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Wednesday, November 30, 2005


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 jeepney

I enjoyed the view...

There were rivers,

The Ambuklao Dam,

lotsa mountains,

and just some of them rice terraces.

After about 2 hours of the roughest, dustiest roads (we looked like we had loose powder on our faces and our backpacks had turned to brown),

we reached the DENR office where we were required to register.

and watch a 15-minute video

on leaving no traces

We were also briefed on the history of Pulag, ongoing projects to sustain it, what to expect during the climb, do's and dont's, etc. After all that, we got back on our jeepney for another 2-hour ride, which was even bumpier.

We arrived at the ranger station, where we met with Lino, our guide.

Then we started our trek to Mt. Pulag. The mountain is divided in three parts. During the first part of the trek, you'll come across the pine forest, then the mossy forest and lastly, the grasslands (which I'll show pictures of later).

I don't know if this moss is really white or it turned white because of the cold.

Me and my friend, Aina, stopping to rest.

My mountaineer friend, Jun and our guide for the climb, Lino.

We finally reached Camp 1 and I was already soooo tired mainly because the backpack I brought with me was the biggest and heaviest I've ever had to bring to any climb. And maybe because I'm so out of shape.

It started to get cold after Camp 1 and so I wore my fleece jacket.

A couple more hours later and we finally reached Camp 2, where we will be spending the night.

So we pitched our tents,

and dropped our jaws at the always beautiful sunset

and did I mention that I owned the cutest gloves, ever?

It was soooo sooo cold! And I think that's still an understatement! I had on a pair of dri-fit leggings, warmers, trek pants, 2 pairs of my thickest socks, a shirt, a fleece jacket, a rain jacket, a pair of gloves, a bonnet, plus the hood of my jacket and I was still freezing. Smoke/fog would actually come out of my mouth as I talk. Moving around was very difficult and right after dinner, I confined myself inside the tent and fell asleep. But I didn't sleep very well, and neither did Aina and Gea, who I was sharing the tent with. We kept on moaning and shivering and I found myself waking up and sitting up a few times during the night just to feel my legs, to make sure they didn't suffer from frostbite (haha! paranoid!).

We woke up at around 3:30am and prepared for the assault to the summit. And yes, it still felt like I was trapped inside an icebox!

I kind of look like an exterminator, don't you think? Hehe!

Headlamps or flashlights were very much a must-have during the assault to the summit as it was still very, very dark. It was raining and we reached the summit 1.5hrs later. I was a little disappointed because we didn't see the sunrise. The sun was hiding behind the clouds plus the fog was really thick. But I did catch the sun, eventually.

It was only during the descent that we got to see and appreciate the scenery we passed going to the summit.

Mt. Pulag's grasslands

When we reached the campsite, we posed for some pictures.

When we got back to the ranger station, I was sooo relieved to change into dry clothes and my super comfy sandals

And I just passed out inside the jeepney.

Conquering Mt. Pulag was a truly wonderful experience. I'm so happy I did it! I finally did it!

Have a great week, everyone :)

Bunny @ Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

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 videos of "Hung Up" and "Flash Dance" and I promise! They're hilarious! I'm not sure if they're all gay but they're all from California and 2 of the guys from the group are Filipinos! It's really funny! Again, I insist you visit

Mischievious Boys!

Bunny @ Tuesday, November 29, 2005


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.

Bunny @ Tuesday, November 29, 2005


Zero 7

I lie awake
I've gone to ground
I'm watching porn
In my hotel dressing gown
Now I dream of you
But I still believe
There's only enough for one in this
Lonely hotel suite

The journey's long
And it feels so bad
I'm thinking back to the last day we had
Old moon fades into the new
Soon I know I'll be back with you
I'm nearly with you
I'm nearly with you

When I'm weak I draw strength from you
And when you're lost I know how to change your mood
And when I'm down you breathe life over me
Even though we're miles apart we are each other's destiny

On a clear day
I'll fly home to you
I'm bending time getting back to you
Old moon fades into the new
Soon I know I'll be back with you
I'm nearly with you
I'm nearly with you

When I'm weak I draw strength from you
And when you're lost I know how to change your mood
And when I'm down you breathe life over me
Even though we're miles apart we are each other's destiny

When I'm weak I draw strength from you
And when you're lost I know how to change your mood
And when I'm down you breathe life over me
Even though we're miles apart we are each other's destiny

I'll fly, I'll fly home
I'll fly home and I'll fly home

Bunny @ Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Wednesday, November 23, 2005


I'm sure you've these signs all over the metro

If a person gets hit by a car in a no pedestrian street, will the driver still be charged with reckless driving?

Just curious.

Bunny @ Wednesday, November 23, 2005

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 not expensive!!!

Bunny @ Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

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 very dear friend) that right after I left, these 2 guys started talking about me and judging me. They were jumping to conclusions, thinking they were right when they didn't even know what the real story was. They didn't know what was really going on with me. The host of the party got so irritated with them that she confronted the two guys and made them leave.

I felt really hurt because I trusted these 2 guys with really big secrets and I respected their opinions and for them to just assume those things about me without even confronting me themselves is just simply beyond me.

I mean, we all have our quirks and whats amazing about friends is that they accept that. Friends think that its your eccentricities that make you so special. And when you're being stubborn and hard-headed, like even when you know its wrong and your friends have done everything to talk some sense into you, but you still go ahead and do the wrong thing, friends don't necessarily need to support you but they stand by you, making sure they're there to pick you up just in case you tumble down.

Friends don't judge. They respect you, the people you love, your choices (right or wrong), the roads you choose to take, etc.

So when 2 of my so-called friends stab me at the back instead of doing it in front, I walk away from them, knowing that I still have a lot of friends who are true and that eventually, I'll gain more friends along the way.

Screw them.

Bunny @ Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Monday, November 21, 2005

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 Hornby

Sigh. 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.... :(

Bunny @ Monday, November 21, 2005

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Forgive me for the profanity but, FUCK!


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 will take the new helper to the market with me this weekend.

To which she goes, "Bakit wala na daw sila kinakain sa bahay?"

EXCUSE ME? Walang kinakain na ano? What do you call last night's dinner which I made (it was mechado)? What do you call all the stuff inside the refrigerator? And all the canned goods? Maybe the person she spoke to was referring to junk food because yes, we did run out of junk food.

And she threatens me by saying that she will refuse to send money if I don't get my act together. (Eh di wag! As if I use her money! Ako ba maaapektuhan?)

And did I tell you that she repeatedly called me irresponsible?

Putangina talaga.

Naiiyak na ako sa sobrang galit. But I'm at work so I shall hold it.

I am sooooooo effin' close to moving out again.(Time to get a copy of Buy and Sell!)


Doing something so utterly stupid that it will rock her world and give justice to calling me


Mental Note #1: Tell people in my office that if my mom calls, I'm not here. Reject all long distance calls from my cellphone. Simply refuse to talk to her if she calls the house.

Mental Note #2: Seriously consider working with Ate Tin in Bangkok.

Mental Note #3: Don't talk to Mama.

Mental Note #4: Don't talk to Mama.

Mental Note #5: Don't talk to Mama.

Okay, that's enough.

Bunny @ Thursday, November 17, 2005

Tuesday, November 15, 2005


I 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?"
*Mikee looking confused*

Me: Chet is Tita Bunny's other name. You can also call me that if you want.
*Ate tin laughing*
Mikee: Okay. Tita Chet, you'll take me with you to watch Harry Potter, right?
Me: Yes, yes. Tita Chet will take you to watch Harry Potter.


Bunny @ Tuesday, November 15, 2005


by Gabrielle

We've come too far we can't turn back
Have our good days, have our bad
When I'm feeling blue
You say that I'm hurting you
We try so hard not to fight
But sometimes we cross the line

And I wanna leave
But you
Won't let me
We have our highs and lows
Just like everybody else
Doesn't mean that we walk away
We work through our mistakes

Sometimes I love you
Sometimes I don't
But I never ever
Never want to let you go
The road's not easy
But the feeling's strong

It's the little things that keep me holding on

We're both guilty of mistakes
Though you rarely take the blame
Are you coming through
I hate you
But it's not mistakes in life you make
It's the good you do along the way
The dues you pay

We have our highs and lows
Something everybody knows
Doesn't mean that we run away
We work through our mistakes


Of all the crazy things in life there's pain
It's you and me
We've come so far sometimes I can't believe
That I wouldn't change a thing

Bunny @ Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Monday, November 14, 2005

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 birthday (I'm close to her mom) and the whole gang was there. There was a pianist and I sang "Une Note Samba" and "Wave" infront of everyone. A friend of the celebrant said I look like Toni Gonzaga. Hahaha! Don't really see the resemblance.

Sunday lunch was spent in Cubao with our sister and our 3-week-old nephew who is gaining weight! Then we went to Eastwood City, where I also met up with Charo and Jovan who just got back from the U.S. I really loved the bubuyog shades you gave me (I swear I've been looking for these kind of shades for a long time but couldn't find a pair that actually looks good on me)!

It was complete because I spent it with sooo many people who I care so much about. And apart from a bothering dream I had Saturday night and a few other things I don't want to dwell on right now, all is well with moi :)

It's been 3 months since my last climb and that is why I'm sooo looking forward to finally finally finally conquering the country's 2nd highest mountain in 2 weeks. I am leaving for Baguio on the night of the 25th and climbing Mt. Pulag with I think a dozen other people the next day. I'm absolutely excited!

I just finished a grueling day at work. My Big Boss's wife observed me and my team from 9am-1pm and I was honestly nervous about the whole thing because she looks really mataray. I think she's observing because she wants to know how the business works. She had a million questions about every single thing which thankfully, I was able to answer. She also hopped from desk to desk and asked people in my team about what they do and how they go about things. And everyone was just fabulous! She thanked me and said that she learned a lot from me today and that she will come back if she thinks of any more questions. Whew! So...happy happy joy joy!

I'm hoping for a good week! Hope everyone's turn out great too! :)

Bunny @ Monday, November 14, 2005

Tuesday, November 08, 2005


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, closed my eyes and without even thinking, said, " Bring me true love."

I opened my eyes, a tad surprised at what had come out of my mouth, looked in the mirror and said, " you're such a sucker!".

Make a wish...

Bunny @ Tuesday, November 08, 2005



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 available in Rustan's.

Roli's Napoleones
This is probably my top 1 favorite Filipino dessert. Napoleones are sugar-glazed pastries with a custard-like filling in the middle. They originate from Bacolod and you'll hardly find any in Manila. Bacolod Chicken Inasal sometimes has some, but sometimes they don't. So you can imagine my glee, when I saw a Roli's Napoleones stall in Megamall last weekend. Bought a box of 6, ate 2 and gave the rest to my sisters. And now, Francine wants more! Haha!

Pretty much how Napoleones looks like. (Picture borrowed from Dindin)


The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time
Even if I'm not done reading this book yet, I can already tell you that it is such a must read. I haven't read a book this fun and sad and page-turning since...Da Vinci Code! It's kind of like Catcher in the Rye (which I plan on reading again soon). The main character, Christopher, a 15-year-old autistic is just soooo amusing. I promise, you're going to love this book and want everyone you know to read it.


Located in Karavin Plaza, Pasong Tamo Extension, Makati. The first time I ate in this Italian restaurant was last May with my friend Tin. I frequent the Starbucks beside it and one day while having coffee, my friend and I got curious so we went in and ordered. And we were hooked. So far, everything we've tried is really good. Try the three pasta dish (kind of like a sampler) if its your first time there. And after dessert, order their gelato! Or if you're on a romantic date, check out their wine list which is pretty extensive. Price isn't cheap but its not overly expensive either.

Another place which I have yet to try is Segundo Piso which is just behind Cantinetta. Heard from a friend that it's also as good! Will make a mental note to try it soon and will keep you posted.


These are my current favorites:

Cannonnball by Damien Rice
Collide by Howie Day
Hung Up by Madonna
Blitzkreig Bop by The Ramones
I wanna be Sedated by The Ramones
Caught in the Sun by Course of Nature
Connection by Elastica
Take me out by Franz Ferdinand
What you meant by Franz Ferdinand
We might as well be strangers by Keane
If you could only see by Tonic
Tangerine Speedo by Caviar
Too Darn Hot by Ella Fitzgerald
Shimmer by Fuel

That's all thats coming to mind right now...

WHAT I'M SICK OF: (In random order)

1. Peasant skirts (I've been doing most of my shopping in ukay-ukays because if I go to malls or tiangges, all I see are peasant skirts and peasant tops and I just want to puke!)
2. Those long multi-colored, necklaces.
3. Pinoy Big Brother.
4. The Pinoy Big Brother theme song that was ripped off by Orange and Lemons from The Care.(why are people still supporting orange and lemons after they plagiarized the Care's song, "Chandelier"? Does the Filipino music industry have sanctions for these kind of people?)
5. Bonnie Bailey's "Ever After". (All the stations are playing it. Wasn't this sooo 2 years ago?)
6. Driving. (I swear, if I earned more, I'd get a driver!)
7. Bench Body billboards with Kris Aquino on them. It's just not nice to look at.

One thing I'm excited about is Starbucks' Christmas drinks! The toffee nut latte is back!!! Yahoo! :)

Bunny @ Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Monday, November 07, 2005

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 path I should take, men (Oh God, when I was younger, she was trying to set me up with a family friend's son who was my type),etc. And those are just a few of our irreconcilable differences.

So that's why in some ways, I don't want to become like her because we're just not alike. But recently, I've been unwillingly discovering that I am slowly, without my knowing it or doing it deliberately, becoming a little bit of her.

It would be impossible to count how many times we've argued over the years. In fact, when I get annoyed at her, I usually just say, "Mama, naiinis na ako, baba ko na muna phone." and then I hang up. And I would regain my cool and call her again.

But despite our differences, I look up to her. She's a strong woman who has sacrificed being with her children just so she can give them a good life. She's so amazingly strong that I wouldn't mind becoming half the woman that she is. And the thing is, I think I am slowly becoming her. To start off, my mom and I are both very stubborn which I think is the main reason why we always clash. stubborn mother+ stubborn daughter+ different views = chaos. Another mommy trait that I am slowly acquiring is her thriftiness. I know my sisters can attest to this. Since I handle the finances at home and submit an expense report to my mom at the same time (reports na nga sa office, reports pa rin sa bahay), I've learned to budget everything, to prioritize what is needed and what is not, and I've learned to distinguish what is expensive and what is reasonable.

All these responsibilities stress me out sometimes because I never get to talk to my mom about personal stuff. Not that I have a lot to share but sometimes, I would just want her to call me to simply ask me how I am or what I'm up to. For once, I'd like her to call me without asking me if I've done what she needs me to do. For once, I'd like to have a conversation with her sans the nagging and the sermons. Kwentuhan lang. I don't mind the responsibility. Really, I don't. It's just hard because I often feel like she doesn't really appreciate the things I do for her. Like when I scrimp on groceries to save more money or when I used to get upset at my formerly pregnant sister for cooking more than what is necessary. I become her sounding board whenever she complains about how hard it is to earn money and here I am actually trying to help even when my sisters get frequently annoyed at me for being so darn stingy.

I also pay for gas even when it is spent bringing my sisters to far-away places in the city, or picking them up from a gimmick with their friends or visiting our nephew all the way in Cubao. And its truly burning a rather large hole in my pocket, I tell you (I drive an automatic van with a 2.0 engine. Goodluck to me!). If you look at my credit card statements, its all gas, gas, gas. And I'll whine to myself but won't complain to her or ask her to pay for it because well, its my contribution to the family expenses.

So I take a deep breath and suck it all in.

My sisters and I had dinner in Dampa Friday night and I was haggling with a vendor when I noticed my sisters move away from me, looking embarassed. I smirked and thats when I realized that they were indeed embarassed. I knew this because I used to do the exact same thing when my mom would unreasonably haggle with a vendor.

While waiting for our food to be served, they mentioned that I looked a lot like our mom and that I was starting to remind them of her because while crossing the street, I would stay on the side where traffic was coming from to sort of shield them and I would hold their arm in the process. No wonder Francine was like, "Achi! Sanay ako tumawid ng edsa noh, dito pa kaya!"

And yesterday, I found out that my youngest sister, Sunshine has been trying on some of my bridesmaid gowns which of course infuriated me. But then I remembered that when I was small, I would give my mom the same chagrin by trying on her heels and messing up her shoe closet.

Am I getting my karma or what?

Anyway, I know all this comes with being the eldest in the family. I mean, since I was a kid, whenever my parents go out of town or leave the country, they always entrust my sisters to me. In fact, I can still hear my mom's voice in my head saying, "You're the second mommy." It's just harder now because before, I knew they would be back and that they wouldn't be gone for too long. But now, Papa's gone and my mom now lives in the U.S. and only comes home once every year.

I feel like I'm the eldest 26-year-old around. I remember having coffee with my friend Gibs, a month ago and I was telling him about what I've been busy with and he started laughing. When I asked him what was so funny, he said something like, "Your life...your complaints...I feel like I'm talking to a mother!"

So yes, I am somehow like Mama now. I have inherited my mom's close-fistedness and her nagging tendencies which are oh so @#$!@#% annoying. I haggle to the bone, I cook, I'm crazy (haha!), I'm stubborn to the core, and man, can I yell!

It's good in a way. It's bad in a way. But I know that it's good training ground for me.

Oh was probably inevitable anyway. I mean, you know what they say...The apple does not fall very from the tree.

*nodding my head*

Have a great week!

Bunny @ Monday, November 07, 2005


Bunny @ Monday, November 07, 2005

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

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 slippers, playing in cotton candy clouds with Carebears, riding Rainbow Brite's horse, shopping to my heart's content, etc.

I love daydreaming. And I have never stopped enjoying it. While some people think that dreamers are lamebrains, I've always felt that being in fool's paradise is one of life's best quick escapes. I often sit at the edge of my bed and look out the window...and daydream.

But lately, I've been so busy and so caught up with the tons of things I need to do that it was only a few days ago when I realized I have not daydreamed in the longest time. Plus I'm going through so many things now...mostly sad things, that it has overpowered my happy, tickled pink daydreams.

Back to work.

about moi

Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her 3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi, constantly needs caffeine, wonders when she'll quit smoking, and will most likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much (if the cigarettes doesn't get to her lungs first). Can't live without accessories especially big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for dinner.

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