because i'd rather post a funny email than try to explain mad passionate love ...


Once upon a time in the kingdom of Heaven, God was missing for six days. Eventually, Michael the Archangel found him, resting on the seventh day. He inquired of God, "Where have you been?" God sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction and proudly pointed downwards through the clouds, "Look, Michael. Look what I've made." Archangel Michael looked puzzled and said, "What is it?". "It's a planet," replied God, "and I've put Life on it. I'm going to
call it Earth and it's going to be a great place of balance." "Balance?" inquired Michael, still confused. God explained, pointing to different parts of earth. "For example, northern Europe will be a place of great opportunity and wealth, but
cold and harsh while southern Europe is going to be poor but sunny and pleasant. I have made some lands abundant in water and other lands parched deserts. This one will be extremely hot, while this one will be very cold and covered in ice."

The Archangel, impressed by God's work, then pointed to a group of islands and said, "What are those?" "Ah," said God. "That's the Philippines, the most glorious place on earth. There are beautiful beaches, rivers, mountains and forests. The people from the Philippines are going to be handsome, modest, intelligent and humorous and they are going to be found traveling the world. They will be extremely sociable, hardworking and high achieving, and they will be
known throughout the world as carriers of peace and love." Michael gasped in wonder and admiration but then proclaimed, "What about balance, God? You said there would be balance." God replied wisely, "Wait until you see the idiots I put in the government."

stupid

sometimes you just wish you can take back SMS you sent without really thinking. sometimes you wish that you had just ignored that heady intoxication you got from being with someone almost every single day. sometimes you wish you could just settle for the one who could give you everything you want, and more.

* * *

vanessa, who probably ran out of good advice, just sang a couple of lines to me:

He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why

* * *

the martian has probably the biggest fan club: vanessa and rey love him. rosan puts in a good word about him every single day. my students ask about him all the time (not to mention say him and make small talk with him when he drops by the office). my cousins, who totally snubbed trills when i brought him over, felt that their US vacation was ruined when they overheard from my mom that mars and i had broken up. my favorite grand-aunt shells out money for boxes and boxes of pizza when we drop by her house. even people who read this have been asking when we'd get back together.

i don't know. last night i thought long and hard. he's as dependable as an mmda hiding along that illegal u-turn without a sign. i know exactly when he'd text (6:45 a.m. to tell me to be careful on my way to work, 4:45 p.m. to tell me to be careful going to UP, 10:00 p.m. to tell me to either study or get some rest). i know exactly where he is (tuesday basketball at valle verde, friday bowling, saturdays with my bro and their other friends) and how he feels about me (he'd just propose, he claimed, saying that fine, i may not be his gf right now but he knows what he wants and what he wants happens to be me). i know that although i've been a bitch and have been evil and can be totally unbearable he'd still love me. i know that all i have to do is text him and he'd come running. i know that he knows exactly what i want for saturday lunch (kfc, 2-pc. chicken, rice, coleslaw, rootbeer, if you must know). he knows that awful weekdays can be cured with friday's cajun chicken fingers, a bag of gummy worms, and rocky road ice cream.

so why not?

because i'm stupid. because i crave for things i cannot have. because i want good conversation above anything else. because the weekly dozen roses lose their charm after a month. because grammar -- even via SMS -- counts. because ...


ANYTHING LESS THAN MAD PASSIONATE LOVE IS A WASTE OF MY TIME.

turning sappy

I'll be all right
As long as it matters
As long as you're here with me now
-gin blossoms

* * *

public service announcement

classes in UP have been cancelled.

no law school. no evidence. no waiting until the teacher decides to show up. no pretending to like the subject. no speed reading cases you should have read weeks ago but was too enthralled in csi to do so.

it's all good, i tell you.

* * *

scary

bb, in one of those rare instances when we get along, had a chat with me while munching on the ube piyaya that the martian brought back from iligan.

bb: kawawa si jackie no?
me: oo nga eh. i wanted to give blood.
bb: ha? eh kaoopera mo pa lang.
me: oo nga. di pwede daw. si mars na lang.
bb: si mars? grabe.
me: bakit grabe?
bb: imagine mo, ganoon ka niyan kamahal.
me: huh?
bb: nagbigay siya nang dugo, not even for you, but for a former student at that. ganoon. sobra yun.

that got me thinking. apparently, he's not only willing to buy stuff i crave, put up with my awful temper, and go to the parlor with me. he's also into giving his blood - blood!!!! - to a student's grandmother.

wow.

but of course bb had the last word, "pero make it clear ha, friends lang. friends lang. friends lang. boto ako sa kanya pero friends lang. iba gusto ko maging asawa mo."

ah ok. talk about your boss taking care of your personal life too.

why do i have to work?

while the rest of the metro manila population, and definitely the makati people, are resting in bed, celebrating their extended weekend, i on the other hand am at work. was very very hopeful last night when messages came pouring in about classes being cancelled, moreso when the official cancellation of classes came in. woke up early, logged on, and started chatting with my mom while trying to watch television and listen to a cd at the same time.

boss had to ruin it though by sending the official announcement: classes are cancelled but staff and faculty have to work.

darn. i bet we're the only school in the entire universe that makes its faculty and staff go to work even if classes have been cancelled already. i don't get it. do we have super powers that'll make us immune from whatever prevents students from going to class? take for example floods. kids are sent home at lunch cause the roads are flooded. so they go home in their f150s and troopers while we stay in school hoping against all hope that there are cabs willing to ferry us home.

i don't get it at all.

* * *

it doesn't help that i have a very bad case of tamaditis, coupled with a very weary me. it's monday and i'm tired already.

* * *

i think i have to stress this one more time.

jayvee --

the privilege of knowing where my blog is does not extend to informing certain people about it. to my knowledge, i informed three people of the previous blog and yet a certain undesirable someone who i know you are friends with came to know of it, causing way more trouble than necessary. it was good that i tranferred the blog already.

i will appreciate it if you keep this one a secret.

a spoon is not a scary weapon but painful.

* * *

on to happier stuff.

i got a bag of goodies from the martian when he came back from iligan. who would have thought that mango yema could taste so good? yummy yummy yummy.

* * *

got rejected to give blood again. this time it's cause of the operation.

poor martian, who just volunteered to drive me to the hospital, gave blood instead.

by the time we got home, he was woozy. dunno if it was from the loss of blood or from the fact that i drove his car, without a license, like a maniac just to make it home in time for csi.

the hell i care

makati might be a warzone right now but i don't care.

the rebels may have a five p.m. deadline but i don't care.

they could very well blow up glorietta and greenbelt for all i care.

cause i've got it good. and it's all good.