http://gapaulie.multiply.com/ "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do then by the ones you did do. So throw the bowlines. Sail away form the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails.  Explore. Dream. Discover." - Mark Twain Fri, 25 Jul 2008 17:37:09 -0000 Thu, 24 Jul 2008 15:24:56 -0000 http://images.gapaulie.multiply.com/logo http://gapaulie.multiply.com 100 100 Wisecracks "We all need a shot of that once in our lives."  - Glo Anne on the "emotional anesthesia" of Brechtian theater. So if you're emo and you enjoy "the pain that numbs the pain", this wisecrack's for you. Like I meant it. Wisecracks like that roll off the tongue easy. "Chuck Norris makes the Oreo double filing manly." - First with Chuck. "Sartre? The guy with the sexy intellect?" - Also a first in the context of "sound" ethics. "Trend is the lifeblood of today. I saw the devil wear crocs this time." - Gave Meryl Streep a run for her money. "Today a post it. Tomorrow dryer lint." - I hate flakes from my pants pocket when they're hot and fresh out of the dryer. ... I'm sleepy and I sprained my finger playing Basketball this afternoon. And to still tip tap away on my keyboard oblivious to the pain just to write this makes me doubly Brecht. Nothing ventured. Nothing gained. http://gapaulie.multiply.com/journal/item/196/Wisecracks Thu, 24 Jul 2008 15:24:56 -0000 Brain Fart Recently I've been blogging sparse and random tidbits right off the top of my head. Brain fart (for lack of a better name). That's kind of it's call of nature. Except it has kind of a "you can't fall asleep on a good idea" feel to it. So you can't exactly hold it till it leaks in Dawson's creek. It just stays there. Till it becomes stale and useless. Pretty soon you'll be sneezing thought cobwebs you never knew you had up there. And plenty more. Until now. I'd read these stuff I write and actually dare to publish for the world's eyes only and wouldn't know whether to laugh or take it off the second it goes online. But this is my form of de-stressing. Or to put it layman, if my brain had eye-mo, this would definitely be the closest it would get. Hits the spot. Point blank. There's such a quiet elation in the freedom of writing as intelligently or as freely as I want to left to myself. Here's the part where I stare at my work for a couple of seconds, grin sheepishly at the thou... http://gapaulie.multiply.com/journal/item/195/Brain_Fart Wed, 23 Jul 2008 15:18:20 -0000 VIARE For everyone involved with the plays, prod stuff and basically anything to do with VIARE please join this yahoo group to keep updated with everything abuzz with the upcoming http://gapaulie.multiply.com/links/item/19/VIARE Tue, 22 Jul 2008 14:21:58 -0000 An hour I have an hour to kill. Skin a cat in the craftiest way. Not literally of course. But call it an hour's worth of thinking what to do for the next hour. Reasonable yes. Worth is negotiable if it matters so much. I guess it does now. So what do you do with an hour to kill? This. Skip a pebble across a pond. Virtually if that works for you. Try to count as many letter "Q"s as you can see. Then satirically treat yourself to Barbecue. Fog up your rear view mirror. Draw a face. Laugh. Repeat. I have an hour to kill. http://gapaulie.multiply.com/journal/item/194/An_hour Tue, 22 Jul 2008 08:38:57 -0000 Priceless It pays to keep a hefty load of memories close by. Photographs and little trinkets that mean more than what they are and the like. These I don't mind stumbling upon perchance and sometimes while going through them, they come alive a little too much that I am compelled to write about them. At least before the sentiment wears off. Oh sure. Relive them in black and white. Why? I simply HAVE to upon seeing pictures from before. Old pictures. Old Pictures of other people and myself that I am embarrassed of / fond of / REALLY fond of / REALLY embarrassed of and fondly embarrassed of. Too many. Sometimes I wish life were always as "Forrest Gump" simple as this. Don't you just love it when you look at a picture and remember it too much you could partially feel what you felt at that exact moment in time? So downpour of "wala langs" and "these could've been nice" and more recently "First picture with (Insert name here)". Add more if you will. I may remember the rest as I go along foraging th... http://gapaulie.multiply.com/journal/item/193/Priceless Mon, 21 Jul 2008 14:10:38 -0000 Banner Whatcha'll think? :) http://gapaulie.multiply.com/photos/album/257/Banner Tue, 15 Jul 2008 11:51:10 -0000 Charmaine's Debut Legend Villas. Happy 18th Charmaine! The lady, once a baby is now a Woman! Was one of the 18 candles. Along with Grace, Marlo, Nica and other people. I LOVE YOU CHARMAINE! LOOKING FORWARD TO MORE BIRTHDAYS AND YOUR LIFE NOW AS A FULL FLEDGED WOMAN! http://gapaulie.multiply.com/photos/album/256/Charmaines_Debut Sun, 13 Jul 2008 12:50:05 -0000 Hatchweek 08: Valentines Day? RED UNITAS. I see red. Too much. Ooooh. Happy last day of Hatchweek! Boo. I left early so I didn't get to watch the thing at night. Sinong Loser. Lunch at adobo express. http://gapaulie.multiply.com/photos/album/255/Hatchweek_08_Valentines_Day Sun, 13 Jul 2008 02:22:45 -0000 Shang Bang Baby Mica, Lesley, Janine, Glo Anne, Francis and John. After Filipino free cut. Yeahboi. Tokyo Tokyoness again. First ever dinner with Blockmates. SWEETNESS. OMG don't ask what we did on EVERY floor of Shang. We were lucky enough not to get security called on us. HAHA OK EXAGG. But we had OOODLES of fun! http://gapaulie.multiply.com/photos/album/254/Shang_Bang_Baby Sun, 13 Jul 2008 01:57:55 -0000 Hatchweek 08: GEEK *wheeze* oh the tightness of everyone's pants and glasses galore! Looked too much like a geek to dress like one. Overkill. Hahaha. Props to Janine and Pao for taking GEEK to a whole new level! http://gapaulie.multiply.com/photos/album/253/Hatchweek_08_GEEK Sun, 13 Jul 2008 01:45:42 -0000 Shang turns EMBASSY Oh and Hatchweek day 3 pics. Hahaha. Superhero day. SHANG BANG BABY. Tokyo Tokyo Turned Topsy Turvey. Because there was WAY too much TRANS pumping through our veins so EMBA-d in Tokyo Tokyo. Hahaha. Psych. For real? Hahaha. We wish. HAPPY HOURS BEGIN HERE. NSTP in the afternoon. http://gapaulie.multiply.com/photos/album/252/Shang_turns_EMBASSY Fri, 11 Jul 2008 16:16:25 -0000 Hatchweek 08: HS Uniform Day High School DAYS. High School DAZE. For those who think I haven't pitched in my share of school spirit, I did IN FACT wear my Uniform. Hahahaha! Spot the logo. All the rest of them we're REPREZENTIN' FO REALZ. hahaha. Most of these picture were taken by the ledge and during our Philsoc Free Cut. YAY. SABOG. SABAW. Given na. Blockintense forever. http://gapaulie.multiply.com/photos/album/251/Hatchweek_08_HS_Uniform_Day Fri, 11 Jul 2008 15:17:50 -0000 Heart Song I was listening to this song on my way home misty eyed. Looped it quite a couple of times too. It just felt like the perfect heart song to sing to Him. Uh huh. I'm in love all over again. Very much. This song, my heart song, reserved for such occasion basically says it all. Now I sing this over and over. Heart and soul. "Feels Like Home" Chantal Kreviazuk Somethin' in Your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself Makes me wanna lose myself, in Your arms There's somethin' in Your voice, makes my heart beat fast Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life If You knew how lonely my life has been And how long I've been so alone And if You knew how I wanted someone to come along And change my life the way You've done It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong A window breaks, down a long, dark street And a siren wails in the night ... http://gapaulie.multiply.com/journal/item/192/Heart_Song Fri, 11 Jul 2008 14:32:31 -0000 Tinsel Town Baby Boomer. You are envied. You were lucky enough to taste the elegance, the prestige of Tinsel Town in it's prime. Judy Garland. Never to prance about on that road of yellow bricks again. Clark Gable. There's just too much about you to give a damn about. Glen Miller. Genius. One of them. Ray Charles. Genius. The one of them. Charlie Chaplin. You are the immortal comedy in all of us. Johnny Carson. Custodian of the airwaves. Joe D' Mango's run for his money. Audrey Hepburn. Tinsel town monarch. Legend. Fred Astaire. May you never stop swinging in our soul. Never again an era to be graced by the same genius. http://gapaulie.multiply.com/journal/item/191/Tinsel_Town Thu, 10 Jul 2008 13:51:45 -0000 Happy Hour Just one of those times today. With the dead Ateneo Bird hat. Grabe. How could you do such a thing? All for Happy Hour just because we were too happy. Yes Robert, Gregg is HOTT. Makes you love NSTP doesn't it? http://gapaulie.multiply.com/photos/album/250/Happy_Hour Wed, 9 Jul 2008 13:41:16 -0000 Hey Slick Yeah you. Quit twiddling your car keys. Button up. There's a draft. Don't you feel it? And maybe your mom could do something about that, oh is that what you call it? Perfume? Suave. Too suave for words. Guys'll be asking what you have for breakfast. Typical. Fresh. The way you wear your shades to block the moon out. Who you trying to kid? Slick. You took the trash out. Like a good kid. Just don't break the beer bottles. Mom'll see. Daring. Don't drain your phone batteries. They'll want you home before 11. Debonair. Be polite. Ask before tearing from the fashion magazine from your dentist's. Cordial. Never mistake a Madison for a Mary. Not ever. Ravishing. Do hold your liquor should you think it's manly to down one too many. Hey slick. There are so many just like you. Too many. http://gapaulie.multiply.com/journal/item/190/Hey_Slick Mon, 7 Jul 2008 14:40:35 -0000 4th of July 07 I just remembered how I spent it last year and how I GOT A PICTURE OF ME AND MY CRUSH taken here. Guess who. Win a cookie. Hahaha. Someone got a little naughty. OKAY. HAPPY 4th of July People! I miss D.C. From one of my GYLC albums. http://gapaulie.multiply.com/photos/album/248/4th_of_July_07 Sun, 6 Jul 2008 13:24:31 -0000 When I grow up I WANT TO BE CJ CREGG. WHY? <img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.gapaulie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SHC@JAoKCDcAAGPcM@01/n2204696000_24654.jpg?et=ygQhafFTBJ%2BCIQ3hqDRiNQ&nmid=0" border="0"> - She's a Berkely Shiksta Feminista, and I want to be her. - She's six feet tall and wears high heels anyway, she's confident, attractive, and I don't care if her Secret Service name is Flamingo. - She's intelligent and witty and can wrangle the press like a pro. - She's so good at what she does, she got a promotion to Chief of Staff. - She's also very buff. (Please refer to the episode with the event at the House of Blues...that lady is packing guns!) - She's really just that awesome. - So when I grow up I want to be CJ Cregg. I want to speed walk through the halls of the West Wing, give people funny nicknames, use my powers for good, drive a blue Mustang, tower over my male colleagues and not worry about it a bit, dote over my pet goldfish, and when all of this is over, run multi-billion dollar charity fund. - Although, I could settle for just being Allison Janney. THAT'S WHY. http://gapaulie.multiply.com/journal/item/188/When_I_grow_up Sun, 6 Jul 2008 12:45:05 -0000 A journey up <a href="http://gapaulie.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SG0BTQoKCDcAAEOHXnM1"><img style="width: 218px;height: 161px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.gapaulie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SG0BTQoKCDcAAEOHXnM1/bottomless%20pit.png?et=cymkQZfX93uB9obQkJSqrg&nmid=0" border="0"></a>One can only stand engrossed in the loftiest and purest ideals of life wishing they would last forever before you wake up realizing you're falling fast from cloud nine... eight...seven...six...five...four...three...two...THUD. Rock Bottom. And there's no where else to go but up. You wince a bit after recoiling from the fall. Shake a tail feather. And climb. Like you've never climbed before. Like the light leading to out of the pit is your only claim to sanity. You climb. One crack. One crevice at a time. Those jagged rocks serve a mighty purpose after all. You foot may slip on lose gravel. It's okay. Grab hold of the closest rock and keep going. You're almost there. Not too long in your climb as the light gets nearer and nearer, your hand reaches out to feel for the next rock only to grab another hand, familiar. Hope surges through it to your body as another hand reaches out and hoists you out of the pit slowly. It disappears. The light gets bigger and bigger till you can finally fee... http://gapaulie.multiply.com/journal/item/187/A_journey_up Thu, 3 Jul 2008 16:42:57 -0000 In the home of the brave <a href="http://gapaulie.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SGuj7woKCDcAAETy@jE1"><img style="width: 226px;height: 175px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.gapaulie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGuj7woKCDcAAETy@jE1/0-washington-dc_master.jpg?et=cmgQPT0%2CJhvYorjJiDxuoQ&nmid=0" border="0"></a> Ooooh. Look who's a good patronizing patriot. Singing the Star-Spangled banner in the Philippines as if it weren't already sung enough in all the wrong places in all the wrong times. Some Americans can give us a run for their money at that. Yes. I said Americans. Some would even go as far as a Star-Spangled afro. Any takers? Just some of my pre-4th of July sentiments: - It's been EXACTLY a year now since my trip to Washington D.C. Remembering how it was such a tremendous honor for me to have experienced the 4th of July 07 first hand (and to dread the possibility of experiencing it with a REAL bang some hooligan thought of disguising as an innocent piece of luggage beside the Pentagon. I kid you not) gave me that "I was a part of it for real" feel that promised to visit me every year come this time of July. - Can't say I don't miss the smell of Virginia marble & the spit-shine sleek diplomat shoes and their owners hardly dropping a wisp of espresso from their Sta... http://gapaulie.multiply.com/journal/item/186/In_the_home_of_the_brave Wed, 2 Jul 2008 16:02:18 -0000 Tuh-gah-lowg <img class="alignleft" src="http://images.gapaulie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGjeHAoKCDcAAEgn5EU1/BasicTagalog.jpg?et=ppGSzNC%2Ch%2CPhUc7jL7uD8g&nmid=0" border="0">Oo. Aaminin ko na hindi ako magaling mag tagalog. Kaya ko ang "conversational" tagalog kung tawagin. Kaya ipagumanhin ang anumang "slangage" or maling pagbaybay ng tagalog sa "entring" ito. Ngayon ko pa lang tinry (tinry - exampol ng maling slangage na dapat ipagpaumanhin) mag blog ng purong tagalog lang. At hindi ko iyon pinagmamalaki. Sorry naman sa mga hangong UP. Sapaw na sapaw na tagalog ko sa inyo. Nakakahiya. Bah-rowk na kung Bah-rowk. Tanggap ko yun. Aray. Ngayon ko lang na-"realize" (Pahiram muna nito Colbie) na kahit halughugin ang sang-kabuuan ng aking mga blog, wala kayong makikita, ni katiting na tagalog. Hamakin nyo? Ngayon ko pa naiisipang itry yun? "Ang di marunong mag mahal sa sariling wika..." (blah...blah...blah...blah...blah...isda. Parang ganun na nga) Hahaha. Wala lang. Naalala ko lang si Rizal. Kahit na tapos na ang BERTDEY nya...ay...Kaarawan pala. Sori. Peace tayo, Dok. Hindi ako filibustero (labo. Bakit may ganun?) At kung merong mang ... http://gapaulie.multiply.com/journal/item/185/Tuh-gah-lowg Mon, 30 Jun 2008 13:10:27 -0000 Ode. To the wonderful young-adults in my life. Yes you. Hahaha. Something I, dare I call it, doodled for the sake of? They’ve seen me red and flustered They could’ve walked away But with all the love they mustered Ignored any dismay   They’ve seen me trip and tumble  And graze my teenage knee How awkward do I fumble And dawdle carelessly In all their young-adultness They stoop to make me great But in my young-sixteen-ness I’d have to learn to wait   Forgive my spontaneity And if I sound detached Here’s the nitty-gritty Of my gratefulness unmatched   By now, ya’ll think I’m corny And downright jologs too A penny for your thoughts from me Much love from me to you Chummy ka nanaman Glo Anne. <img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"> http://gapaulie.multiply.com/journal/item/184/Ode. Sun, 29 Jun 2008 13:00:17 -0000 The Block I Love With all my heart dears! Sorry kung konti yung pics. I WILL take more shots next time! NSTP with Howie Severino, Starbucks Breakfast date! HEY LES AND JANINE! And shaaaang lunch! I love you all INTENSELY! :) http://gapaulie.multiply.com/photos/album/247/The_Block_I_Love Sun, 29 Jun 2008 11:19:34 -0000 Serendra: Xocolat After BULONG. Desert. Same awesome people. Xocolat. Joe, Pastor Henry and Wife, Voica, Rica P, Dar,Mel, Charis, Hanna, Marlo, Glo anne, Jaco and Chin. http://gapaulie.multiply.com/photos/album/246/Serendra_Xocolat Sun, 29 Jun 2008 03:27:39 -0000 High Street: "BULONG" re-screening FULLYBOOKED U-VIEW Direk Joaquin Pedro Valdes! He's back from Beijing after bringing home the bacon! Or the duck. The golden duck. Hahaha. Congrats again! Oh and Kudos to his awesome awesome crew: JB, Ate Dawn, Pjoi, Jun Aves and the rest. Chin, Jaco, Voica, Joe, Marlo, Dar, Mel, Rica, Hanna, Charis, joyce and joan. Just a few of us who watched Joaquin movie. http://gapaulie.multiply.com/photos/album/245/High_Street_BULONG_re-screening Sun, 29 Jun 2008 03:11:01 -0000 First Job: Stage Manager once more <a href="http://gapaulie.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SF@fLgoKCDcAADensHw1"><img class="alignleft" src="http://images.gapaulie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SF@fLgoKCDcAADensHw1/Theater1.jpg?et=xQup6OlwiChFd6lfuIgDIA&nmid=0" border="0"></a>I've been waiting for what I thought was the answer to my long awaited theatrical break after joining our University thespian org (Go Viare!). I was so ready to nail any audish and haul all the juicy roles ripe for the picking. Or so I thought. I received a text message from our org president asking me to stage manage our first major production. Take note: STAGE MANAGE. Something I didn't sign up for. Now it may sound trivial, and but no one knows how BADLY I want to be ON stage and not BEHIND it (or at the wings in my case). Who was I to whine? Where's the sense in turning down the offer just because it wasn't what I really wanted? To put it bluntly: I WANTED TO ACT. Then I remembered the ever so reliable advice of Patrick Bonnevie (a thespian seasoned beyond words), on how theater wasn't about soaking all the limelight and glory and stage time. Far from it. Theater meant working my way from the bottom up...especially if it meant working behind the scenes, which isn't a bad st... http://gapaulie.multiply.com/journal/item/183/First_Job_Stage_Manager_once_more Mon, 23 Jun 2008 13:04:20 -0000