Monday, October 31, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
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I want him to be weird. (The kind of weird I enjoy and understand please, thanks.)
Do you think that guy is weird?
No. But being weird isn't in the way a person looks.
It doesn't mean that when he's tall, looks good, mukhang mabango (looks like he smells good)
and mabango (smells good), it doesn't mean he's not weird.
One's weirdness is a scratch in the surface.
Not everyone are outwardly weird.
But I want him (if there's really a him) to have a beautiful mind.
BEAUTIFUL MIND. (the way I understand/appreciate a beautiful mind)
*Why all the qualifications? One word. UNIVERSE. :D
Do you think that guy is weird?
No. But being weird isn't in the way a person looks.
It doesn't mean that when he's tall, looks good, mukhang mabango (looks like he smells good)
and mabango (smells good), it doesn't mean he's not weird.
One's weirdness is a scratch in the surface.
Not everyone are outwardly weird.
But I want him (if there's really a him) to have a beautiful mind.
BEAUTIFUL MIND. (the way I understand/appreciate a beautiful mind)
*Why all the qualifications? One word. UNIVERSE. :D
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Even though I am currently blogging, I have to admit I forgot how to write. How I used to write.
I can only write fragments of my thoughts and there's no continuity in them.
Maybe that's why I entitle my posts with SNIPPETS.
Maybe because I can no longer hold some thoughts and sit them down and converse with them and turn
them into the things that they should be.
Maybe because I lost the touch or maybe I just got lazy.
And maybe I became complacent.
But I miss my writings. I want to write they way I did in college.
At least the continuity of thoughts.
I need that.
How do you get that back?
How do you get back something you wholly own and yet walked out on you?
I can only write fragments of my thoughts and there's no continuity in them.
Maybe that's why I entitle my posts with SNIPPETS.
Maybe because I can no longer hold some thoughts and sit them down and converse with them and turn
them into the things that they should be.
Maybe because I lost the touch or maybe I just got lazy.
And maybe I became complacent.
But I miss my writings. I want to write they way I did in college.
At least the continuity of thoughts.
I need that.
How do you get that back?
How do you get back something you wholly own and yet walked out on you?
Friday, October 28, 2011
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I should read more to write more.
What I mean is, the more I read other people's blog, the more inspired I am to write.
It makes me want to write beautiful thoughts with beautiful words, in different meanings. :D
Ah...writing. I hope to see myself in front of the computer typing, one of these next few days. :D
What I mean is, the more I read other people's blog, the more inspired I am to write.
It makes me want to write beautiful thoughts with beautiful words, in different meanings. :D
Ah...writing. I hope to see myself in front of the computer typing, one of these next few days. :D
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*RE-MOURNING HUNGER GAMES SERIES courtesy of payi.
great! just great! hahaha
* i just realized the obvious...hehehe...there would be no office on november 1, tuesday. HAHAHA...much time for reading, or watching, or updating my planner or oh! the endless possibilities. :D And yeah we don't really practice the All Saints' Day. We just pray for the souls and have mass cards for them. Since, our province is a 12 hour bus ride. :S
great! just great! hahaha
* i just realized the obvious...hehehe...there would be no office on november 1, tuesday. HAHAHA...much time for reading, or watching, or updating my planner or oh! the endless possibilities. :D And yeah we don't really practice the All Saints' Day. We just pray for the souls and have mass cards for them. Since, our province is a 12 hour bus ride. :S
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My early morning blessings in disguise. Thank you UNIVERSE! I so appreciate it. Sa uulitin. Now, I understand the temporary drought, in which when you were just saying "Wait lang! Sineset ko pa mabuti yung stage!" I LOVE IT! :D :D :D
and now, I love Fridays. :D Like most people do. :D
Here I am thinking, residing and no longer believing to the fact that just because you are suffering, sacrificing, or just plain frustrated about a situation, the universe is preparing something BIG for you. I gave up on that idea. I mean just because you are having a hard time doesn't mean there's a reward or a gift in return. Life doesn't work that way. Most of the time. Because today I live corrected. :D And I am not complaining.
Again. Thank you UNIVERSE! And again, Sa uulitin. :D
and now, I love Fridays. :D Like most people do. :D
Here I am thinking, residing and no longer believing to the fact that just because you are suffering, sacrificing, or just plain frustrated about a situation, the universe is preparing something BIG for you. I gave up on that idea. I mean just because you are having a hard time doesn't mean there's a reward or a gift in return. Life doesn't work that way. Most of the time. Because today I live corrected. :D And I am not complaining.
Again. Thank you UNIVERSE! And again, Sa uulitin. :D
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
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Can I say something now? Now that I feel like saying something?
*I feel like explaining why I am reading both "Eat Pray Love" and "One Day" at the same time.
I am reading "Eat Pray Love" now, because that's really what is next in line.
I only have the e-book so I only read it while I am waiting for the next van to arrive.
And I am reading "One Day" because Sarah let me read her book even before she can.
I've been wanting to read "One Day" because I like the look of the book. Hehehe.
*And since we are talking about books, I'd like to let you know, if you haven't deduce it yet that I LOVE
LOVE LOVE LOVE BOOKS. I swear. I couldn't even remember a time in my life when I am not reading
or even just holding a book. That being said, I just want to say that no matter how much or how big
is my love for books I would choose quality time with the people I love over a good book. ALWAYS.
Why am I saying this? It's because I couldn't wrap my comprehension in the fact that people trade
precious moments with loved ones and read. For example, why would you miss a chance to listen to
your grandparents' stories and read a book? Why would you miss spending time with your father, mother
or sisters because of a book? Time is ticking guys. The books, they are written. Permanent. They won't go
away. As to people, they are ticking and so are you. I would choose spending time with my relatives and
friends over a book because they are not always there and when they are there you make the most out
of the time they are willing to share. And I would rather spend time with my father, mother and especially my
little sisters, even if they are always there, JUST BECAUSE. I mean, I don't want to look at our pictures
many years from now and have this awful feeling of regret of not spending more time with them.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
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I bob in and out of reality.
That's generally how I am these past few days.
I feel no inspiration.
I couldn't even imagine the euphoria I have experienced a few weeks ago.
Uninspired.
Non-euphoric.
I need magic.
Universe, please.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
snippets 116
I start the "office day" learning some italian courtesy of yahoo. http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/food/how-to-order-at-an-italian-restaurant-without-sounding-dumb-or-pretentious-2588378/#photoViewer=7
I love Italian food but I am one to admit I don't know how to pronounce them. Hehehe. Whenever I don't know the pronunciation, I just point it at the menu and let the waiter/waitress say it aloud. Hehehe. Geez me!
Anyway, I spent a good 20 minutes in the van that I rode this morning with only one of my butt-cheeks comfortably sitting and the other, well the space were only good for one butt-cheek. :p
Hemingway, a white flag is hanging inside my brain halfway to Makati. I can't help but think of Dido's "White flag" although, I am not quite familiar with the song (and my image of a white flag means I am surrendering, unlike in the song). Then something of the minute scale happened (twice) and the song swung from "white flag" to The Beatles' "I want to hold your hand" (the song changed happened in the first occurrence.) I wonder what the Universe is telling me. And I wonder if it thinks I will get it. Does it mean, here's the best for last so I should cling to the white flag OR halt! don't wave the white flag just yet! ay...caramba! Dear Future Self, I hope you'd understand this and remember the moment when you get to read this, sometime in the future. I hope you're well right there and if ever you're not I hope this memory would make you smile, feel giddy (the way I haven't right now) or even just silly. Ah...cheers for my future self! Hold on! :D :D :D
On to last night, I've watched the most affecting episode of Criminal Minds last night with my sisters. This is due to Sarah's wanting to watch said episode. Episode 9 Season 5. I cried. I am sorry but I cried. It's just it's Hotchner for christ's sake. Tsss. My high school self wouldn't tolerate this. You see, I don't cry unless I am all alone in my room and still I hide it. But I guess I am growing older because I like the fact of me crying on books, movies and tv. I am happy about the fact that I can feel these things. It's like a release, a therapy or even a shake from somewhere that tells me, "Hey, it's okay to cry, scream, laugh out loud and even talk to yourself." It is okay, if not great, to feel, to be moved and to be affected. It's human and I think it is food for the soul. Although, I am starting to feel quesy about the phrase "food for the soul". It's too self-centered still even if it is about one's soul.
Oh and I ate three different junk foods last night. 1. Lay's 2. some Cheetos 3. A whole pack of Chippy.
*I'll just say that what I like the most about our (my father's) jukebox is that when it plays a good old song I've never heard of. It feels more vintage that way. Unfamiliar good old music playing in the jukebox is like being transported to a time I didn't exist.
I love Italian food but I am one to admit I don't know how to pronounce them. Hehehe. Whenever I don't know the pronunciation, I just point it at the menu and let the waiter/waitress say it aloud. Hehehe. Geez me!
Anyway, I spent a good 20 minutes in the van that I rode this morning with only one of my butt-cheeks comfortably sitting and the other, well the space were only good for one butt-cheek. :p
Hemingway, a white flag is hanging inside my brain halfway to Makati. I can't help but think of Dido's "White flag" although, I am not quite familiar with the song (and my image of a white flag means I am surrendering, unlike in the song). Then something of the minute scale happened (twice) and the song swung from "white flag" to The Beatles' "I want to hold your hand" (the song changed happened in the first occurrence.) I wonder what the Universe is telling me. And I wonder if it thinks I will get it. Does it mean, here's the best for last so I should cling to the white flag OR halt! don't wave the white flag just yet! ay...caramba! Dear Future Self, I hope you'd understand this and remember the moment when you get to read this, sometime in the future. I hope you're well right there and if ever you're not I hope this memory would make you smile, feel giddy (the way I haven't right now) or even just silly. Ah...cheers for my future self! Hold on! :D :D :D
On to last night, I've watched the most affecting episode of Criminal Minds last night with my sisters. This is due to Sarah's wanting to watch said episode. Episode 9 Season 5. I cried. I am sorry but I cried. It's just it's Hotchner for christ's sake. Tsss. My high school self wouldn't tolerate this. You see, I don't cry unless I am all alone in my room and still I hide it. But I guess I am growing older because I like the fact of me crying on books, movies and tv. I am happy about the fact that I can feel these things. It's like a release, a therapy or even a shake from somewhere that tells me, "Hey, it's okay to cry, scream, laugh out loud and even talk to yourself." It is okay, if not great, to feel, to be moved and to be affected. It's human and I think it is food for the soul. Although, I am starting to feel quesy about the phrase "food for the soul". It's too self-centered still even if it is about one's soul.
Oh and I ate three different junk foods last night. 1. Lay's 2. some Cheetos 3. A whole pack of Chippy.
*I'll just say that what I like the most about our (my father's) jukebox is that when it plays a good old song I've never heard of. It feels more vintage that way. Unfamiliar good old music playing in the jukebox is like being transported to a time I didn't exist.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
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"I've had the most incredible 10 years of my life on 'Harry Potter. It's been the year of the longest goodbye in the world, and it is a very, very sad thing, but we just had the most amazing, amazing time," says Radcliffe.
That's Daniel Radcliffe to you. Source:http://blog.zap2it.com/pop2it/2011/10/daniel-radcliffe-accepts-scream-awards-for-deathly-hallows-part-2.html
It is true for me and for probably a thousand people on earth who grew up with Harry Potter.
The longest goodbye. And even if you'd try to say, "I'd never say goodbye to Harry", you know it is necessary. It is necessary to let go of the boy who lived. Not because you have outgrew him. No, because the boy with the lightning scar would never leave you. He'd sit still in the recesses of your heart and your brain. Together with all the characters that filled your growing up years. You have to let go of Harry and everybody because you have to pave way for new characters. For new stories, for new friends that would fill your mind for awhile and scar you forever.
I've just finished the Hunger Games. Fell in love with Katniss, Peeta, Prim, Rue, Cinna, Gale, Annie, Wiress and most specially Finnick. (hehehe). I've welcomed them with suspense on my toes and I've said goodbye with scars in my psychological tissues. And I haven't moved on to another book since. But I plan to. When you finish the Hunger Games series you'd probably need counseling too just like when you finish the HP series.
It was also nice that while I was reading Mockingjay, my sister Sarina were reading Order of the Phoenix. It's like meeting in a timeline, meeting in different worlds we have been to. :D because I've read the Order of the Phoenix (twice) sometime ago and she read Mockingjay before I did. Oh crap! I hope you get my drift cause I don't feel like articulating this concept as of the moment.
The thing is I came across the quote above yesterday. Just as I finished the Hunger Games. Harry is waving his hands again. Reminding me that November is coming and that the final dvd of the best story ever told in the whole universe would be released. :D And I'd be having marathons again.
Ayah! I hope it's November already, because even if I kept it at bay, I miss Harry already.
That's Daniel Radcliffe to you. Source:http://blog.zap2it.com/pop2it/2011/10/daniel-radcliffe-accepts-scream-awards-for-deathly-hallows-part-2.html
It is true for me and for probably a thousand people on earth who grew up with Harry Potter.
The longest goodbye. And even if you'd try to say, "I'd never say goodbye to Harry", you know it is necessary. It is necessary to let go of the boy who lived. Not because you have outgrew him. No, because the boy with the lightning scar would never leave you. He'd sit still in the recesses of your heart and your brain. Together with all the characters that filled your growing up years. You have to let go of Harry and everybody because you have to pave way for new characters. For new stories, for new friends that would fill your mind for awhile and scar you forever.
I've just finished the Hunger Games. Fell in love with Katniss, Peeta, Prim, Rue, Cinna, Gale, Annie, Wiress and most specially Finnick. (hehehe). I've welcomed them with suspense on my toes and I've said goodbye with scars in my psychological tissues. And I haven't moved on to another book since. But I plan to. When you finish the Hunger Games series you'd probably need counseling too just like when you finish the HP series.
It was also nice that while I was reading Mockingjay, my sister Sarina were reading Order of the Phoenix. It's like meeting in a timeline, meeting in different worlds we have been to. :D because I've read the Order of the Phoenix (twice) sometime ago and she read Mockingjay before I did. Oh crap! I hope you get my drift cause I don't feel like articulating this concept as of the moment.
The thing is I came across the quote above yesterday. Just as I finished the Hunger Games. Harry is waving his hands again. Reminding me that November is coming and that the final dvd of the best story ever told in the whole universe would be released. :D And I'd be having marathons again.
Ayah! I hope it's November already, because even if I kept it at bay, I miss Harry already.
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According to google translate, "kathang-sip" translates to "fiction" and "likhang-isip" translates to "imagination". Why do I have to google translate these words? Because sometimes you fall in the trap of your own native language. I'd understand these words when I hear them but it won't register as direct fiction and imagination in english. Just like "hunyango" is chameleon, right at the tip of your tongue. Or that "kahel" is orange. Right?
Anyway, I wanted to write short stories, the way I did in college and the occasional poems, which I used to write in a daily basis way back in high school. :D
I wanted to entitle my short story and poem entries with fiction or imagination although they sound too fake for me. I don't know. Fake or cheesy. Because they make me squeak inwardly. I mean seriously? Entitling entries such as "fiction 001" just sounds too self-proclaimed or imposing. I don't know. And "imagination 001" would be just so cheesy and self-incriminating. I wouldn't be able to tolerate myself. Hahaha.
Last night, I asked Sarina about the translations of these words because she's the word authority in our family. She got kathang-isip mixed with imagination. Then she made me doubt if there's such a word as likhaing-isip. Through the 3rd paragraph of this entry I am pretty sure I am gonna use likhang-isip because it is what I've been rooting for since the idea came across my mind. Now, I am probably be tossing coins to know which title I would use. Gah. The seriousness of things I debate myself with. GAH.
oh well towel! :D
Anyway, I wanted to write short stories, the way I did in college and the occasional poems, which I used to write in a daily basis way back in high school. :D
I wanted to entitle my short story and poem entries with fiction or imagination although they sound too fake for me. I don't know. Fake or cheesy. Because they make me squeak inwardly. I mean seriously? Entitling entries such as "fiction 001" just sounds too self-proclaimed or imposing. I don't know. And "imagination 001" would be just so cheesy and self-incriminating. I wouldn't be able to tolerate myself. Hahaha.
Last night, I asked Sarina about the translations of these words because she's the word authority in our family. She got kathang-isip mixed with imagination. Then she made me doubt if there's such a word as likhaing-isip. Through the 3rd paragraph of this entry I am pretty sure I am gonna use likhang-isip because it is what I've been rooting for since the idea came across my mind. Now, I am probably be tossing coins to know which title I would use. Gah. The seriousness of things I debate myself with. GAH.
oh well towel! :D
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
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What do you want me to say?
Last last Sunday is still waiting to be posted.
Last last Monday gripping thoughts are still stuck in my phone.
Photos are awaiting to be uploaded.
This blog is wanting of the words I have to describe a few sessions of "The Beatles Rockband" with my sisters.
A recount of a couple of pizzas.
A parade of luxury cars and big luxury motorbikes.
Grandmother stories.
Our recessive genes.
The offense I took when my father told me and my sisters that we are not clever. I took it personal.
The awkwardness, the confusion, and the heart break to see my grandfather cry.
The memory of one of my uncles crying and the fact that he said his father didn't love him and he wouldn't cry.
A constant supply of chocolates (not that I am complaining).
The feel like we were volunteering for a cause last saturday, only it is not a cause and it involves tons and tons of old paper works. And that we have to do it again this saturday.
The frustration and clinging hope of my soul card reading session.
The recent happiness and pride of the new CPA board passers. :D
The fact that I am now having my first year anniversary with ",CPA".
And not having the funds/budget to celebrate it. Even just on my own.
Sitting next to one of the guys I like.
Hours on end singing with my sister, a couple of songs with my father and a few songs watched by my grandmother.
Annoying group messages from a former classmate.
Of hunyangos and lawyers.
Of bitter pills that are hard to swallow. (figurative)
The haunting and the fact that I am forever scarred of the "Hunger Games".
The fact that I can't think of a perfect book to follow that series. (Although, I am thinking of "Eat Pray Love", I haven't transferred it to my e-book yet.)
How I am having second thoughts who is the brightest among the four of us (me and my sisters).
And how that makes me think how unintelligent I am.
Of annoying intrusions and invasion of personal spaces. That irks me to the bones.
My growing resentment of going home at five and whole day Saturdays.
My mother's annoying comments about faith.
And here, I'd like to say, that my faith is not confined in the four walls of the Catholic Church.
I am fine enough with my current relationship with God.
And here, I'd like to say, that I am only a Roman Catholic in paper and a theist by practice.
I am pretty sure God doesn't neglect those who "forget" (under my mothers distorted way of things).
God is not a human being He is a God and therefore I believe He doesn't operate like how people who are "know-it-alls" and "always right" do. And I don't see my prayers as sacrifices.
Anyway Hemingway, I am lagging. In so many things.
And I am malcontent. And I am wishing I am not.
And I am pissed off that my mother questions my planned leave. And it is all I can do to keep myself from shouting at her, "How dare you!"
I know. The greatest challenge with my work right now is my mother. I swear.
Although the monster that keeps telling me "I can't do this for the rest of my life" (being an auditor or doing accounting) is sometimes at bay and sometimes, I can convince myself that it is okay to WORK (meaning to be an auditor/partner in the future). Deep in me, I know, it's a lie. And if there's no other way out, then I am doomed. And will never find happiness in my work.
This entry is turning into a hateful rant instead of an unending recap.
Ayah! I wish I could play the drums of our wii and have my "Audrey Hepburn" marathon this Sunday. And I am looking forward to the fact that I could wake up at 8 am this coming Sunday. :D :D :D. Oh! me and my reconciliation with my love for sleep. :D
And I self-proclaim that Adele's "Set Fire to the Rain" is Katniss and Peeta's soundtrack. Thank you very much! :D
Last last Sunday is still waiting to be posted.
Last last Monday gripping thoughts are still stuck in my phone.
Photos are awaiting to be uploaded.
This blog is wanting of the words I have to describe a few sessions of "The Beatles Rockband" with my sisters.
A recount of a couple of pizzas.
A parade of luxury cars and big luxury motorbikes.
Grandmother stories.
Our recessive genes.
The offense I took when my father told me and my sisters that we are not clever. I took it personal.
The awkwardness, the confusion, and the heart break to see my grandfather cry.
The memory of one of my uncles crying and the fact that he said his father didn't love him and he wouldn't cry.
A constant supply of chocolates (not that I am complaining).
The feel like we were volunteering for a cause last saturday, only it is not a cause and it involves tons and tons of old paper works. And that we have to do it again this saturday.
The frustration and clinging hope of my soul card reading session.
The recent happiness and pride of the new CPA board passers. :D
The fact that I am now having my first year anniversary with ",CPA".
And not having the funds/budget to celebrate it. Even just on my own.
Sitting next to one of the guys I like.
Hours on end singing with my sister, a couple of songs with my father and a few songs watched by my grandmother.
Annoying group messages from a former classmate.
Of hunyangos and lawyers.
Of bitter pills that are hard to swallow. (figurative)
The haunting and the fact that I am forever scarred of the "Hunger Games".
The fact that I can't think of a perfect book to follow that series. (Although, I am thinking of "Eat Pray Love", I haven't transferred it to my e-book yet.)
How I am having second thoughts who is the brightest among the four of us (me and my sisters).
And how that makes me think how unintelligent I am.
Of annoying intrusions and invasion of personal spaces. That irks me to the bones.
My growing resentment of going home at five and whole day Saturdays.
My mother's annoying comments about faith.
And here, I'd like to say, that my faith is not confined in the four walls of the Catholic Church.
I am fine enough with my current relationship with God.
And here, I'd like to say, that I am only a Roman Catholic in paper and a theist by practice.
I am pretty sure God doesn't neglect those who "forget" (under my mothers distorted way of things).
God is not a human being He is a God and therefore I believe He doesn't operate like how people who are "know-it-alls" and "always right" do. And I don't see my prayers as sacrifices.
Anyway Hemingway, I am lagging. In so many things.
And I am malcontent. And I am wishing I am not.
And I am pissed off that my mother questions my planned leave. And it is all I can do to keep myself from shouting at her, "How dare you!"
I know. The greatest challenge with my work right now is my mother. I swear.
Although the monster that keeps telling me "I can't do this for the rest of my life" (being an auditor or doing accounting) is sometimes at bay and sometimes, I can convince myself that it is okay to WORK (meaning to be an auditor/partner in the future). Deep in me, I know, it's a lie. And if there's no other way out, then I am doomed. And will never find happiness in my work.
This entry is turning into a hateful rant instead of an unending recap.
Ayah! I wish I could play the drums of our wii and have my "Audrey Hepburn" marathon this Sunday. And I am looking forward to the fact that I could wake up at 8 am this coming Sunday. :D :D :D. Oh! me and my reconciliation with my love for sleep. :D
And I self-proclaim that Adele's "Set Fire to the Rain" is Katniss and Peeta's soundtrack. Thank you very much! :D
Friday, October 14, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
snippets 109
aka: of make-up and books.
Can I just say, I just read one of Myla's entry http://acrosslovelysunshine.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-i-want.html, that's why my thoughts are of course, more likely than not, would tread on same waters.
Ergo, that of make-up. Now and forward, I know I won't be able to keep up with the demands of putting make-up on and off, everyday. I could barely keep up with keeping my dark spots at bay and the rest of my hygiene regimen. Another thing is, in my current mind set, I am not a fan of make-up. I am so sorry, Yi. Yes, I would admit that some time last year, I wanted to learn the ropes of putting make-up on. I even wanted to have "make-up" classes. But that was last year. And some time through this past year, I realize my face gets wildly messed up when I wear make-up. I barely look myself.
I even do that without make-up on, my mother tells me my face morphs. I'd like to agree. Sometimes I startle myself when I look in the mirror. There are also times when I wake up and I headed straight to the mirror and get freak out on the things that have changed ever since I slept. They revert to normal most of the time, although I am completely clueless on what really is normal.
Going back to make-up. I rarely wear make-up, full on or otherwise. I only wear make-up full on, on my kindergarten graduation, gradeschool graduation, senior gradball, taking pictures for the high school year book and my sister's 18th birthday. That's it. I swear. I wore a little make-up on my nursery graduation, taking pictures for grade school year book, high scool graduation, one of my college classmates' 18th birthday, a friend's 21st birthday, my college graduation, I am not even sure if I put something on for my oath-taking. Although, there were a few days in college I wore colored eyeliners. :D. And that's about it. :D
As for books, I miss buying "real", tangible books. I miss smelling newly opened book. I even volunteered book-hunting with Payi. Which ended with me finding an online seller instead of your old surveying the bookstores kind of book-hunting. So that's that. :(. Although I am pretty happy to make her happy, she even commented I could really be a "personal shopper". I don't know why I wanted to help, it just feels right. Hahaha. She's lucky, I think, because I am in the mood. :)). She kept asking if I need a commission or something. But I said no. I even told her we should sell the extra "hunger games" book 1. I am looking forward to that. :D
My sister Sarah, has this book entitled "Perfect" by Ellen Hopkins. The story is written in poetry verse. So it's quite interesting. I am also interested with her, Ellen Hopkins', work. I want to collect all the hardbound goodness of them. :D. You'd ask, what is my e-book reader doing among all these? Well, for practicality's sake. My e-book reader is handy and I won't have to spend a lot of money on books that are not collection material. :D This book loving thing, I think it is in my blood. I think I am genetically made up for books. If there's such a thing. :D :D :D
Here's the poem that is at the back of the "Perfect" book. And I grew in so much envy of so many things, the book, the poem, reading and writing, sharing and creating and probably a lot more than those. Anyway, here goes:
HAPPY READING BOOKWORMS! :D
Can I just say, I just read one of Myla's entry http://acrosslovelysunshine.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-i-want.html, that's why my thoughts are of course, more likely than not, would tread on same waters.
Ergo, that of make-up. Now and forward, I know I won't be able to keep up with the demands of putting make-up on and off, everyday. I could barely keep up with keeping my dark spots at bay and the rest of my hygiene regimen. Another thing is, in my current mind set, I am not a fan of make-up. I am so sorry, Yi. Yes, I would admit that some time last year, I wanted to learn the ropes of putting make-up on. I even wanted to have "make-up" classes. But that was last year. And some time through this past year, I realize my face gets wildly messed up when I wear make-up. I barely look myself.
I even do that without make-up on, my mother tells me my face morphs. I'd like to agree. Sometimes I startle myself when I look in the mirror. There are also times when I wake up and I headed straight to the mirror and get freak out on the things that have changed ever since I slept. They revert to normal most of the time, although I am completely clueless on what really is normal.
Going back to make-up. I rarely wear make-up, full on or otherwise. I only wear make-up full on, on my kindergarten graduation, gradeschool graduation, senior gradball, taking pictures for the high school year book and my sister's 18th birthday. That's it. I swear. I wore a little make-up on my nursery graduation, taking pictures for grade school year book, high scool graduation, one of my college classmates' 18th birthday, a friend's 21st birthday, my college graduation, I am not even sure if I put something on for my oath-taking. Although, there were a few days in college I wore colored eyeliners. :D. And that's about it. :D
As for books, I miss buying "real", tangible books. I miss smelling newly opened book. I even volunteered book-hunting with Payi. Which ended with me finding an online seller instead of your old surveying the bookstores kind of book-hunting. So that's that. :(. Although I am pretty happy to make her happy, she even commented I could really be a "personal shopper". I don't know why I wanted to help, it just feels right. Hahaha. She's lucky, I think, because I am in the mood. :)). She kept asking if I need a commission or something. But I said no. I even told her we should sell the extra "hunger games" book 1. I am looking forward to that. :D
My sister Sarah, has this book entitled "Perfect" by Ellen Hopkins. The story is written in poetry verse. So it's quite interesting. I am also interested with her, Ellen Hopkins', work. I want to collect all the hardbound goodness of them. :D. You'd ask, what is my e-book reader doing among all these? Well, for practicality's sake. My e-book reader is handy and I won't have to spend a lot of money on books that are not collection material. :D This book loving thing, I think it is in my blood. I think I am genetically made up for books. If there's such a thing. :D :D :D
Here's the poem that is at the back of the "Perfect" book. And I grew in so much envy of so many things, the book, the poem, reading and writing, sharing and creating and probably a lot more than those. Anyway, here goes:
HAPPY READING BOOKWORMS! :D
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
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I've come across this website http://www.thecapitol.pn/, this lunch, while I was looking for a new wallpaper for my laptop. I went to tumblr and typed "hunger games" and the website came up from one of the posts. I went to the website and immediately got hyped. :D
I even volunteered to look for payi's paperbacks since, she still doesn't have "catching fire" and "mockingjay". I didn't end up with any of the results in tumblr, not even the ones from deviant art. I ended up with something from google. I typed. "may the odds be ever in your favor". So now, my desktop background at the office is this black background with the mockingjay from the cover of "hunger games" and the phrase "may the odds be ever in your favor". ahh...hunger games...because of the searching that got me hyped, I am even considering watching the movie. Which I was certain that I will not watch it. But things changed. HAHAHA. :D "May the odds be ever in your favor!" :D :D :D
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* it's getting harder and harder to wake up nowadays. What with the cold weather and my laziness. I woke up last Monday at 6:01 without an alarm clock, my first thought was "shoot! It's Monday!" and I headed toward my bag and checked the time. :P. Yesterday and today, my mother had to go to our room to wake me up. I even have two series of "two more minutes" of sleeping before taking a bath, yesterday.
* another cute "doodle" from google. :D
* speaking of doodles, i think i've missed one week of doodle. shame on me. my latest doodle is the first genuine doodle of the pack. I did it on the papers provided in our table at Burgoo last Sunday night. I'll upload it later. If I don't hit the sack as immediately as yesterday.
* No progress with "Mocking Jay" whatsoever. I have the feeling it would be my last trilogy this year. But I hope not. I hope very not.
* I want to have an "Audrey Hepburn" marathon this weekend. "My Fair Lady", "Sabrina", "Funny Face", and what's left with "Roman Holiday". But I am robbed off my weekend this week. What with the whole day on Saturday and the visit to Laguna on Sunday. Hay Buhay! So much for planning my own life.
* another cute "doodle" from google. :D
* speaking of doodles, i think i've missed one week of doodle. shame on me. my latest doodle is the first genuine doodle of the pack. I did it on the papers provided in our table at Burgoo last Sunday night. I'll upload it later. If I don't hit the sack as immediately as yesterday.
* No progress with "Mocking Jay" whatsoever. I have the feeling it would be my last trilogy this year. But I hope not. I hope very not.
* I want to have an "Audrey Hepburn" marathon this weekend. "My Fair Lady", "Sabrina", "Funny Face", and what's left with "Roman Holiday". But I am robbed off my weekend this week. What with the whole day on Saturday and the visit to Laguna on Sunday. Hay Buhay! So much for planning my own life.
Monday, October 10, 2011
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*We have this one week of 6 p.m. relief of going home at work. Meaning, we go at five this whole week to balance out our whole day this Saturday. I couldn't believe the magnitude of difference an hour could make. Here comes in the stalking chances. I hope it won't all go to waste. >:3!
*Currently in love with "Set Fire to the Rain" by Adele.
* As of the moment, no progress with "Mocking Jay" due to the purchases of last Sunday. Will be blogging about Sunday, probably tomorrow. I need pictures I haven't taken yet. Hehehe. :D
*Currently in love with "Set Fire to the Rain" by Adele.
* As of the moment, no progress with "Mocking Jay" due to the purchases of last Sunday. Will be blogging about Sunday, probably tomorrow. I need pictures I haven't taken yet. Hehehe. :D
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*Where did my weekend go? and Oh where did my voice go too? There's a double big lump in my throat right now that makes it hard to swallow, and the uneasiness extends to my ears making it a little harder to hear, and yeah there's this scratchiness in my voice that makes it so hard to talk. :S
*I am not sure if I am happy with this weekend or not. First off, it was a rainy saturday. I went to "The Collective" to buy a new set of colognes. To my best of luck, the store where I'd buy my cologne was closed. I even had to ride a cab, which I was trying to evade as much as possible, nowadays. :( Then I walked while drizzling without the use of an umbrella because I didn't feel like bringing it out. Then I have to ride another cab to the mall.
* The cab driver who drove the cab on my way to the mall didn't know how to get there. pfft! He said he is not familiar in the routes of Makati. I didn't mind at the time. It was okay with me. Only we have to run a few circles before he got his grip because Makati is a city full of one ways, no u-turns and no left turns.
* I had this internal dilemma where I would be having my lunch. Debating that I want to eat somewhere where I haven't eaten in a while. And there's this ever pressing thought of my budget. Of all my inner ramblings and pushes and pulls, I ended up eating at Mcdo! yehey! WOW! hahaha.
*After eating at Mcdo, I went to Starbucks and started reading the third book of the "Hunger Games" series. I am either on the 5th or 6th chapter now. I was slow in reading it because of my tendency to people watch and my tendency to drift off when I started people watching. hmp!
*Met up with yi, killed ourselves by going to "Esprit" and even if they were on sale I won't be able to afford any of those things! I need money. No matter what they say. Yi told me some lines about money some one said I couldn't remember who, that we should pray that we should have lesser need for more money. I hope that works. Whatever that means, and whatever it should do. I hope it works.
* Then we met up with my and micki, both of whom we haven't seen since
the great hp anonymous night. All four of us went in circles to get to
"the Link" which they didn't want to talk about. :P. It was the first
time I ride with Myla as the driver. And she's a crazy driver, I enjoyed every
minute of it. :)). Only, I won't ride shotgun if it is Myla who is driving, why? hehehe. Long list of eternal favors. :P
* We went to My's house to celebrate her 23rd birthday. There are a lot of kwentos that invovle "splash island", "no cottages", unicorn tears, dragons' sweat and much gayness from Dio which kept me saying "He's so gay!" most of the night. It took me by surpirse that Migs remembers I cut class in partnership and corporation in second year just to buy the hp book 7. :)). We sang a few songs and had a small girl talk before going off to sleep at around 1 a.m.
* Saturday's lesson of the night: Do not believe 80% of what guys say to you. - Dio Rez Santiago.
* Saturday's lesson of the night: Do not believe 80% of what guys say to you. - Dio Rez Santiago.
*And to that, I'll just blog about a longer Sunday tale later.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
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* newsflash to me: emma watson would be playing "sam" in the upcoming movie "perks of being a wallflower". and here i was thinking nina dobrev would be playing "sam" and emma would be playing mary elizabeth. all along i was delusional. i even told payi my above assumptions. hmp! know-it-all me! :P. just imagine the gasp i made this morning when i found out that emma is playing sam. hmp! anywho, i feel bad about emma lately, i feel she's overexposed nowadays. it breaks my heart to know that my fondness for her is slowly slipping away... come back hermione! come back!
*point in case: I had this silly prayer to God about sitting beside my crush in one of my commutes. With great encouragement from my trusty friend Payi. I even hoped that the ride would take longer than usual, just so the extension of exposure and proximity. Today, that happened. The driver stopped for awhile to get one of his tires some air. Then we have to take another route because there are mmda/police roaming our usual route (fyi: i ride via colurum, a Filipino slang for unregistered public vehicles). Only, the casting is wrong. I want the guy in red! not the tall lanky conyo guy with braces. Lord, next time please. Thank you.
* incidentally, on my way home the guy in red was in the line at our terminal. giddy meter shoots up here. only after less than five minutes he gets to ride home and Camille and I get to be left behind, waiting for the next vehicle. That's when I texted Payi..."lord, bakit niyo ako pinapaasa ng ganito?!"...hahaha...i recounted these things with my sister and she said I am lucky I have the luxury to worry and think about such things. Whereas her, well let's just say she's in college and it's her finals week.
* I picked up one psychology book I bought probably a year ago, entitled "Color Code" last night. I answered the questionnaire that would lead me to my color code and found out that my personality is a mix of red and blue. (There are four color personalities red, blue, white and yellow. One could be dominantly one color or a mix of two colors.) I thought, yey! I am violet! :D Based on the book though, being red and blue is the hardest kind of personality color mix because they are quite the opposite. Probably, that's why I swing from one extreme to another most of the time.
* While answering the questionnaire, I bugged Sarina to help me answer them. And not just once, during the course of answering did she say "it sounds more broken". Meaning she thinks I am broken. Gah! am I broken? Probably. It sounds awful. I feel bad that I am broken and not entirely sure I have the right to be broken. T_T.
* As for my realization I had because of recent events, I realized that yes, I am a person who puts a lot of weight on small things. I get happy about small things. But it is also the small things you do or do not do that breaks me. And sometimes when I get broken, I don't lay there broken, I give cuts to those who broke me. Not on a revenge kind of way. I don't get even I get mad. >:))
* Sarina said I am not easy to please. And I retort but I get pleased with the small things! To which she answered, SPECIFIC small things!. And she even said "this", while drawing an invisible straight line, "is easy to please but this", drawing an up and down wave, "is not easy to please." The up and down wave pertaining to me and my moods and my wants and the SPECIFIC small things. I love my sister she's so good in psycho analyzing me. :)) She indulges me because as much as I like psychoanalyzing people I like to be psychoanalyze too. :D
* On a very happy note, I think, I just finished "Catching Fire" at exactly midnight. So I am not sure if I'd say I've finished it today or last night. Oh pfft!
*point in case: I had this silly prayer to God about sitting beside my crush in one of my commutes. With great encouragement from my trusty friend Payi. I even hoped that the ride would take longer than usual, just so the extension of exposure and proximity. Today, that happened. The driver stopped for awhile to get one of his tires some air. Then we have to take another route because there are mmda/police roaming our usual route (fyi: i ride via colurum, a Filipino slang for unregistered public vehicles). Only, the casting is wrong. I want the guy in red! not the tall lanky conyo guy with braces. Lord, next time please. Thank you.
* incidentally, on my way home the guy in red was in the line at our terminal. giddy meter shoots up here. only after less than five minutes he gets to ride home and Camille and I get to be left behind, waiting for the next vehicle. That's when I texted Payi..."lord, bakit niyo ako pinapaasa ng ganito?!"...hahaha...i recounted these things with my sister and she said I am lucky I have the luxury to worry and think about such things. Whereas her, well let's just say she's in college and it's her finals week.
* I picked up one psychology book I bought probably a year ago, entitled "Color Code" last night. I answered the questionnaire that would lead me to my color code and found out that my personality is a mix of red and blue. (There are four color personalities red, blue, white and yellow. One could be dominantly one color or a mix of two colors.) I thought, yey! I am violet! :D Based on the book though, being red and blue is the hardest kind of personality color mix because they are quite the opposite. Probably, that's why I swing from one extreme to another most of the time.
* While answering the questionnaire, I bugged Sarina to help me answer them. And not just once, during the course of answering did she say "it sounds more broken". Meaning she thinks I am broken. Gah! am I broken? Probably. It sounds awful. I feel bad that I am broken and not entirely sure I have the right to be broken. T_T.
* As for my realization I had because of recent events, I realized that yes, I am a person who puts a lot of weight on small things. I get happy about small things. But it is also the small things you do or do not do that breaks me. And sometimes when I get broken, I don't lay there broken, I give cuts to those who broke me. Not on a revenge kind of way. I don't get even I get mad. >:))
* Sarina said I am not easy to please. And I retort but I get pleased with the small things! To which she answered, SPECIFIC small things!. And she even said "this", while drawing an invisible straight line, "is easy to please but this", drawing an up and down wave, "is not easy to please." The up and down wave pertaining to me and my moods and my wants and the SPECIFIC small things. I love my sister she's so good in psycho analyzing me. :)) She indulges me because as much as I like psychoanalyzing people I like to be psychoanalyze too. :D
* On a very happy note, I think, I just finished "Catching Fire" at exactly midnight. So I am not sure if I'd say I've finished it today or last night. Oh pfft!
Thursday, October 6, 2011
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* I just read this article this morning while browsing FB.
Empowering? Life-changing? Perspective-shifting? I am not sure. Be the judge. But I still want to be a mermaid hahaha! :D and I like whales, like I generally like animals but not as pets.
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I felt like I have a lot less to say these past few days. Or maybe not.
*I have been in a seminar last Monday and my realizations set me on edge. I've saved a few thoughts in my cellphone but I'll just post them when I got home. Why I haven't posted them yet between Monday night and last night? I don't know, it slipped my mind perhaps? Oh well towel, those gripping thoughts would have to wait a little to be published.
* I was greeted with a late thought this morning. Today, is the 6th of October and I completely forgot to make an artwork last week. Deadline supposedly was yesterday. And I was panicking I don't have any concept to put on paper. Good thing, I remembered what I wanted to do last time. :D. Only, I am worried that my time to make it, as always, is limited. What with the want of cash, I have to work for my father and my ever growing frustration with the Hunger Games series.
* Speaking of the Hunger Games series and the frustration it brings me, I am frustrated not in a bad way but in a I-want-to-know-what's-gonna-happen-next-so-I-want-to-keep-reading-but-I-want-to-savor-the-effingly-good-series-I-want-it-to-stretch-for-awhile kind of frustrated.
~with that I envy my friend Akda for having this "What's Off my shelf?" thing on her blog http://kwentuhan.wordpress.com. Only, I am not a computer savvy. But I tried doing it here, only, the dynamic views don't accommodate such addition. And I am not yet ready to let go of the dynamic views so, I have to put up with its downside. Can't have it all, I guess.
* Currently falling in love with Adele's "Rumor has it". :D
* Do you say you're "down with a flu" even if you're not down? Anyway, I have this flu since late Tuesday. I don't really like taking meds for flu because I know, I can "water therapy" my way out of it. Only, my throat sores and I always need something to relieve the sore. I can bear the flu but not the sore throat and the oncoming coughs. :P...
* Our office air-con is down again for the nth time. One of the many reasons the "elements" are giving us to move out. I just hope sir Fred finds a better building and have his feng-shui done as early as possible because I can barely tolerate heat and dirt. Kuya Benjie said out of the blue yesterday, because he's the most heat intolerant of us all and apparently he thought I am more of a heat intolerant between the two of us, "Kaya pala hindi ka naiinitan, meron ka palang "cold"'. O.o!
My mom asked me to move back to her office due to my "sickness" and how the lack of air-con would aggravate my situation. So I am back here, and I am blogging again. Even if there are a lot of things I should do. :P
Sunday, October 2, 2011
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source: http://extremelybeautiful.me/
by now, you should have figured out how i love sky lanterns. :D
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Won't you look at that, just a a little more than a month and I am hitting snippets 100. :D
* I've finished my laundry. Clap clap clap! I know, it's raining but I need to do it. :D One out of my many checklists. :D
*Things that need funding for the next 2 weeks.
* I really want to read "Catching Fire", the second book in the Hunger Games series but I have to do this planner thing. :D
*Oh thy weather, why do you tease me so? Oh thy slumber, why do you call me so?
* I've finished my laundry. Clap clap clap! I know, it's raining but I need to do it. :D One out of my many checklists. :D
*Things that need funding for the next 2 weeks.
- 2 pairs of crocs imitation with heels. One black and one red. Or probably 3 pairs. Throw in some hue of blue. :D So I can still wear heels even on rainy or looming rainy days. :D
- My pending soul card reading which got cancelled due to the reader's hectic schedule.
- Santorini, Noriter, DVDs, Cubao X, and Transportation for Sarina's day out. :D
- Hair cut! @ Tony and Jackey's. Why? Because of the quality. Enough said.
~~~I hope that's about it because I have to do my "sideline" for my father with those ones. And I hope my dtr (daily time register), would be corrected for tomorrow because I have this 601 minutes late per ID system record. :P
* I really want to read "Catching Fire", the second book in the Hunger Games series but I have to do this planner thing. :D
*Oh thy weather, why do you tease me so? Oh thy slumber, why do you call me so?
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aka: of jukeboxes, gramophones, telephones with old dials and siberian huskies.
Let's start with driving. I've almost perfected this maneuver my father wants me to get. He is very particular with parking skills e.g. parking in tiny spaces, timing, etc. Anyway, I love having driving/parking lessons with my father. He guides well and he tries to subtly boost my confidence but he fails on the subtlety. Substance wise I love that my father takes the time and wakes up early on a SUNDAY morning just for teaching me. :D
Anywho, I've mentioned in one of my entries that my father wants a jukebox. So, I canvassed through the internet and found some in Pampanga. Although, they can't show us the jukeboxes at the moment so my father look up this other seller in Bulacan. I contacted the seller. We went there today. All of the time I am texting the seller I am imagining a middle age guy, tall and dark. He would probably wearing some blue sando and all. Yup, I've imagined the nameless contact person as such. Even when the contact person said his/her name is "Miner". I also imagined the location of the jukeboxes at a garage.
Only, I imagined everything wrong. Hehe. "Miner" is a middle aged woman, fair and more than passable. The location of the jukeboxes is inside her cute house. She's a collector and she asks some mechanical people to restore them. The first thing I saw inside their house is a gramophone. That perked me up, instantly. Then the jukeboxes and then some telephones with old dials that I've already mentioned fascinates me. :D
All those and they didn't come quite close to the feeling of hearing the jukebox pick up a disc and play a song. The crisp sound it makes as it is about to play. (If you have no idea, what sound I am talking about, try watching the first part of Westlife's "Uptown Girl" they played the jukebox there in the first part.) I couldn't get over the happiness that sound made me feel. :D. Weird as it sounds but maybe, I just didn't expect to hear such sound in my entire life. hahaha. In all honesty, I don't know why the sound exalted and excited me. I feel like my eyes were dancing as I've heard the sound. :). I never knew, such sound would make me happy. :))
While on our way back home, I told my father how happy I was. And he said he's happy too. Only, he didn't show it because "Miner" might think that she gave the jukebox for us in such a low price. Hehe. I told him, I feel like a kid who went to a candy shop for the first time. I admire "Miner" and what she's doing. She's not collecting and restoring these things for a living, or for a business. She's doing it because she loves doing it. It's a great hobby and she shares that hobby with the world. I like the way she's so enthusiastic in helping us, not because she's a seller but just because she's happy to share. :D I hope when the time comes or even now, I could enjoy a great hobby and be able to share it. :D
On to more mundane things. My father does this 60 flights of stairs every Sunday at QMC. I only do 20. The doctor said 5 flights a day is already healthy. While in QMC, I've seen this cute black dog. It was too playful for my camera to get a good shot at him. There were also this beautiful pack of Siberian Huskies, the world's (me) favorite dog breed. Anywho, I've failed to get a picture of them because even if they have leashes and they are my favorite breed, I am still quite scared of dogs. :)).
Let's start with driving. I've almost perfected this maneuver my father wants me to get. He is very particular with parking skills e.g. parking in tiny spaces, timing, etc. Anyway, I love having driving/parking lessons with my father. He guides well and he tries to subtly boost my confidence but he fails on the subtlety. Substance wise I love that my father takes the time and wakes up early on a SUNDAY morning just for teaching me. :D
Anywho, I've mentioned in one of my entries that my father wants a jukebox. So, I canvassed through the internet and found some in Pampanga. Although, they can't show us the jukeboxes at the moment so my father look up this other seller in Bulacan. I contacted the seller. We went there today. All of the time I am texting the seller I am imagining a middle age guy, tall and dark. He would probably wearing some blue sando and all. Yup, I've imagined the nameless contact person as such. Even when the contact person said his/her name is "Miner". I also imagined the location of the jukeboxes at a garage.
Only, I imagined everything wrong. Hehe. "Miner" is a middle aged woman, fair and more than passable. The location of the jukeboxes is inside her cute house. She's a collector and she asks some mechanical people to restore them. The first thing I saw inside their house is a gramophone. That perked me up, instantly. Then the jukeboxes and then some telephones with old dials that I've already mentioned fascinates me. :D
All those and they didn't come quite close to the feeling of hearing the jukebox pick up a disc and play a song. The crisp sound it makes as it is about to play. (If you have no idea, what sound I am talking about, try watching the first part of Westlife's "Uptown Girl" they played the jukebox there in the first part.) I couldn't get over the happiness that sound made me feel. :D. Weird as it sounds but maybe, I just didn't expect to hear such sound in my entire life. hahaha. In all honesty, I don't know why the sound exalted and excited me. I feel like my eyes were dancing as I've heard the sound. :). I never knew, such sound would make me happy. :))
While on our way back home, I told my father how happy I was. And he said he's happy too. Only, he didn't show it because "Miner" might think that she gave the jukebox for us in such a low price. Hehe. I told him, I feel like a kid who went to a candy shop for the first time. I admire "Miner" and what she's doing. She's not collecting and restoring these things for a living, or for a business. She's doing it because she loves doing it. It's a great hobby and she shares that hobby with the world. I like the way she's so enthusiastic in helping us, not because she's a seller but just because she's happy to share. :D I hope when the time comes or even now, I could enjoy a great hobby and be able to share it. :D
On to more mundane things. My father does this 60 flights of stairs every Sunday at QMC. I only do 20. The doctor said 5 flights a day is already healthy. While in QMC, I've seen this cute black dog. It was too playful for my camera to get a good shot at him. There were also this beautiful pack of Siberian Huskies, the world's (me) favorite dog breed. Anywho, I've failed to get a picture of them because even if they have leashes and they are my favorite breed, I am still quite scared of dogs. :)).
Saturday, October 1, 2011
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There it goes. I have finally watched "Breakfast at Tiffany's" after many many years of attempt. And every one of those many many years, I always thought that it would be in black and white. Surprise, surprise! It's in colored film. :D
Anyway Hemingway, I didn't get the movie though. Although Audrey Hepburn as Holly Golightly is so beautiful and quirky. I didn't understand how it became a hit though or a classic for that matter. Or maybe, I just don't get this kind of things. Did I miss something? I don't know. At least, there's one out of the never ending checklist of mine of things to watch. :D
As for another checklist, my laundry pile is getting higher but it's too lazy a saturday to wash clothes. Just so you know, I only wash clothes that I don't like any one else to launder. Like my denim jeans, my dresses, my cardigans, my hogwarts houses shirts and newly bought clothes.
I wondered if the notes application in my mobile phone could translate into a notepad file in computers, I checked and it does. This is so, when I am thinking of things worth pondering about and I am not in front of a trusty computer or while I'm commuting I could still "blog" these things. And all I have to do when I got home or at the office, is send it to my laptop, copy, paste to blogspot and voila! No need to wait to be home or at the office. :D Thoughts SAVED! :D
This past week had been hectic for me. There were so much to do and still are. And I am feeling duller by the minute! I hope I won't go dull and I hope I won't have to have the "adult perspective" of things. Because honestly, that blows! Big time! I'd hate my future self if ever I would shed this "young perspective".
I hope inspiration comes my way and I want to be happy as a bee again. It's not good down here. Negative energies abound. Please, please send me some inspiration and happiness. Thank you! :D
I am scared of getting away from my laptop. I am scared of the bed calling my name. I hate to waste an early night sleeping, which I have been doing this past week. :P
So much to learn, so much to be. But for now, I am signing out and gonna scavenge some good old book. :D
Anyway Hemingway, I didn't get the movie though. Although Audrey Hepburn as Holly Golightly is so beautiful and quirky. I didn't understand how it became a hit though or a classic for that matter. Or maybe, I just don't get this kind of things. Did I miss something? I don't know. At least, there's one out of the never ending checklist of mine of things to watch. :D
As for another checklist, my laundry pile is getting higher but it's too lazy a saturday to wash clothes. Just so you know, I only wash clothes that I don't like any one else to launder. Like my denim jeans, my dresses, my cardigans, my hogwarts houses shirts and newly bought clothes.
I wondered if the notes application in my mobile phone could translate into a notepad file in computers, I checked and it does. This is so, when I am thinking of things worth pondering about and I am not in front of a trusty computer or while I'm commuting I could still "blog" these things. And all I have to do when I got home or at the office, is send it to my laptop, copy, paste to blogspot and voila! No need to wait to be home or at the office. :D Thoughts SAVED! :D
This past week had been hectic for me. There were so much to do and still are. And I am feeling duller by the minute! I hope I won't go dull and I hope I won't have to have the "adult perspective" of things. Because honestly, that blows! Big time! I'd hate my future self if ever I would shed this "young perspective".
I hope inspiration comes my way and I want to be happy as a bee again. It's not good down here. Negative energies abound. Please, please send me some inspiration and happiness. Thank you! :D
I am scared of getting away from my laptop. I am scared of the bed calling my name. I hate to waste an early night sleeping, which I have been doing this past week. :P
So much to learn, so much to be. But for now, I am signing out and gonna scavenge some good old book. :D
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