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It was one of the boring nights we had in my then boarding house when Joan and I decided to go out and grab some beer to spend the whole night. We headed to datcom, UP Mindanao’s finest tambayan for the drunkards. Not a lot of Iskos and Iskas were there so we had real good time chugging rhum tea and a bucket of beer and sipping sticks of cigarettes. But unlike other drinkers who talk too much while taking a gulp, the laptop and the online thing we’re doing stopped us from talking to each other. And so there was ofpuffsandshots.wordpress.com — a product of drunkness on a boring night.

This is joan. And this is how we look like when we're drunk. πŸ™‚

Insert: (Everybody) Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday to you!

Soiebeans: Thank you. Thank you.

Anyway, I want to be very retrospective in this post. I never thought of writing for an anniversary blogpost (after 75 entries for the past year), I tell you, so there will be much looking back and thanking important people that’s gonna happen in this post.

I am more than cognizant of the fact that this blog has been one of the witnesses to my life’s struggles and happiness. It has helped me become a good storyteller, an emotional lover, and a sentimental friend. I am listing down the relatively significant posts which will validate that indeed, this blog has become the real sponge of my emotions.

1. A Lover. breaking rules – 8 months and counting

2. Heartbroken. a lame excuse – the final countdown

3. Letting go. Blanking Over

4. Raged.
*The new talk of the town

5. Academic struggles. thesis it!

6. A ‘tripper.’
*babalik ako
*Till next time, Cebu!

7. A lover, again and again. twinkletoes.

8. A concerned citizen.
* i pray
* alert! alert!

9. A sentimental friend. at dahil pumasa ka ng AH5.

10. Kinky and naughty. SEMI-VIRGIN?

11. A happy kid. ADIEU 2009!

Of course, I cannot only recall the memorable posts I had without thanking the people who constantly visit my blog. Special thanks to Rea Gene, for being the top commenter. You inspired me to make a blog, in the first place. To Suckingbird and Jepoy, for always updating, for always asking the meat of the issues. To Anne Shane (Ansiyen) and Kathy Mar, for keeping an eye in this site. To the Barkadahang Tunay people, for surprising me with your knowledge about my posts. Anj, Jo, Gold, Elton, Ste, Krisha and Colin, thanks. To Ram, for thinking that this is a soft-porn site, thank you.To Bryan, the hardcore drinker, thanks for reading my posts. I will always salute your drinking prowess! To my two living idols in the blogging world, thank you for being an, ehem, inspiration, Bookie and Mandaya!

To my UPMindanao passers-by (and readers), George, Maan, Fritz, Teena, Ate Ling, Ate Malou, etcetera, thank you. To my high school classmates who tried to visit this site, thank you jampong! To the rest of the bloggers, special mention to Mark and PetiBurges , who spent a second to visit, skim, and drop a comment, I appreciate it, bigtime! To my anonymous readers who has kept my blogstats flying, thank you very much.

To the readers of my other blog who visited this site also, oha, marunong din akong mag-ingles. Kala nyo lang hindi. haha. Salamat pa rin sa inyo. πŸ™‚

And to you, twinkletoes, I know you still read my blogs. If not, at least thank you for being my favorite subject in my blogposts. Thank you, mife! πŸ˜‰

From the BOTTOM of my everything, THANK YOU!

Cheers to a wonderful blogging year! More years in the blogosphere with the pseudoblogger. Bottom’s up tayo jan! Balik-balik! πŸ˜‰


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Before starting this year-end entry, i wish to thank maan for influencing me to write this. Cheers maan!

If there’s one memorable year i want to live again and again, I’d be self-debating between 2008 and 2009. But I guess, 2009 makes itself very competitive for the happiest and most unforgettable year award, so far.

The People

Gray. Thanks for sharing the 1.5 months of this year. It added to the 9 months we had. You made me more human when we had to end everything on February 22 this year. The friendship continues. πŸ™‚

Barkadahang Tunay. I guess, 2009 is our year. This year, we called ourselves BT. Who’d have thought we’d go a long way after sharing drunk and smoking nights for years? Whatever melons we have right now, I will always be the Beans you’ve known, Rai, Anj, Corinne, Elton, Stella, Gold, Krisha, Joan, Elton and Ram.

gold, elton, anj, beans, rai, ste, krish, joan, coh.

Everybody knows how we’ve been through this year. We laughed. We cried. We smoked. We drank. We slept together. We laughed and laughed and laughed. And we will always miss doing that because I know we have to move our separate ways. It pains but we’re cool about it. And that’s more important, eh? πŸ™‚

Ron. This year, we just realized the thing we used to dream when we were still in our younger years – that after you graduate, we’d share a home in Davao. It happened! I had to sacrifice an hour a day from Roxas to UP just to spend nights talking with you. And I never regret everything. You are still one of the best!

The Mams, Jepoi and Loloi. Since I entered UP, I never had the intention of befriending the two of you. Atik lang. But this year, I guess (and I am sure) we had the best quality time of our lives. I love listening to your stories, to your escapades, and stuff alike. Our tanduay and red horse nights will remain witnesses to our wildness. You know how much I miss you and our sessions. More to come. Cheers!

Mom Jen. The thesis adviser, the mentor, the joker, THE BEST! It’s more than touching that you have to wait for me up to the last minute of the day just to sign my thesis. I will always remember you, mom, and you will always be included in my prayers. Hope to see you soon. πŸ™‚


This is one great reason for me to call this year a year! I couldn’t be more thankful after finally ending my college life. Yes, I survived in UP. *sigh* This year marks the end of my struggles, sleepless nights, cramming nights, delayed papers and the like. This year, I finally had the product of my grueling months as a senior student — my thesis! It’s over. And I can just jump and do cartwheels and flares because of it!


This year, I finally started blogging. February 7’s the night. And as i checked my first entry, a line in it says “i know this would again suck but who cares?” Did this really suck? Be honest. haha. I don’t care, anyway. My blog serves as the sponge to my emotions so it doesn’t really matter if this sucks.

And mid this year, I created another blog. It’s in Tagalog at ngayon ay patuloy itong naghahatid ng ka-melonan para sa mga readers kong taga-Luzon. Ayos.

The Trips

Year 2009, I had the memorable trips of my life.

First stop, Camiguin baybeh! Thanks to my Photography class for finally letting me experience the beauty of Camiguin. And as I blogged, I shall return!

Second stop, Cebu! I parteyed, prayed, and had so much fun in Cebu! Thanks to Corinne and Gold for making the whole trip possible. Thanks to Rai, Kris John, Nat2 and the rest of the gang for making our stay in Cebu worth-while. I will surely come back! I have to. πŸ™‚


And now I finally have you. I know you will never read this but one thing’s for sure, I am proud to have you in my life. Thanks for coming. Thanks for making me feel special. Thanks for being sweet. You made my December, you ended my year with a bang! I love you. AJA!

Year 2009 is my year. It brought countless smiles, less pain and overwhelming happiness. I loved. I stumbled. I moved on. And now I am living the life I wanted. It made me feel blessed. It’s a better year. I’d settle to calling this a better year because I want my succeeding years to be the best. I know I will have more in the years to come.

For now, I just want to express my heartfelt thanks to the people who made my year more memorable. Thank you! High five!

Cheers to a wonderful 2009 and a promising 2010!

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i have ten valid reasons to go back and enjoy cebu… again!

1. rea and kris john are both in cebu. they are two of the best people in my life. they will surely be a family to me every time i’m in cebu.

with kris john and rea @ one mango avenue

2. i love the malls. it’s not too small, it’s not too big yet i still get lost. haha. but really, i love spending the night in ayala. lights are playful and people are edible. :p

with the gang @ bistro ecila, ayala

3. the smoking thing was one of the best experiences i had in cebu. i still ask my friends from time to time if it’s safe to smoke here and there and they’d just tell me, “wala ka sa davao, cebu ni! bisag asa pwede.” whoa, imagine how that thing made my stay worth-smoking. haha

because yow makes the coffee experience perfect!

4. we’ve been to different food establishments for food trips — from vibe’s, casa verde, UP Cebu food courts, up to the barbecues and puso of consolacion. and the foods make me long to go back to cebu more and more.

this is rai's, actually. i love shrimps!

5. i cannot afford to go back to davao and poland without experiencing cebu’s nightlife. after all, it’s what i wanted to experience many many many years ago. good enough, i spent two nights-till-dawn in MANGO (need not dwell on its target market. haha). it’s really p-a-r-t-e-y-y-y-y. you dance; they dance and then you realize you’re dancing with someone you just met a while ago.

@ doce. and everybody in cebu knows who dances in doce. haha. i puked before this photo was taken. i got superdrunk.

6. i just love the night-people in cebu! they make me hungry. haha. kidding aside, i really think cebuanos are warm. what’s more weird is that, everybody does the beso thing regardless of gender. promise, it almost shocked me. (mas masaya kasi minsan, hindi na talaga beso yung ginagawa. aylaykk!)

promise i just met them that night and they've been very friendly.

i'd like to give the mr. congeneality award to mr. aj andrada! πŸ˜‰

7. one more thing, i had my own share of ‘spiritual’ time in cebu despite the worldly things i did there. thanks to the Sto. Nino Church for being the venue for me to do so.



need i say more?

9. and you are right! i can be me when i am in cebu. i always say this when i feel like being histrionic there, “ngano, nakaila sila sa ako?” i know, whatdefuckingalien much.

yes, i did not care even if the caretaker of the taoist temple scolded me. after all, i won't see him after that hour.

10. i need to go back there when my future employer calls me anytime soon. exciting, eh?

@ mactan international airport. i shall step and sit on that couch again. very soon. πŸ™‚

i don’t have an american dream. i don’t have a utopian dream. i only want cebu for now! πŸ˜‰

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it’s when i’m alone (and smoking) that i get myself the chance to open my memory box. this moment makes me linger with the past (and so i continue sipping) and toy with the thoughts behind.

rather than count the sticks i had sipped, it might be better if i count my remaining days because of doing it. i am not blaming anyone for this addiction. i am thanking them for making this addiction less worrisome. don’t call them bad influences… they’re not.

more to this memory-lane moment, i can’t help but recall some important beings who shared the puffing sessions with me since the great ashtray was introduced to me.

rea and me and the cigars we love!
elton, the man who doesn’t end the night without stealing a stick from me (and everybody else)

ram: the one who shares capri, black devil, and other slims with me! i miss you!


krisha: the girl who eventually learned the proper puffing, angelie: the girl who smokes through her nose, alpha: the die-hard Philip Morris girl!


i know who to talk to when i decide to QUIT smoking. it's GOLD!


kristel, the banker (na nagresign na daw): yes, she said i taught her how to do it. i never did!


of course, si honey! she was the best puff-buddy last semester. πŸ™‚


ron and krisjohn! the sessions we had are worth-reminiscing. we can have it back too soon... in cebu! i know, we share the same stick. and we are loving it. πŸ™‚

i will always look forward to sipping sticks with you again, very soon! πŸ™‚

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rai and joan and beans

let the picture speak for this entry.

let the picture speak for this entry.

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atypical bus-ride

Hours from now, I will be again miles away from home. More than two months of bumming is finally over. No more unlimited sleep, unlimited foods, unlimited internet, unlimited time to daydream, unlimited pool, unlimited boredom.

Summer has always been one of the best times of the year. Last year was a good one. This year is even better.

Not a lot of extraordinary things happened though but the very simple things i did almost defined the person that i am now. Here are some of those:


1. Friends’ graduation. My best friends and other closest friends were all over college. I’m not and it’s ok.

2. Battling with my sick life. Getting over you-who-must-not-be-named was tough. Really. Finally (with emphasis), I am over you and we both have our separate lives to live. Yiiihah!

3. Parties and lesser bisyo. You read it right — lesser yosi, lesser beer, lesser night parties (?), no drugs. Resumes by the day I see Joan.

4. Thesis data gathering. Realizing my thesis is not as easy as how I thought about it during the proposal. Fuck.

5. Being hired.Β  Responsibility. That’s it.

6. Rai going somewhere for ‘good.’ Wait for me there, dami pang plano.


Anyway, it’s a different bus-ride tomorrow. No more Rea. T_T


But a lot excited for the new boarding house and the new roommate.

More parteys. More reasons to smile.

God bless my “hopefully last” semester. *cheers*

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Naturally free-minded, blithe and light-hearted.

An innate talker who sometimes seems to be not sensible but actually is sensible.

Most of the time frisky and fun to be with.

Inquisitive, always one brave soul, observant and cool.

Secretly secretive.

Everybody’s friend and nobody’s enemy.

-Rea, best buddy


VINCENT AMORIO. A super ordinary masculine name added to a not-so-famous family name. A name given to a baby boy after his parents’ favorite song by Don McLean. Two names that mean much to him. Two names that he wanted to associate to and to speak for himself: Vincent, derived from a Latin verb ‘vincere‘ meaning ‘to conquer’ and Amorio, a Spanish term for love-making.

I was born and raised in the nondescript town of Polomolok, 20-kilometer from the nearest city, 60-kilometer from the region’s capital… a walk away from nowhere. I was born to a family with two other boisterous boys and one lovely girl, in our 328 square-meter kingdom.

Twenty summers have passed since then. The years taught me lots of lessons and left special marks in my being. As I trudged on through my journey, many people I have met…many learning I have derived, and all of these have aggregated to mold me. Life remains good. God has always been giving.

(This was a part of my paper in my intercultural communication subject. An autobiography.)

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