Saturday, December 31, 2011
snippets 170
The year-end list itch.
Because, it is the only year that I have
the real itch of making a year-ender list.
1.
The first time I watched the
same movie 4 times in the cinema house. (HP 7 pt2)
2.
The first time I watched alone
in the movie house.
3.
First listened to an audio
book.
4.
First read an ebook
5.
The year I started purchasing
online.
6.
Bought myself two cameras. :D
7.
Watched a foreigner’s concert
8.
Watched a concert with the
twins
9.
I started driving again. And
lately, I want to drive for real. :D
10.
Banapple came into my life
11.
Bought original dvds.
12.
Bought five shoes at a time.
13.
The year I learned I want to
change my religion
14.
Cubao expo
15.
Tour de manile (which I haven’t
blogged about yet)
16.
I realized that beautiful minds
make me happy. :D
17.
Longest hair ever! So goes with
more experiments with it. :D
18.
My happiest birthday so far… :D
19.
The year I got over taylor
swift J
20.
A reintroduction to Jason Mraz
one of the best things that ever happened to me.
21.
The year I learned to listen to
the radio. :D
22.
Adele
23.
Hunger Games
24.
Filipino Independent Films.
25.
Date a girl who reads – by
rosemarie urquico
26.
LRT and MRT rides, bus rides
and taxi rides, tricycle rides
27.
Epiphany that short stories
leave deeper scars.
28.
The year I tried to improve my
grammar.
29.
The year I learned I’d rather
be happy than successful
30.
The year I learned to
appreciate Steve Carell and a growing fascination to Ryan Gosling
31.
The year I realized I have one
too many crushes that I even forget some of them to last me a lifetime.
32.
Beautiful Mess – Jason Mraz
33.
How I love Starbucks’ French
toast and the heartbreaking reality that it is just in promo.
34.
Got my fortune told
35.
I learned to really really
appreciate Pride and Prejudice
36.
That I realized Maroon 5 lasts
long in the industry because it’s their songs not their brand that people love.
So goes, with Anne Hathaway, it’s the characters she portrays and not her brand
that at least, I love. :D
37.
“Aal izz well” – Ranchodas
chanchad/Mr. Wangdu, three idiots.
38.
SUBTITLES. SUBTITLES AND
SUBTITLES. SUBTITLES PLEASE. VERY VERY IMPORTANT THANK YOU! :D
39.
The year I learned to ask for
treats. :D You see no one can read minds, you have to say what you want and
when you want it because things don’t just fall on your lap from the skies or
from anywhere for that matter.
40.
The benefits of safety
pins. :D
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
snippets 169
This is not a depressed/sawi post.
It is just a thought that hit my head while on commute this morning.
"I am willing, able and ready to fall in love with him again (and again)
but I am pretty sure he would never fall in love with me."
:P
This is a fact and I am indifferent about it.
Disclaimer: Again, I am not depressed nor am I sawi. It's just
one of my too many mini realizations in life that comes
my way lately and fortunately I get to account.
It is just a thought that hit my head while on commute this morning.
"I am willing, able and ready to fall in love with him again (and again)
but I am pretty sure he would never fall in love with me."
:P
This is a fact and I am indifferent about it.
Disclaimer: Again, I am not depressed nor am I sawi. It's just
one of my too many mini realizations in life that comes
my way lately and fortunately I get to account.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
snippets 167
Isa akong batang saturated.
Saturated sa pagbabasa.
Saturated sa pagpapanggap na abala.
Saturated sa kakahintay ng six o' clock.
Saturated sa pag-aattempt na manood ng movies na hindi ko pa napapanood
at movies na napanood ko na.
Saturated sa pag-iipon
dahil ang hirap mag-ipon
at ang kaunti pa lang ng naipon ko.
Saturated na sa pakikisama sa mga tao sa paligid
Saturated na sa kakahintay ng inspirasyon na hindi naman dumadating
Saturated with wanting more.
So much more.
Saturated with being saturated.
Saturated sa pagbabasa.
Saturated sa pagpapanggap na abala.
Saturated sa kakahintay ng six o' clock.
Saturated sa pag-aattempt na manood ng movies na hindi ko pa napapanood
at movies na napanood ko na.
Saturated sa pag-iipon
dahil ang hirap mag-ipon
at ang kaunti pa lang ng naipon ko.
Saturated na sa pakikisama sa mga tao sa paligid
Saturated na sa kakahintay ng inspirasyon na hindi naman dumadating
Saturated with wanting more.
So much more.
Saturated with being saturated.
Friday, December 23, 2011
snippets 166
I no longer feel like going to misa de gallos
For a lot of reasons
That doesn't entirely justify my lack of
enthusiasm towards said masses.
The things is, I have this thought
that really bothers me whenever I go to
those kind of mass.
"What if your whole religion is based on
out of wedlock teenage pregnancy that
did not happen because of the
stories that got wrapped around it?"
Get it?
Oh anyway, my Catholic Faith is frail.
And I am not sorry about it.
I believe in a God
I believe in the Universe.
I believe in Karma.
And I don't think it makes me
a bad person if I refuse to follow
the practices of the Catholic Church.
For a lot of reasons
That doesn't entirely justify my lack of
enthusiasm towards said masses.
The things is, I have this thought
that really bothers me whenever I go to
those kind of mass.
"What if your whole religion is based on
out of wedlock teenage pregnancy that
did not happen because of the
stories that got wrapped around it?"
Get it?
Oh anyway, my Catholic Faith is frail.
And I am not sorry about it.
I believe in a God
I believe in the Universe.
I believe in Karma.
And I don't think it makes me
a bad person if I refuse to follow
the practices of the Catholic Church.
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Maybe the (romantic) reason
I fail to turn my umbrella up
when it rains...
because I haven't played in
the rain yet...
or run...
or dance...
or perhaps, I am waiting for
someone to offer their umbrella
to me...offer to share an
umbrella...
or maybe I am just plain lazy...:D
I fail to turn my umbrella up
when it rains...
because I haven't played in
the rain yet...
or run...
or dance...
or perhaps, I am waiting for
someone to offer their umbrella
to me...offer to share an
umbrella...
or maybe I am just plain lazy...:D
snippets 164
Napapagod na akong mag-isip.
I can't believe I'd hit a point in my life,
saying this.
I used to love psychoanalyzing.
But lately, I am getting tired and confused.
Befuddled.
Sometimes, I think that it is much better to
not notice things.
To not notice the slight details nobody
notices.
Sometimes, it is hard to take in
the facts that a simple observation concludes.
It is tiring.
There are points that I envy
the people who don't notice anything.
Like life can surprise them.
I feel like because I am watching
everything,
I am expecting everything
and expecting leads to disappointment.
Disappointment that hits so hard.
That is hard to swallow.
And I feel like I am taking bitter pills
now and again.
And they are too, very very hard to swallow.
Sometimes, I just want to sit
cover my vision, my peripherals
stuck my earphones to my ears
and just let the world pass me by
and focus on mundane things.
To not notice the bad.
To not hear the bad.
To not see anything that is worth expecting for.
To just let good tap me on my shoulder
Or waves its face on mine.
I am tired of expecting.
And I know I chose to expect
and indeed expecting and disappointment
are two very bitter pills that are very
very difficult to swallow.
I can't believe I'd hit a point in my life,
saying this.
I used to love psychoanalyzing.
But lately, I am getting tired and confused.
Befuddled.
Sometimes, I think that it is much better to
not notice things.
To not notice the slight details nobody
notices.
Sometimes, it is hard to take in
the facts that a simple observation concludes.
It is tiring.
There are points that I envy
the people who don't notice anything.
Like life can surprise them.
I feel like because I am watching
everything,
I am expecting everything
and expecting leads to disappointment.
Disappointment that hits so hard.
That is hard to swallow.
And I feel like I am taking bitter pills
now and again.
And they are too, very very hard to swallow.
Sometimes, I just want to sit
cover my vision, my peripherals
stuck my earphones to my ears
and just let the world pass me by
and focus on mundane things.
To not notice the bad.
To not hear the bad.
To not see anything that is worth expecting for.
To just let good tap me on my shoulder
Or waves its face on mine.
I am tired of expecting.
And I know I chose to expect
and indeed expecting and disappointment
are two very bitter pills that are very
very difficult to swallow.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
snippets 163
But I like you.
But despite my muchness
Or anything of my excess
My eccentricities
The accumulated quirks
Was I wrong to assume
How you used to
unconsciously smile
whenever your vision
takes me in?
But I guess they
are not enough basis
Not too much to take in
Nothing to take in
But I still like you.
But despite my muchness
Or anything of my excess
My eccentricities
The accumulated quirks
Was I wrong to assume
How you used to
unconsciously smile
whenever your vision
takes me in?
But I guess they
are not enough basis
Not too much to take in
Nothing to take in
But I still like you.
snippets 162
I am chasing you
But would you catch me?
* I hope I could write like my college me.
HMP!
But would you catch me?
* I hope I could write like my college me.
HMP!
snippets 161
Meron akong mga pabugso-bugsong teorya sa buhay...lalo na ngayon.
So, I think it is a complete waste not to document some of them.
I'd rather use the word "teorya", yes, in Filipino. Because it has a BITE,
more than "theory" does. In my native tongue, mas may dating. :D
Lupon ng mga latest na teorya:
Teorya number 1: May crush si toning kay camille. Proven na 'to. Last Friday pa.
So, fact na siya hindi na theory. Hmm...
Teorya number 2: Hindi pala 'to theory, musing lang: Ano kaya ang iniisip ng mga taxi driver
na nasasakyan namin ni Payi sa mga conversations namin?
Teorya number 3: I'll get back to you on that. :))
So, I think it is a complete waste not to document some of them.
I'd rather use the word "teorya", yes, in Filipino. Because it has a BITE,
more than "theory" does. In my native tongue, mas may dating. :D
Lupon ng mga latest na teorya:
Teorya number 1: May crush si toning kay camille. Proven na 'to. Last Friday pa.
So, fact na siya hindi na theory. Hmm...
Teorya number 2: Hindi pala 'to theory, musing lang: Ano kaya ang iniisip ng mga taxi driver
na nasasakyan namin ni Payi sa mga conversations namin?
Teorya number 3: I'll get back to you on that. :))
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
snippets 160
Ok lang mag-ego tripping (kahit minsan, actually, hindi naman talaga ok).
Wag mo lang sagasaan ang ego ko.
(Pero para mas astig pakinggan uulitin ko na lang na walang qualifications)
OK lang mag-ego tripping. 'Wag mo lang sagasaan ang ego ko.
Wag mo lang sagasaan ang ego ko.
(Pero para mas astig pakinggan uulitin ko na lang na walang qualifications)
OK lang mag-ego tripping. 'Wag mo lang sagasaan ang ego ko.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
snippets 159
Due to my never-ending listening to Katy Perry's "The One that Got Away",
I seriously, like to play that role. With this mind frame. I think, "The One that Got Away"
is the one-upper to "The One".
I always thought that I am a masochist, but as it is I figured I am a sadist too.
But at the core of it all, I want the role of "The One that Got Away" because I like the
idea of the feelings at the other end of that phrase. I like to linger in the feelings of the
one who thinks of "The One that Got Away". :D :D :D
Anywho, another role I'd like to play is the game-changer. :D :D :D
Here's why. :D :D :D
"Contrary to popular belief, guys don't all look for that pretty bimbo. Sure, their eyes will linger on her physique for a while longer than others and sure, they may take her home with them but no man would want to give his heart to that stunning bimbo. Believe it or not, men do dream of love much like women do. Their desires for affection are not as openly discussed and therefore they are believed to be none existent but I assure you that this is not true. A man desire's a certain type of girl. A game-changer.
The game changer is a seemingly normal girl that a man might meet at any seemingly normal place. In a coffee shop, at school, shopping for clothes in that vintage store down the street, in your building, even at a bar. A man will often stumble upon the game-changer by chance but will know she is one as soon as he finds her. She'll captivate him immediately and he'll feel like someone has woken him up from a long slumber with a bucket of ice cold water. She'll inspire him, she'll make him grow (not change), and she'll steal his heart away in an instant. She'll make him feel stronger at times, and completely weak at others. She'll terrify him but also give him the courage to be brave. She'll make him want to be a better man; make him want to preform grand gestures out of love. And when she leaves, she'll break him as he has never been broken before. He will then either go two ways: He'll either avoid the game-changers and stick with the pretty bimbo's or he'll vow to find the game-changer that will stay with him, that will let him love her for all of eternity.
The most tragic thing about you game-changers is that you all think of yourselves as "average" when really, you are the most extraordinary creatures to walk the earth. You are beautiful because you have the ability to make someone else beautiful. You are beautiful, because you have the ability to turn a right bastard in a gentleman. You are beautiful, because you change someone's game and, in turn, the course of their life.
I'm sorry for being so tedious but I needed you to understand what I meant when I tell you that after reading your blog, I've come to the conclusion that you are a game-changer. I envy the man that manages to capture your heart, and I wish that fate would have allowed it to be me.
Sincerely,
A man who's heart you've changed with just a blog. "
-source: mols.tumblr.com
Hay, me and my severe insecurities. But excuse me, while I indulge myself. :D
I seriously, like to play that role. With this mind frame. I think, "The One that Got Away"
is the one-upper to "The One".
I always thought that I am a masochist, but as it is I figured I am a sadist too.
But at the core of it all, I want the role of "The One that Got Away" because I like the
idea of the feelings at the other end of that phrase. I like to linger in the feelings of the
one who thinks of "The One that Got Away". :D :D :D
Anywho, another role I'd like to play is the game-changer. :D :D :D
Here's why. :D :D :D
"Contrary to popular belief, guys don't all look for that pretty bimbo. Sure, their eyes will linger on her physique for a while longer than others and sure, they may take her home with them but no man would want to give his heart to that stunning bimbo. Believe it or not, men do dream of love much like women do. Their desires for affection are not as openly discussed and therefore they are believed to be none existent but I assure you that this is not true. A man desire's a certain type of girl. A game-changer.
The game changer is a seemingly normal girl that a man might meet at any seemingly normal place. In a coffee shop, at school, shopping for clothes in that vintage store down the street, in your building, even at a bar. A man will often stumble upon the game-changer by chance but will know she is one as soon as he finds her. She'll captivate him immediately and he'll feel like someone has woken him up from a long slumber with a bucket of ice cold water. She'll inspire him, she'll make him grow (not change), and she'll steal his heart away in an instant. She'll make him feel stronger at times, and completely weak at others. She'll terrify him but also give him the courage to be brave. She'll make him want to be a better man; make him want to preform grand gestures out of love. And when she leaves, she'll break him as he has never been broken before. He will then either go two ways: He'll either avoid the game-changers and stick with the pretty bimbo's or he'll vow to find the game-changer that will stay with him, that will let him love her for all of eternity.
The most tragic thing about you game-changers is that you all think of yourselves as "average" when really, you are the most extraordinary creatures to walk the earth. You are beautiful because you have the ability to make someone else beautiful. You are beautiful, because you have the ability to turn a right bastard in a gentleman. You are beautiful, because you change someone's game and, in turn, the course of their life.
I'm sorry for being so tedious but I needed you to understand what I meant when I tell you that after reading your blog, I've come to the conclusion that you are a game-changer. I envy the man that manages to capture your heart, and I wish that fate would have allowed it to be me.
Sincerely,
A man who's heart you've changed with just a blog. "
-source: mols.tumblr.com
Hay, me and my severe insecurities. But excuse me, while I indulge myself. :D
Monday, December 12, 2011
snippets 158
There is a year-end list that is waiting to be posted.
But it is still an ongoing process.
For now, I am happy to say that this is the year I befriended happiness.
Happiness is not a choice.
No. It is not. It is a feeling.
And no matter how people say it, One can not control a feeling.
One can choose how one perceive things. That is a choice.
And how you perceive things often leads on how you
feel about things.
Meaning, it doesn't always lead you to happiness.
(It's an oreo cheesecake day. :D)
The year I found Happiness.
Just like how I've welcomed Universe last year,
I've welcomed the concept of Happiness this year.
I didn't seek them.
They found me.
And I am happy they did. :D
And yes, I'd rather be Happy any day than
(the world's perception of) Successful.
Happiness over Success.
:D :D :D
But it is still an ongoing process.
For now, I am happy to say that this is the year I befriended happiness.
Happiness is not a choice.
No. It is not. It is a feeling.
And no matter how people say it, One can not control a feeling.
One can choose how one perceive things. That is a choice.
And how you perceive things often leads on how you
feel about things.
Meaning, it doesn't always lead you to happiness.
(It's an oreo cheesecake day. :D)
The year I found Happiness.
Just like how I've welcomed Universe last year,
I've welcomed the concept of Happiness this year.
I didn't seek them.
They found me.
And I am happy they did. :D
And yes, I'd rather be Happy any day than
(the world's perception of) Successful.
Happiness over Success.
:D :D :D
Friday, December 9, 2011
snippets 157
Universe,
Can you please tell me what's happening?!
It's just 10:03 in the morning and it's not good.
I am not feeling good.
-sigrid
Can you please tell me what's happening?!
It's just 10:03 in the morning and it's not good.
I am not feeling good.
-sigrid
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
snippets 155
from the girl with the mermaid hair to poodle hair. :))
what a promotion...great great! :))
what a promotion...great great! :))
Saturday, December 3, 2011
snippets 154
I find reading "One Day" dragging.
I don't find joy reading it. Seriously.
It is not a bad book but it's not good either.
As far as I have read. Although, I haven't read much yet.
I find it highly amusing though, that "La Cucaracha"
means "The Cockroach". :))
Hemingway, I can spell myself B-R-O-K-E! gah!
Friday, December 2, 2011
snippets 152
*this is frustrating. I should have wrote all the things I thought about this early morning.
For some unknown reason, I woke up at 3:47 this morning and wasn't able to go back to sleep
until 5 am. That was crazy. My imagination and the recalling part of my brain was in overdrive.
But unfortunately, I couldn't remember the waking thoughts that kept me awake in the semi-wee hours of dawn. And just like I said, it is frustrating.
Coincidentally, Sarina was telling me about hypnagogia, the state of being half-awake and half-asleep. She's frustrated of having a notebook beside her. I am now frustrated too. bah humbug! :P
*Universe's presence in my life is largely felt through one person. And I can't believe how apparent that presence is. It might be present in my life in so many ways but I can see and fully appreciate it through that one person. :D
* I am still scared that I am missing the point.
For some unknown reason, I woke up at 3:47 this morning and wasn't able to go back to sleep
until 5 am. That was crazy. My imagination and the recalling part of my brain was in overdrive.
But unfortunately, I couldn't remember the waking thoughts that kept me awake in the semi-wee hours of dawn. And just like I said, it is frustrating.
Coincidentally, Sarina was telling me about hypnagogia, the state of being half-awake and half-asleep. She's frustrated of having a notebook beside her. I am now frustrated too. bah humbug! :P
*Universe's presence in my life is largely felt through one person. And I can't believe how apparent that presence is. It might be present in my life in so many ways but I can see and fully appreciate it through that one person. :D
* I am still scared that I am missing the point.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
snippets 151
early morning short breaths.
and if it is physically possible for me to blush,
i was blushing from laong-laan, manila all the way to salcedo village, makati.
This is crazy.
I asked for magic, in Yi's words for a spark, and there it was!
Wow! Universe! you are twistedly crazy but I love how you surprise me. :D
I could't wait to have coffee with Yi next Monday.
I still can't believe this.:))
Couldn't get over.
I have to hide myself inside my mother's office just so,
no one notices if I gush like an idiot.
Good gahd! Good thing I didn't have the
mind to process a big sigh or possible deep sighs throughout that ride.
In any case, Thank you Universe! - your number one earthling fan, ME. :D
P.S.(this is really a post script.)
Sinapian ba siya ng kung anong entity?
Why would someone do stuffs like that?
Probably, it is just me and my brain in constant haywire. :))
But still assuming or unassuming. I love what an adrenaline rush it gives me.
No need to pinch myself to know I am quite alive. Thank you. :D
and if it is physically possible for me to blush,
i was blushing from laong-laan, manila all the way to salcedo village, makati.
This is crazy.
I asked for magic, in Yi's words for a spark, and there it was!
Wow! Universe! you are twistedly crazy but I love how you surprise me. :D
I could't wait to have coffee with Yi next Monday.
I still can't believe this.:))
Couldn't get over.
I have to hide myself inside my mother's office just so,
no one notices if I gush like an idiot.
Good gahd! Good thing I didn't have the
mind to process a big sigh or possible deep sighs throughout that ride.
In any case, Thank you Universe! - your number one earthling fan, ME. :D
P.S.(this is really a post script.)
Sinapian ba siya ng kung anong entity?
Why would someone do stuffs like that?
Probably, it is just me and my brain in constant haywire. :))
But still assuming or unassuming. I love what an adrenaline rush it gives me.
No need to pinch myself to know I am quite alive. Thank you. :D
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