Thursday, October 30, 2003
Rude Awakenings
I HATE my next door neighbors. I live beside an Opus Dei seminary (a stark contrast to my heathen family).
8 AM: was rudely awakened by someone hammering something next door. They do this very often. Is that house perpetually under construction?! And if it is, can't they start on it at a decent hour?! It's f*cking sembreak and I still don't get to sleep in! Doesn't help that my bed is by the bedroom window, which is directly beside the neighbor's roof.
As always, when I am rudely awakened, I began to yell "shut up!!!", "ano ba?!", and some cuss words while still lying in bed with my eyes closed. I am very bitchy and gutsy like that when I am rudely awakened, even to dogs barking outside (the strange thing is, they really do stop barking when I yell at them).
I fell asleep again with my fingers in my ears (yes, I can do that) but was rudely awakened again an hour later by the maid because the painters had come...then I remembered my room was scheduled to be repainted for the next two days. Shit. Had to transfer to my parent's room which had no curtains, which meant all the sunlight streamed in freely. I found it very vexacious . Fell asleep on a bare mattress with my head sandwiched between two pillows to shut out the light.
Was rudely awakened for the final time because I forgot to tell the painters what color I wanted. Shit.
Now I'm permanently awake.
To top it all off, I fell asleep last night with this weird Japanese product plastered to the soles of my feet. It's for women who have dysmenorreah (okay, now you all know its that time of the month. Yay). It's a pad you stick on your feet overnight, all the toxins in your body are supposed to leak out through the soles of your feet via osmosis, making the pad turn black. Women have sworn that wearing the pad dispells all symptoms of dysmenorreah, and makes them feel rejuvenated and energetic when they wake up.
I don't know if it worked...I only got 5 hours sleep but I do feel rejuvenated...then again, I've been oddly hyper since last night. But the pads didn't turn black. it turned beige, and it was a little wet but I think it was only sweat.
Davide and other things
Exactly a year ago from now, I was with Chief Justice Hilario Davide in Cambodia along with the Ramon Magsaysay Foundation. He had just been awarded the Ramon Magsaysay prize (FYI, it's the Nobel Prize of Asia, financed by the Rockefeller Foundation), prize money of something like 30,000 dollars. Poor man. Victory last year, and scandal exactly a year later. I even have a picture beside him in Angkor Wat but I can't find it. He was so funny too...so serious all the time, but very kind and gentlemanly.
I biked over to Ateneo yesterday to check out that rally Cory was holding for him (yes, I have been biking. Ala doing a physical activity! How unheard of). Well there was this woman there delivering a speech addressed to the youth wherein she was explaining Philippine politics in terms of Middle Earth and Ragnarok. I found it all a little funny.
Went home after awhile because it was so hot, and my legs hurt. Spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning my room again, and listening to Razorback again.
Had dinner with my tito and his family at Banana Leaf last night. As dinners with Tito Butch always go, we ordered 3 times more food than we actually needed. I ended up bringing home all the leftovers. Bought a Sugarfree CD finally...I'm sick of waiting for people to lend me a copy.
Whoever you are...
There is such a thing as email, friendster, and even text when you want to send people messages. You are intruding, and you are trespassing, and I don't know what hacker code you used to get my password but BACK OFF!!! You can deliver messages the NORMAL way via email or something instead of hacking into people's blogger accounts.
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Wednesday, October 29, 2003
Ateneans, SEC-benchers, Katipunan roaders, and people who live in our general area, come to our:ARIKOMAMBO SUPER UKAY-UKAY BONANZA!!!
Brought to you by K8, Ala, Golda, and Trina!
On November 3, 2 PM @
We'll be selling all our old stuff: clothes (used and unused), shoes, and some other stuff we wanna get rid of. If you're not gonna buy anything, you can support us by dropping by and bringing us food. :-p
So friends, if you've been wanting that top of Ala's, that sweater of Kate's, that belt of Golda's, and those shoes of Trina, you just might find them for sale.
*** note, if you do not live in our general area, it's not our fault if you waste your gas coming here and if you don't find what you're looking for :-p. These are our clothes.
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Tuesday, October 28, 2003
Resumed cleaning my room this morning which lead me to commit a sin. A sin against myself. I read all my old diaries. All my diaries have been stored away in this box my friends made for me. Over time, I've come to regard it as some kind of Pandora's box. I dare not open it. I used to read some of my diaries and spend the rest of the day either bawling, or in a despressive, lethargic slump. In my sophomore year of college, I decided to lock the diaries away because I thought it would help me to live more in the present moment and not dwell on the past. Today I found them. I couldn't resist. I had to read them.
I started off with the gradeschool diaries. Those were pretty funny. I had all these school girl crushes whom at the time were my biggest source of frustration and insecurity. I had the funniest way of writing too, I'd begin each entry with "Dear diary", and when I'd skip a day, I'd start the entry with an apology to the diary for neglecting it! My diary's name was "Lucy", after Lucille Ball. I would also have these entries written in huge handwriting that would go something like "Dear Diary, today we had spaghetti for lunch. It was nice. Love, Ala."
Highschool diaries were filled with considerably more angst, but over very trivial things (they didn't seem so trivial then). I kept reading these entries I wrote over some guy whom I was convinced I was in-love with, the first guy who ever got me "heartbroken", and I couldn't stop laughing and I could feel my toes curl every time I'd cringe at some cheesy thing I wrote. The funny thing is, I kind of forgot the guy even existed until I read the entry and remembered him. I was writing really seriously about alot of silly stuff, mostly about boys we had met in soirees. I thought I had the world figured out then.
I also wrote some "poetry", and there was this one poem called "Ode to ICQ" haha! ICQ! Everyone was obsessed with it then. It also had 2 million doodles and neo-prints in it, all these drawings that were supposed to "express how I feel". I also wrote down alot of lyrics of songs I used like, and I would try to compose my own rap lyrics too haha! You gotta love your younger self.
My college diaries are mostly dead-serious and miserable, probably because I only wrote in them when I was miserable (I can't write as much when I'm happy). I'm such a suffering, whimpering, anxious wreck in all of them, and the few entries that are not depressing are all very spiritual, like I'm trying to convince myself. I didn't spend too much time on those although I found with joy and relief that I could laugh at them too, and that I could read them very objectively. All the poems I wrote used metaphors like "dust", and "darkness", and I saw that I used the metaphor "black hole" and the adjective "empty" quite a number of times.
It's a shame that I would only write when I was sad, because college was really such a blast and it was just as happy as it was sad. But I only have sad diary entries to remember them by.
I just realized that I used the word "was" in the last paragraph, as if college were already over. I have three months of school before I graduate and thinking about it makes me sad. I mean college has been so f*cking awesome. Life just won't be the same when college is over. College is a wonderful state in between being a teenager and an adult: young enough to still do crazy, irresponsible, teenage things, and old enough to do crazy,irresponsible, adult things.
I love how my entire barkada lives in dorms located within walking distance of my house. I love how we can just crash in each other's places at any given time. I love all our little roadtrips. I love late-night drinking/bonding sessions with different people I've known. I love wandering Katipunan Road at night with different people, sitting on the steps of empty buildings and having nice talks. I love heading over to KAFE, even if we just listen to the same old bands play. I love meeting up with people for lunch, merienda, or dinner at some small, cheap restaurant in front of Ateneo. I love the people in college most of all.
I'm getting all sentimental and I'm not even sure if I'm going to graduate yet.
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Monday, October 27, 2003
Footloose
Yay, I'm doing theater again! Well, sorta. Blue Repertory is offering me a cameo role in their upcoming production of "Footloose". Their also asking if I want to join the chorus, but I don't think I'll have the time though my heart wants to. My schedule might be too tight...but then again, it's my last semester of college. Why not make it go out with a bang?
But anyway, I'll be playing Irene, the country singer. She opens act 2 of the play with a song. They're getting different people to guest as Irene for each show so I'll only be in one I think. I so miss theater. The drama club and Repertory summer workshops were my life in highschool. And this time I get to sing too and I love to sing. I'm a karaoke mic hog. I'm a closet singer. It's frightening to step out from the shadows when you're surrounded by so many talented and established musicians (read: father, boyfriend, band friends) even though I've had this persistent, and tormenting "singing itch" since about 2nd year highschool when I found out I could sing. I jump at any opportunity to perform, but someone has to prod me to. I'm too scared to just go do it all by myself but I promised myself that I will before I die. If I don't fullfill that promise, I just know my soul will eternally wander the dark, endless, corridors of regret in purgatory after I die.
It's a big production too. It's going to be in RCBC, live band and all. Something to be excited about. Yay!
Upcoming Ukay-ukay
I spent the whole afternoon cleaning my room. It's been a month since my sister moved out and I'm still trying to sort through the remnants of herself that she didn't take along. Today I did make-up and underwear. I put all the old, ratty panties with stretched-out garter, and socks that she didn't take along into a sack, to be tossed into storage until someone decides to turn them into basahan.
I also sifted through the makeup she had left behind, a whole drawerful of it. All the little compacts, and tubes, and what-not were all covered with what appeared to be a layer of solidified dust. I deciphered which lipsticks were still good, and which ones were better off thrown away by smelling them. Some of them smelled really awful, while others were covered with dust/fungi. I threw away alot of empty compacts, cheapo eye-shadow, and old, caked, dried-up mascara. I kept all the MAC products though (of course!). I filled up the sink basin and sunk all the ones that were still good and perfectly usable...I let them soak so that the dust would peel off. The water became sparkly and irredescent. Then I scrubbed each powder compact, lip-product container, eyeshadow disc with soap until they looked brand new (well almost).
I'm going to sell them for 15 to 20 bucks a piece at my up-coming ukay-ukay on November 3. Details to follow.
You might think I am being gross but I assure you the make-up is still perfectly good...besides, I've learned that women are quite comfortable with using other people's make-up. And no, I will not be selling the underwear.
The Perils of Celebrity Skin part 2
This might as well be part two of a previous entry I wrote several months ago.
Now I hate it when this kind of thing starts affecting me, but I get about an average of 20 Friendster messages a day from complete strangers, many saying that one reason why they respect me is because I seem intelligent "even if I am a 'celebrity'" (wooha), thus implying that most celebrities are brainless morons who care for nothing but fame and attention, and I am some sort of exception. Although it's momentarily flattering, it actually disturbs me. What is it with people thinking that celebrity equals airhead, anyway? A "celebrity" is someone who comes out on TV/movies. It may be for whatever reason, maybe to make money, maybe out of sheer passion. But before they started coming out on TV, they were someone's classmate/ next-door neighbor. They burp, shit, fart, eat, get hurt, cry, and worry about their lives. So what makes them any different or less-smart from "regular" people just because they got themselves a job coming out on TV?
The business they chose to enter doesn't exactly offer them numerous opportunities to astonish the crowd with their great mental capacities but it doesn't mean they're exactly the same off-screen. I mean, how much of your real self can you show on a TV show? Plus, most of the time you've got directors telling you what to do and managers telling you what to say. They're ordinary people who chose to make a living in a certain way that requires them to show or display a certain persona.
Now I am not speaking on behalf of any celebrities (besides, I don't even know any celebrities except my co-workers) but I find it silly and quite unfair when I hear people ripping a certain celebrity apart, and I know that person doesn't know a damn thing about who he/she is talking about (just browse through the showbiz section of Pinoy Exchange!)
Off topic, it never fails to amuse me when I get messages saying how it's weird/cool how I'm on Friendster "just like a regular person" or "even if I'm a celebrity". It's a little hard to believe people can say that (considering I'm on the very lower levels of the great pyramid of 'celebrity' heirarchy, see "Mt. Showbizius" down below). But ultimately it amuses and amazes me how people seem to regard TV people as members of some sub-specie of human being. It's kinda ridiculous really. Are not people who come out on TV "regular people" who burp, fart, shit, and cry?:-p
Really, I don't know how big-time show-biz celebrities a la' Heart and Kris can handle it.
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Tuesday, October 21, 2003
Sunday, 5 AM:
Convoyed to Subic. Trina, Dewi, Therese, Fort, and Sara in one car, and me, Nino, Dave (our designated driver), Jenn, and Burg in the other car.
When I woke up, I found I had been transported to the surreal, pseudo-American wonderland known as Subic! It was only then that Nino and Dave bothered to inform us three girls that someone had tried to hold us up while we were sleeping. (gee, guys, thanks for telling us). Some guy apparently kept trying to grab at our car window, so the guys sped up and rolled the windows up, defeating Mister Hold-upper (we girls missed the action).
So we drove around Subic, got lost, made a wrong U-turn which resulted into getting flagged down by some very serious police-men who eventually let us go because we were new to the area. Road rules there are followed to the letter...we learned the hard way (parang hindi Pilipinas, eh!).
Had a wonderful hotdog and egg breakfast at Wimpy's!
Next destination: The Arizona Beach Resort (isn't Arizona a desert?)
Above are pictures of me, and Trina shamelessly strutting around in bikinis at ten in the morning. That's us, wannabe sexystars. I think there is a good reason why God didn't give us the bodies for it (otherwise we really would have no shame left).
Trina is the only girl I know who can drink like a man. Due to her rare talent, I have recently given her a new nickname: "Drunken Shrimp". FYI, its a dish made by cooking live shrimp in a pot of alcohol until they die of heat/ alcohol overload! just like my Trina!!!
She's really been the worst influence on me since college started. I was such a good, decent girl before she came along. Thank God she came into my life. There are a lot of things I wouldn't normally do, but I find myself compelled to do them if Trina dares me to or if Trina does it with me also.
Upper left: mga Beerhen (mwehehehehe!)
Middle: Fort and Dave find romance on the sand!
Upper right: Nino and I with matching basang-sisiw hair.
Lower left: Ohmigod! It's David Hasselhoff!
Lower right: Lunch at the best Mexican restaurant ever. (lesson: Mexican food is not good for the stomach).
We had this horrible little plot of beach and a little patch of fenced-in ocean that we were allowed to swim in. Anyone who swam beyond the allotted area risked being barked at by the vicious lifeguard with the megaphone and the neon pink hat.
The ocean was absolutely the most disgusting one Ive ever swum in. Zero visibility, and the water was a toxic, murky green. It tasted funny and there was no marine life to be found in it, only these sorry looking, grey starfish with missing arms and these invisible things that would sting us every 5 seconds. Who knows what kind of chemical waste we were swimming in, man?! Not to mention the water was teeming with the locals. There I was trying to relax and these little children would shriek, "VJ Ala! Pwedeng mag-request?"I didnt even know they had MYX all the way in Subic). And every time I'd look over they would start to sing the Ocho-ocho song and Mahal and Mura's "Cutey-cute" song.
It was fun anyway.
We had lunch at this awesome Mexican place which gave us all bad breath after but we were very happy.
Took a siesta by the beach, and woke up at sunset, in time for one last swim! The little plot of fenced-in ocean was deserted by then so I got a little privacy this time.
I saw a weird baby by the seaside. It was a little girl, in a pink dress, probably only a year old. What made her special was she had a very distinct uni-brow and a mustache. A real, honest-to-goodness mustache (weeeird).
The Droogs
We were supposed to convoy back to the house we were staying in but TADAA! The first convoy car that left accidentally took the other car??s keys which means some of us (including me) were stranded! We had to wait an hour for that other car to come back to give us our keys, during which Trina and I thought of a name for the "band" we are starting.
Its going to be a politically incorrect punk band, and well be known more for our bratty, rock-star antics (quarreling on stage, wrecking hotel rooms) than actually making music. In fact, we'll be known in history as the first band to never have cut an album. Our songs will be very heavy and unmelodic, and the lyrics of each one will revolve around a politically incorrect, and offensive statement such as "Eat the rich!", "Kill the pope". You get the idea. We're called "The Droogs", by the way. Of course, we all know the band will only exist in theory (we're such delinquent wannabes).
The house of darkness
We stayed in this really creepy, bare house that had no light bulbs in the bedroom. It had a hologramic "Last Supper" in the dining room, and below it, a black rosary without a cross hanging from a nail. But it was free lodging (courtesy of Chot).
We bought Andok's for dinner and realized that we had bought way too much rice (we tried bringing the rice home to Manila the next day, but it started smelling really putrid int he car. Ick.).
We all ended up sleeping early since we didn't sleep the other night.
And it finally happened!
On the way out of the base, Dave neglected to give right-of-way to this truck, which resulted in us getting flagged down by another group of very serious policemen who gave us...a ticket!!! Congratulations, Dave!
Fiona
On the way home, with Dave, Nino, Burg, and our sack of putrid rice, it came to my attention that we were listening to Fiona Apple's "Criminal". It brought back a flood of memories, from that time in highschool where we were required to participate in a gospel song contest.
One person in class named Tanya, who like Smashing Pumpkins back when everyone else was going crazy over the Spice Girls and the Backstreet Boys put a band together and decided to get me and my friend Kristine to be vocalists, the two biggest "hip-hoppers" in the batch (we were wearing big pants with the boxers sticking out way before it caught on and listened to lots of Aaliyah haha!).
The song we were made to sing was Fiona's "Criminal", something we both hadn't heard before. Also, it was supposed to be a "gospel song" contest but Tanya explained that we would use the song in the context of a sinner asking for God's mercy.
So while all the other bands did "Joyful, Joyful", me and Kristine, two little, skinny Catholic school girls, wore long, dark gowns, smudged black eye-liner, and sang "Criminal".
Needless to say, we lost. None of the judges liked it. The "Joyful, Joyful" group won. They must've thought we were troubled children.
Happy Birthday, Dave!!!
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Saturday, October 18, 2003
Tired
I've been noticing this weird anxiety pattern I've been having. My anxiety always manifests itself after the event that I'm anxious about has passed. I slept soundly the night before thesis defense, but couldn't sleep the night after because my mind was racing and I realized that I kept defending my thesis in my head. Same goes for last night.l I hardly got any sleep because I kept trying to answer all the thesis statements for my philosophy orals in my head...and my orals were over yesterday afternoon.
I'm really tired today. Got up at 7:30 because I had taping for MYX. We encountered technical difficulties galore today, including a faulty tape, a broken light, and a non-functional teleprompter. I also had a bunch of guests: Victoria, Artstrong, Kitchie Nadal (who had very pretty eyelashes), and this 16 year old singer named Ashley... all I really remember about her is that her mother all of a sudden told me I had a "virgin face". "Mama Mary" daw. HAHAHAHA!
Due to the technical mess-ups, I had to do two episodes over again which got me picon. We got to film the glam episode though but the darn make-up wouldn't get off after. I ended up finishing later than I expected.
To make myself feel better, I went to Magnet and bought one of Mich Dulce's "Label Ho" t-shirts. It had Paraluman's face (I think it's Paraluman) on it.
It was traffic on the way home, thanks to that shmuck Bush. I kept thinking all day about what would happen in the event that something really bad did happen to him while he was here. I mean, the great eye of Al Quaida will be fixed on the Philippines so long as he's here (and all the Al Quaida Urukhai will be gathering here to kill him).I kept thinking of all the various ways he could be assassinated from bombs, to poisoned coffee, to bio-terrorism. But since our poor archipelago will probably be nuked into non-existence should anything happen to him, I prayed for his safety.
Hello, Mister Bush.
Me and my friend Jenn were with his kid Jenna back in 1999 when we were summer exchange students at Oxford University. Jenn and Jenna got their belly buttons pierced together. They weren't close friends, but they were both exchange students and were both scheduled to be at the piercing parlor that day. Jenna Bush...who would've thought her daddy would become president of the U.S. of A.
Someone tell me how to spell Foie Gras correctly
Nino and I ate at Prince Albert in Intercon. I had a large piece of Foie Gras (don't know how to spell it), which was a piece of heaven on my tongue. Foie Gras is good in an almost carnal way... like chocolate. All things that are sensual, and pleasurable, and that ignite the desire are like Foie Gras (or should be like Foie Gras at least). Hot steamy kisses are like Foie Gras (anything beyond that I will leave to your imagination). It's absolutely sinful.
Nino on the other hand ate a huge slab of scorched cow carcass: medium-rare roast beef. My mother commented that they should've just brought an entire live cow into the room and let anyone who wanted to hack off a piece and eat it right there.
Afterwards, we went to Kate's party at Encomium. Was a little flushed and giddy from all the red wine I had had, and I got to catch up with a few people. It was a good night.
Tomorrow I go on a "spontaneous" road trip with my friends. Yay.
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Friday, October 17, 2003
I've decided to ditch the ABS-CBN thing. I'm too lazy. Besides, philo orals end at 7pm and it'll take me about two and a half hours to dress up and get there. Forget it. I'd rather avail of a free dinner at Inter-con courtesy of my uncle, and pay a visit to Kate who's celebrating her birthday at Encomium!
I went to my dad's book launch in Power Books yesterday. While browsing through the books, I found a 3-inch thick, hardbound, full-color biography of the Pythons (as in Monty Python). It had all their movies and shows. I read that the reason why they ended "Holy Graille" like that is because they didn't have enough money to push through with the battle! Hahaha! The "army" was actually a small bunch of college students who were getting paid 4 pounds a day.
And the reason why they inserted the intermission in that scene where Arthur was crossing the bridge (after havind defeated the guardian of the bridge) is because the actor playing Arthur was too scared to actually cross the bridge. Haha! What crazy people.
I finally got to eat my "salted, fried squid" at North Park last night, after craving it for two months!!! I loooove North Park. When are they going to open one in Katipunan?
To the owners of North Park, please open one in Katipunan! I will be your best costumer!
The Public Online Lives of the Paredes Family
My father has caught the blogging bug as well. He's been at it for hours. Now everyone except my mother has an online journal. God, what is this? The saga of the Paredes family as viewed through Blogger? The link to his journal is on my sidebar.
You should also check out my little brother's journal. The rantings of an angsty 15-year-old, wannabe artist/musician. It's quite amusing. He talks mostly about things about his day that pissed him off, written in rather conyo Taglish and peppered with dozens of cursewords such as "p*tangina" and "sh*t". It's really quite endearing. Ah, teenagers. :-)
A short lesson in history
I've been studying my Philippine History all week, and I couldn't help but start talking about the lesson with my family over lunch. I found out that my mother used to know Luis Taruc, who was the major leader of the Huk, back when he was still alive. He used to tend a sari-sari store outside of St. Bridgitte's (okay, i do not know how to spell that) where she used to go to school and she used to talk to him. Isn't that amazing?
But then my family has always been intertwined with important events in Philippine history. In fact, throughout my academic life, I've learned how to win over my history teachers by sharing anecdotes of our family history.
My lolo, Jesus Paredes, died in the same plane that former president Ramon Magsaysay died in. My lola, Esther Misa Jimenez, was arrested, jailed for three years, and sentenced to death by electric chair back in the Martial Law years for collaborating with the anti-Marcos "Light-A-Fire Movement". It was a pretty radical group, and she was the driver of the get-away car. Luckily the sentence was never carried out, and she was given amnesty. But seeing as she was already an old lady with white hair during her involvement in the activist scene, she sure had balls of steel. That's my lola! Her name is now etched in the monument of "Bantayog ng mga Bayani".
During the same era, my uncle disappeared from society to join Jose Maria Sison's group, the New People's Army, which he stayed with for about a decade (and that in itself provides another opening for a rich collection of stories which I will not share).
This post ends here. I have a philo exam in a few hours and I'm cramming like hell.
5 hours later
I love my brother! He bought me a pair of Red converse all-stars, the high cut kind. I finally have red shoes! I bought my first pair of Chuck Taylors, black, when I was 13. I still wear 'em up to this day. I had my friends sign all over them back then, and the signatures are still there although extremely faded. They're tattered, and water seeps through the souls when I step into puddles but they're perfect when I want to feel grunge-y.
I recently acquired low-cut, leopard print ones. And now red ones. Yey! Coolness.
I'm finally done with all my exams! I came to my philo orals all dressed up and groomed and my teacher answered the door in jeans and white undershirt. I think he was rather surprised seeing as he's only ever seen me at 7 in the morning with disheveled hair, tee-shirts, corduroy pants, and my rubber tsinelas (it seems every person who knows me knows I'm always in tsinelas), and he said he was impressed. Hahaha! At least he saw me looking decent once! I guess I did alright... I answered all the questions related to the lesson.
It's finally over.
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Wednesday, October 15, 2003
Life of a Privileged Mortal
It suddenly looks as if I'm not going to be getting any rest during the first week of sembreak. My last exam is on Friday, but my dearest philosophy teacher, Miguel de Jesus, suddenly wants to move it to Monday which is the second day of sembreak!!! I'll probably be able to get a better grade if I take the exams on Monday but it gives me extreme sama ng loob to have to take my exams during sembreak.
The girls are planning a "spontaneous" roadtrip to Subic from Sunday to Monday which I won't be able to go on if teacher decides to hold orals on Monday. That roadtrip is my one chance for rest because on Saturday I do MYX and the next week is pretty hectic.
I was planning to stay home, relax, and watch DVDs before I go off to Hongkong to interview the makers of very bad boyband music, but I suddenly got a call saying that I had a shoot for this and that and bla, bla, bla. Contracts suck... they make you do things you don't feel like doing.
The plans I made for Friday night to get drunk as a skunk with Nino and/or the girls were suddenly dissolved when I got an invitation to ABS-CBN's 50th Anniversary gala. Major star-studded event, paparazzi galore, formal wear and everything. I'll never be invited to any of these things again in my life so I guess I better go and grab my one chance to mingle with the gliterazzi... like a sewer rat amongst the hamsters. One big problem, I'm not allowed to bring a date (meaning, Nino and I can't sit in a corner and giggle). If I can't bring a date, who am I going to sit with?
I know two people from the ABS family, Lucky and Heart. Heart will most likely sit with her Berks crew, and Lucky with his MTB crew. In the divine heirarchy of TV personalities, I'm afraid I have not entered that realm of supreme divinity, that which is showbiz (unlike my very divine showbiz co-veejays). I remain on the level of the privileged mortal, allowed access into Mt. Showbizius to mingle with the gods.
I don't know anyone. Plus, what am I going to wear?! I'm getting nightmare visions of me standing around without a table, sticking out like a clot of fat in a pan of gravy (not an original quote, mind you), my high-heeled shoes slowly causing ankle-strain, and finally having to go through the humiliation of tapping someone on the shoulder and begging him/her to let me sit beside them. I don't really want to go but I guess I should. Maybe I'll just stand by the punch bowl, get tipsy all by myself, smile for a few pictures, and then leave early to catch up with Nino and/or the girls and get drunk as skunks!
But then again, it might be fun. Who knows, maybe I'll end up staying. Maybe I'll make friends with Jericho. Maybe he'll ask me to marry him.
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Tuesday, October 14, 2003
Presenting"Writing On Water"
Jim Paredes's 3rd book
To be launched on Thursday, October 16
at Powerbooks Makati, 6pm.
You are all invited to be there.
Thanks.
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12:30 AM Chatting on YM
I hate incoherent people (except Jun because he still makes alot of sense anyway) and I don't understand why people say "kmusta na u?", and "ok lang me". *wince*
UP-UP-DOWN-DOWN-LEFT-RIGHT-LEFT-RIGHT-B-A-B-A-SELECT-START
...guess.
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Monday, October 13, 2003
I don't speak Tagalog
Okay, nahihiya na ako. I have to say this. I do NOT speak good Tagalog. I suck. All the rhetoric about "meron" and all that on the last entry came from a full year of listening to PJ Strebel ramble on about it, and from reading "Pambungad sa Metapisika". Even if I thought it was a beautiful lesson I would always really suck during orals because of my severely limited Tagalog, and that was one of my biggest academic frustrations of my junior year (I hope you're reading this, sir!). Sure I can speak in somewhat decent Tagalog if you ask me what "meron" is but don't ask me to talk about politics, or literature, or religion or anything else.
Very last words on the "Glam Issue"
Pati narin si PJ Strebel nagbabasa na pala ng blog ko. Now how on earth did that happen :-p I'm embarrassed, hehe. But his picture is staying there.
Anyways, as a final word regarding the glam/shred argument, High Fidelity is correct. Strebel clarified this in a rather lengthy email (which I was not expecting) even giving me a list of glam bands and shredders. Yun lang.
All of you, (including High Fidelity who still refuses to identify himself) are probably wondering why I'm so bent on pursuing the argument in the first place. It just so happens that we over at Rock MYX have been trying to cook up a glam episode for the past three weeks or so. The main reason for this (aside from breaking the monotony of the usual bla bla bla, and also giving exposure to less-popular music videos) is because my uncle recently gifted me with a lovely wig, in the style of The Mullet (one of the great, and enduring contributions of the last century to the world of hair fashion). It's purple and black, and battery operated (the outer hairs on the crown light up). It's an audaciously gorgeous thing. I knew right away that God placed it in my hands for a reason: to share it's beauty with the world. Everyone must see it. It is my divine mission to wear it on television for all the world to see.
So in lieu with the acquisition of this majestic hair-piece we decided to cook up a glam episode so that the wig may have it's own rightful place on television, and so that it's beauty may shine and give inspiration to others out there who are trapped in the valley of the shadow of boring-hair. I would't want to offend anybody (ahem) by introducing "glam" videos that are actually "shred" videos so that little clarification from High Fidelity was actually quite helpful. Gracias, gracias. We tape the show on Saturday and air it next week probably. Be sure to catch the episode and feel free to bludgeon my blog with violent comments should I interchange "glam" and "shred" on the show (in which case, I can blame it on our writer, Titus!!! Muwahaha!). Meanwhile, I'm on the hunt for some left-over spandex from the last century. Need it by Saturday.
Yakkity Yak Yak
Now that the most stressful part of thesis stress is over, I have the reverse of the problem I used to have... now I'm so relaxed that I can't get anything done. I can't study, can't do papers, can't do anything that requires alot of thought processing. I can do things like rearrange my room, or organize my MP3s, or post long entries on my blog, or write tesimonials on Friendster...but don't ask me to read my Theology hand-outs, or anything to do with Gabriel Marcel (sorry, Sir De Jesus! Baka binabasa niya rin pala toh! Oh my).
All I want to do is listen to Razorback and oldskool Michael Jackson while thinking about what color I'm going to repaint my room when sembreak starts.
My parents are going to be in New Zealand/Middle Earth for the entire sembreak and they asked if I wanted to come, but I'd rather stay home and paint my walls, and rearrange my desk and my bed, and clean out my closet, and have some sort of garage sale.
Also, my job requires me to go on a three day pilgrimage to HongKong to pay tribute to the supreme pioneers of VERY BAD, boy-band music, whose identities will remain a secret for now.
I learned this afternoon that our stomach's capacity to dissolve toxins and evil chemicals that lurk in processed food products deteriorates as we get older. I used to be able to eat 6 pieces of Bazooka bubblegum all at one time when I was around six. I had two pieces this afternoon and although I still loved the taste, my stomach could sense the artificiality. Also, when I spat it out, I noticed the color and realized for the first time in my life what an insanely artificial electric-pink it was. Nature does not produce colors like that. I don't think it's safe putting something with that color in your mouth. Plus, my tongue stayed electric pink all afternoon.
Time to study.
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Sunday, October 12, 2003
Isang Pagsinag ng Meron Mula Kay High Fidelity
Diba "shredder" yung sa Ninja Turtles?"
Sa mga nagbabasa ng blog na ito, marahil ay may napapansin kayong isang taong nangangalang High Fidelity na dalawang beses nang nag-comment sa entry na pinamamagatang The Happy Glammy Meals. Talagang napaka-tindi ng reaksyong aking nakuha mula sa kaniya tungkol sa entry na ito. Mali daw ang aking paglagay sa kategoryang "glam" ang estilo ng pagitara ng nagsilbing "replacement guitarist" ng HappyMeals na si Aldrich.
Humihingi ako ng pasensya mula sa inyong lahat. Ayon kay High Fidelity, ang ganitong estilo ng pagitara ay tinatawag pala na "shred" (kung sa Tagalog ay "punit") at hindi "glam". Ako'y humihingi ng tawad sa inyo, sa aking malaking pagkakamali, at sa aking pagkahon sa gitaristang si Aldrich sa kategoryang ito. Marahil ay marami ang nagbabasa ng blog na ito at sana'y hindi niyo isipin na "glam" lang si Aldrich, dahil masama mag-kahon ng tao ayon kay High Fidelity.
Ika nga din ng aking dating guro sa Pilosopiya 101 na si Ginoong Wilhelm Strebel, okay lang daw na ikahon ang isang tao basta't huwag mo lang kalimutan na kumikilos ka sa isang sistemang hiwalay sa meron. Dapat ay laging nasa isip natin ang walang kahangganang meron ng bawa't tao. Ito'y matatagpuan sa librong "Pambungad Sa Metapisika" ni Fr. Ferriols, S.J.
Heto si Wilhelm Strebel:
photo courtesy of Charlene! mwahaha
Pinasasalamatan ko si High Fidelity sa kaniyang binigay saakin na pag-sinag ng meron, pagmulat sa aking kabulagan. Salamat at pinaalala mo saakin na ang meron ay walang hangganan at tiyak na hindi ko kayang malaman ang buong meron maski na habang buhay ako mag-hanap. Naakala ko na alam ko na lahat... hindi pa pala. At sana'y hindi na po magalit si High Fidelity kung sakaling mayroon akong sabihing hindi tugma sa meron sa aking mga sumusunod na entry. Ako'y isang dalaga lamang na walang sapat na kaalaman tungkol sa tinatawag nating punit o "shred".
Maraming salamat po.
The Labyrinth
Yesterday I spent the afternoon watching David Bowie in a shameless role of self-promotion as the goblin king in "The Labyrinth". What a great movie. David Bowie is such a ham,I love it!!! Glam na glam (loko lang po, High Fidelity muwahahahaha!).
I especially love that last part, when Sarah finally makes it to the lair of the Goblin King, and David Bowie starts singing this really cheesy song that goes, "You run so young, you run so small! Your eyes can be so cruel!" while walking on the ceilings and walls. And also when Sara eats the peach and enters a dream-like trance wherein she dances with David Bowie at a masquerade.They have the cheesiest song ever playing in the background the whole time...I love it! The big hair, the artificial beat...I love it! I love it's absolute ka-baduyan! Aw!
Labyrinth trivia: The Goblin King's name is Jareth. How come I never noticed that before?
I'd love to re-write it in a darker, more erotic tone though...it would make a neat Neil-Gaiman-type story (David Bowie already looks like the Sandman with blonde hair). My brother, who was a mere 3 year old back when the movie came out watched it with me and loved it. He was amazed at the lack of CGI, back when Jim Henson could create creatures by hand.
Someone told me that Jim Henson was a known LSD user back in his time...don't know if that's true.
Before I go off to study The Structures of Social Sin for my Theology orals...
Nino gave me a cord that connects my Ipod to my radio speakers...so now I can set the alarm on the Ipod and have Razorback blast me into consciousness every morning. Yay! Love my Ipod, love my Ipod.
***Charlene, kung binabasa mo toh, meron akong picture ni Kevin Roy para sa iyo. He looks like he's picking his nose, but actually, he's just holding a cigarette up to his face. Galing!
4 hours later...
I'm back. Ayokong mag-aral.
So I like this picture and I want to post it. It's me and my Mac. Now that is the look of a satisfied woman.
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Saturday, October 11, 2003
Where I Learned How to Kiss
I spent the afternoon watching "Reality Bites" today after unsuccesful attempts to study for Theology. I realize now how fake the acting is and how annoying Troy (Ethan Hawke's character) is. Also, I wish I had straight hair so I could cut it short like Winona Ryder's.
I also had quite a revelation while watching...I suddenly remembered that it was from the movie "Reality Bites" that I first learned how a kiss worked. Sure, we see alot of kissing in movies, but not with the couple's lips in an extreme close-up. When I was a kid, I learned how kisses worked in the scene wherein Lalaina and Troy sleep together for the first time. I saw how the upper lip is sandwiched in between the other's upper and lower lip (a lip sandwich), and I realized that kissing wasn't just about aligning your upper and lower lips and applying pressure (or squeezing them together). It was about the interplay of upper and lower lips (the "liplock"). That scene sure helped me alot in the years to come but I just didn't know it until today (hahaha!).
God is Great, I'm Not
Guys, watch this movie. It's beautiful. It's a French film, featuring Audrey Tautou, the actress who played Amelie. It's a beautiful, beautiful film about the search for identity, and it's wonderfully subtle and yet so powerful and meaningful. I'm too lazy to explain it all but watch it!!! Watch it!!! WATCH IT!!!
The Happy Glammy Meals
I finally had a night out tonight! Nino and I ate dinner at a restaurant along Ortigas called Miro that served French Japanese cuisine. It was indeed an awkward fusion of two cultures and the food was ridiculously overpriced (50 bucks for a god forsaken cup of rice). Also, the Tanigue I ordered was swimming in a pool of butter (I exaggerate not) and I felt sick and dizzy after.
Afterwards, we went to Millenia, Kamuning because Nino had a gig with his band The Happy Meals. I hadn't been to a Happy Meals gig in ages and I was really pretty glad to see Odin, and Ted, and Nix, and Kate, and Yagi, and Sib, and even Aldrich (even though we didn't say a word to each other at least it's not as awkward and it's better than being hostile). As usual, I was appointed "gig camera-woman" (I guess it's just one of my girlfriendly duties) so Odin handed me his DV-cam. Well we had to wait for two hours before they performed so we all hung out outside Millenia. I wasted about half the tape filming the guys doing random, odd things, and filming the cars whizzing by. By the time it was time to perform, I had practically run out of tape (awww).
Now the band's guitarist, Jorell, is in Frisco so they had to get Aldrich to stand in for him... it's common knowledge that this guy is a total glam-rocker and it surprised me that he even agreed to play in a funk band. So they played, and what happened was, all the songs turned out schizophrenic. It would shift from funk, to glam during the guitar-solo parts and it was just the funniest thing. Aldrich can't not be glam no matter what. Haven't seen him play in ages though, and he's still as good as ever. Wonder if we'll speak to each other before we graduate. Ah, well. Shouldn't think about that right?
I treated myself to a quarter of a bottle of beer...just a quarter. It was warm. My, my, what a good girl I was. So Nino piled his bass stuff into the car, and we drove home with my Ipod hooked up to his car stereo playing Razorback at full blast...we were singing along really loud too. Love this boy :-)
So yeah, now I'm home. Goodnight.
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Thursday, October 09, 2003
Topic of today's post: The Typical Pinoy-boy Taste
You know if a guy is a typical Pinoy-boy through his taste in women.
What is the TPT (Typical Pinoy Boy Taste)? The TPT is comprised of the following preferntial traits:
a) Long straight hair. Straight hair, not curly hair, not wavy hair. Straight.
b) Maputi. As in rosy, white skin.
c) The ecompassing factor: Chinita.
Classic examples are:
-Nicole Hernandez (see photo below)
-Any Filipina who remotely resembles Zang Zhi Yi.
-a recent example, "Pareng Trish" from that Rejoice (?) ad.
-The CGI chick in the movie "Final Fantasy"
Once you have identified a guy as a typical Pinoy boy, his taste in women becomes very easy to predict. You know at a glance which girls they will like, which girls will catch their attention, which girls they are attracted to. You know which local celebrities they'll go for. These guys like "clean" looking girls, who have immaculate smiles and who have light, meek, "barely-there" features, and who don't have "bitchy eyebrows" (you know what I mean), girls who are like lilies or lotus flowers (and not like sunflowers or tigerlilies).
I just spent an hour chatting on YM with Nino's bestfriend. My boyfriend and his bestfriend are both typical Pinoy boys. My boyfriend adores Chinitas. All his crushes and ex-girlfriends have all been Chinitas.
I am not Chinita. I have large eyes, very kinky hair, and I grew up with my sister calling me "negra". I have etched features and yes, I have the bitchy eye-brows too. I am not a lotus flower or a lily. I am Venus Fly Trap.
Obviously, I'm beginning to wonder what kind of insanity, or faulty reasoning came over my boyfriend when he decided to deviate from the Lily pond and get himself a Fly Trap! It's obviously not a very reassuring thing to know that you are not your boyfriend's type. It makes you feel like like he classified you under "acquired tastes".
Further more, he likes girls who dress very neat and put together, in office wear a la "hot, sexy secretary" ... and not slobs in slippers, and low-waist ripped jeans, whose bra straps perpetually stick out from their tanktops (ooh, did I sound like I was describing me?).
I know he'll be reading this post too. Can you say fishing? What a conceited post!
*** On the same note, why does every single godamn guy in this country prefer long straight hair on women?
Simple Plan
I interviewed the lead guitarist of Simple Plan today via phone patch. His name was JEFF STINCO!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
He was real nice though.
Cyber Bugaw
I have a new project! It is called Cyber Bugaw. It involves me, Friendster, and single people on my friend's list. From now on, I am the manager of a cyber-based dating and matchmaking service with the people on my Friends list as pawns....oooooh. I'm excited.
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Wednesday, October 08, 2003
THESIS DEFENSE NAMIN MAMAYANG HAPON!!! muwehehehehe!
This next part of the entry was written 7 hours later
WAGI!!!!:
Kung ikaw ay isang senior sa AB Com sa Ateneo, maiintindihan mo ang post na ito
In the morning, I had the driver buy 3 ensaymadas to feed our 3 panelists. A few hours before the defense, I realized I had to feed our thesis advisor too. So on the way to Ateneo for our thesis defense, we had to pass by Red Ribbon to buy just 1 more ensaymada.
We didn't want to spend money on designer coffee (aka Starbucks) so I made a coleman of our very own Land O' Lakes instant Amaretto capuccino, served in plastic cups with an alphabet design that I had gotten from a children's party when I was in gradeschool.
Our thesis panelists:
Mark Escaler-Ang cute niya ngayon. Concentrated na concentrated siya. Seryosong seryoso. Nahuhulog pa lagi yung bangs niya sa kaniyang noo. May AB Com ba na babaeng hindi in-lab kay Mark Escaler???
Anjo Lorenzana- As always, a positive and sparkling presence. His afro was unusually large today which prompted Mark to say, "Is that your real hair?". Mukhang kilig sa results ng thesis naming. Refered to the defense as "The Viva Voce"! Upon entering the room, he immediately began to sample the Dulcinea pastries left over from other groups, and commented that the coffee we provided him with was amaretto flavored (note: he was the only panelist who noticed this)
Violet Valdez- In a gorgeous dress and white cardigan. Looked to be in a cheerful mood and would laugh along with Mark and Anjo.
and of course... our dearest thesis advisor:
Andrew Ty- As informal as ever in a black "Lotus Eaters" t-shirt, the usual large, black, jewel-encrusted crucifix suspended from his neck along with his other chains, and as usual, his hands and wrists dripping with his goth accessories.
All the panelists commented on the cute alphabet cups.
So we did our presentation...a thesis on media stereotypes of people with dwarfism (or unano), a topic which officially dubbed me and Charlene as the com-dep weirdos (we were known as "the midget people"). Teachers would snicker about our topic to our face.
In fact the first question we were asked during the defense (from Mark) was: "Okay, so why dwarves?"
Later on in the defense...
Mark: Don't under-estimate what you have uncovered in your study!I mean, what you've uncovered is pretty special.
Anjo: Your study is formative!
Charlene and I were so shocked by the unexpected praise, we could only grin in a nervous, silly way.
So after the viva voce, we were asked to leave the room while the three panelists conferred with our advisor as to what revisions we should make to our thesis... finally, Andrew called us in. As we stepped into the room, the panelists smiled at us and said "Congratulations" before leaving.
First thing Andrew said after they left: "Uy, astig daw thesis niyo ah".
Anyway, the point of this post is...
We f*ckin aced our thesis babeh! Yahoo!!!!
Later on, Anjo came back to the room, and before he left, he said "No really, your thesis is okay."
Me: Wagi ba sir?
Anjo:Wagi!
Coming from Anjo Lorenzana, "Wagi" is the highest rank anyone can f*ckin get!!!
Before we left, we realized that one of the panelists had taken one of the cute, alphabet cups. Also, everyone except Andrew ate their ensaymada (we didn't have to buy an extra one after all), so Charlene gave the lone ensayamada to her boyfriend. And I got to take home the rest of the left-over Dulcinea pastries.
Charlene and I celebrated with a nice, fatty dinner in Grilla then went to my house after and had a toast to ourselves with a glass each of Wild Vine Zimfandel.
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Tuesday, October 07, 2003
A long and heavy post
When will this ungodly humidity cease to torment us?Any part of my body that I rest on another part of my body for more than 20 seconds produces sweat! It takes about 4 hours for my hair to dry because it's so humid, and it gets sticky! It's crazy!
I found my old 2002 journal/planner today. Since I started highschool, a big part of my life has revolved around maintaining a journal/planner. And I don't just mean writing down what I have to do or what events transpired for the day. Back in highschool when I had more time on my hands, I used to draw my day, a la comics. In color too. I remember I had about a years worth of drawings in my planner already, drawings that I really loved and cherished and put alot of effort into. One day, one of my classmates stole my planner. I still dont know who it was but I was utterly heart broken. Not only did it have my drawings, it also had neo-prints (from back in the day), movie stubs, photo-mes, pictures and a couple of love-letters from my then-boyfriend.
I didn't draw for about half a year after that but eventually I bought a bigger planner and made it even more flamboyant than before. I drew on it so much that the pages got kind of thin, and gummy. People would ask to look at it everyday and my classmates would pass it around to see what new drawing i had made. That planner was famous. It even won the "Most famous planner" award in the yearbook.
When college started, I had less time to draw. I would try to draw everyday, as much as I could, but would resort to collages when I lacked the time. Collages were quicker to do, just a few cutouts from a pile of magazines I kept specifically for that purpose, and some glue.
Through time, as I grew older and life became more complex my journal/planners evolved from mere records of my day, to records of my spiritual journey. In fancy writing, I would write messages to myself, my deepest and most heartfelt confessions of love, strength, and faith. Of course, it would also contain superficial things, like newspaper cutouts of Orlando Bloom dressed as Legolas, and photos of me and my friens drunk at a party. Nevertheless, alot of heart always went into each daily entry, always in full color.
Now I really don't have time to maintain a journal like that anymore... I think this blog is kind of a replacement for it. I don't draw by hand anymore, because I've discovered indesign and photoshop. I always feel the need to document my days and experiences.
Anyways, I was reading through my 2002 journal and I realized what a messed-up person I was a year ago. Last year was really pretty rough. I was constantly plagued with an unnamed anxiety that would jolt me awake in the middle of the night with my heart racing, and my muscles so tense that it would keep me up till morning. What resulted was this incurable insomnia that lasted for about 3 months. I would only sleep every 2 days when I would collapse from exhaustion. It affected my life...I had no energy, no time to hang out with friends because I had to go home from school in between breaks to take naps lest I faint in school from lack of sleep.I was anxious about life, I was anxious about the future. I would spend nights anticipating the next day, always afraid that things were doomed to fall apart.
My grandmother passed away last year too. My lola who lived practically next door, who made Chinese paintings, and apple pie, and spoiled her grandchildren like she lived for it. We found out she had cancer in February and she passed away in June after a difficult journey that she went through with the rest of the family. I was holding her hand when she took her final breath.
I had just gotten a new job on TV and life was changing rapidly. My 1st few months of working with MYX, I was sick with some kind of lung ailment that was close to pneumonia but not quite. i was constantly coughing and heaving, so much that it would leave me weak. Plus, the coughing tore a muscle on my ribs, leaving me in excruciating pain. I bore it for awhile thinking it would go away, until one day when I couldn't walk from the pain, couldn't think, or eat from the pain, and I was brought to a doctor who gave me pain killers. It took a few months to heal completely, the torn muscle, and for a long time, I could not roll over in my sleep, or put weight on my right arm because it hurt so bad.
I was also extremely heartbroken, trying to recuperate from two, (not one, but two) failed relationships, both of which I had so many regrets about. I would start bawling at the most unexpected moments, at parties after having too much beer, in the darkness in the backseat of a car as the driver drove me home, in bathroomns, and at work. The worst was when I'd start bawling at work, I didn't really know anyone back then and I couldn't really give a good excuse. It hurt so bad I couldn't even talk about it with anyone. I couldn't even really admit it to myself.
I guess 2002 was the tail end of a depression I was pulling myself through. Things started getting better around sem-break, I don't know exactly how. I spent a week in Cambodia, exploring ancient ruins of temples in Angkor Wat, and when I came back, I realized I was happy. I think that's why Cambodia has a special place in my heart.
What followed afterwards though was a reversal of my anxiety...I stopped caring. I partied every weekend and sometimes during week days. I lost my slot in the Dean's List, my QPI sank to an all-time low. But I think I needed it.
Things are better now. Either that, or my attitude has changed and I worry less in general. One valuable thing I learned, and will probably have to learn and relearn over and over again, is that love and forgiveness always come hand in hand. We can't love another completely if there's someone else we deny love to. To love any person wholely and completely is to love everyone in your life, even the people who are so difficult to love or forgive. Every unloveable person life presents you with is a challenge for you to broaden your capacity to love and to accept. People who are difficult to understand is a challenge for us to call upon our highest level of understanding. How high can you go? How patient can you be?
And I've learned that once you extend the barriers of your capacity to love, the more you learn to love people who are inittially unlove-able, the more you learn to love and forgive yourself. And the more you want to love others.
What a long and heavy post. Don't know what came over me.
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Monday, October 06, 2003
More thoughts on Fandom
I have David Aguirre on my friendster! Am I not officially an obsessed fan now? I sent him a message saying "Care to add a FAN???" and he said yes! Hehehe. Never thought I'd do the whole "please add me" thing. I even told him I played their CDs to the point of worship.
You see, most of the time I find fandom humiliating. I rarely admit my fandom for anyone out loud. It gets even worse when I'm face to face with the object of my fandom...I start acting like a non-fan (like when I saw Aubrey Miles hahaha). It's a reverse reaction to the overwhelming, overbearing feeling of admiration that comes over me.
And here I am proffessing my Razorback fandom directly to mister Razorback himself. He said "thank you" anyway. KILIG!HAHAHA!
The last time I made an embarrassing display of fandom was when I met Freddie Aguilar. I really had to restrain myself from throwing my arms around him.
Another time was when I stood in line at a Broadway play on my one and only night ever in New York and realized that the couple directly in front of me was Sarah Jessica Parker and Mathew Broderick. I got excited, and cold, and stiff, and when I whispered to my dad, who was beside me, that Sarah J.P. was in front of us, he said in a really loud voice, "Jessica Parker?! Who is Jessica Parker???". I wanted to die.
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Sunday, October 05, 2003
Blah blah blah
I think my body is permanently used to getting 6 hours of sleep...a far cry from my required 9 hours. I used to be non-functional if I would get less than 7. I guess all the thesis stress has toughened me up.
So it's a Sunday morning and I set my alarm to ring at 9. I woke up at 7. Slept at almost 2 AM last night. Watched the last full show of "Once Upon a Time in Mexico" with Nino after a free dinner at one of my favorite places on earth, Le Souffle (courtesy of my uncle).
It was great having a nice, traditional movie date. We never get to do that kind of thing anymore. I've been so busy. All semester we've been seeing each other in little bursts, spending time for an hour of two before I have to go off to class, or he has to go off somewhere. But the past two days I've felt like we've spent some real time together.
In fact, it's been the most wonderful two days. I'm still basking in the afterglow of it (*blush*). We didn't do anything particularly different or unusual. Just spent some relaxation time together. The other day, we spent the afternoon together, watched a DVD after dinner, and both fell asleep in front of the TV until I woke him up at 12:30 AM because I had to get some sleep for my early awakening the next day. I'm in love. :-)
So I've been taking it easy, just chillin' like a villain. I do what I have to do without getting myself all stressed out. I've managed to attain a certain calm.
That's probably why this post is so boring.
My friend Mich Dulce rebonded her hair and cut it unbelievably short. I am now the only curly haired person left alive on this earth.
My thesis partner sent me picture of our old philosophy teacher whom we were both in love with. He has long hair and he plays bass (hmm, I'm noticing a trend here).
My new friend on friendster: Sauron. I hope he writes me a testimonial.
So I've been making new plans for my shows. I've been getting a little sick of the usual routine, the whole bla bla bla in front of the camera. I find myself spacing out sometimes, or acting really weird just because I'm bored.
Apparently the Darna episode was such a hit that now the boss wants me to be in costume more often (I'm always the guinea pig...they could put Heart in the Darna costume but nooooo!).
I really wanna spice up the rock show too, dress in costume more often. I begged for that show for abut a year before they finally decided to air it in the afternoon and put a VJ in it. Too bad the show is so damn short though.
Speaking of rock shows, Marc Abaya is the newest VJ for MTV Rock'd, meaning were now official rock show host rivals (how lovely). The job really suits him though. The boy is really quite a performer and not just in a music sense. Had his band Kjwan on the show a couple months ago and he did 90% of the talking which I found funny then because off-cam Marc is usually one of those mumbly, incoherent, eyes-half-closed, laconical, "dude" persons. But once the cameras started rolling, he miraculously began to speak clearly, (and quite lengthily too), his eyes began to have more shimmer, and he began to project. Anak talaga ni Marilou.
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Thursday, October 02, 2003
Mac Mishaps
I've dropped my computer three times in the span of 2 weeks. Once in front of Miguel De Jesus, my philosophy teacher, another time when it fell off a table (and unto my foot which now has a large bruise), and today when I fell asleep beside it on the sofa. I was awakened by a thud and I realized it had fallen on the floor.
The Mac was okay but the charger, which was hooked up to it, was mangled. The metal part that you plug into the computer was all dented and it wouldn't fit into the hole anymore. Needless to say, I was in a panic. Aside from not being able to charge my computer, I felt like an absolute idiot for allowing something that dumb to happen. I didn't even want to call Nino, our resident computer repair-man, for help because I knew he'd give me a lecture. I eventually got a pair of plyers and twisted the metal back to the original shape as best as I could. It's still a little bent, but it fits, and my computer still charges. Whew!
I hate my hair!!!!
I finally got a haircut a week ago. I cut off a good four inches and I don't like it! It used to be nice and long, and I would put it in a half pony-tail and let the it billow behind me like Galadriel or Arwen. Now it's shorter, and ordinary looking, and the weather is making it big and poofy. Also, since I cut it, it's been looking scraggly for some reason. I can't tell why. I want my long(er) hair back :-(
I grew my hair long for several reasons:
Reason number 1: I wanted to be an elf, a Tolkien elf, not a Christmas elf, thank you very much. I was so in-love with Legolas that I made plans to save up enough money to buy the rights to "Lord of the Rings" from Newline Cinema. After having acquired the rights to the movie, I planned to CGI myself into the film as the 10th member of the fellowship. I would be Legolas's official traveling masseuse/cook/comfort-woman. I also planned to re-hire Orlando bloom to film extra, unnecessary, and irrelevant love-scenes with me to be inserted into various parts in the movie.
I planned to insert myself and Legolas making out raunchily in the background during the scene when Arwen gives the Evenstar to Aragorn. Another scene I plan to CGI myself into is the part in "Two Towers" when Legolas makes that incredible flying jump unto his horse... I planned to be on that horse in a Mithril bikini. All of these are just fantasies of course. And besides, I don't like Legolas anymore.
Reason number 2: I wanted to look like Aubrey Miles's in the FHM 2002 calendar wherein they made her hair long, and curly, and luscious. I really got my hopes up too when my friends said they saw an upside down picture of Aubrey Miles and they thought it was me (ha, I wish). That means, if I stand on my head all the time, people will think I am Aubrey Miles.
Reason number 3: I wanted to look like those skinny, sallow, smokey-eyed jeans models with scandalously low-cut jeans and rugged, bristly, disheveled boyfriends. This was a result of seeing too many Guess and Lee billboards.
Reason number 4: I wanted my hair to be long for bikini season...this is probably my most vain reason. But since I am not exactly womanly and voluptuous, long hair is the only thing that will keep others for mistaking me for a boy in a bikini. Plus, swimming with long hair in the ocean makes you feel like a mermaid!
Reason number 5: The only practical reason, it landed me more modeling jobs.
Of course, now my hair is shorter and I look like just an ordinary good, obedient, and wholesome college student. Bleah! I want my hair bacK!!!
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