oh..candy panghimagas.. kapanahunan ninyo 'to..

oh..candy panghimagas.. kapanahunan ninyo 'to..

hindi maitatwa na ang kendi ay naging malaking parte ng kabataan natin.mga makukulay,mababango(although minsan may maantot),at masasarap na kending lalung nagpasaya saten at minsang nagpaiyak din dahil sa sakit ng ipen na dulot nito.balikan natin ang mga kending namayagpag at pumukaw sa mga puso at tastebuds nmin nung panahon ko.

1. KENDI MINT - eto ang kending kanunu-nunuan pa ng dynamite.ang official na kendi ng mga taong may tinatagong puot sa knilang kaloob looban.mint candy sya(malamang?!) na may lamang chocolate o kokwang mamasa masa sa pinakagitna.kulay green ang wrapper nya na may nakaimprentang eskimo na nakangite at parang gustong magpasubo na.

2. LIPPS - ang kendi ng mga batang malalande,mapa nene man yan o tukling.cherry flavor na kendi na gawa sa benadryl(ayun sa pakilasa ko yan ha,mapait kase) at sandamakmak na pulang food coloring.sobrang makulay sa bibig,kadalasang ginagawang panghalili sa lipstik ng mga bata o di kaya dugo effect sa larung aswang aswangan.payak lang ang wrapper,kulay puti at pula tapos nakalagay lipps.

3. VIVA! - ang kendi na ayaw na ayaw ni mother lily.caramel candy sya na mukang tae at mukang hindi masarap bilhin lalu na ang kainin.kulay tae din ang wrapper nya at mas mamatamisin mo pa cgurong ikendi ang naptalina kesa sa kending toh.

4. WHITE RABBIT - ang bi-sexual na kendi.dalawa kase ang klase ng kending white rabbit,may tinatawag na local at imported.parang vivang pinahaba lang ung local version,toffeecaramel ang flavor at bukod dun eh wala ng ibang misteryong mahihita pa sa knya.kulay puti at super milking nougat naman ung imported.at bukod dun sa chinese character na nakaimprenta sa wrapper nya eto ang pinaka pambato ng white rabbit imported,ang kanyang inner wrapper na pwedeng kainin at pagsaluhan ng buong pamilya.happy fiesta!

5. PINYA - hindi ko alam kung anu ba tlaga ang lehitimong tawag sa kendi na toh,pero dahil hndi tayu masyado sure ay itago na lang natin sya sa pngalang ?pinya?.sya ang kending pinakafashionista ang wrapper dahil figuratively muka syang pinya.bagsak lang sya sa itsura ng wrapper dahil mukang tapeteng mura lang per yarda ang itsura nito.at ang lasa?..pinya..malamang.

6. VICK'S - ang kendi ng mga batang may kakambal o ng mga batang sadyang madamot lang tlga at pinalaking dupang?vicks candy.mentholated ang vicks at dalawang piraso sya ng kendi sa isang maliit na pack na hugis inverted triangle(kumporme sa paghawak mo).kulay hinog na uhog at pinaniniwalaan ng mga bata na nakakapagpaluwag ng paghinga.hndi ko alam kung associated tlga ang nakagisnan naming vicks candy sa vicks na pamahid sa sinisipon.

7. BUTTER BALL - ang kendi na mga batang may malalaking bibig.ito ang peter's butterball,ang pinakamasarap sa lahat ng caramel candies.bilog syang candy na mejo may kalakihan ang hulma kung sa bata ipapasubo.sosyal ang wrapper dahil ito ata ang pinakaunang kendi na nasa pillow pack at kulay peach pa.bsta masarap,husto na yun.

8. ORANGE SWITS - ang ina ng mga gummi bears at potchi.malalambot na orangeslices na pinatihaya,pinadapa at pinagulong gulong sa asukal hanggang sa magtanda.apat na slices per pack at mas madalas na makitang binebenta ngyun ng mga takatak boys kesa sa sari sari stores.

9. TOOTSIE ROLL - isa sa pinakasikat ng kendi nung panahon ko,sa sobrang kasikatan eh nagkaron pa ng dance craze na tribute sa knya nung early 90s.caramel candy din ang tootsie roll na kasing haba ng mongol na makatatlong beses ng tinasahan.bukod sa pwede syang kainin at sayawin ay pwede din syang itapal sa ngipen para magmukang bungal at yun ang pinakamasayang purpose ng tootsie roll.

10. ALMO - ang pinagmulan ng mga ovalteenies.chocolate candies sya na mukang mga tabletang panlunas sa sipon at lagnat.nakalagay sa makulay atmaliit na foil pack at kadalasang nakasabit sa tindahan dahil dugsong-dugsong sya.masarap ang almo lalu na kung hindi mo sariling pera ang pinambili.

11. HAW FLAKES - ang buhay na patunay na hindi sa ikatlong baitang sa elementarya unang nagaganap ang pangungumunyon ng mga bata.ito ang haw flakes,ang kending galing pa ng tsina at naging saksi sa barter trade system.mas kilala sa tawag na ?oscha? dahil sa kakatwang itsura nito.maninipis at kulay maroon na amoy pawisang singit ng bata(maasim),nevertheless may basbas at sagrado.dito nagsisimula ang damdaming makadiyos at madasalin kaya ibahin nyo ang haw flakes.ang kending galing sa langit

12. KENDING HUBO - also known as neto,nyan o dutdut motion.pabili nga po neto,pabili po nyan,o di kaya dutdut na lang dun sa garapon.ganyan ang kending hubo.ang kending walang sapat na pagkakakilanlan at impormasyon sa sarili.muka syang holen na iba iba ang kulay at flavor(kadalasan citrus/fruity).may budbud syang asukal sa paligid at kadalasang nakalagay sa malaking garapon ng lady?s choice.

13. LALA - ang pinakamasarap ng tsokolate sa mundo ng pagkabata.mas kilalasa tawag na ?milo?,ang lala ay gawa sa purong kokwa(cge magmarunong tayu sa ingredients) na hinulma into small rectangular chocolate bars na may nakaemboss na parang rehas ng veranda.sobrang masarap at sobrang tindi din kung magpasakit ng ngipin,nevertheless masarap.un naman ang importante eh.

14. CHOC-NUT - ang hall of famer sa lahat!sya ang pinakasikat na kendi(o kung anumang twag sa klase nya) sa balat ng pilipinas.gawa sa natuyong peanut butter at chocolate na hanggang ngayun ay hndi ko makapa ang lasa na binalot sa palara.all time favorite ng panghimagas o pampalipas oras.chocnut is simply the best(naks! parang HBO)?

my clearest memory of you

Leave a comment and I'll reply by answering the following.

1. I'll respond with something random about you.

2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.

3. I'll pick a flavor of Jell-o to wrestle with you in.

4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.

5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.

6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.

7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.

8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.

the start of a sunday habit

it has always been true that the simple things are the best things in life and ti has proven it's point yet again.

i had the best time last sunday with my best friend watching "My Bestfriend's Girlfriend" (not bad, i tell you, it's actually funny and has depth), pigging out and hanging out at tom's world. (you see, we rarely see each other now that she's working and living in ortigas so moments like these are so cherished.)

even when i was so tired and very very sleepy, spending time with her always always makes me happy. she never fails to make me realize why we're best friends. i so love you, sophie.

you're the bestest bestfriend a girl could ever have.

and yes, we will be doing this every 2nd sunday of the month. can't wait!

*pictures to follow

lesson i can't seem to learn

if there's one recurring lesson in my life that i can't seem to learn, it's this:

"Things will happen effortlessly when they are meant to be."

i guess i'm a bit too optimistic. i know it's not meant for me but at the back of my mind, i keep telling myself: what if there's still a chance? it's like holding on to nothing. but i guess it's one of the things that keep me going --- the hope that someday i'll get my own dose of happy endings.

grey's anatomy in the flesh

whew! the longest 45 (or 50) minutes of my life is finally over.

my parents accompanied me as i was admitted to the ambulatory operating room yesterday afternoon at around 12:05 pm to have a cyst in my right breast removed for biopsy. i was instructed to change my clothes and wear the hospital robe and lead into the operating room where there were at least 3 med interns, 2 nurses and my surgeon. i wasn't feeling nervous and afraid yet. i kept telling myself that it's gonna be alright. everything's gonna be fine.

i was asked to lay on the operating table. when i already was, a nurse wrapped a sticky rectangular metallic plate above my left ankle to monitor blood pressure and something else. now that was when i started freaking out. they were adjusting those big round lights above the OR table (i'm not what they call them) to point directly to my right breast and stated prepping the area with betadine solution to sterilize it. 1 med intern and my surgeon spread out a green blanket over my lower body and another over the metal rod placed above me. i asked to have my face covered so i wouldn't have to see the faces of the people cutting me open and the utensils they were using to excise the mass.

the doctor informed me that they were about to inject local anaesthetic into the breast. god that hurt. i think they injected one whole syringe of it and i can feel the needle penetrate deep into my skin and it really really really hurt!

my right breast started to feel heavy and it meant that it's ready to be cut open (*gasp*!). i felt a sharp object (i think it was the scalpel) touch my beast and it worked it's way along the lower part of it (7 o'clock). it might have cut a good centimeter when i felt a ripping pain and the surgeon had to inject anaesthetic again. after they have cut a good enough "line", i heard the doctor asked for a clamp, needle, a scalpel and all i was hearing was the clink of utensils and a buzzing sound (like laser or whatever) for a good 20 mins or so. i felt my skin being pulled, lifted and pressed in all directions.

after that good score of minutes, i heard the doctor said, "tsktsk, ang laki!".("tsktsk, this is big.") that gave e relief since that meant they have taken out the cyst and in about a few minutes be ready to close me up.

the doctor asked for sutures. i verified from the intern what kind of "sinulid" (thread) they'd be using and she (her nameplate said "Jane, M.D.") said it's called absorbable sutures meaning the stitches will "melt" (?) into my skin once they heal. i thought my agony was over but i think the anaesthetic wore off because i felt pain as they start to sew me up and they had to inject another round of anaesthetic on me (read: after-effect: major memory loss ).

my ordeal was officially over when the doctor asked 2 interns to clean me up. another 4-5 minutes passed before i could get off the table.

the whole time i'm being operated on, all i'm thinking was "i'm gonna blog about this, i'm gonna blog about this" with clammy hands, icy cold feet and numbed arms (yes, because i was lying with my arms under my head the whole time). so here i am, blogging about it and oh, have i told you, i took a picture of the mass and that very cute med intern (dr. mcdreamy?) prepping it for biopsy.

uh-huh. yes, i did.

for us who deserves better

Here's to all those girls who used to be his number one.
The ones who waited all night for him to call, only to check your cellphone the next morning and be disappointed. The ones who made it through that bitter break up, dried your own tears, and moved on with your life, only to have him walk back in it months later like nothing ever happened. Those of you who cried on the first day you talked again because you knew exactly where this phone call was going. The ones who listened to him say, "I only want to be your friend", one day, then listened to him say that he loves and misses you, and the next when he doesn't want to be anything at all. Here's to the ones that took him back, hoping that maybe this time, he was different, hoping that maybe people really do change.

We listened to our friends tell us that we were stupid for even thinking about giving him another chance, got crap from our parents, and even snuck around to see him even for a while. We went through the great stage with no fights all over again. We started this out thinking it would be just friends, and ended up falling in love with him again. We wanted nothing more in the world than to hear him tell us he loved us too, that even though things were bad in the past, they would be different this time. And when we finally heard it, it was like we were dreaming. This is for us.

Here's to the ones who believed what he said, sat around all over again waiting for a phone call that might come in a few hours, or a few days. Here's for the tears cried and dried all over again. We wanted so desperately to believe that he was really busy, he couldn't possibly call us at that moment, or even that he fell asleep early. We trained ourselves to believe the lies because we wanted to believe we had found the one for us. We learned to SETTLE for someone who didn't treat us the way we should be treated.

Here's for the ones who did their hair and make up and put on their prettiest everything, only to hear him say that he couldn't see us today. The ones who never believed it when people told us there might be someone else. We just couldn't believe that he could do this to us again.

This is for those great girls, who loved him more than words can say, and took him back no matter what happened last time because they couldn't bear to look back on their lives one day and wonder "what if".
This is for the girls that stayed up all night long listening to him whine about an ex girlfriend who cheated on him, and cried during the entire conversation. The ones who hoped he would realize that he deserved better, that he deserved us.
When he said that he loved you, but he was in love with her, he didn't mean it.
This is for the ones that held on to something that was never there to begin with.

This is for us girls, who somehow managed to get him to forget about her, and get him to tell us that he was in love with us again, only to have him tell us three weeks later that "You're just not the one for me." or maybe, "things were going too fast, I'm just not ready." (Then later on find out he has a damn girlfriend already.)

Here's to the girls who couldn't cry to their friends because of how stupid they felt.
The ones who held it all in when things came crumbling to pieces again. This is for the ones who couldn't bear to even tell their mom what was going on, for fear of an "I told you so."
The ones that could just TELL that they had made a mistake ever allowing him into their hearts, their beds, and their dreams again.

We knew that we deserved better the entire time, that we deserved a guy who would call when he said he was going to, one that would come see us when ever he got the chance, one that would really care about us. We just wanted the one that we loved like that.
Here's for the ones that FINALLY realized that he never gave one thought about them.
Here's for the time that he took to waste, breaking your heart ... again.

This is for those days spent trying to hold back the tears, and the tears that turned into anger, then disappointment.
Here's for us girls who finally realized that we deserve better.
This is for those confusing days, when you miss him,and want nothing more than to hear his voice, or feel his arms around your waist.

Stay strong, and remember that relationships are like broken glass,sometimes it's better to leave it alone rather than try to put the pieces back together and get hurt all over again.
Remember the times you cried, and how long it took you to even be able to look at another guy like that.
When your song comes on the radio, turn the station.
When the day comes that he realizes what a mistake he made and tries calling, turn your phone off.
When he tries coming to your house, don't answer the door.

Think of all the broken promises, and the lies, the manipulation and the tears, the wasted moments and staying up all night wondering where the HELL he was.
Think of how your heart used to jump when your phone would vibrate in the middle of the night, and how it fell to your stomach when you saw it wasn't him, and realized that once again, he hadn't called when he said he was going to.

One day, you'll find a guy who's worth all the tears, but he won't make you cry. You may think that you'll never care about someone like you did that guy that you always ran back to, but you will.
It's gonna hurt like hell, and it's going to need time to heal, but the point is, it will heal.

college noes nd half-life

i've been looking for some college notes i had about Greek mythology for my sister for like a week now but can't seem to find it. but i remembered i have this one whole sack full of college notes, projects, term papers, lesson photocopies, book analyses that i put away two years ago. so i took it out from under my bed and started shuffling through it.

found some interesting stories and poetry i've written, some book analysis with notes from my professor, some visuals for some reports, manually browsing through all of them made me miss going to school more. i remembered how wide-eyed, enthusiastic and full of life i was when i was in college. and i miss that part of me that i tucked away (at least most of it) the moment i went corporate.

i realized how blinded i was by success and getting a high paycheck that i forgot what was really important: being happy with what you are doing. of course, still have some reasons to be happy about: my friends at work, the perks and al that. but for the last 3 years, it was always home then work then work then home again (with too little pinch of gigs, travels and yes, i've been single), it just feels like i'm living a half-life. something's still missing and i always feel like i'm running out of time. it's like i'm looking for something but i don't know what it is.

i mean i have a lot of free me and maybe i should start finding better and meaningful ways to spend them.

born to stand out

why do yo keep trying to fit in when you were born to stand out?