if i don’t say hi it means i didn’t see you. -patching
if i appear detached and "seem ‘out of it’" (miguel, 1997), it’s coz i am.
ha?
"HAH!" -konstantin
feathers of the same feather flocks forever. -john estrada
ana. si jacqui. -peter
am i her keeper? -ana
he’s gonna shake his head and go tsktsktsk at me nanaman. -jacqui
where are you pigeon? yoohoo…
jacqui: …it was like he was telling me "ang tanga tanga mo! wala kang alam! bobo!" i was so devastated. sobrang bad trip ako althoughout my wushu, wala akong kinakausap. but after a while i absorbed his comments, told myself na ganun talaga ang consultation with dr. Robles, and realised that this was all still do-able. i just have to go back to my original EU policy and scrap my ambitious domestic level analysis… blah blah blah blah blah
lucas: so ang thesis mo european?
jacqui: european union.
lucas: hindi america?
jacqui: no, not US.
joelle: heeheehee
jacqui: sige na, go.
lucas: thesis not america?
i have some IMPORTANT news to tell ya’ll!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! so tonight, i went to king
king’s in hollywood(its a popular club on hollywood
blvd) where i watched a cabaret show
choreographed by this french choreographer (cati
jean). i was invited to watch the show because i’m
performing as an aerialist for next week’s run—the
choreographer wanted me to see what the show is
about before i perform next week…
i wasn’t gonna go because i’ve become a party
pooper lately..i don’t go out to clubs anymore and
stuff like that, but a friend of mine wanted to go, so i
figured why not.
so there i was…watching…and all of a sudden..a few
tables in front of me was KEVIN RICHARDSON of the
BACKSTREET BOYS!!!! AAAAGHHHHH!!!!!!!! i know
i know i know..its cheesy and pretty lousy, BUT to
those who knew me very well in highschool—i was
always broke coz i used up ALL my money to buy
backstreet boys magazines and posters and
everything that has to do with that stupid boy
band!!!! i loved them and adored them to death
back in the days…
here in LA, i’ve seen a couple stars (actors, models
and singers/musicians) and i NEVER get
starstruck…never never never never…just coz i’m
really not that kind of person…BUT when i saw kevin
richardson, i kid you not, i almost fainted!!!!!
AAAAGHHHHHH!!!!! he is just as gorgeous as he is
in his pictures! HAY NAKU!!!!
actually, mas na-ooverwhelm ako at the fact that i
used to watch him on TV..and back then, i never
thought i’d be here in LA, performing in diff. theatres,
shows, clubs, etc… and to see him watch a show
that i’m gonna be performing in next week… what an
exchange in roles!!! i never thought i’d meet him…
and i did…and i hope he’s coming to the show again
next week, when i’m performing!!!!
anyway, i’m doing a show this tuesday too, for an
opening of a club here in hollywood and charlize
theron is hosting the show!!! actually, i’m not AS
starstruck as kevin richardson..hehehe…. i guess i’m
just sharing this one last bit of info because i’m all
hyped up now and i can’t sleep and i’m ranting and
babbling…. blah blah blah blah blah!!!!
to all my friends from home…i love you and miss you
all!!!
we love and miss you too kat.
dear ivy,
do you remember that guy you used to have a crush on when we were freshmen in ateneo? that tall, chubby, tisoy dude whom we knew absolutely nothing about except that he drove a green hilux? WELL he’s lost a bit of weight, shaved his head, and now plays drums for chilli tees and sound. i’m sorry i couldn’t take a better picture. if i came too close to him i was afraid he’d recognize me as one of those giggling, peste girls who used to follow him around in college, and out of reflex hit me with his drumstick. i know the pic is malabo, you’re just gonna have to believe me. it’s him i tell ya! ivy-lieve!!!
love,
jacqui j.
p.s. let’s go to one of their gigs one of these days ok? hilux dude’s name is paolo, right? if not… let’s still go see them play coz they’re really good.
p.p.s. that kulot girl in the pic watching upfront isn’t me. sensitive topic!
I sprained my ankle AGAIN. i swear if i were counting this would probably be the 19th time or something.
i haven’t been running in the morning for the past few days coz my new ballet-wushu-ballet sked is a killer and i guess my body is still trying to adjust. buong katawan ko sumasaket - my shoulders, my back, my legs specially. my thighs were bato-bato tense for an entire day after my friday wushu training. i excused myself from ballet saturday coz i wasn’t feeling well. i also thought being puyat would do absolutely nothing for "muscle tone" and was convinced that i was in no shape to take class. shoulda known that ballet stretching was all i needed. i took class sunday and i could feel my leg muscles loosening up and lengthening out. monday i was ballet-ing again like my usual self - easy adagio extensions, triple pirouettes, 16-count balance en pointe, 32 fouettes, parang natutulog lang, ang lola mo tendu lang yan… so today i wake up sans aching muscles and raring to get back to my running habit. and then a hundred meters into my route, i twist my ankle.
malas. it wasn’t as bad as the last time, i mean i could still walk which was good coz nobody was around to carry me. i was ok really. but while i was walking home i saw my dad from a distance and i started to cry. not from the pain - heller i’m super used to twisting my ankle - but from inis i guess. parang nanaman!!! it’s good that i don’t have any upcoming shows and i’m not in a company. nangyari na saken na i had to dance through four performances, not counting rehearsals, on a taped-up broken foot. but what about my wushu?? and then i’m going to have to be sedentary for a while and i’m gonna get fat!
such concerns ba? ok ok. i’m supposed to go to school tomorrow to get my thesis proposal with dr. robles’ comments. i may have to put that off til friday at least or next week. more tears. more fake tears.
of course being the big girl that i am i wiped my eyes and cheeks dry before my dad, or anybody else, could see.
remedios circle was recently, er what’s the word, fixed? renovated? i really don’t remember what it used to look like. basta when i saw it i knew right away that they did something different to it. ganito nalang, now you can easily see penguin all the way from the cafe havana side.
blech. cafe havana. nothing but bad memories. cafe havana malate, cafe havana greenbelt… teka lang ha just a question, what is it with cafe havana and foreigners??? at pag dinala ka pa dun, automatic mukha kang poksters.
haven’t been to penguin in a while. last time i went wala pa yung makeshift pader that encloses the tables up front which used to be an al fresco set up. i don’t really ‘malate’ a lot. i mean i’ve gone a few times to cafe adriatico, heard mass at malate church, used to go to milnovecientos for lunch, particular places for particular things. but i don’t ‘malate’ the way other people do - walk around the looban streets, hang out someplace and beer-and-pulutan-all-you-can, get caught in the middle of a rambulan, stand around and be on the look out for people you know, pick someone up or get picked up yourself… it’s just all too crazy for me. i love malate in the daytime, whatwithall the old buildings and the architecture and the layout of the streets and everything. but it’s just too much for me to handle at night.
so siguro the next time i ‘malate’, the makeshift pader of penguin will be a real building extension na.
joelle and i are currently lucas’ "staff". yes, the open and close quotation marks mean we’re props - to make lucas’ office look real and maybe even feel real. since payroll is still non-existent, we’re of course free to do as we please. joelle, when she’s around, writes her thesis. i, on the other hand, talk on the phone, chat, play minesweeper, play with constantine, play loud music, sing along to my loud music, and from time to time take a break from all of that to work on my thesis proposal.
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joelle’s thesis-writing theme song: "…words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup…"
jacqui’s thesis-writing theme song: "…staring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window, let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find…"
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kuya quince, you should come see the three of us at work. better yet, come home and join us! be part of our team! you’re hired!
