site in progress

please check out my new multiply site

http://akingakda.multiply.com/

vintage

guys, lookie what i found

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dis en dat

pondering
Ever since good friend Ella did multiply selling, I've thought about doing the same. I wanna sell PHR books. But then I thought I might be encroaching on my publisher's territory. They have their own site as you know and well they may be thinking of putting up their own online store there. I dunno, I guess. And so I put the plan on hold. But then, I dropped by their message board one time and saw how readers from outside Manila have been complaining about not getting their pocketbook fix on time. It made me think about doing the multiply thing again…

Incidentally, I ordered this from Ella's site. Cute no?
They're summer bangles btw, in case your wondering



I also got this (for free! Thanks again Ella!) from there. I love it much.




more TV talk and one movie
- I'm not exactly a fan of AI but I do watch it from time to time. This season, I'm rooting for Ramiele (spell?) simply because she's Pinay. Siyempre proud to Filipino. Anyhoo, last night I saw the final twelve perform and I can't help but think that she's like Jasmine Trias. There's no variety in her music. And I agree with the judges, it was a pretty boring performance. I won't be surprised if she gets booted off the show. Edit to add: I like her better than Jasmine though because she was quick to claim that she's Pinay. Unlike J who was all Hawa-i from the get go.

- I'm still pissed at Sky. No BTV means no PBL. And that sucks, big time! I'm aching to see how the Tigers are doing pa naman. ARrrgh!

- One film I can't wait to watch is Pixar's Wall-E.


'nuff said


on a serious note
I recently learned that fellow writer Hannah's mom passed on.
And more recently, former officemate Ba-Joy's dad too.
I know how tough it is to lose a parent.
My condolences to the both of you.

hahahahaha

tingnan n'yo tong nakita ko sa you tube
grabe ayos sa trip!
nakakatawa, nakakaaliw!

this just in

mga kapatid! sa wakas gawa na ang website ng PHR

check it out! LINK

the evolution of dance

i saw this on the news earlier. sobrang aliw. nakakatawa talaga.
i think i love this guy judson. he knows how to laugh at himself.
sana lahat ng tao tulad n'ya. sana ako din tulad n'ya

here's his site: http://lifeischange.com/

mainit pa sa hot pandesal

makikita ninyo sa blogsite na ito ang mga bagong labas na libro ng precious :)

new release

Makikita ninyo dito ang listahan ng mga bagong labas ng libro ng PHR para sa linggong kasalukuyan.

watdat?

Of course you know Francis Reyes aka Francis Brew of THE DAWN, right? Well, I stumbled across his blogsite. Wanna see? Click THIS

friendster-ing v.2

Ang ganda ng umaga ko!

May announcement sa email ko galing sa friendster, ang sabi, may nag-testi daw sa akin. "Wow! My very first testi! Weeeh!" sabi ko sa sarili ko. Siyempre, sugod kaagad ako sa friendster...

Here's what it says:
Hi, Ms. Almira Jose..... I really like you talaga as a writer... I know you have a romantic heart kaya nga lagi akong knikilig sa mga sinusulat mo. Ikaw ang pinakapaborito kong writer sa PHR, ikaw ang gagayahin ko pag nagtapos ako... ikaw ang inpirasyon ko! Always take care na lang....

Kahit na ayaw pang mag-register sa profile ko nung testi maski na-approve ko na siya ay masaya pa din ako. Sa wakas, may testi na ako! weeh ulit! Maraming salamat, Jennelyn :)

Tungkol pa din sa paksa, narito ang ilang PHR writers na may friendster accounts

me - almirajose@gmail.com
camilla - camilla.dear@gmail.com
breanna de leon - pillows_14@yahoo.com
jasmine esperanza - jasmine_esperanza@yahoo.com
martha cecilia - dearestmartha@yahoo.com
sonia francesca - soniafrancesca101@yahoo.com
vanessa - vanessa_manunulat@yahoo.com

by a recently found long lost friend

Beed of Rouses
Rowena Rose M. Lee

My roommate, my adamant I-will-remain-a-virgin-until-I-got-married roommate apologized to me for a minor fault, and said as a way of explanation, "Na-libog ako eh." Ahhhhh, her horniness got in the way of rational thinking. What joy! What utter joy!

Only here in Mindanao do I hear these things. I do not know if this is a case of my Manila-born idiocy bubbling out or I just plain don't get it. Someone tells me, 'Uy, taas na yung buhok mo." And I smooth down the top of my head thinking that I must look like a troll with my hair up high.

I keep telling the people I talk to here that I am not Jude, or Lagi or Gani or Gilok, but that doesn't stop them from calling me that anyway. I'm beginning to think that perhaps these appellations are part of a ritual name calling. You know, Japanese style of name calling like Koji-san or Sakura-san. In my case, its Weng-Jude. I know that the Filipino term 'Lagi' means always. But what is a Gani or Gilok. Is it alive? Is it a mammal? Is it an alien from the deepest reaches of planetary existence? And why the heck am I being associated with it?

Often too, people here seem to mistake me for some other Chinese person. Sometimes they tell me, (especially when I do something nice for them, "Si Weng Uy", and I tell them that I am not Weng Uy, but Weng Lee. I swear to myself that one day, one friggin' day, I will get to meet this Weng Uy, and set the world right.

Okay, okay, so I may be exaggerating things to a hilt. But it just seems more like a language shock rather than a culture shock to hear all this things from someone else's lips.

I confine the term culture shock to little innocuous things that many Mindanaoans take for granted. For the life of me, I have never seen cows and carabaos and horses and goats and pigs co-mingling freely with people. I have never seen mosquitoes the size of butterflies before "... na baby pa lang yun." I have never heard people speaking like a flock of mayas taking group baths. Oh, by the way, people correct me here when I call the mayas just that. They are langgam pari, they tell me - and a whole new debate issue arises.

Now I know why the dorm security guard and the house parent of the dorm looked mighty surprised when I complained that "Maraming langgam sa kuwarto ko."

"Paano makakapasok yung langgam, may screen naman?" They asked me.

I was like, "Duh? Kasya kaya sila sa butas ng screen? Heller?"

They went into my room and looked at the ceiling. I pointed them to my walls and my tables and my floors. They laughed and they laughed. "Ah, amigas!" They said.

Good Lord! What have I gotten into? The dorm security guard and the house parent had ant friends they call "amigas?" In my part of sanity, my mother would introduce a close female friend as, "Eto ang amiga kong si ..." I tried to hide the fact that in one corner of my dorm room, I had swept about a hundred of their friend's carcasses unceremoniously.

There is too, the husband and wife tandem Boogie and Prunset. I seem to be always riding with them on the public utility jeepneys. The 'konduktor' or jeepney conductor would slam the vehicle's sides and thump on the roof while yelling for Boogie. "Si Boogie, si Boogie ..." they yelled and I wanted to yell on my own, "Putragis! Hoy, Boogie, bumaba ka na kasi... Galit na nga sila sa iyo, ayaw mo pang bumaba!"

But wallowing in this soup of confusion, I find that all is not lost for me. I am happy to report that I finally met Prunset. She is an elderly lady that smells like a fish vendor from Mintal wet market. When she hails the jeep, everyone just yells, "Nay Prunset! Nanay Prunset!" I almost jumped for joy. Finally, I have a face to go with the name. Nanay Prunset must be one very popular lady, though. Even when I don't see her on the jeep, people still call out her name. One time, this 'conductor' tells me, "Miss Prunset!" And I'm thinking, he must've mistaken me for Nanay Prunset's daughter.

Really, this article is stretching for any form of reason. It's very difficult actually to concentrate on finding the differences in language. I am honestly, not very well versed in speaking or in the nuances of the English language. But when I go ride on the jeep down the length of Mintal Street and I see a side car with a tail sign that says, "Beed of Rouses" and stall signs that announce, "For Sale Honey Bee," I desperately searched my brain, not for reason, but for some semblance of sanity.

defending our ideals

Ragazza's post as I understood it.
(published with consent)

I want to flee the hands of those who have enslaved me, to secretly escape and to find a life rich with love and happiness, but inexorably my dreams blew with the wind, deserting me. It is very difficult to find an opening that will lead me towards you and to a new life.

By now he has done all he could... Alone he lay in his cell, breathing in that sickening stench. And somehow I find myself tethered to him with cords just as sickening. Through a small window I can see the light of day. It illuminates my face. I try to go near it, to breathe pure air but the cords rubbing my skin deters me. Harder still I try until my skin breaks. Amidst the burning pain, I am overwhelmed with hatred;
hatred so compelling I gnash my teeth with great force.

Such nightmare. I ask myself: what's the point of life if I can't live it? Wouldn't it be better to put an end to everything so I could forget the suffering? Why go on hoping
that the days and nights will pass calmly by? Oh the unjustness of it! I am condemned by a crime that I have not committed, a crime that I must pay with my own life.

I hear a voice inside my head answer. "A lot of people live a life of Calvary. The secret is in not giving in. Others lose hope, but others live with the wisdom that the world will change for the better. They hold on to this thought till the end..."

And so I ask myself further: what then should I do? Should I continue defending my ideals of love and happiness or do I allow death to conquer me? I thought about this for days even though I already knew I would be executed soon and my death would be without dignity.

I thought and thought until it was too late for thoughts. He was near. He was covered in dark fabric. Death. He opened my cell door, cut my cords loose and carried me towards the liberation of my life...

Translation made possible by freetranslation.com

picture this

Tatlong araw akong hindi nakapag-online kasi nasira yung modem ko. Actually, hindi naman talaga nasira. Stupid me, mali pala yung com port na pinagsaksakan ko ng plug. Kanina ko lang napansin kung kailan dapat dadalhin na namin sa technician yung PC!

Heniweyz, dahil tigang ako sa net, syempre sabik akong mag-surf. That's what I did late this morning and most the evening. I blog-hopped like crazy.

Ngayon lang ulit ako nakabalik sa blogsite ni "J" and I saw this flikr thingamajig sa sidebar nya. Cutie! I said to myself...to cut a long story short, lookie my side bar na lang.

hp ni b

natapos ka na din sa wakas ang homepage ni bubba.sus! ang dali dali lang naman pala kapag frontpage ang ginamit.kandahirap pa ako sa page builder ng yahoo. ngayon ang kina-career (fave term ni emma!) ko naman ay ang homepage ni emma. hindi pa sya tapos. kulang pa sa input galing sa may-ari pero may layout na

dogster

So there I was blog hopping and going about my merry way when I came accross this QT site. You see I'm a fan of friendster myself so I was mighty pleased to learn that there's such a thing as dogster. For those of you who don't know me, I'm crazy about my dog Bubba. Now she can build her own pup network too!

mga kauri ko

'eto na naman ako...pumapatay muli ng oras...hindi ako makatulog kahit wala namang lamok...ay! correction kanina pala meron kaya lang na-empacho na yata kasi M.I.A. na siya ngayon...

shucks! gusto ko nang matulog!...(yawn)...ewan ko ba...siguro dahil maalinsangan ang panahon...hiling ko'y sana bumuhos na ang nagbabadyang ulan...ilang araw na 'yang init na 'yan...hindi na siya nakakatuwa...ang init init init...sobra...'yan ang hirap sa walang air-con eh...sana may mag-regalo sa akin ng air-con sa pasko (har har)...ah basta...pasakit talaga ang weather...

nga pala...dahil mailap si antok...naisip kong mag-surf na lang ng mga kauri ko sa internet...read: mga katulad ko ding manunulat ng tagalog romance

wrong move....lalo lang nawala si antok nang mabasa ko ang blogs ng ibang kontratista dyan sa tabi-tabi...imbes na tumulong para maiangat ang imahe ng industriya ng T.R. ay hinihila pa nila iyon pababa...kahit papaano ay may naiaambag din naman ang ganitong uri ng babasahin, ah?!

me <-- indignant!

at the very least, binubuhay nila ang interes ng mamayang flip na magbasa

ok... nuff na... i don't wanna delve into this dahil matagal pa ang umaga... sayang

click n'yo na lang ang mga links na'to... silang 3 lang ang mga kauri ko na "nahalikwat" ko sa aking pagsi-surf... kung mayroon pa kayong alam just comment away...josephine mina, jasmine, martha cecilia