Monday, November 5, 2012
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apathetic. I couldn't raise my sympathy from the dead if your woes are largely self induced, especially when you're throwing blame all over the place.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
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I can imagine myself writing a book.
And If that ever happens,
I envisioned it with a title of...
"The guys in my life and the girls in theirs."
gah! :)))
And If that ever happens,
I envisioned it with a title of...
"The guys in my life and the girls in theirs."
gah! :)))
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
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you can hear the black poison lacing through her voice.
that every word is a thick pungent poison wanting to come out.
exposing itself, even if for her, it was unintentional
that every word is a thick pungent poison wanting to come out.
exposing itself, even if for her, it was unintentional
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* I know this is some lazy thing to do but I love this blog...and I am currently addicted to reading at thought catalog, so bear with it all. >:)))
What you can do instead of loving someone you can't be with
By 
Instead of loving someone you can’t be with, fictionalize them. Reimagine your encounters as dreams: the kind you wake up from, shake off, disregard; not the kind you journal, analyze, relay relentlessly to bored friends. Treat them like the subject of a poem that tickles you in the chest cavity but only very slightly, a poem you copy paste publish on the internet and forget about soon as you read something else worthwhile, something that moves you to repeat the process like you’ve never read poetry before. Think of them the way you remember characters from books you haven’t read in a while; fondly but vaguely and all smudged ’round the edges.
You can fill your days with hobbies, god knows unrequited love swallows free time like it’s air. Why not begin running, learn to get away, and fast. Or you could read a few novels, is there a more efficient way to stack your life with characters who will eventually leave? Because that seems to be the type that attracts you, the ones you know will end before they begin. You can knit, keep your fingers busy and away from the phone and away from that soft patch of skin you like to hold when you’re alone, to remember. You can finally learn to swim, because it’s summertime and there’s nothing else to do and you’re so good at holding your breath, anyway.
Remind yourself that you are other things besides in love and hopeless and sort of sad in the saddest way possible like, you are also a friend or a son daughter or an employee student and also a thinker, a doer, a person who lives and has lived before this sad, sad mess came to pass. Think about when you were a five-year-old on a beach somewhere collecting shells and digging moats and chasing strangers through the sand because you were about the same height and had the same castle-building interests and wore almost-matching swimsuits. Remember when you were a 10-year-old who wore smiling faces on t-shirts and backpacks and scrunchies and when you were a 13-year-old who was ashamed for having done so. Remember when you were 17 and began to form a soft casing around your stomach that spoke to your affinity for beer, remember when you turned 21 and spent the night spinning and drinking and kissing the best friends you’ll ever have. Remember whatever age you were the first time you had your heart broken and how the pain felt endless until it ended and then it was like you’d imagined it all, a fever dream of a romance. Uncountable things to define who you are, and the only one you toil over is the one you’re not permitted to have you silly, silly…
Go be silly with someone else and maybe you won’t love them, but maybe you will. Maybe you’ll see-saw between having everything and nothing to say to one another until you’re wearing each other’s weight and finding yourselves somewhere in the middle. Maybe in a rush of words they’ll say something arbitrary that for some reason makes your stomach smile, you know, tickles you in ways that a copy paste publish poem can’t. Maybe you’re unsure because you’ve already invested your thoughts and feelings elsewhere without yielding any profit or interest; maybe you feel safer holding on to what’s already failed because that failure is familiar and comfortable and you wear it so well. But maybe — and this is just another suggestion — maybe you can try again, instead of loving someone you can’t be with.
Read more at http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/what-you-can-do-instead-of-loving-someone-you-cant-be-with/#yjWaKYYdKKViEBH7.99
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more thought catalog bombs:
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/im-going-to-break-my-own-heart/
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/im-going-to-break-my-own-heart/
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/sometimes-youre-the-one-whos-wanted/
* I tried copying the whole thing here but it turns out bad, so here are the links instead.
* I tried copying the whole thing here but it turns out bad, so here are the links instead.
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Musings Lately:
1. I wonder how the guys I wrote my prose, poetry, etc. about would react when they read what I wrote about them. I wonder.
2. I wonder what my 12 year old and 16 year old self would think about my 22 year old self.
1. I wonder how the guys I wrote my prose, poetry, etc. about would react when they read what I wrote about them. I wonder.
2. I wonder what my 12 year old and 16 year old self would think about my 22 year old self.
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Brewing another blog.
A more responsible, presentable, filtered, themed blog.
That requires work.
:)
I got jealous of my little sister having these comments
from strangers that her works are good.
And I want comments from strangers, good or bad,
corrective and/or destructive.
Sometimes, I also want to be read.
But I am not saying good bye to this blog.
This blog is primarily for writing,
for letting out those somethings that want to be out.
Sometimes, writing doesn't have to be read. :D
A more responsible, presentable, filtered, themed blog.
That requires work.
:)
I got jealous of my little sister having these comments
from strangers that her works are good.
And I want comments from strangers, good or bad,
corrective and/or destructive.
Sometimes, I also want to be read.
But I am not saying good bye to this blog.
This blog is primarily for writing,
for letting out those somethings that want to be out.
Sometimes, writing doesn't have to be read. :D
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Another thought catalog blog. (This is Myla's fault)
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/i-like-your-flaws/
comments extracted from the page that caught my attention:
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/i-like-your-flaws/
comments extracted from the page that caught my attention:
Monday, September 24, 2012
Friday, September 21, 2012
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thoughtcatalog.com overload
* http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/stop-telling-that-pathetically-in-love-dude-to-just-get-over-it/
- this is written so wittingly, so funny. I love it. I was smiling the whole time. It is funny, but it is true. I love it. :D
* http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/how-to-want-someone-you-cant-have/
-cute.
* http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/and-i-miss-you/
-thoughtful and sweet.
* http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/21-questions-i-have-for-people-in-long-term-relationships/
- questions worth asking.
* http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/i-want-to-take-care-of-you/
- sweet. (with promises, the cynic in me doubt.)
* http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/stop-telling-that-pathetically-in-love-dude-to-just-get-over-it/
- this is written so wittingly, so funny. I love it. I was smiling the whole time. It is funny, but it is true. I love it. :D
* http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/how-to-want-someone-you-cant-have/
-cute.
* http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/and-i-miss-you/
-thoughtful and sweet.
* http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/21-questions-i-have-for-people-in-long-term-relationships/
- questions worth asking.
* http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/i-want-to-take-care-of-you/
- sweet. (with promises, the cynic in me doubt.)
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*http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/you-like-reading-you-are-so-special/
This is obviously a jab on "Date a Girl who Reads".
I've posted it before and I'll post it again. Because I love it.
“You should date a girl who reads.
― Rosemarie Urquico
Obviously, I am a girl who reads (or used to). I really don't think that this is an elitist piece of literature. It doesn't shove other girls who do not read down, or push girls who read up on a pedestal. For me, it is just putting the spotlight on the girl who reads. Nothing more. It just shed some light on the girl who likes getting lost in a story. And it was beautifully written, so maybe it came out as intimidating, or something. But it is heart warming. It is merely waving to the world that "hey! girls who read have so much to offer, than just being boring, the way that they are usually viewed". There's nothing wrong about it. Elitist or self-back-patting. It is not a girl-who-reads' fault that she can express her self better in syntax compared to other girls. And I really don't think girls who read are rare. All my life, girls around me read. I don't feel so special reading. I never felt special with just the fact that I read, or read more than others do. Never. and Never will. People just think that not a lot of people read, but I think a lot of people do. This piece of literature is not telling the world that girls who read are special and rare, this piece of literature is telling the world how, in what ways, girls who read are different.
This is obviously a jab on "Date a Girl who Reads".
I've posted it before and I'll post it again. Because I love it.
“You should date a girl who reads.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or if she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”
― Rosemarie Urquico
Obviously, I am a girl who reads (or used to). I really don't think that this is an elitist piece of literature. It doesn't shove other girls who do not read down, or push girls who read up on a pedestal. For me, it is just putting the spotlight on the girl who reads. Nothing more. It just shed some light on the girl who likes getting lost in a story. And it was beautifully written, so maybe it came out as intimidating, or something. But it is heart warming. It is merely waving to the world that "hey! girls who read have so much to offer, than just being boring, the way that they are usually viewed". There's nothing wrong about it. Elitist or self-back-patting. It is not a girl-who-reads' fault that she can express her self better in syntax compared to other girls. And I really don't think girls who read are rare. All my life, girls around me read. I don't feel so special reading. I never felt special with just the fact that I read, or read more than others do. Never. and Never will. People just think that not a lot of people read, but I think a lot of people do. This piece of literature is not telling the world that girls who read are special and rare, this piece of literature is telling the world how, in what ways, girls who read are different.
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* I am waiting...
waiting for something to leap off the page.
*This is the first September that I don't feel excited about (or second).
I have always been waiting for September...and when September comes
I've always been waiting on September. Like something magical or fantastic,
amazing, life-changing (in a good way) is coming up. September always
felt like an early morning drizzle, cold, wet, calming, exciting, new.
but not this September. Or is it just me. I have stopped waiting for
it. Stopped waiting on it.
waiting for something to leap off the page.
*This is the first September that I don't feel excited about (or second).
I have always been waiting for September...and when September comes
I've always been waiting on September. Like something magical or fantastic,
amazing, life-changing (in a good way) is coming up. September always
felt like an early morning drizzle, cold, wet, calming, exciting, new.
but not this September. Or is it just me. I have stopped waiting for
it. Stopped waiting on it.
The Clock on the Morning Lenape Building
The Clock on the Morning Lenape Building
Must Clocks be circles?
Time is not a circle.
Suppose the Mother of All Minutes started
right here, on the sidewalk
in front of the Morning Lenape Building, and the parade
of minutes that followed--each of them, say, one inch long--
headed out that way, down Bridge Street.
Where would Now be? This minute?
Out past the moon?
Jupiter?
The nearest star?
Who came up with minutes, anyway?
Who needs them?
Name one good thing a minute's ever done.
They shorten fun and measure misery.
Get rid of them, I say.
Down with minutes!
And while you're at it--take hours
with you too. Don't get me started
on them.
Clocks--that's the problem.
Every clock is a nest of minutes and hours.
Clocks strap us into their shape.
Instead of heading for the nearest star, all we do
is corkscrew.
Clocks lock us into minutes, make Ferris wheel
riders of us all, lug us round and round
from number to number,
dice the time of our lives into tiny bits
until the bits are all we know
and the only question we care to ask is
"What time is it?"
As if minutes could tell.
As if Arnold could look up at this clock on
the Lenape Building and read:
15 Minutes till Found.
As if Charlie's time is not forever stuck
on Half Past Grace.
As if a swarm of stinging minutes waits for Betty Lou
to step outside.
As if love does not tell all the time the Huffelmeyers
need to know.”
― Jerry Spinelli, Love, Stargirl
*World's favorite poem. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE this poem. :D
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*I am not the person I was before because I don't have energy.
I don't have that energy anymore.
Let's take for example,
I am the type of person who cares about what is fair and just.
I didn't realize how much energy fighting for fairness and justice,
even with small things, requires.
And how little it moves the world.
How little it changes the world.
And at times it even emits negative energies, one wouldn't
want to be thrown in one's way.
So I stopped, halted. Took a break.
Took it slow. In a temporary hiatus.
I don't know how to call it but like most things that I used
to be, it's in a slumber.
* "I mean I love writing and drawing and there's nothing that makes me happier in the world, save for eating, but being passionate doesn't make you great. It doesn't mean that when you're completely in love with something, it is meant for you. Being passionate at most times, just makes you passionate - nothing more."
- One of my sisters wrote this on her blog, and I couldn't agree with her more.
Being passionate about something doesn't mean you're good at that something. Not great, not even good. I mean one can love singing and suck, I mean really suck at it. Right? And where does that leave you? Passionate. Just plain passionate. And not even all the passion in the world could push you to being great, remarkable. But the thing is, being passionate doesn't have to mean that you mean to be grand, great and remarkable. Passion is a drive, passion is life. So, I think, whether we suck, we thrive, we are good or great with what we are passionate about, the point is that we have passion. We have something that makes us feel alive more than just mere existing. Passion is passion. And if you let passion leave you, what is there that is left of you?
Then why the hell am I not writing anymore? Why the hell am I not taking as much pictures as I want to? Why the hell am I not traveling as much as I really want to? Simple, energy. There's no driving force that drives me towards these things. There's no inspiration. The feeling and the thought that after chasing for these things, you'd only get temporary highs that you have to work for again and again. Not to mention money. Life is not all that easy without money, and I think a person is a hypocrite when one says pursuing one's passion without money is enough.
So what's the point of being passionate? Actually, what's the point of being all these? Having to put up energy for what, for existence, for what? Please answer me.
I don't have that energy anymore.
Let's take for example,
I am the type of person who cares about what is fair and just.
I didn't realize how much energy fighting for fairness and justice,
even with small things, requires.
And how little it moves the world.
How little it changes the world.
And at times it even emits negative energies, one wouldn't
want to be thrown in one's way.
So I stopped, halted. Took a break.
Took it slow. In a temporary hiatus.
I don't know how to call it but like most things that I used
to be, it's in a slumber.
* "I mean I love writing and drawing and there's nothing that makes me happier in the world, save for eating, but being passionate doesn't make you great. It doesn't mean that when you're completely in love with something, it is meant for you. Being passionate at most times, just makes you passionate - nothing more."
- One of my sisters wrote this on her blog, and I couldn't agree with her more.
Being passionate about something doesn't mean you're good at that something. Not great, not even good. I mean one can love singing and suck, I mean really suck at it. Right? And where does that leave you? Passionate. Just plain passionate. And not even all the passion in the world could push you to being great, remarkable. But the thing is, being passionate doesn't have to mean that you mean to be grand, great and remarkable. Passion is a drive, passion is life. So, I think, whether we suck, we thrive, we are good or great with what we are passionate about, the point is that we have passion. We have something that makes us feel alive more than just mere existing. Passion is passion. And if you let passion leave you, what is there that is left of you?
Then why the hell am I not writing anymore? Why the hell am I not taking as much pictures as I want to? Why the hell am I not traveling as much as I really want to? Simple, energy. There's no driving force that drives me towards these things. There's no inspiration. The feeling and the thought that after chasing for these things, you'd only get temporary highs that you have to work for again and again. Not to mention money. Life is not all that easy without money, and I think a person is a hypocrite when one says pursuing one's passion without money is enough.
So what's the point of being passionate? Actually, what's the point of being all these? Having to put up energy for what, for existence, for what? Please answer me.
Monday, September 17, 2012
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Life is not fair. My life this past few days have been a struggle and it has been a pendulum and its swings to the tune of "life is not fair". People always complain that life is not fair. Well it isn't and nobody said it would be. And the truth is "life is not fair" is not bad at all. It is a double edged sword. Life is not fair and it can swing both ways. Life is not fair every time you get something you didn't work hard for, some thing you didn't work for at all. When you have some thing you relatively don't deserve. Something you didn't pray for but still have. And sometimes when good things happen to you, someone somewhere out there is saying "life is not fair". Not that life is a perfect balance of things, that when somebody says life is not fair in a bad way, someone would say life is not fair in a good way. Because let's face it, nobody ever says life is not fair in a good way. We just give thanks that life is good, or sometimes we don't even realize that life is being good. Sometimes, it is just about perspective. And i hope some time in your life, you'd say life is not fair, life is good, life is great.
Sent from my iPod
Sent from my iPod
Monday, September 10, 2012
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I've decided to pack my itouch with loads of movies because for one, my so called movie collection is piling up and my watching rate is not keeping up and that i think i am more "enticed" to watch when it is on my itouch, meaning i can watch while lying on my back or on my side, or on my stomach. Anyway, here's the update:
1.) It's Kind of a Funny Story - it's a mental institution kind of a movie. Reminds me of Paulo Coelho's "Veronika decides to die.". It is freeing, the movie. It gives the feeling that a mental institution is far more accepting of who you truly are than the so called real world. Because there's no such thing as expectations there, or there might be not so much. No pressure.:D
I like this movie. :D
2.) Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. - I like/love the kid, Eric. I like that he has a hat collection that he wears, which is good. And he said "What's the use of them, if he won't wear them?", not an exact quote but it's the gist. And I like the fact that he has this "tiny yellow lights" in his room. And that he made a "universe" inside the hospital room of Mr. Magorium. And he was absolutely adorable when he was trying to make friends with Henry, the mutant (accountant). I like Henry too. For that, I don't really like Natalie Portman here, kind of awkward and annoying. (I know, I use the word annoying a lot but there's just no substitute to the word annoying, in describing how I feel about things, people and characters.). Yes, she is absolutely beautiful, but it just didn't connect with me. And the fact that her character was in a frustrating situation didn't help. Mr. Magorium, on one hand, is yet another annoying character. I don't like the way he talks. And even though, I am a fan of weird, well let's just say he's not my kind of weird.
3.) Happy Thankyoumoreplease -I like this movie. I like Rasheen, the kid who draws and I like Annie. My favorite lines in this movie is "Thank you. More Please. That with gratitude, the universe is eternally abundant." And I like the way Annie dresses herself. :D This movie is nice.
4.) Think Like A Man - This is a romantic comedy with african-americans as protagonist. I enjoyed this movie. It is funny and sweet. I've been talking "black" ever since. :))) I have to stop doing that. :)))
5.) Closer - Good lord. This movie is so complicated. Emotionally exhausting. And gaaaaah! it is just so complicated and exhausting, did I mention that?! Ahm yeah. that's it. Although, the last clip of Natalie Portman's character was absolutely stunning. :D
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
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I was worrying how I would make this one cohesive. but I thought, "These are snippets dude they don't need to be cohesive." And yeah. What the hell.
*I am uninspired. It's the worst uninspired days/weeks/months/time of my entire life. There is just no looking forward to ANYTHING. Anything AT ALL. I am only living through the movies that I watch and the books that I am reading (yes I am reading again. will elaborate on that later.). In short, the perfect temporary escapism. I don't know anymore. I just don't know. I only look forward on Sundays. And that's just about it. I am counting the days before I get to swim. I love swimming. I wake up on Sundays earlier than I do on weekdays and Saturdays but I don't mind. But I mind waking up on weekdays and Saturdays. There's just no reason to wake up to. To get out of bed. There's just none.
*http://lattelav.tumblr.com - once upon a time, i would think of this site at us sanctuary, a haven. I used to love this kind of elaborate. this kind of beautiful. but know. it's just too much for me. too much detail. too elaborate. too much. not that it's not beautiful, actually it is really beautiful but it's not the same for me anymore. I used to love fairies and this kind of beautiful but before I turned 18, I just stopped. Without even being conscious that I have stopped.
*Sarina and I had been watching tagalog movies in the cinemas lately. I only have three criteria to watch a movie at the cinemas. One, it's a movie best enjoyed in the big screen. Two, it's a movie I couldn't wait to watch. And Three, it's a tagalog movie. Why no. 3? For one, let's support our own industry the ones that are worth or seemingly worth supporting. Two, I find it hard to download tagalog movies. So if you know how to easily download tagalog movies please tell me. Thanks.
*Having that said, here's the update to the movie front:
- The Reunion. - yes the tagalog one starring young actors and actresses. This I will just say, but Megan Young is beautiful with a punch! :D. Xian Lim, turns out a little less annoying in the movie than I have perceived him to be. Enrique Gil was cute. Kean Cipriano is really a good actor. I have appreciated the way he acted in "Ang Babae sa Septic Tank" and he didn't let down on this one. Enchong Dee, well...hmm.. no comment. Literally. :p
- The Fall. - is so beautiful! so so beautiful! It's like a very beautiful collection of moving pictures. (When I thought and said "moving pictures", I thought that probably the word movies came from the phrase "moving pictures". movies = moving + pictures. Anyway, I have no basis whatsoever to that, it's just me.) It is one of the things you'd want to always carry in your pocket. At times when you think the world is dull and you need inspiration. You'd be able to just pick it out of your pocket and watch it and everything would be okay.
Lee Pace's eyes. Gahd. His eyes are so beautiful. It's not fair that a guy has that kind of eyes. Really. And Catinca Untaru is just so cute. so cute. You'd love to cuddle her all day long.
I cried watching this movie. It's awfully endearing.
And because of this movie, all the other movies I have intended to watch had a backseat. I wanted to watch movies that are somehow like The Fall. This lead me to the "Big Fish".
- Big Fish - this movie stars Ewan McGregor. And with this movie I realize I am not a fan of him. :P. His characters are always cocky and yes, annoying. So, I associate his characters with him, which is wrong but I can't help it. I didn't appreciate the first part of the movie but as it went along it gradually grew on me. It's a story-telling kind of movie and anything that has lots of story-telling is always okay in my book. I liked the story about the witch with a glass eye that when you looked at it, you'd know how you'd die. I guess, it is nice to know how you would go out of this world. Like Edward Bloom said, at least you'd know that you'd get through anything before you die. So, whatever situation you are you'd know you'd be okay and it won't be the end of you. I started having the same notion when I had my so called fortune told. Not that I believed in them a hundred percent but if what I was told was true, I'd get through this current mishaps in my life. And I think that, that slight percentage of assurance will do, for now. Anyway, it is fascinating to see a young and not-yet-annoying miley cyrus in this movie. There's also a filipino ventriloquist in this movie, who talks in front of this foreign soldiers using tagalog.
- Do bi do bi doo - this movie could have been so much better. It failed my expectation. I mean, knowing the creativity of Filipinos, this is such a let down. The music is nice of course but that's it. The story was "pilit". It doesn't jive at all. Like the plot of the story was made by some high school students. The concept was really really nice and the movie could have been a lot lot more than how it turned out. I love the "Batang-bata ka pa" and "Blue Jeans" portion but that's as far as I can praise it. Not that it was boring, or downright not good. It just doesn't live up to my expectation. (Sarina and I were a running commentary of the movie. And we sort of unconsciously talked a little louder than we're supposed to. Forgetting that we were not in the private confines of our room where we usually watch a movie. This is why I like watching at home where I can hit pause and play whenever I want to. Not to mention subtitles. So we won't miss a thing while commenting or thinking aloud.)
-The Little Rascals - this movie is uberly cute. :D The kids are cute and witty. I especially love porky. :D "Dear Darla, I hate your stinkin' guts. You make me vomit. You are scum between my toes. Love, Alfalfa." :D They are all so adorably cute. "Quick! What's the number for 911?!" -Buckwheat. But this movie was in 1994 so all this adorable kids are all grown up now. They're probably my age or just a couple of years older.
*I am uninspired. It's the worst uninspired days/weeks/months/time of my entire life. There is just no looking forward to ANYTHING. Anything AT ALL. I am only living through the movies that I watch and the books that I am reading (yes I am reading again. will elaborate on that later.). In short, the perfect temporary escapism. I don't know anymore. I just don't know. I only look forward on Sundays. And that's just about it. I am counting the days before I get to swim. I love swimming. I wake up on Sundays earlier than I do on weekdays and Saturdays but I don't mind. But I mind waking up on weekdays and Saturdays. There's just no reason to wake up to. To get out of bed. There's just none.
*http://lattelav.tumblr.com - once upon a time, i would think of this site at us sanctuary, a haven. I used to love this kind of elaborate. this kind of beautiful. but know. it's just too much for me. too much detail. too elaborate. too much. not that it's not beautiful, actually it is really beautiful but it's not the same for me anymore. I used to love fairies and this kind of beautiful but before I turned 18, I just stopped. Without even being conscious that I have stopped.
*Sarina and I had been watching tagalog movies in the cinemas lately. I only have three criteria to watch a movie at the cinemas. One, it's a movie best enjoyed in the big screen. Two, it's a movie I couldn't wait to watch. And Three, it's a tagalog movie. Why no. 3? For one, let's support our own industry the ones that are worth or seemingly worth supporting. Two, I find it hard to download tagalog movies. So if you know how to easily download tagalog movies please tell me. Thanks.
*Having that said, here's the update to the movie front:
- The Reunion. - yes the tagalog one starring young actors and actresses. This I will just say, but Megan Young is beautiful with a punch! :D. Xian Lim, turns out a little less annoying in the movie than I have perceived him to be. Enrique Gil was cute. Kean Cipriano is really a good actor. I have appreciated the way he acted in "Ang Babae sa Septic Tank" and he didn't let down on this one. Enchong Dee, well...hmm.. no comment. Literally. :p
- The Fall. - is so beautiful! so so beautiful! It's like a very beautiful collection of moving pictures. (When I thought and said "moving pictures", I thought that probably the word movies came from the phrase "moving pictures". movies = moving + pictures. Anyway, I have no basis whatsoever to that, it's just me.) It is one of the things you'd want to always carry in your pocket. At times when you think the world is dull and you need inspiration. You'd be able to just pick it out of your pocket and watch it and everything would be okay.
Lee Pace's eyes. Gahd. His eyes are so beautiful. It's not fair that a guy has that kind of eyes. Really. And Catinca Untaru is just so cute. so cute. You'd love to cuddle her all day long.
I cried watching this movie. It's awfully endearing.
And because of this movie, all the other movies I have intended to watch had a backseat. I wanted to watch movies that are somehow like The Fall. This lead me to the "Big Fish".
- Big Fish - this movie stars Ewan McGregor. And with this movie I realize I am not a fan of him. :P. His characters are always cocky and yes, annoying. So, I associate his characters with him, which is wrong but I can't help it. I didn't appreciate the first part of the movie but as it went along it gradually grew on me. It's a story-telling kind of movie and anything that has lots of story-telling is always okay in my book. I liked the story about the witch with a glass eye that when you looked at it, you'd know how you'd die. I guess, it is nice to know how you would go out of this world. Like Edward Bloom said, at least you'd know that you'd get through anything before you die. So, whatever situation you are you'd know you'd be okay and it won't be the end of you. I started having the same notion when I had my so called fortune told. Not that I believed in them a hundred percent but if what I was told was true, I'd get through this current mishaps in my life. And I think that, that slight percentage of assurance will do, for now. Anyway, it is fascinating to see a young and not-yet-annoying miley cyrus in this movie. There's also a filipino ventriloquist in this movie, who talks in front of this foreign soldiers using tagalog.
- Do bi do bi doo - this movie could have been so much better. It failed my expectation. I mean, knowing the creativity of Filipinos, this is such a let down. The music is nice of course but that's it. The story was "pilit". It doesn't jive at all. Like the plot of the story was made by some high school students. The concept was really really nice and the movie could have been a lot lot more than how it turned out. I love the "Batang-bata ka pa" and "Blue Jeans" portion but that's as far as I can praise it. Not that it was boring, or downright not good. It just doesn't live up to my expectation. (Sarina and I were a running commentary of the movie. And we sort of unconsciously talked a little louder than we're supposed to. Forgetting that we were not in the private confines of our room where we usually watch a movie. This is why I like watching at home where I can hit pause and play whenever I want to. Not to mention subtitles. So we won't miss a thing while commenting or thinking aloud.)
-The Little Rascals - this movie is uberly cute. :D The kids are cute and witty. I especially love porky. :D "Dear Darla, I hate your stinkin' guts. You make me vomit. You are scum between my toes. Love, Alfalfa." :D They are all so adorably cute. "Quick! What's the number for 911?!" -Buckwheat. But this movie was in 1994 so all this adorable kids are all grown up now. They're probably my age or just a couple of years older.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
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update on the movie front.
1. History Boys - if you're into movies like "mona lisa smile" and "dead poets' society", this is your baby. I love this kind of movies. :D they are inspiring and intelligent. :D makes me feel like i am intelligent and more importantly, inspired too. I've compiled quotable quotes from this movie but it's on my personal laptop so i'll just post it later. :D
2. Ferris Bueller's Day Off - (I thought this would be the last iconic 80's movie on my list, only to find out that there's "Fast times at Ridgemont High" starring a 30 years younger Sean Penn. That I'd like to watch. :D Then I'd follow it up with "Milk".) So....Ferris Bueller, is one hell of an annoying person. Seriously. Of all the wrong things that he is. What I appreciate the most in the movie is the possibility of being that lucky. Because Ferris Bueller in all of his annoying glory is one lucky human being. Just plain lucky. If you dig in deeper. It's more like the universe thing. If you really want it the universe will conspire to give it to you. (So, maybe I don't want some things enough, or I just lost my touch with the universe lately. Gahd what have I done?! Please come back universe!). On a more superficial sense, this movie stars a very good looking young charlie sheen. I was shocked he used to looked like that. :))))
3. The Hot Chick - surprisingly, I laughed out loud on this one. :D I've heard about this movie way way way back in high school. I remember my gay classmates imitating the kissing thing Rachel McAdams and her on screen boyfriend were doing in the movie. It has been on top of my head for awhile so, why the hell not?!
4. The Avengers - I can't believe the day that I saw this one in torrent. :))) I wasn't expecting a dvdrip until september when the dvd will come out. Just imagine, my excitement when I first saw it...:))) I wasn't able to watch it in the cinemas, because I wasn't really into this superhero movies and the fact that I am scared of watching Chris Evans as Captain America. (What if he fails?!) Anyway, the movie was really funny and I liked it. I even liked diva-Loki-puny-god. :D Was really impressed with Black Widow and thought she will die because of her "bloody red ledger" rambling. Tony Stark is really really witty. :D I love his humor. I like Capt. America, but even though my sisters explained to me that he is intelligent, I still have this dissonance. How the hell does he know all those "plan of attacks"?! How the hell is he so effing NOBLE. Really?! Gaah! And I completely missed out on the whole Capt. America butt thing. I am sorry. I wasn't able to see the fuss about it. They say it was emphasized...but I don't think so...
5. The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus - Heath Ledger. The Last movie of Heath Ledger. I love love Heath Ledger and I was eternally sad that he had to die so young! :( Anyway, this movie have Heath Ledger, Johnny Depp, Jude Law and Colin Farrell. (With the exception of Colin Farell, I love love Heath Ledger and Johnny Depp, and love Jude Law. :D). So with just that the movie is already great. Not to mention it was about a story teller. and the surrealism feel of Dr. Parnassus' Imaginarium is just perfect for my wonky brain. I am just not too happy about Lily Cole. But she has really really big eyes (not to mention a big set of boobs) so I guess that compensates it. Oh! and annoying Anton was played by Andrew Garfield. Not that I am a fan. For one, he was annoying, if he was supposed to be, then Andrew Garfield was good at it. And yeah. I am not a fan of him. Except when he is Spiderman/Peter Parker.
1. History Boys - if you're into movies like "mona lisa smile" and "dead poets' society", this is your baby. I love this kind of movies. :D they are inspiring and intelligent. :D makes me feel like i am intelligent and more importantly, inspired too. I've compiled quotable quotes from this movie but it's on my personal laptop so i'll just post it later. :D
2. Ferris Bueller's Day Off - (I thought this would be the last iconic 80's movie on my list, only to find out that there's "Fast times at Ridgemont High" starring a 30 years younger Sean Penn. That I'd like to watch. :D Then I'd follow it up with "Milk".) So....Ferris Bueller, is one hell of an annoying person. Seriously. Of all the wrong things that he is. What I appreciate the most in the movie is the possibility of being that lucky. Because Ferris Bueller in all of his annoying glory is one lucky human being. Just plain lucky. If you dig in deeper. It's more like the universe thing. If you really want it the universe will conspire to give it to you. (So, maybe I don't want some things enough, or I just lost my touch with the universe lately. Gahd what have I done?! Please come back universe!). On a more superficial sense, this movie stars a very good looking young charlie sheen. I was shocked he used to looked like that. :))))
3. The Hot Chick - surprisingly, I laughed out loud on this one. :D I've heard about this movie way way way back in high school. I remember my gay classmates imitating the kissing thing Rachel McAdams and her on screen boyfriend were doing in the movie. It has been on top of my head for awhile so, why the hell not?!
4. The Avengers - I can't believe the day that I saw this one in torrent. :))) I wasn't expecting a dvdrip until september when the dvd will come out. Just imagine, my excitement when I first saw it...:))) I wasn't able to watch it in the cinemas, because I wasn't really into this superhero movies and the fact that I am scared of watching Chris Evans as Captain America. (What if he fails?!) Anyway, the movie was really funny and I liked it. I even liked diva-Loki-puny-god. :D Was really impressed with Black Widow and thought she will die because of her "bloody red ledger" rambling. Tony Stark is really really witty. :D I love his humor. I like Capt. America, but even though my sisters explained to me that he is intelligent, I still have this dissonance. How the hell does he know all those "plan of attacks"?! How the hell is he so effing NOBLE. Really?! Gaah! And I completely missed out on the whole Capt. America butt thing. I am sorry. I wasn't able to see the fuss about it. They say it was emphasized...but I don't think so...
5. The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus - Heath Ledger. The Last movie of Heath Ledger. I love love Heath Ledger and I was eternally sad that he had to die so young! :( Anyway, this movie have Heath Ledger, Johnny Depp, Jude Law and Colin Farrell. (With the exception of Colin Farell, I love love Heath Ledger and Johnny Depp, and love Jude Law. :D). So with just that the movie is already great. Not to mention it was about a story teller. and the surrealism feel of Dr. Parnassus' Imaginarium is just perfect for my wonky brain. I am just not too happy about Lily Cole. But she has really really big eyes (not to mention a big set of boobs) so I guess that compensates it. Oh! and annoying Anton was played by Andrew Garfield. Not that I am a fan. For one, he was annoying, if he was supposed to be, then Andrew Garfield was good at it. And yeah. I am not a fan of him. Except when he is Spiderman/Peter Parker.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
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I am not happy anymore.
Not that I've ever been happy with my work.
Ayoko na. I have had enough.
Ever since that uniform incident, I've been weighing scales of
resigning and staying.
And my inclinations, my gut tells me to resign.
It's scary. Yes.
But I have had enough of this bullshit.
Then I realized I will only have the "2 year experience" counter by December.
But before that it's just 1 year and some months.
But I really really want out already.
I asked the universe to give me a sign or an epiphany or something.
Something that would make my decision easier.
And lately, I've been waking up not wanting to go to the office.
I have a series of tardiness already that I really don't mind.
Except for the monetary consequences.
And I always find an excuse not to do my job.
And I keep repeating to myself. Ayoko na.
Ayoko na. Ayoko na.
But the only tangible thing that would come out of it
is that I'd be leaving right after the peak season.
And that would be in April.
I just want out. out. out.
Not that I've ever been happy with my work.
Ayoko na. I have had enough.
Ever since that uniform incident, I've been weighing scales of
resigning and staying.
And my inclinations, my gut tells me to resign.
It's scary. Yes.
But I have had enough of this bullshit.
Then I realized I will only have the "2 year experience" counter by December.
But before that it's just 1 year and some months.
But I really really want out already.
I asked the universe to give me a sign or an epiphany or something.
Something that would make my decision easier.
And lately, I've been waking up not wanting to go to the office.
I have a series of tardiness already that I really don't mind.
Except for the monetary consequences.
And I always find an excuse not to do my job.
And I keep repeating to myself. Ayoko na.
Ayoko na. Ayoko na.
But the only tangible thing that would come out of it
is that I'd be leaving right after the peak season.
And that would be in April.
I just want out. out. out.
Monday, August 13, 2012
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All I want to do is go home. Tuck myself under the sheets and finish "The Girl who Chased the Moon."
*But there is so much work to be done.
*But there is so much work to be done.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
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I was only able to watch one movie this weekend.
Can't buy me love 1987.
Starring a very young Patrick Dempsey.
Who looked like a young Sean Penn. Hehehe.
For some unknown reason, I like watching 80's teenage movie.
They seem all pop-culture-y.
It gives me the idea of how things were back in the 80's.
Every end of an 80's movie, I don't feel any sense of fulfillment or awe or anything,
but I always find myself coming back for more.
Of the most famous 80's teenage movies, I think I only have one left to watch,
that is "Ferries Bueller's day Off" and it seems like a fun movie. :D
Anyway Hemingway, I realized that the reason I am watching these
different movies, from different eras and different races is that
I want to have a glimpse of different cultures. Of different times.
Which are really really great. Like traveling and time traveling. :D
Like books, only more vivid and more short. :D
I have accepted quite lately, that I am having a shorter attention span.
And I have come to enjoy movies like "running with scissors".
I am trying to explore the "independent movies".
Not that because it's a "hipster" thing or anything.
They seem more real and appeals more to the intellect than any
commercial/superficial human interactions.
But I think I lean more to the lighter kinds of independent movies
than the heavy ones. Maybe later and maybe every now and then
but...yeah...I think I'll stick to the lighter ones like "running with scissors". :D
*On the other side of things, beside movies, I have come back to swimming again. :D :D :D
Water is LOVE.
Sarina said the other day her "joie de vivre" (joy of life) is dancing, my joie de vivre is swimming.
The father and I tried "Ace water spa" a couple of weeks ago and it was way fun.
But not for a cheap price. We paid 550 each for a four hour all-you-can-use amenities.
I got across the water spa when i was looking for an indoor pool that opens early on weekends.
They are open 6 am to 11pm.
We always swim for at little less than two hours and then we go to the hydro-massages and then to the hot herbal pools and the sauna.
Today is my first time using the sauna. It was quite nice. But one can't feel ones perspiration when one is all wet from all the swimming. :P
We had a forty 25m back and forth laps.
I was scared of doing it when father announced we'll be having forty laps this weekend.
Last week we had 30 laps and I almost gave up on the 25th.
The first week we had 20 laps.
But finishing the 40 laps this weekend was awesome. :D
After the spa, I went to sleep. and there's nothing that beats sleeping after a good hard swim, spa and a sauna. :D
Can't buy me love 1987.
Starring a very young Patrick Dempsey.
Who looked like a young Sean Penn. Hehehe.
For some unknown reason, I like watching 80's teenage movie.
They seem all pop-culture-y.
It gives me the idea of how things were back in the 80's.
Every end of an 80's movie, I don't feel any sense of fulfillment or awe or anything,
but I always find myself coming back for more.
Of the most famous 80's teenage movies, I think I only have one left to watch,
that is "Ferries Bueller's day Off" and it seems like a fun movie. :D
Anyway Hemingway, I realized that the reason I am watching these
different movies, from different eras and different races is that
I want to have a glimpse of different cultures. Of different times.
Which are really really great. Like traveling and time traveling. :D
Like books, only more vivid and more short. :D
I have accepted quite lately, that I am having a shorter attention span.
And I have come to enjoy movies like "running with scissors".
I am trying to explore the "independent movies".
Not that because it's a "hipster" thing or anything.
They seem more real and appeals more to the intellect than any
commercial/superficial human interactions.
But I think I lean more to the lighter kinds of independent movies
than the heavy ones. Maybe later and maybe every now and then
but...yeah...I think I'll stick to the lighter ones like "running with scissors". :D
*On the other side of things, beside movies, I have come back to swimming again. :D :D :D
Water is LOVE.
Sarina said the other day her "joie de vivre" (joy of life) is dancing, my joie de vivre is swimming.
The father and I tried "Ace water spa" a couple of weeks ago and it was way fun.
But not for a cheap price. We paid 550 each for a four hour all-you-can-use amenities.
I got across the water spa when i was looking for an indoor pool that opens early on weekends.
They are open 6 am to 11pm.
We always swim for at little less than two hours and then we go to the hydro-massages and then to the hot herbal pools and the sauna.
Today is my first time using the sauna. It was quite nice. But one can't feel ones perspiration when one is all wet from all the swimming. :P
We had a forty 25m back and forth laps.
I was scared of doing it when father announced we'll be having forty laps this weekend.
Last week we had 30 laps and I almost gave up on the 25th.
The first week we had 20 laps.
But finishing the 40 laps this weekend was awesome. :D
After the spa, I went to sleep. and there's nothing that beats sleeping after a good hard swim, spa and a sauna. :D
Friday, August 10, 2012
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*okay. not enough was said about "a dangerous method".
I am into psychology not as much as I used to but it's still one of the many or the few (it depends on your perspective) things that interest me. But somewhere along the way, I got so tired trying to psychoanalyze people. So, I sort of let go of it for awhile.
Anywho, I've always imagined Carl Jung as a Chinese. Racist. I know. But I can't help it.
Only to find out that he's Swiss. and that Sigmund Freud is Austrian.
*Then, last Wednesday night I've watched (with Sarina) Running with scissors.
It was a nice movie. I've never appreciated the 70's the way I've appreciated it in that movie.
The movie tackles about writing, psychology and growing up. :D
I liked it. It was nice. :D
* i can't get enough of Carly Simon's "You're so Vain". :D :D :D
..."I have dreams they were clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee."
- and Barenaked Ladies' "One Week".
..."I wear my mind on my sleeves".
I love 90's songs. Not the boyband/britney spears 90's songs. (I do love them too (I can't help it I was a 90's kid.).) The grunge songs. The alanis morisette songs. The corrs. The smells like teen spirit songs. Walking on the sun, teenage dirtbag, one week, two princes, semi-charmed life kind of songs. :D eyup! They seem and feel like they are more than just words.
I am into psychology not as much as I used to but it's still one of the many or the few (it depends on your perspective) things that interest me. But somewhere along the way, I got so tired trying to psychoanalyze people. So, I sort of let go of it for awhile.
Anywho, I've always imagined Carl Jung as a Chinese. Racist. I know. But I can't help it.
Only to find out that he's Swiss. and that Sigmund Freud is Austrian.
*Then, last Wednesday night I've watched (with Sarina) Running with scissors.
It was a nice movie. I've never appreciated the 70's the way I've appreciated it in that movie.
The movie tackles about writing, psychology and growing up. :D
I liked it. It was nice. :D
* i can't get enough of Carly Simon's "You're so Vain". :D :D :D
..."I have dreams they were clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee."
- and Barenaked Ladies' "One Week".
..."I wear my mind on my sleeves".
I love 90's songs. Not the boyband/britney spears 90's songs. (I do love them too (I can't help it I was a 90's kid.).) The grunge songs. The alanis morisette songs. The corrs. The smells like teen spirit songs. Walking on the sun, teenage dirtbag, one week, two princes, semi-charmed life kind of songs. :D eyup! They seem and feel like they are more than just words.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
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due to very very bad weather, the movies pour on.
1. My weekend with Marilyn. - Marilyn is utterly annoying. I know she had issues. But she's annoying. The only thing I liked about the movie is the period. Marilyn is annoying. I hate girls like her.
2. How to lose a guy in 10 days - nice movie. Sarina knows most of the lines in this movie. I didn't know she likes it that much.
3. Lost in translation - I TRIED watching this one but 30 minutes off from this movie and I felt like I was grossly wasting my time. Although, I can't help but admire Johanson's skin, it looked like her skin was made out of milk. And the "Lip my stockings" part was hilarious. All through out the movie there was this escalating feeling I have that I am scared of Japanese people. I don't know where did that came from. I am usually ok watching Japanese series-es, watching animes and all...hmm...
4. Laws of Attraction. Cooing-ly cute. Cute. cute. cute. The fact that I am enjoying movies like these nowadays, makes me feel I am old. But I don't care. :D
1. My weekend with Marilyn. - Marilyn is utterly annoying. I know she had issues. But she's annoying. The only thing I liked about the movie is the period. Marilyn is annoying. I hate girls like her.
2. How to lose a guy in 10 days - nice movie. Sarina knows most of the lines in this movie. I didn't know she likes it that much.
3. Lost in translation - I TRIED watching this one but 30 minutes off from this movie and I felt like I was grossly wasting my time. Although, I can't help but admire Johanson's skin, it looked like her skin was made out of milk. And the "Lip my stockings" part was hilarious. All through out the movie there was this escalating feeling I have that I am scared of Japanese people. I don't know where did that came from. I am usually ok watching Japanese series-es, watching animes and all...hmm...
4. Laws of Attraction. Cooing-ly cute. Cute. cute. cute. The fact that I am enjoying movies like these nowadays, makes me feel I am old. But I don't care. :D
Monday, August 6, 2012
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been watching movies every weekend lately.
(still not reading)
Movies I've watched lately in no order whatsoever:
1. A Dangerous Method. - psychoanalysis. enough said.
2. Starter for 10. - watched it because when I've watched An Education and not know what "reading english" mean and sarina knows what it means, I thought am I supposed to get that? Well, I asked her if how she knew what that meant and she told me she just watched starter for 10 that's why she knew. and that's why I watched it too. Not to mention, James McAvoy, Benedict Cumberbatch and the guy who plays Mycroft. Yup, Sherlock and Mycroft in an alter world. :)) Oh and that Guy who plays Tony Stark and Sky.
3. An Education. - nice era. (Tony Stark guy plays Danny here. He's just everywhere.) this movie was calling me yesterday when I wanted to watch something but I don't know which movie to watch. And it just popped in my head.
4. It's Complicated - meryl streep and alec baldwin. so cute! :)) It's been around 2 years since this movie have been suggested to me. This one is a heartbreaker. Mindbogglingly heart breaking.
5. Batman begins - because, I've already watched the dark knight and the dark knight rises and it doesn't seem right not to watch begins. Katie Holmes is just annoying. Apart from that, the movie was good. Full of quotable quotes.
6. Captain America - because! Chris Evans! I was making fun of the movie and capt. america while I was watching it. But the next day, I've always caught myself replaying certain scenes in my head. And base on my experience, it means I liked the movie.
7. What's your number - I know. pointless but. Chris Evans. sorry.
8. Alfie - why? I don't know. Maybe I just want to know how the womanizer mind works.
9. Catch me if you can. - I just want to re-watch it.
10. Down with love - "the darnest thing" re-watched.
(I've watched 9, 10, and 6 on the same day all "vintage-ish" movies. :D )
11. Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na - bollywood rom-com movie. I am just fascinated with bollywood movies. :D They are very interesting. :D Culture wise. Eye-candy wise. The women of bollywood look like godesses. :D
12. I hate Luv Storys - another bollywood rom-com. :D
(still not reading)
Movies I've watched lately in no order whatsoever:
1. A Dangerous Method. - psychoanalysis. enough said.
2. Starter for 10. - watched it because when I've watched An Education and not know what "reading english" mean and sarina knows what it means, I thought am I supposed to get that? Well, I asked her if how she knew what that meant and she told me she just watched starter for 10 that's why she knew. and that's why I watched it too. Not to mention, James McAvoy, Benedict Cumberbatch and the guy who plays Mycroft. Yup, Sherlock and Mycroft in an alter world. :)) Oh and that Guy who plays Tony Stark and Sky.
3. An Education. - nice era. (Tony Stark guy plays Danny here. He's just everywhere.) this movie was calling me yesterday when I wanted to watch something but I don't know which movie to watch. And it just popped in my head.
4. It's Complicated - meryl streep and alec baldwin. so cute! :)) It's been around 2 years since this movie have been suggested to me. This one is a heartbreaker. Mindbogglingly heart breaking.
5. Batman begins - because, I've already watched the dark knight and the dark knight rises and it doesn't seem right not to watch begins. Katie Holmes is just annoying. Apart from that, the movie was good. Full of quotable quotes.
6. Captain America - because! Chris Evans! I was making fun of the movie and capt. america while I was watching it. But the next day, I've always caught myself replaying certain scenes in my head. And base on my experience, it means I liked the movie.
7. What's your number - I know. pointless but. Chris Evans. sorry.
8. Alfie - why? I don't know. Maybe I just want to know how the womanizer mind works.
9. Catch me if you can. - I just want to re-watch it.
10. Down with love - "the darnest thing" re-watched.
(I've watched 9, 10, and 6 on the same day all "vintage-ish" movies. :D )
11. Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na - bollywood rom-com movie. I am just fascinated with bollywood movies. :D They are very interesting. :D Culture wise. Eye-candy wise. The women of bollywood look like godesses. :D
12. I hate Luv Storys - another bollywood rom-com. :D
Thursday, July 26, 2012
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* As my frustration for reading (or lack thereof) a book. I
decided to turn to goodreads. (Actually, I am just bored and I hate to do work
today. I have a few reasons to feel that way. For one, yesterday, was a hectic
deadline day. And I am almost done with the deadlines for next week. So it is a
"chill" day. Another is that we'd be having a seminar tomorrow so it
totally puts off the momentum in working efficiently today.) Anyway, as I sojourn
in Goodreads, I realize the reason why I am having a reader’s block. Most of
the books in the recommendations are love stories wrappeed around a good plot.
There are books with good plots but 98% of them have an annoying love story on
the side or most probably at the center. It is painstakingly annoying.
Anyway, I thrived on. I came across with the BOOK THIEF and
started reading it.
And for the first few pages I liked it. Like, owh a good book
without cheesy love story on the top! And then, somewhere in the middle of the
first chapter(s), the novelty wears off. And it talks too fancy for my current
state right now that I have to have double takes reading the lines.
Then I went back to Goodreads and come across KAFKA ON THE SHORE,
and it looks interesting. Then I read the commemts and a particular phrase struck
me “lost in translation”. Such phrase made me realize that I have a fear and
nuance with that idea. “Lost in Translation”. I mean, I’ve read a few Norwegian
books that are translated in English and so are Paulo Coelho books translated
iin English. And so I often wonder how the hell am I suppose to know that I am getting the real deal?
Great interlaced words in the books native tongue could be lost to normal lines
when translated. And perfectly interlaced words that would be striking in the translated
version may not mean as much in the native language.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
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*Will somebody send my way a good book that will lead me back to my first love?
Not that I am missing it, the truth is I couldn't find in myself the
sense of wanting to read a book.
Like I said, the last time I went inside a bookstore, I felt
claustrophobic and that the books feel like they would attack me. It
is more disturbing that I don't feel like picking up a book. Whenever
my attention stray too long from reading, I have panic attacks and I'd
stop watching and start reading and fall in love with books all over
again.
But not this time. The books aren't calling me forth. And I am feeling
a sense of happiness whenever I watch.
I have a smile on my face that doesn't go away even if I am aware that
I look stupid.
I told my friend about this dilemma and she said I should just savor
this thing going on with watching things and not be paranoid for not
wanting to read. And I accepted her suggestion. But seriously, it is
not normal for me.
Oh well towel.
Not that I am missing it, the truth is I couldn't find in myself the
sense of wanting to read a book.
Like I said, the last time I went inside a bookstore, I felt
claustrophobic and that the books feel like they would attack me. It
is more disturbing that I don't feel like picking up a book. Whenever
my attention stray too long from reading, I have panic attacks and I'd
stop watching and start reading and fall in love with books all over
again.
But not this time. The books aren't calling me forth. And I am feeling
a sense of happiness whenever I watch.
I have a smile on my face that doesn't go away even if I am aware that
I look stupid.
I told my friend about this dilemma and she said I should just savor
this thing going on with watching things and not be paranoid for not
wanting to read. And I accepted her suggestion. But seriously, it is
not normal for me.
Oh well towel.
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I am climbing up the ladder of cynicism.
If the girl who believed in one true loves and destiny
can turn into someone who doesn't believe in everlasting love and
that the future is not set in stone,
then I believe that the girl who loves hugs and physical affection can
learn not to.
and that the girl who cares too much
could cease to care.
If the girl who believed in one true loves and destiny
can turn into someone who doesn't believe in everlasting love and
that the future is not set in stone,
then I believe that the girl who loves hugs and physical affection can
learn not to.
and that the girl who cares too much
could cease to care.
Monday, July 23, 2012
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* NEVER EVER tie your happiness with a person.
and that is an absolute rule. no exception.
the first time I read such lines, i thought yeah that's easy.
but subconsciously, i was only thinking of the people I WILL meet.
not realizing that I should sever the ties I tied around people I already know.
and then reality kicks you in the face.
and say STUPID! loud and clear.
so I say. FINE!
I am not tying no nothing on nobody!
I don't care!
Fuck these people.
The less you care the more happy you are biting bullshit.
But I am letting go and I don't care.
I'll be as civil as possible.
but I want them to feel the cold in civil.
This is me severing the ties that must be severed.
and that is an absolute rule. no exception.
the first time I read such lines, i thought yeah that's easy.
but subconsciously, i was only thinking of the people I WILL meet.
not realizing that I should sever the ties I tied around people I already know.
and then reality kicks you in the face.
and say STUPID! loud and clear.
so I say. FINE!
I am not tying no nothing on nobody!
I don't care!
Fuck these people.
The less you care the more happy you are biting bullshit.
But I am letting go and I don't care.
I'll be as civil as possible.
but I want them to feel the cold in civil.
This is me severing the ties that must be severed.
Friday, July 20, 2012
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Reliable. Funny. Weird. Passionate. Detailed (very specific).
Those are the five words Sarina would describe me. I asked her to describe me in five words and that's what she came up with. Hmmm...
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Those are the five words Sarina would describe me. I asked her to describe me in five words and that's what she came up with. Hmmm...
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Thursday, July 19, 2012
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I was not put in this life to compete. So stop competing with me. You won't win. No matter how hard you try and not even if I don't try. >:)))) :p
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Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
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Quotes that called me lately.
*Do not tie your happiness to people or things. Tie it to a goal.
*Arguing with a fool proves there are two.
*Don't teach your children how to live, live and let them watch you do it.
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*wing clipper. :P
It is hard to accept the realization that a person who is supposed to be "one of the winds beneath your wings" turns out to be a wing clipper. bastard!
*I wonder what kind of self-fulfillment some people get from seeing/expecting the worst of/from other people. messed up creatures.
(Who hurt you?! - Cam, Modern Family).
*Saying "I don't have time" is obnoxious under certain circumstances, like let's say, when you REALLY HAVE time. OBNOXIOUS. The Obnoxiousness of some people are up my neck already. It's way past my understanding and tolerance.
*yay! this post is turning in to a rampage of negative vibes I've been dwelling with the past few hours.
*The thing is there are good stuffs with these downers,
For one, the wing clippers make you realize you don't need there so called wind beneath your wings. It is nice to know that your wings are sturdy enough without them. It is free-ing. :D
The good thing about the Obnoxious is I have relearned to sojourn through gadgets and websites AGAIN on my own. Cause I got lazy relying on obnoxious. Now, I am pretty back on my old reliable horse. :D
Lastly, having messed up creatures that have been hurt in the past and is lashing out in the present makes you know and realize what you don't want to be. :D
*great turn around for this post. :D :D :D
It is hard to accept the realization that a person who is supposed to be "one of the winds beneath your wings" turns out to be a wing clipper. bastard!
*I wonder what kind of self-fulfillment some people get from seeing/expecting the worst of/from other people. messed up creatures.
(Who hurt you?! - Cam, Modern Family).
*Saying "I don't have time" is obnoxious under certain circumstances, like let's say, when you REALLY HAVE time. OBNOXIOUS. The Obnoxiousness of some people are up my neck already. It's way past my understanding and tolerance.
*yay! this post is turning in to a rampage of negative vibes I've been dwelling with the past few hours.
*The thing is there are good stuffs with these downers,
For one, the wing clippers make you realize you don't need there so called wind beneath your wings. It is nice to know that your wings are sturdy enough without them. It is free-ing. :D
The good thing about the Obnoxious is I have relearned to sojourn through gadgets and websites AGAIN on my own. Cause I got lazy relying on obnoxious. Now, I am pretty back on my old reliable horse. :D
Lastly, having messed up creatures that have been hurt in the past and is lashing out in the present makes you know and realize what you don't want to be. :D
*great turn around for this post. :D :D :D
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Monday, July 9, 2012
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* our office internet is so damn slow. it will take forever to download the 3rd season of big bang theory. gah!
*the father was upset yesterday. because my sisters and i went to the mall and not have our lunch at home. sarina and i went to trinoma to eat sbarro and brother's burger. the twins went to trinoma to have their post birthday shopping spree. father was upset because he said "sunday na nga lang tayo na bubuo tapos aalis pa sila". i am not entirely sure if that is the main reason or if it is just because we were supposed to have crispy pata for lunch and he went from crispy pata to tuyo (dried fish).
*bought my parents coco bun from breadtalk. they both loved it. :D they say it tastes like pan de coco, which i can not relate to. my mother asked how much it was and i said 33 each. and she was just shocked. she said it was too expensive for a bun. but i was happy i found something i can bring them whenever i go out...hehehe...and my mother, though shocked with the price, asked if there's more. hahaha. i only bought two cause i wasn't sure if they'd like it.
*the father was upset yesterday. because my sisters and i went to the mall and not have our lunch at home. sarina and i went to trinoma to eat sbarro and brother's burger. the twins went to trinoma to have their post birthday shopping spree. father was upset because he said "sunday na nga lang tayo na bubuo tapos aalis pa sila". i am not entirely sure if that is the main reason or if it is just because we were supposed to have crispy pata for lunch and he went from crispy pata to tuyo (dried fish).
*bought my parents coco bun from breadtalk. they both loved it. :D they say it tastes like pan de coco, which i can not relate to. my mother asked how much it was and i said 33 each. and she was just shocked. she said it was too expensive for a bun. but i was happy i found something i can bring them whenever i go out...hehehe...and my mother, though shocked with the price, asked if there's more. hahaha. i only bought two cause i wasn't sure if they'd like it.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
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*sinking my teeth on big bang theory and modern family. :D
loving both series-es! :D
*today, i went in a book shop and felt suffocated.
i never thought a day like this would come.
but it felt like the books were attacking me.
and i am quite lazy nowadays to pick up a good book and read it.
what is happening to me?!
*and one of my sisters are following my blog. so i guess i have to
reread my entries and edit my grammatical errors.
loving both series-es! :D
*today, i went in a book shop and felt suffocated.
i never thought a day like this would come.
but it felt like the books were attacking me.
and i am quite lazy nowadays to pick up a good book and read it.
what is happening to me?!
*and one of my sisters are following my blog. so i guess i have to
reread my entries and edit my grammatical errors.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
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sarina: meron ka pa ba?
me: wala na.
sarina: bakit ang sungit mo pa din?
me: masungit naman talaga ako.
sarina: dati yun.
me: well, i am back!
me: wala na.
sarina: bakit ang sungit mo pa din?
me: masungit naman talaga ako.
sarina: dati yun.
me: well, i am back!
Friday, June 15, 2012
kathang-isip 002
Inspired by Sarah Kay's "A Love Letter: Toothbrush to the Bicycle Tire"
A Love Letter: Fork to Socket
I was always meant to be with someone else.
I was particularly made to go hand in hand with someone else.
Our birthmarks ornate together like perfect work of art.
Our sterling shines together. In perfect symmetry, perfect carves and perfect shallows.
The clink and the clank we make in perfect harmony.
We feed the same mouth and satisfy the same stomach.
People can't help but tell us "you are a perfect match".
Others would say "match made in heaven".
And that was fine. Perfectly fine.
All my life I was raised with the idea of spending the rest of my life with this someone.
And I always thought it was okay. That it was normal. And I was fine. Perfectly fine.
Until I’ve accidentally met you.
We were never supposed to meet.
But a sneaky curious hand led me on your way.
And the slightest touch electrified me.
And after that fortunate accident.
I can no longer restrain myself.
The livewire you have awaken in me is insatiable.
I can’t seem to be satisfied with just the clink and the clank of
Normal, ordinary, mundane life.
No. Not since when I’ve met you.
They said that I wouldn’t be able to handle you.
You are dangerous to say the least.
And that I was lucky to survive our first encounter.
That my body would’t be able to handle such chemistry, such electricity.
But I don’t mind.
I don’t mind.
Why would I mind if my carves and shallows won’t fit yours?
Why would I mind if there would be others that would fit you perfectly,
From time to time. From one snuggle to another.
Why would I mind that you light up somebody else?
Why would I mind? When all you did was made me feel alive.
That single moment of diversion in my long since been laid out life,
You made me feel alive. Why would I mind?
And if electrocution would be the last thing that would happen to me,
I’ll embrace you with all the force I can master and
Let all those electricity ran through my veins and fire up and light up the night sky.
And if getting close to you will be the end of me,
I’ll hold you as tightly as can be that even if in this life we weren’t meant to be,
At least my last thoughts would be, maybe in the next life...
Maybe.
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Sarah's poems are beautiful but Phil's are moving. But together, they are magic.
I am currently falling in love with these two over and over again.
Fell in love with Sarah's poems when I first watched her TED talk and she opened it with "B" and ended it with "Hiroshima". I was wide eyed and giddy while listening to B, heart strings and my soul was tugged with Hiroshima.
Fell in love with Phil Kaye in "An Origin Story" (co-written/presented with Sarah) that poem is just mind blowing and it hits some chords home. I know someone who is quite identical to me, knows his existence, he knows mine but we haven't met yet. After all this time, after all the circumstances, etc. etc.
I've downloaded most of Sarah's poems in my itouch and watched them over and over and over again. Most especially "Postcards" and "A Love Letter: Toothbrush to Bicycle Tire". Postcards because of
"I've already fallen in love with far too many postage stamps. When you appeared on my doorstep wearing nothing but a postcard promise." and "There's a girl who still writes you, she doesn't know how not to.".
And Toothbrush to Bicycle Tire mind blows! It is mind boggling. The more I ponder about that poem the more amazed I am with Sarah. That poem is so amazing, so hard to even recreate it. Anything else feels lame. I sat through one commute home thinking of two inanimate objects I can make a love letter out of and it was just so hard. Pondering on the possibilities, without falling too much on the pattern of Sarah's. I have finally decided on Fork to (Power) Socket. The words lacing together inside my head makes me tingle with life and anticipation. :D
Then there's "When Love Arrives" performed by Sarah and Phil just recently uploaded in youtube.
And I so freakingly loved it. I transcribed it. Because the lyrics weren't still available yesterday. That's how much I love it.
"Love is not who you were expecting. Love is not what you can predict."
"Maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for Love."
"Maybe love stays. Maybe love can't. Maybe love shouldn't."
"Loves arrives exactly when love is supposed to. And love leaves exactly when love must."
Then I started downloading Phil's poems. And was moved by "Repetition". How when you repeat words over and over and over again, they lose their meaning. "You watch a sunset too often, it just becomes 6 PM. If you just wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up, one day you'll forget why."
And then there's "Teeth". Phil talks Japanese! O.O amazed! :D Anywho, he has a rich family background, torned and all but to tell your lineage the way he tells his in "Teeth" is amazing. His words are imperfect, moving, beautiful and deep. It talks to my soul. :D
I have this terrible terrible urge to memorize their poems. Whenever I can, I repeat their words inside my head. And just let my own words flow and get lost with theirs.
I thank Sarah and Phil Kay(e) even if they won't ever know. And I thank the Universe for bringing them my way.
**All of the mentioned poems can be found on youtube. I am sorry, too lazy to put links here. And the constraints being imposed here in the office makes it more hard...:))
I am currently falling in love with these two over and over again.
Fell in love with Sarah's poems when I first watched her TED talk and she opened it with "B" and ended it with "Hiroshima". I was wide eyed and giddy while listening to B, heart strings and my soul was tugged with Hiroshima.
Fell in love with Phil Kaye in "An Origin Story" (co-written/presented with Sarah) that poem is just mind blowing and it hits some chords home. I know someone who is quite identical to me, knows his existence, he knows mine but we haven't met yet. After all this time, after all the circumstances, etc. etc.
I've downloaded most of Sarah's poems in my itouch and watched them over and over and over again. Most especially "Postcards" and "A Love Letter: Toothbrush to Bicycle Tire". Postcards because of
"I've already fallen in love with far too many postage stamps. When you appeared on my doorstep wearing nothing but a postcard promise." and "There's a girl who still writes you, she doesn't know how not to.".
And Toothbrush to Bicycle Tire mind blows! It is mind boggling. The more I ponder about that poem the more amazed I am with Sarah. That poem is so amazing, so hard to even recreate it. Anything else feels lame. I sat through one commute home thinking of two inanimate objects I can make a love letter out of and it was just so hard. Pondering on the possibilities, without falling too much on the pattern of Sarah's. I have finally decided on Fork to (Power) Socket. The words lacing together inside my head makes me tingle with life and anticipation. :D
Then there's "When Love Arrives" performed by Sarah and Phil just recently uploaded in youtube.
And I so freakingly loved it. I transcribed it. Because the lyrics weren't still available yesterday. That's how much I love it.
"Love is not who you were expecting. Love is not what you can predict."
"Maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for Love."
"Maybe love stays. Maybe love can't. Maybe love shouldn't."
"Loves arrives exactly when love is supposed to. And love leaves exactly when love must."
Then I started downloading Phil's poems. And was moved by "Repetition". How when you repeat words over and over and over again, they lose their meaning. "You watch a sunset too often, it just becomes 6 PM. If you just wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up, one day you'll forget why."
And then there's "Teeth". Phil talks Japanese! O.O amazed! :D Anywho, he has a rich family background, torned and all but to tell your lineage the way he tells his in "Teeth" is amazing. His words are imperfect, moving, beautiful and deep. It talks to my soul. :D
I have this terrible terrible urge to memorize their poems. Whenever I can, I repeat their words inside my head. And just let my own words flow and get lost with theirs.
I thank Sarah and Phil Kay(e) even if they won't ever know. And I thank the Universe for bringing them my way.
**All of the mentioned poems can be found on youtube. I am sorry, too lazy to put links here. And the constraints being imposed here in the office makes it more hard...:))
Thursday, June 7, 2012
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"Dabble in everything you can put your hands on." -ms. Sandra, my soul card reader told me.
Dabble. Dabble. I haven't really paid much attention to that word before. Dabble. Dabble is such a funny word. It sounds like a bumblebee dipping its behind on a pond or a water cup, making swirls and feeling good with itself.
That's how the word dabble feels like to me.
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Dabble. Dabble. I haven't really paid much attention to that word before. Dabble. Dabble is such a funny word. It sounds like a bumblebee dipping its behind on a pond or a water cup, making swirls and feeling good with itself.
That's how the word dabble feels like to me.
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Wednesday, June 6, 2012
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I've been noticing the changes in my preferences lately. The most obvious one is the shift from purple and yellow to red. And as my fondness for red grow so as my personal things become red. Like my bag, the protector of my itouch, my clothes, my favorite dress, my notebook and so on.
Another, which is more recent is that of my dangling earrings. My earrings are usually whoopingly big or long. They have the bohemian kind of feel. And thankfully, they go along with my big, curly, sometimes wavy hair. Lately, whenever I come across earrings with bohemian feel, I don't feel the urge to buy them. They are no longer calling to me like a nymph I can't resist.
There are so many changes in my preferences which come as gradually as possible but piled up in time that the substance of the girl that I was five to seven years ago is barely visible among the pile of changes. If you'd go and look for her in a pool of water, you'd only see a blur version of her and she would wave and smile at you. But you'd only see her wave and probably just the outline of her smile. But that's as far as it is because she's no longer me.
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Another, which is more recent is that of my dangling earrings. My earrings are usually whoopingly big or long. They have the bohemian kind of feel. And thankfully, they go along with my big, curly, sometimes wavy hair. Lately, whenever I come across earrings with bohemian feel, I don't feel the urge to buy them. They are no longer calling to me like a nymph I can't resist.
There are so many changes in my preferences which come as gradually as possible but piled up in time that the substance of the girl that I was five to seven years ago is barely visible among the pile of changes. If you'd go and look for her in a pool of water, you'd only see a blur version of her and she would wave and smile at you. But you'd only see her wave and probably just the outline of her smile. But that's as far as it is because she's no longer me.
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Sometimes, I can fool myself that I can sit perfectly still. Metaphorically, at least. That no one can rock this boat. This boat I am currently rowing in. But no. Fear strikes so often like thunder in a quiet night. Uncertainty and insecurity fills me up like unwanted sea water in my lungs.
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The lies we believed in high school. The ideals we wrapped around things, events and mostly, people. I saw my ideals have cracks when I was in college. But I didn't stand there long enough to watch most, if not all, of them shatter.
I am far from the 16 year old girl who graduated in high school in the year 2006. I can say she looked at things with rose tinted glasses. Yes, she was evermore the romantic. She believes in one true love, destiny, soul mates, among others. She writes poems of unrequited love.
But the girl typing this now doesn't. Doesn't believe in one true love. Doesn't entirely believe in pure destiny set in stone. Still believes in soul mates but in a completely different context.
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I am far from the 16 year old girl who graduated in high school in the year 2006. I can say she looked at things with rose tinted glasses. Yes, she was evermore the romantic. She believes in one true love, destiny, soul mates, among others. She writes poems of unrequited love.
But the girl typing this now doesn't. Doesn't believe in one true love. Doesn't entirely believe in pure destiny set in stone. Still believes in soul mates but in a completely different context.
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I forgot to post or let the world know that on the 28th of May, year 2012. My cousins from my father side, my paternal grandmother, my sister and I made this slim cosmic probability of meeting at the airport. They were bound to Singapore and we were bound to Vietnam on our way to Siem reap. I wasn't able to get a picture because I was shy. I am not comfortable asking people for their photos to be taken. One of the many reasons why I thrive in taking candid/stolen shots. Going back to the tiny cosmic probability of meeting relatives at the airport, I mean what are the chances you'd run into someone you know at the airport? More so, someone related to you? Of course we knew beforehand that they'd be there and vice versa. But we didn't plan that our flights would be on the same day and the same early morning. It was nice seeing my cousins and being able to update our lives without the help of trusty old Facebook. And I love the fact that I know my Lola (grandmother) even from behind. In whatever shape she is currently in. Be it that her hair is black or grey, or white. Be that she's super fair or she got tanned from being exposed in the province sun. Or be it that she gains or loses weight. I am proud to know my grandma like that. :D
Thursday, May 31, 2012, 2:22 PM
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The stark contrast of siem reap and Bangkok continues. In siem reap all the temples or most of the temples are made of grey stone. In Bangkok, they are made of gold, ceramics, porcelain, and other gem stones. The temples and the palace are all beautiful. The ones in Bangkok made me feel like I'm inside one of my favorite animes. The one set in ancient China.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012, 7:13 PM
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The shift from siem reap to Bangkok is overwhelming. I feel like I have to have wider set of eyes here in Bangkok to be able to take everything in.
In siem reap, I don't think they have a highway. In Bangkok, all I can see are highways. In SR, it was the cutest airport I've ever seen, it looks like a resort. :D. In BK, we have to ride an airport bus just so we can reach the airport lobby.
The downside of BK is my mom's choice. She downgraded our hotel. So we are in a non-key card hotel. And the shower looks like it has not been used for ages. And the air-con is ancient. Pfft! So much for being in a great city. I know, I shouldn't mind. But it is quite an adjustment from SR's hotel.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012, 7:13 PM
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In siem reap, I don't think they have a highway. In Bangkok, all I can see are highways. In SR, it was the cutest airport I've ever seen, it looks like a resort. :D. In BK, we have to ride an airport bus just so we can reach the airport lobby.
The downside of BK is my mom's choice. She downgraded our hotel. So we are in a non-key card hotel. And the shower looks like it has not been used for ages. And the air-con is ancient. Pfft! So much for being in a great city. I know, I shouldn't mind. But it is quite an adjustment from SR's hotel.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012, 7:13 PM
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The thing about traveling in a foreign country is that there is a tendency that your inhibitions would have a higher tolerance level. One would be less self conscious. What with all the foreign things happening around you, the primeval need for comfort and the anonymity. For me, I don't mind walking for hours as long as there is water at hand. I don't mind the heat and the rain as long as if I want water, it's a available. That's my comfort zone. At least for this Cambodia trip.
As for anonymity, one would think people would be more friendly and worldly (more accessible for a foreign conversation) but no. People with companions still speak there native tongue for anonymity. For a wall. For a divide. Or for a less cynic point, maybe they'd just like to be at home away from home. At least, with expressing themselves they are comfortable.
Another anonymity thing is the differences in cultures. Other nationalities wouldn't easily judge other foreigners because there is this gap in cultures. One wouldn't know which is acceptable to one and not to the other. I love that leeway but I also fear it. It's a freeing thought but it is also prisoning. I am most afraid of offending other people with my actions or choices just because I don't know their culture. It is freeing because they don't really have an idea of what is the 'normalcy' in my culture.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012, 7:13 PM
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As for anonymity, one would think people would be more friendly and worldly (more accessible for a foreign conversation) but no. People with companions still speak there native tongue for anonymity. For a wall. For a divide. Or for a less cynic point, maybe they'd just like to be at home away from home. At least, with expressing themselves they are comfortable.
Another anonymity thing is the differences in cultures. Other nationalities wouldn't easily judge other foreigners because there is this gap in cultures. One wouldn't know which is acceptable to one and not to the other. I love that leeway but I also fear it. It's a freeing thought but it is also prisoning. I am most afraid of offending other people with my actions or choices just because I don't know their culture. It is freeing because they don't really have an idea of what is the 'normalcy' in my culture.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012, 7:13 PM
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I think I have just ruined the hotel's blow dryer. Due to overheating. But we've already checked out and they were not able to detect my misuse. The thing is I've been blow drying my intimates because I wash it after use and I don't want to pack it wet. Anyway, when the overheat happened I was drying my sando because it was wet with sweat. Like I said I sweat a lot. What can I do? I just have so much body water to give back to the universe. Hehehe.
Monday, May 28, 2012, 3:05 PM
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The good thing about tourist spots is that all tourists don't really mind other people because they are focused with the "tour". Meaning they are all consumed with the tourist spot. My point is, when people are touring and are walking and the tourist spot happens to be a tropical country like Cambodia, people tend to SWEAT. Yes, in capital letters. The good thing is nobody cares nor minds that all the other people are sweating (too). They only care when's someone stinks. Good thing for me I am just sweaty. Twice sweaty-er. Than the average person, probably because I weigh twice the average person.
Monday, May 28, 2012, 3:05 PM
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There's wifi and I can't use it. Why? Exactly my sentiment. My itouch's battery is also near drained-dom. And it is just 11:30 am Manila time and 10:30 am Vietnam time. Still have to spend 35 mins waiting for boarding time. Spent a few moments watching "my best friend's wedding" I love it. All those underlying, restrained emotions! But I am on the part I don't like the most. The plotting embarrassing part. So I stopped. Plus, I am feeling guilty not talking to my sister. The thing is she is trying to sleep. So, why talk to her? Pfft. I still can't connect to the net! Tss. Battery is running low.
Monday, May 28, 2012, 3:05 PM
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There's this pinch of a day, every weekday that I look forward to. The only part of the day, that makes life more of a living than just plain existing. Some days it is just a glimpse. And on some lucky days, it takes forty minutes at the most. You know that part of the day, that wakes you up. The reason that there's a spring on your back to just wake up because there's something to look forward to? Well, today it is official that, that part of my day ceases to exist. Probably, it started last week, but I was in total denial. But all things must end. And the end of a chapter almost always leads to another chapter. That's supposed to be a consolation. But a new chapter doesn't promise that it will be better or worse than the preceding one or the succeeding one. You just have to live through it. There's no consolation whatsoever.
Monday, May 28, 2012, 3:05 PM
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The things that set me on edge today:
1. It is raining.
1.1 I've checked the weather forecast for siem reap and Bangkok for the following days and they all say chance of storms. If that's not depressing, that's frustrating to say the least. I hope and I really do pray that the weather would be oh so kind.
2. I need load. Cellphone load for roaming. And I don't have money. I still have to withdraw. And I'd be withdrawing the last one thousand pesos I am willing to withdraw. And it is raining, making this withdrawing task really stressful.
3. Someone who lights up my day has been missing in action in a while and I think I've seen the last of that person. And that is just depressing. Just depressing indeed.
4. One of my friends has breast issues. And I have this big paranoia that I have one too. I am going to kill myself because of these kind of thoughts. Grr... Hassle.
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1. It is raining.
1.1 I've checked the weather forecast for siem reap and Bangkok for the following days and they all say chance of storms. If that's not depressing, that's frustrating to say the least. I hope and I really do pray that the weather would be oh so kind.
2. I need load. Cellphone load for roaming. And I don't have money. I still have to withdraw. And I'd be withdrawing the last one thousand pesos I am willing to withdraw. And it is raining, making this withdrawing task really stressful.
3. Someone who lights up my day has been missing in action in a while and I think I've seen the last of that person. And that is just depressing. Just depressing indeed.
4. One of my friends has breast issues. And I have this big paranoia that I have one too. I am going to kill myself because of these kind of thoughts. Grr... Hassle.
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