper nice top in the last store we went to (I'll take a picture of the blouse when I'm wearing it na). My Saturday night was spent at my friend's house. It was her mom's

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WISHES I grew up calling the seeds of the dandelion, "wishes", because they said that if you catch one, you should make a wish and blow it in the wind with the dandelion seed. I don't really believe they could come true but it wouldn't hurt to take a chance, right?I went straight to my room to change when I got home from work yesterday and I saw one clinging to my top. Instinctively, I grabbed it

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MY CURRENT MUSTS MUST EAT Holy Kettle Corn!Guilt free munchies!!! My sister's boyfriend's mom gave us 2 bags last weekend and my sisters and I just wolfed it down. It's popcorn without the butter, cholesterol and preservatives. It's non-fattening plus its high in fiber! And to top it all off, its soooo good! I'm not sure where they bought it (if anyone knows, please tell me!) but I think it's

Bunnynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282296.post-1129618795648013782005-11-07T13:47:00.000+08:002005-11-07T14:22:20.683+08:00

I have developed a new fear. A fear of becoming my mother. Now now, don't get me wrong...while I love my mother to bits, we don't always get along. I used to think we were completely different--when it came to clothes (she forced me to wear shoulder pads when I was younger and c'mon, my shoulders are broad enough. No use trying to make me look like a quarterback), opinions on religion, the career

Bunnynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282296.post-1131322231972728612005-11-07T08:04:00.000+08:002005-11-07T08:14:57.493+08:00

MY NEW BOY and I

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I've always loved to daydream. I remember that as a kid I would go through my mom's architectural digests and I would daydream about living in a beautiful home with my gorgeous husband (I imagined he would look like the Ralph Lauren model I was crushing on as a 9-year-old) and that I would have a huge garden with a maze in it. I daydreamed about wearing intricate lavish gowns, cinderella's glass

Bunnynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282296.post-1130372127481218282005-10-27T08:03:00.000+08:002005-10-27T08:18:43.930+08:00

I'M NO GRAMMAR POLICE...BUTOne of the people on my team sent this message to everyone on our intranet:"Please take note of this number: (415-*******) because the next time she receives a call from our company,she will file a suit againts us. Thank you!"And one of the gay guys from the sales team sends this reply...TO ALL:"correction po....SUE not SUIT...."WAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! File a sue...

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NOT JUST ACHI My sister, Francine, takes skin-diving classes with her schoolmates (inggit). The other night, she asked me for help because her stuff would not fit in my brand new backpack (bininyagan niya!!!). So I was packing her stuff when she said, "Chi, you're a mother packer!" That sent me, her and our other sister, Sunshine laughing to bits. Hehe!

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RAFA!!! Here's a better picture of him. He looks like my sister! Cutiieeee!

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GUESS WHO ARRIVED THIS MORNING?Yep yep! That's my nephew, Rafael Gabriel! We're still deciding as to what his nickname will be. I like Rafa but my other sisters like Gabe. Maybe we'll end up calling him Bugoy. Hehehe! He's sooooo cute! We think its also cool that his birthday falls on our parents' wedding anniversary. Sorry I couldn't take a better picture. I only took this with my phone.

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MY WEEKEND WITH ME I never got to share pictures of the weekend I spent with myself. A couple of days before the weekend, I had a conversation in YM with my cousin, Dino. I told him about my plans and he suggested that I just go to Tagaytay. I thought about it, computed the expenses and turns out, the money I will spend for a hotel in Manila is actually enough for gas and a decent place to stay

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BUNNY'S WALL Well, that's according to Daday who was bored and decided to turn an old picture of mine into this. I like it! Thanks, Daday!

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STAY OR MOVE? I was going out of my mind last Monday because of a message my GM sent to me: "Bunny, please see me before you leave for the day." Unfortunately (although I felt fortunate at that time), I had to leave work early and GM said she would just talk to me the next day. Tuesday came and I was fretting because she sent me another message. This time, it went, "Please make yourself available

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DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES As for me, I'm just plain desperate. Hahaha! Kidding. A few weeks ago, Charo and Kookie were talking about the show over dinner and because I don't really watch much TV nowadays, I could not relate. I was so interested in the story that I bought dvds of the 1st season. And I am hooked. That show is just...wow. Unlike Sex and the City, which don't get me wrong, I also love,

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BEST I'LL EVER BESister HazelI miss youI miss being overwhelmed by youAnd I need rescueI think I'm fading awayBut I keep thinking that you'll wake me up with a whisper in my earI keep hoping that you'll sneak in my roomSo I wait and I waitAnd I run old scenes through my tired headOf the days we laid by the school and said foreverWas that the best I'll ever beI miss youI miss talking all night

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There is a traffic jam inside my head.It's been clouded with so many things for the past weeks.Both good and bad.And the worst part is, I refuse to talk about it with anyone. Which is, if you know me well, a little weird. It's also the reason for my sporadic blog entries.Since I couldn't get any peace and quiet, I resorted to drowning myself in all the noise outside forces can bring so I can be

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My entire body has been in pain all week so I called for a massage yesterday afternoon. The woman who came was blind and while talking, she mentioned that her husband is also blind. And tactless me, said:"Hindi ba mahirap yun, hindi mo siya nakikita?" She says, "Ok lang yun. Hindi mo naman kailangan makita ang isang tao para malaman mo na talagang mahal mo siya..."And that just made me smile

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THE LAST BRIDESMAID (Wahahahaha!)My good college friend, Tarah got married last Wednesday and I was one of the bridesmaids. A week before the wedding, it dawned on me that among my close college friends, I was the only bachelorette remaining. Which totally made me dread going to the wedding because my college friends would all be there--married with kids, plus husbands in tow. And I was honestly

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Dear Papa, I often wonder if you can actually hear me when I talk to you. I know its a little freaky when I say hi to your picture when I get home late at night, or when I smile at you and say "Bye Pops!" before I leave the house. I guess you can say that even if I've accepted your demise, I can't really find it my heart to erase you from my life. I still want to go on each day knowing that

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KURANT CRAVING It's 8am and I am sooooo craving for Vodka Kurant. With 7-up. And a maraschino cherry, please. Maybe later, after work.... I WANT YOUUUUUU!

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THE MIKE HANOPOL EXPERIENCE After my morning run with my dog, Tashi last Saturday, my pregnant sister asked me if I could bring her to her boyfriend's house in Cubao. I tried to get in touch with a couple of friends who lived nearby to accompany me but none of them were available and so I ended up going alone. Since I was already in Cubao, a place I don't go to very often, I decided to do

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TINSELTOWNTinseltown is the name of the chatroom my online friends and I created waaaayyyy waaaayyyy back our IRC days. Almost all of us were still in college then and it's pretty amazing that even if we haven't used mIRC or Pirch for many years now, we've still managed to keep the friendship very strong and intact. So strong that these people will most likely be part of the entourage in my

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DAMN IF YOU DO, DAMN IF YOU DON'TOne of the biggest mistakes I've committed in my previous relationships was I wasn't always that honest but I wasn't a complete liar either. Sure, I told the truth but sometimes, I told half-truths. I spared a few details that I knew would upset my then significant other...things like, bumping into an ex or an ex getting in touch with me from out of the blue or

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NANO Gadget fanatics may be dismayed (if you already have an iPod) and ecstatic (if you don't have one yet and planning on getting one) because Apple just came out with a smaller, thinner but I really can't say better version of the iPod...tadaaaahh! iPod Nano. It's as thin as a pencil, its fully colored--it can store photos, available in only black and white, comes in 2gb and 4gb models and at

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Jay bought a new car. The license plate he got is personalized and a few days ago, he said he was thinking of "hotrabt" as the license plate. But that he's still not sure and might change it to something else.And then the next day, he tells me he's decided on what the license plate will be...4bunny.*Big smile*(If you were me, wouldn't your heart be hopping in joy?)Is that sweet or what? :)

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BABY MARCO Meet the newest member of the family, my cousin, Baby John Marco. He fell asleep in my arms minutes after I carried him. Sooooooo cute! We all can't wait for my sister to give birth!

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I miss Jay so much.

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NUEVA ECIJA I spent my weekend with about 120 mountaineers at the 7th Infantry Division in Fort Magsaysay, Nueva Ecija. We had 2 reasons for going there: help with the reforestation project and climb Mt. Taclang Damulag ("Cow Dung" in english. The shape of the mountain resembles cow poo daw kasi) We arrived at Fort Magsaysay just in time to catch the sunrise The view from our "room" last

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ANG GANDA KO! This site tells you who among hollywood's celebrities you look like the most. If you're bored and you have nothing to do, its so worth a shot. (Thanks Ferdz, for the link!) Oohh la laaaa Jessica Biel!I'm also gwapo! hahaha! Harrison Ford....yummmyyyy!

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BOO-BOOI'm really not the queen of boo-boos but I've made quite a number of flub-ups in my lifetime.In highschool, while looking for a prom dress, I walked into a store's glass window, which of course sent the sales ladies inside laughing hysterically. Needless to say, I was beet red in embarassment that I didn't bother going inside.While eating grilled squid with some friends many years ago, I

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KARMA I've been working from 6am to 3pm for over a month now. I do like the schedule because there's hardly any traffic going to and fro work. The only con is that I now take a cab going to work which explains the increase in my expenses. But nevertheless, it's fine. What really irks me are the cab drivers. I can't even count how many times I've hailed a cab only to have the cab driver reject me

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For the past week, I've been listening to Nina Gordon's songs and among all her songs, this one hits a spot.HOLD ON TO MEWe're the same and you don't even know itwe're afraid and we try not to show it and you're tired and i am too so there's only one thing you can do you've got to hold me and tell me what you need don't be afraid of what you're feelingwhen you know me then i'll never want to

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HOW HAVE I BEEN? I'm happy to report that the tears have actually stopped. My tear ducts are now on strike. Overworked daw kasi. (har har) Although I still find myself sad a lot of times, I am a happier, smiling more, person now. I am trying to get past the hurt that was the mishap that happened to Jay. I've stopped blaming myself for not being physically there for him. I have stopped wishing

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MY DEAREST COUSIN, GRACE, I'm sorry I suggested it. I'm sorry you paid. (sabi ko kasi, ako na eh!) Sorry, your money went to waste. I honestly thought it was going to be funny. I'm sorry we had to endure the old ladies chatting behind us. And the crazy lady laughing unreasonably loud behind the old ladies. I'm sorry we had to see the crappy dance number.And watch that lame excuse for a fight

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"MAGTANIM AY DI BIRO, MAGHAPONG NAKAYUKO..." As that old folk song goes. And I have to tell you, it's sooo true. My back is aching more than ever and I just had a massage last Thursday!I'm a little tamad to write about it in detail but all in all, it was a fun weekend. One of the things I love about climbing are the people (we didn't really climb this weekend, though). I only knew 3 people when

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NUNINUNINU... I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth this morning and found a few black ants on my toothbrush. Does that mean I have a sweet tooth? Was talking to my mom and was giving her the address of the site where I uploaded the Boracay pictures. She says, "ano? dot net yung huli?" I said, "Yup, dot net, hindi dot com". And she replies, "as in dot na period?". I said yes and laughed my ass

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POST SECRET I've been addicted to this site, POST SECRET for many weeks now. I'm thinking of sending one of my own but I have not been able to come up with an interesting secret yet. Go check it out and while you're at it, contribute!!! Here are some of my favorites: Hahahahaha!Can soooo relate.Smart. Aawww....Waaaaahh!!! Yikes.

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I'VE BEEN TAGGED BY CAT Three names you go by:1. Bunny - I was born on an Easter Sunday. Hence, the nickname.2. Johanne - If you're someone from my highschool3. Banini- What my mom calls me when she's mad at me Three screen names you have had:1. Cool_Babe- mIRC days. Let's not get into it.2. Vanilla- just because I love vanilla3. Spunkydaisy Three physical things you like about yourself:1. my

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BORACAY 2005Just click on the images to get a larger view.Picture taken from Friday's resortThat's my cousin, Precious, me and my sister, FrancineActing all tourist-y by the Friday's sign Pure bliss! Taken at around 630am, while all the guests at the resort were still asleep.Jammin' at my favorite Boracay hang-out, Bombom bar. A trip to Boracay won't be complete without me stopping for some

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TOMORROW, TOMORROW, I LOVE YA!Tomorrow, I get a break from this. That's an actual picture of my desk. Haywire, right? Tomorrow, I get to do this again.I'm gone for the weekend. Bye bye for now Manila, Helloooooo Boracay! CIAO!

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JUST TRYING TO LIST DOWN THE THINGS THAT ARE MAKING ME SMILE Bags and earrings from Charo and Jovan. My future nephew. And my sister's healthy pregnancy (a little too healthy, actually). Fantastic Four and good conversations at Rai Rai Ken last Saturday with Daday. A million hugs and kisses from Yumi. A wonderful Sunday at Eastwood with Aina and John D. (Herbie is a cute movie!) Citizen Girl at A

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AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY Ever AfterBonnie Bailey (I just sooo love and can relate to this song!) Three years ago my journey beganChasing down this cure, no plan in handJust your pulse, my racing guide in the darkJust knowing with conviction from the startThe moment your eyes made an introductionI felt my second violent breath of lifeFlawless to the point of being godlyYet I fell hard for your

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EASIER It gets easier. To just wake up, breathe and go through each day without hearing Jay's voice, without reading his messages. It's been easier to swallow the thought that we should have been together by now. And that instead of these sad, melancholic thoughts, I should be writing about happy, intoxicating, blissful and super kilig moments with Jay. But like I said, it has been getting easier

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BABIESDidn't go out this weekend. Had a little, all-girl (4 lang kami!) videoke party at a friend's house, who lives in the next village, last Saturday and ended up staying for the night because the person who was supposed to take me home passed out too early. I think the highlight of my videoke night was singing Carly Simon's "Nobody Does It Better" in the sexiest way possible. Had everyone in

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