Circus Life

The Difference in their Skills

sipmag@gmail.com — Sat, 26 Dec 2009 11:05:20 GMT

How can you mention Ateneo in a paragraph without also uttering Heart somewhere?

sipmag@gmail.com — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 09:43:07 GMT

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First 5th set win ng Gorayeb era! Sabi nila, sa volleyball, kapag kaya mo nang manalo sa 5th set, kaya mo nalang manalo kahit kelan. :)

Yez!

Go Cainglet! Itodo mo pa!! Ingudngud mo, beybe!

Happy Birthday to me

sipmag@gmail.com — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 17:31:48 GMT

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Yebah! 26 na ko. :) Thank you Lord for another year! You are the best. You are the light. You are the joy. You are the hope. You are the song I sing. :) Glee club boys and girls, alam nyo dapat yang song na yan. :)

26, 26, 26... hmm.. ano bang cool gawin ngayong 26 na ko?

Ah...

I wanna be just like this hyrax ngayong taon

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F2NVu6F-eV4

A bully.

Undaunted.
Kebs.
Crazy.
Reckless.
Determined.
Focused.
Territorial.
One man monster!

Rawr!

I wanna be a cool and slightly ma-ere and kebs 26 year old man.

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4 truths, 2 lies

sipmag@gmail.com — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 20:30:04 GMT

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1. I recently dated a quite fine, tall, Chinese UST Med student who, after a night together, texted me 'Milan, do I look ok? I am insecure about so many things.' A message that made me feel like may chance ako sa kanya.

2. I once went out with rather hot GMA7 news reporter (obviously, it's not Mike Enriqu3z or this puppet look-alike, etc. etc.) who, after touching sya, told me that I can also touch ang kanyang bestfriend news reporter who was waiting sa living room - an offer I promptly declined dahil di ko lang trip.

3. My first ever crush is a girl who, after I transfered school (for high school), disclosed to all of our common friends that she actually had a crush on me too. Unfortunately, when I learned about it, boyfriend na nya ang captain ball ng basketball varsity team of my new school.

4. I had regular fun with an ABS-CBN talent and secretly visited ang kanyang condo near Mother Ignacia from time to time mula 3rd quarter ng 2006 hanggang gitna ng 2007. Una kaming nagkakilala sa isang banyo ng resto near the ad agency kung san ako nagwork before. I didn't tell my friends about it for fear na hindi naman ako paniniwalaan.

5. I am hoping that this certain med rep from Glaxo Smith Kline actually likes me at iintroduce naman nya ang sarili nya sakin nang maayos -- so we can get it on na. Grr, yes! Yun lang naman ang gusto ko sa kanya eh. Dahil namamanyak ang utak ko tuwing nakikita ko sya.

6. I realized lately that I'm incapable of settling down sa ngayon. Minsan, I say I want to settle down na pero ang totoo, I enjoy playing and I'm not yet ready to be in a relationship pa -- lalo na ngayon.

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I hope Samsung sends me one. Libre. :P

sipmag@gmail.com — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 05:07:15 GMT

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http://www.techpinas.com/2009/12/samsung-corby-pro-b5310-will-it-reach.html

This one has touchscreen, qwerty slide out keypad, wifi, 3g

Kumpleto na @ Php 12,000

Ayos si ba?

Samsung Corby PRO

May PRO chong.

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Good. :)

sipmag@gmail.com — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 13:03:03 GMT

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http://fairyshare.com/watch-59d4df039d70451a2#

:)

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Another proof that there is God

sipmag@gmail.com — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 09:27:06 GMT

Bugoy Drilon - magsasaka galing Bicol and yet he is singing with a virtuoso of a learned singer.

Some aspiring singers spend hundreds of thousands of pesos to learn basics of singing - measures, time signatures, harmonies, families of chords, build-up and dynamics, vowel migration, effective appoggiatura and accacciatura - the natural grace notes, calculated runs and riffs, seamless register transitions (seamless passagios). And yet Bugoy, na ni hindi siguro maituturo kung anong piano key ang B# of the 3th octave, employs these na parang wala lang. :)

Gift. Listen to his riffs and runs, sobrang bibilis -- pero antindi ng precision. Sapul lahat ng grace notes! Vowel migration? ie Listen to how he attacks the word "FEEL" - instead of pronouncing the long E vowel sound (the phonetic [i] as in 'heel', 'feel', 'steel'), Bugoy instinctively migrates (quite slightly) the long E to the central open vowel schwa [ə] ('ugh' sound) to make it easier to pronounce (in a song like this) while making it more resounding.

Kung hindi ito Gift from God, I don't know what to call it.

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Probably her greatest work yet.

sipmag@gmail.com — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 08:46:03 GMT

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Probably.

Mimi vs. The Greatest Voice of All

sipmag@gmail.com — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 07:44:34 GMT

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8FhO7NHsviI

OK...

sipmag@gmail.com — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 13:20:42 GMT

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now, bend over.

Oh my... kaya pa naman siguro ang love handles ko sa diet and exercise...

sipmag@gmail.com — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 19:15:13 GMT

3:50 -- takbo sa inidoro, *blech*

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My choice for the GiggerBoys' first single. :) Haha.

sipmag@gmail.com — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 16:26:42 GMT

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wag nyo na pansinin yung anime sa likod. hehe.

nice hook, tweak lang lyrics (na parang lecturing girls how to treat a boy-next-door right). pwede pang sayawin - yung pacute lang. sa video pwedeng ifocus yung mukha ni SOTE na nakangiti while nakayuko, tapos tataas ang ulo sabay kindat, kagat labi. Hahahaha. Swak!

think 2PM (to Candy's horror) -- tuwing chorus, hihilera sila, horizontal line. Tapos may cool dancestep (chest pump, etc.), nothing hardcore. haha. basta dapat pacute tapos sabay sabay.

nice title pa: Do You Really Want Me?

pang first single. :)

leak it to radio, let it pick up. release a video. release ringtone.

perform sa ASAP. wearing tuxedo with dancesteps. leak to youtube. along with new pacute studio photo set.

after a while, release an acoustic version.

susmio. shouldn't be too hard. napakapredictable ng mga dalaginding na pinoy. haha.

you can't go wrong with a good song - on the other hand, no amount of PR or advertising can save a bad song. Haha.

then 2nd single... a hardcore ballad: I'm All About You (orig. Aaron Carter)

hahaha. but seriously, para masabing tatagal ang isang grupo o singer, dapat meron syang kahit isang ballad (the slow, cheesy track) na sumikat. even master rapper Kiko Magalona has a major ballad na isa sa mga nagcatapult sa kanya sa legendary status.

go na.

nasasayang ang oras, sayang ang pera.
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oh shyet.

sipmag@gmail.com — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 09:22:18 GMT

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I, DO, STILL
by Rica Bolipata-Santos
via http://www.promdiinmanila.blogspot.com/

I wake up and sense that the morning is still. Outside our bedroom window, nothing moves. Today is my ninth wedding anniversary. It feels very much like an in-between year. It is not the seventh, which saw us surviving the seven-year itch. And neither is it the tenth, the milestone of the first decade shared together.

I turn to my husband beside me. We sleep every night with our backs to each other. This is not something I worry about. Sleep is one of the reasons I believe in God. It is an ingenious invention. I don't like being disturbed so I don't like being held. After sex, I anticipate being taken by sleep, a different kind of orgasm.

I kiss his warm cheek and he smells like soap. He has faint stubble. He turns to me, opens his eyes and his arms and welcomes me in.

"Happy anniversary, dear," he says.

"Happy. Happy." I reply.

"Are the kids up yet?"

"Probably, it's already seven," I say, winding my legs around his. "The boys should be having breakfast by now. Mang Felix is taking them to school today."

"And you? What's your schedule?" he asks me.

"Just have class until four. I'll meet you for dinner at Shangri-La."

He kisses me on my temple, my eyes, my lips, and my necks, unwinds our legs and starts to go. "I should go to work soon so I can meet you early."

As I hear him prepare his morning ablutions, I am amazed at how the dynamics of our marriage have changed. Our anniversries have always been one-sided battlefields where I practiced psychological games and guerrilla tactics. Wars from past anniversaries would commence with me whining and demanding. I would plead and plead for him to take the day of, to go shopping, to cuddle all day. When I don't get what I want, I take out my secret weapon and launch a tantrum. I make a mental list of the trantrums I've had for each anniversary.

Year 1 - Tagaytay - Tantrum because he had an asthma attack and we couldn't have sex.

Year 2 - Shangri-La overnight - Tantrum because we couldn't afford to stay an extra night.

Year 3 - Home - Tantrum because we couldn't afford anything.

Year 4 - Manila Hotel dinner - Tantrum because I wanted to go home to breastfeed.

Year 5 - Via Mare - Tantrum because he was 30 minutes late.

Year 6 - Ilustrado - Tantrum because he had no love letter.

Year 7 - Philippine Plaza - Tantrum because I was pregnant.

Year 8 - Bangkok - Tantrum because he had a business meeting in the middle of our trip.

I accept with quiet grace that the need for romance was the culprit for all these tantrums.

I hear him in the bathroom and begin to identify sounds and patterns. Heavy shuffling on the floor means he's collecting water in the basin for heating. Clicking sounds signify flossing has commenced. Ragged coughing means he had a small asthma attack the night before (continuous coughing with chest thumping, however, would mean antibiotics at the end of the week). The water running at a steady pace tells me there is no rush. He can afford to take his time. He is certain to open the closet door three times (I sing to myself, one for the outfit, two for the socks, three for the tie and four to go, let's rock!). Tsk-tsking is a sign that there are no fresh hankies in supply.

He comes out of the bathroom and asks me what I'm thinking. I tell him the truth with a smile: "Nothing," He smiles back warmly and kisses me goodbye, "Enjoy the day. Don't be too hard on your freshmen! I'll see you tonight." He finally knows what "nothing" truly means. Now that romance has run out of fresh ideas, marriage has become a place of profound acceptance.

I hear the car back out of the garage. I remember how he used to speed away in anger at the end of a date gone awry. There is a certain stupidity to the equation of love plus youth. Threatening to walk away and driving away and speeding away and banging doors add to the drama and intensity of love. I am certain from where I am lying down that he is backing away calmly, careful that there are no children crossing our busy street. Becoming a father has taught him this.

And yet, I yearn for the roar of our younger years. I still want to be surprised by love sometimes. The steady rhythm of our days is filled with a love so quiet it is easy to miss. I know I am being foolish. His back turned to me at night completes my sleep. My quiet husband has taught me stillness.

My thoughts fly to the week before we were married. The thought comes to me quickly and without prodding. It is early evening and I am sitting in my mother's terrace in a blue skirt and a white blouse. This is my favorite skirt as it has tassels with small gold balls. It is silk as well, so it makes me feel very grown-up. In the garden, my fiance is with my nephew. He is identifying an airplane in he sky, something he can do even at night. He is an airline employee and knows flight schedules and patterns by heart. My family is amazed at his knowledge of airplanes. Then and there, I make a fool's bargain. I will not marry him until I see a falling star. He turns to look at me, and I am slightly heady with this sudden decision of mine.

"Rica, come here!" he says.

"Hurry, I have something to show you." I am not at all thrilled by the prospect of seeing Lufthansa Flight 745 on its way to Germany. My imagination is busy conjuring scenarious of betrayal. Phrasing lines, "Ma, I have to cancel the wedding." "It wasn't in the stars."

He lifts his arm towards me pleadingly, and I am not at all gracious when I finally stand. I walk to him slowly, enjoying the secret that I have the last card - that I can still walk away. He smiles at me indulgently and puts his arms around me. He lifts my chin to the sky and says, "The night is filled with falling stars." I see three that night.

I am hungry for such a moment. I do not know what is more grown up -- the knowledge that it is futile to ask for such things or the gratefulness that I no longer ask for such things.

In class today we talk about modes of exposition. My students report about love using different modes. Group one uses cause and effect. The title of their piece is "Love Really? What Effect Do it Have?" I am angered by the slip in subject-verb agreement. The rest of the essay is sullied by this mistake. I tell them their title is a metaphor for the ineffectiveness of their work. Group two uses classification and division. There is love for self, love for family and love for God. Jeesh...

I spend 30 minutes lecturing on the importance of development. How it can be used to twist an old topic. How, as a device, it allows the rader to see more. A student bravely asks me, "Ma'm, how do we know which mode of development to use?" The shadow in me wishes to answer, "Because if you're smart, you just know!" I find myself using my love story to answer this question.

"In the beginning my husband used definition to win me over. He said, 'This is not love, just a compelling need to be with you.' Later on he used comparison and contrast to explore this feeling. 'It's not the same feeling as my feeling for Maria when I was in high school.' The he used cause and effect with great impact. 'When I am not with you I cannot concentrate. But when I am with you all the more I cannot concentrate.'"

And finally, the piece de resistance! He used exposition with a dash of exaggeration! "Be my girlfriend or I shall die." The lecture ends with thunderous applause! Now we understand.

I walk back to my office with a stupid half-smile. Maybe romance lies in remembering. I take comfort in that and am even satisfied to be romanced by memory. The sea of students switching buildings is mesmerizing. I stand still and enjoy the invisible air moving around me. I allow myself a moment of reverence - for what, I do not know. Far away, I see a familiar figure but it is hazy as students cross my vision. It moves closer to me and I see it is my husband. There is both recognition and surpirse. He walks towards me with a bouquet in his hands. The crowd disappears just like in the movies.

"Nine sunflowers for my sun." The silence breaks as I hear the roar of my love.

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On this Ateneo Sesqui Event

sipmag@gmail.com — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 20:08:18 GMT

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Salamat sa tix, Tin! :) Salamat sa nachos. Nyahehe.

OKs yung play.

May type ako sa BlueRep.

Di ko sure kung BlueRep sya or Sibol.

San ko kaya sya sisimulang hanapin? Kung kilala mo ko at may kilala ka sa current roster ng BlueRep, I'm sure kilala mo narin kung sino yung trip ko. Asus. Predictable naman ako sa ganyan eh. Set-up mo kami! Ako bahala sayo. :P

Shucks...

Grr.. Bata nanaman.

Hopefully, mas matanda naman sya sa kapatid ko. Kahit by 1 year lang. :(

One date lang... Waahhh. Galing nya sumayaw.

Naiimagine ko na...

"Igiling-giling... igiling-giling..."

Rawr.

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Uulitin ko lang:

Sakit ng ulo i-date ang Atenista.
Nakakabaliw. Puro kaartehan.
Puro mindgames. Magkamali ka lang ng sabihin,
olats na.
Taenang yan.
Puro kalandian.

Lahat ng nadate kong Atenista, sarap suntukin sa mukha
o kaya hubaran while nakatali ang mga kamay at paa
at itulak sa anthill o kaya
ihulog sa kulungan ng gutom na baboy-ramo.

Pero iba kasi talaga magsalita, kumilos at makinig ang Atenista,
- sabihin nyo nang biased ako, pero iba eh -
kaya kahit nakakairita,
ok narin.
OK narin ang Atenista.

Ahahay.

Hmm.. ano kayang name nya?

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Tell me which free fonts you like and I will tell you ...

sipmag@gmail.com — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 18:53:48 GMT

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My favorite free fonts sa ngayon:

OptimusPrinceps (IMO, better than Trajan Pro. Para silang ~ Whitney Houston:OptimusPrinceps, Barbra Streisand:Trajan Pro -- nyahaha)
Orator Standard
Museo 300, 500
Helvetica
Eurofurence Light
ChunkFive
Acens
Masque
Opal
Prototype
LilyUPC
Bickham Script (IMHO, better than Edwardian)

tingin ko, next week, kasama na itong anim:
Fontin
Oregon
Surface
Calluna
Grandesign Neue Serif Regular
Greyscale Basic

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To the creators of these fonts: Lupet nyo! :)

Grr. Para namang mababasa nila. :)

Naghahanap ako ng broad, quite flat, balanced San Serif font eh. Parang may nakita ako sa isang website before na trip ko, pero hindi ko naman maalala kung san exactly. Grr.

Think walang buntot buntot na Copperplate Gothic Bold.

UPDATE -
Grr... found one kaso hindi bold:
http://www.fonts101.com/xt_fontdetails_az_FID!28859~SansCopperplate_Gothic~font.html

Actually, cute naman ang Copperplate Gothic as is:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Copperplate_Gothic

Hayy font. :P
Parang boink ka lang.

We all have to start somewhere.

sipmag@gmail.com — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 17:42:28 GMT

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such restraint.

hindi pa sya nun nagmimigrate ng vowels sa schwa sound -- one of the distinct qualities of her legendary vocals.

@ 4:18-23 - That's a sustained D4. (joe, tama ba?) -- The same sustained note sa bridge ng I Will Always Love You, kung kinanta nya yun when she's 19, ganyan ang tunog.

Eherm...

sipmag@gmail.com — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 05:53:15 GMT

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Bakit sa dinami-rami ng kinopya natin sa Amerika, wala tayong kahalintulad na Thanksgiving Holiday?

Dahil ba yun sa kawalan natin ng sapat na dahilan, bilang isang bansa, para magpasalamat?

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Whoa @ Danzo's Arm

sipmag@gmail.com — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 18:01:03 GMT

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Haha.

Feeling ko, mabilis matatapos ang battle na ito.

What's the point in collecting dozens of Sharingans and implanting them on your non-Uchiha arm. Haha. It's like being given all of Sasori's puppets without having his puppet-master skills.

Pweh @ Danzo. Kadiri. Nang-aagaw ng kapangyarihan ng iba.

Between Danzo and Orochimaru, mas mas respeto pa ko kay Orochimaru.

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The Greatest Voice of All Pays Tribute to The Greatest Entertainer of All Time

sipmag@gmail.com — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 06:38:01 GMT

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"When someone gives five full decades of his life to entertaining you, you must... give him applause."
- The Legendary Whitney Houston on the Legendary Michael Jackson

Hahaha! Character Assasination

sipmag@gmail.com — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 14:30:36 GMT

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AtSCA (Ateneo Student Catholic Action) Caroling / Reunion part 2

Nung una ok pa eh... sa pad nina Lai

Talking to current AtSCAns (by the door)

na humantong sa ganito:

Kwento?

after magcaroling yung mga bata for the alumni ... lumipat sa condo ni Malds sa Prince David Katips, para free mag-ingay while toma. Dahil puro mga mahadera ang mga kapitbahay nina Deej.

nagkatuwaan:

Halos mapilas ang mukha ni Tin sa kakatawa. Haha.

maya maya:

to Tin's horror...

Tin lecturing me on how to conduct oneself with grace and dignity when wasted.

Hanggang nag-umaga na sa Mr. Kebab QC...

Maraming salamat sa Sobriety. Grr.

I actually want her to burn it...

sipmag@gmail.com — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 17:10:40 GMT

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circa 2003

2009

but on second thought...

OK.

TAENA.

Bahay at lupa na yan...

Grrrr....

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AtSCA Reunion / Caroling :)

sipmag@gmail.com — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 15:08:36 GMT

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It was nice seeing you guys again. Haha. :)

Sa susunod ulit. Andami pang issues na hindi ko nakalkal. :P Nyahaha!

Sorry sa di inaasahang pagsusuka. :(

Kakatwa ang tummy ko dyan. Shucks. Aging.

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Contest Piece :)

sipmag@gmail.com — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 06:55:11 GMT

Westlife Wisdom

sipmag@gmail.com — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 05:50:26 GMT

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I should have seen it coming.
I should have read the signs.

Anyway, (anywaaaayyyy)

I guess it's over.

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Hayy, Mamac!

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggghhh!!!

Fool again?!

Pucha, sayang sa oras at pera.

Darn. Darn. Darn.

'That's right, cut mo na. Block mo lahat! Gaguhan na 'to.'

It's rather interesting na everytime I try to settle down, fate does something to remind me that I should be playing nalang. Seriously. I guess some guys talaga are just destined to be always single and ready to mingle. I guess I'm one of those guys.

Fate, ang cool mo.

Let's keep playing, shall we? :)

I don't think I've ever sent a more mushy text message.

sipmag@gmail.com — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 08:37:47 GMT

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I'd lyk to thnk m smart. Pero being single for so l0ng, I'm not a master at r0mance. Despite that, N___, i kn0w na gustong gusto kita. I just d0nt kn0w kung pano ko mapapakita sayo un. S0metimes i get depresd wen I thnk abt h0w we'd fit each other's lives. Sana gusto mo rin ako. :-(

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Whew.