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sounds of the summer
"I don't need the sunshine
Don't need the good times,
Don't need anything anyone's giving,
And I don't mind your lies so keep on talking." - Don't Need the Sunshine, Catatonia
donya quixote
- Proud to be Pinay.
- Born once upon a time in the late January 1988.
- Hails from the highlands; Baguio City.
- She dorms.
- Getting
hazedtrained for life at the School of Economics at the University of the Philippines, Diliman. - Member of the UP Campus Crusade for Christ and UP Economics Society.
- Just a little bit crazy.
- Doesn't want to kiss frogs; faithful to her Dulcine[o]. [NBSB PRIDE!]
- Extremely socially inept - uncomfortable with the idea of meeting new people. Would rather curl up with a nice book than go out clubbing.
- Loyal to the friends she already has. Cause they're great. [Most of the time. Hehe.] ;)
- Usually highly opinionated when it comes to music/film/other media, but her lack of social awareness is disgusting.
- A fool for Jesus Christ.
- Here's her multiply, friendster, and email. [Has myspace, but it's as good as dead. Still contemplating on whether or not she should resurrect it.]
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Wednesday, September 27, 2006
I call this post: XY [BGmusic: Burn One Down by Ben Harper]A continuation of my last post: I just handed over my "magic white bag" to my laundry people awhile ago. When I handed it over, Ate said, "Uy baby, tingnan mo kung sinong nagpapalaba, oh!" Her son, who was sitting inside the van, looked at me, smiled, then looked away quickly. Hay, crush ako ng ten-year-old. Kinikilig ako. As in.
Which brings me to today's topic: boys. I don't usually rant about guys and my oh-so-exciting love life, because I'm perfectly happy with my non-existent one. [Honest! Well, most of the time anyway.] If you want to know why I don't have a boyfriend, you can read this old post. Well, I have nothing else to talk about, and since I am particularly inspired today from my encounter with anak-ng-labandera-ko, I will talk about that.
I was a late bloomer. Well, not really, but back in grade school, I was always considered as one of the boys. The first time a guy ever showed any interest in me was when I was thirteen years old. Someone passed a note to me that said: "Morales, I [*heart*] you." He really had a way with words, I know. I don't know exactly what I did after that, but I recall hitting someone on the head very hard.
After that boy [I honestly forgot his name], other came. Some really cute, some not so cute, and others... not cute at all. Some heartbreakingly sweet, others just... plain ridiculous.
The last sweet thing a guy did for/to me was when this total stranger approached me at the Phi Bar [at my org's concert party]. He tapped my shoulder, and I looked at him smiled, thinking that I knew him from somewhere and just forgot his face. Then he handed me his cellphone. I read what he had entered, and this was what it said [well, something like this anyway]:
Hi, don't get freaked out or anything. I'm just a Fine Arts student with no social skills whatsoever. I just saw you from across the room and couldn't help but approach you. I don't usually do this but I don't want you to be another one of those girls I'll always wonder about. Anyway, I was wondering if you would like to talk over some drinks or something.I told him I had a boyfriend. Yes, it was a huge lie, but it's true in the sense that ... [overdramatic sigh] ... my heart still belongs to someone else [cue music: My Heart Will Go On].
Then he just ruins the whole thing by giving me his phone, which said, "Okay thanks, I'll go now. Just so you'll know, I'll write a song about you." [Ows?] Aaaaah... So that's why he was so familiar... he was in one of the baaands... and he probably did that phone thing with a hundred other girls a hundred different times [and got shot down a hundred times... bwahahaha]. Anyway, that was one of the worst lines anyone has ever used on me: "I'll write a song about you." Oh, puh-leaze.
Anyway.
All I can say is I can't understand guys. At all. You guys think girls are confusing? Look at the way you guys act! You complain on and on about how lonely you are because you have no girlfriend, and once you get a girlfriend, you get bored. Some of you bitch about it, some of you treat your girlfriends badly so they'll have to dump you, some of you cheat and some of you just drop the girl just like that. Oh, and don't even get me started on the "Pa-asa Kings". Those guys who act all sweet towards this girl, and when the girl starts showing signs of reciprocation, they disappear.
Hehe. Sorry. Di ako galit sa mga lalake, promise. Sa mga iba lang dyan. Nafrufrustrate lang ako. Ahem. I have lots of guy friends who are really nice [sometimes too nice], but I also have some guy friends who are guilty of the aforementioned sins. And I have a brother. So not only do I get to see both sides of the coin, I get to see the miniscule scratches and bits of rust embedded in the etchings.
But yeah, I still don't understand. I don't think I ever will.
Plug: Read Eden's blog. She just started blogging, so give her a warm welcome to the blogosphere! Yey!Afterthoughts:
- Walang pasok bukas! Yay!
- To SMART subscribers: Dial this: *897043. Ang weird. What is it? I mean, I know what it's saying, but what is it?
- Juice: If you're reading this, what's the password? Heehee.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
I call this post: Rescue Me [BGmusic: The Eleventh Hour by Jars of Clay]Sorry about my last post. I had just come back from my Econ101 class so I was feeling more than a little ditzy. That class does that to me. Sir Medall has super powers - his droning voice can kill brain cells at an exponential rate.
Today I'm going to post about something that affects us all. I wouldn't call it a groundbreaking subject, but it's definitely a social issue [oh yes, oh yes *nods vigorously*].
Laundry - ah, don't you just hate the sound of that word? It's like nails against a blackboard, or polystyrene against polystyrene, or the sound of that annoying High School Musical song [yung "Soooooaaaariiiing, flyyyyyiiiiing..." GAAAH].
I guess not many of you share my plight, because I know that not many of you do your own laundry. Well, I do. Well, I give all my laundry to the laundromat. Except for my underwear. I don't do my laundry on a regular basis - only when I have nothing to wear, so that means I have to drag almost all my clothes outside. [I do it with a huge white duffel bag. All I need is a dollar sign on the bag and a black ski mask, and - voila - I'm your friendly neighborhood bank robber.]
But there's something about doing the laundry - okay - giving my laundry to someone to wash it for me - that makes me feel really pleased with myself. It's similar to the feeling I get when I mail a letter or when I go somewhere on my own for the first time - hey, look at me world, I'm a big girl!
When the laundry-people find themselves struggling with my "magic white bag", I also can't help but break into a sheepish grin. They seem amused at my inability to give laundry in small little installments, like all the "normal girls". Every time, Kuya Laundry [I've been giving my laundry to them for almost a year now and I still don't know their names] tries to make me feel not-so-awkward - "You're not as bad as this other guy. He has cats so he has to change five times a day."
I don't have cats. I'm just a slob.
And something else about laundry - can you believe that they write songs about it? Remember that really annoying song that went a little like this?
Soap, powder, bleach, towels, fabric softener, dollars,So romantic. What a wonderful grasp of the English language that girl displayed.
Change, pants, socks, dirty drawers
I'm headed to the laundromat
But you've got to hand it to her - she could sing about laundry and attribute it to some little fight she had with her boyfriend. It takes a real poet to do that. [Ahem.]
Anyway... the whole point of this post was to lead to this sentence:
I still haven't done my laundry. I have nothing to wear. Graaaaugh.
Now that that's done, I'm off.
Monday, September 25, 2006
I call this post: Lagi nalang umuulan. [BGmusic: Listen: ]Back to school. Man, the weekend was short. Too short. I want three-day weekends. No, make that seven-day weekends. Forget weekdays and work. Make every day a permanent vacation. Let those who want to rest, rest. And let those who want to work, work.
We're all going to die anyway, so why do we work so hard? [Meaningless! Meaningless! Everything is meaningless!]
Oo, tamad ako. Inaamin ko naman.
At dahil tinatamad ako, sa tingin ko, hindi ko matatapos ang post na ito kaya
Sunday, September 24, 2006
I call this post: Blaaarb [BGmusic: Praise You by Fatboy Slim]Do you ever get annoyed when MTV/Myx/Some other music video channel gets these clueless celebrities to come and pick their top five videos, and you're suddenly bombarded with videos from the likes of Ja Rule and Jessica Simpson?
I do.
So, since I have nothing better to write about, I will make one of my countdowns.
Presenting...
Donya Quixote's Top Five Videos: A Countdown
Ready to Go - Republica - Watch ItYou're weird, in tears, too near and too far away,I remember why I love the band Narda so much - their vocalist reminds me of Saffron, the front[girl] of Republica. I love this song - it was my theme song last summer - and I adore the video [they have two more versions of it I think but this one's the best]. It's hip, colorful, and really fun! :D
He said, saw red, went home stayed in bed all day,
Your t'shirt, dish dirt,
Always love the one you hurt
Turn - Travis - Watch ItI want to singThere's something about this video and song that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Perhaps it's the fact that the song brings me back to grade school, when I first heard it. Or maybe it's because it a really, really great song. This is the US version of the video. Most people like the UK version better, but... I don't. Hehe.
To sing my song
I want to live in a world where I belong
King Without a Crown - Matisyahu - Watch ItStrip away the layers and reveal your soulEye candy ahead!.
Got to give yourself up and then you become whole
You're a slave to yourself and you don't even know
You want to live the fast life but your brain moves slow
Rome Wasn't Built in A Day - Morcheeba - Watch ItYou and me, we're meant to beI adore this song. The video's really cute. It's got people suddenly dancing in the streets, running after imaginary friends, and basically taking away all pretentiousness and just letting it all out. I fell in love with this song in the year 2000 - I just had to watch the video once to memorize the lyrics of the chorus. [I finally downloaded the song two years ago.]
Walking free in harmony
One fine day we ll fly away
Don't you know that rome wasn t built in a day
And the Number One Spot Goes To...
Don't Speak - No Doubt
CAN YOU BELIEVE YOUTUBE DOESN'T HAVE THIS VIDEO?!
Don't Speak - No Doubt
CAN YOU BELIEVE YOUTUBE DOESN'T HAVE THIS VIDEO?!
I really feelAs many of you may know, this song was inspired by the breakup of Tony Kanal [the hot bassist] and Gwen Stefani. The video doesn't revolve around that theme, but I love the way the boys look when they're all pouty and jealous of Gwen. The whole thing's just so honest, you can't help but love it.
That I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real
Well I don't want to know
And I love it when Tony Kanal looks sad. Or happy. Or angry. Teehee. ^_^
That's it! I hope you like the videos. It was kind of hard for me to pick five - there were some that I really wanted to include, like Stop by the Spice Girls and Burning Down The House by Tom Jones and The Cardigans... but I had to control myself from making a Top Ten list.
Okay, your turn. What's your favorite music video? [Be careful with your choices. I will mock you if it's really horrible. Bwahahaha.]
Saturday, September 23, 2006
I call this post: Molabi [BGmusic: hindi ko alam kung ano ito. A song by Juana.] I didn't have any plans whatsoever to update, but what the heck. To give you an idea about what I'm doing right now, just a couple of minutes ago, I was in bed with two men [uuuuy]... Hehehe... it's not what you think. Today's the open house of Molave Residence Hall, which means that we outsiders can go in and out whenever we please.
Right not I'm in Janro's room. Eden's on his laptop, so I'm using his roommate's PC.
Plans for tonight: Show off my karaoke "skills" at the lobby... later. Some of my friends are taking their ES1 exams today, so I'll wait for them para marami naman akong supporters.
News: I have a new superfan. I made friends with one of the Ilang-ilang cats, and I named him Tumnus. I actually don't know if Tumnus is a boy or a girl, but I just assumed that he was a boy. Anyway, he loves me. I swear.
I was just outside my room last night, and he was there next to the trash cans, sitting on a Greenwich pizza box. He tilted his head to the left and just looked at me. Then he mewed. I went closer to him, and he mewed again. After I disposed of my trash, I looked back at the cat and he was still looking at me. So I bent down to touch it.
Just to clarify, I don't usually touch the strays. This was a first time for me. I don't know why I touched him, it was just something about him that drew my hand to his fur.
After I touched him, he quickly stood up and started rubbing himself on my legs, as if he had been waiting for me to touch him. I must admit that I almost forgot how to touch a cat - we have dogs at home, and I'm used to the rough play and the mussing of fur. Cats are different - probably because they're more fragile.
Aanyway. I made a new friend. He's not human, yes, but he loves me. When I went out of my room to brush my teeth, he was waiting outside my door. Then he followed me to the bathroom. While I brushed my teeth he rolled on the floor, pawing the air.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
I call this post: *@#&#*@(!!!! [BGmusic: What's Going On by the 4 Non Blondes]I didn't wake up. I must have slept through my alarm.
When I woke up, I immediately checked my cellphone to see what the time was. It was 10:19. My class was 8:30-10. I was ready to go to class. I didn't have any plans to skip. But it happened. AAAAAAH REWIND! REWIND!
Oh.... Oh.... Chickenbutt. I've been absent for two consecutive meetings; last Monday I had that stupid stomachache, and today I didn't wake up. It's okay if I'm absent for Econ101 [they don't check attendance, and it's not like I'll miss anything important - the whole thing's basically self-taught for me], but I don't want to be absent for Marine Science. Gosh, how many absences do I have? Has it reached six? Will my professor be forced to fail me because of my poor attendance? WAAAAH...
Change topic. Let's not think about that.
...
...
Okay, there's nothing else to think about. Everything else is worse.
So, why didn't you wake up anyway?
Well... I kinda stayed out until 6AM. And I slept at around... 6:20AM... and... that's it.
Huh?!?!?! BAKIT MO GINAWA YAN?! ANG TANGA-TANGA MO TALAGA!
Kasi... 18th birthday ng friend ko... tapos... nag-bonding lang kaming mga girls... Masyado kaming nagmamahalan, so any effort to separate us would be futile.
Ano, nagdisco kayo?
Sa itsura naming ganun?! Hehe... No, we stayed at McDo PHILCOA and asked each other questions like: "Is love a social construct?", and "Choose to marry: ugly smart guy / handsome stupid guy". And... I didn't sleep at all. As in, walang tulugan talaga.
Had fun?
Oo naman. Mahal ko ang girls ko. Gusto mo ng pictures?
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
I call this post: Without you [BGmusic: Nothing... Just the sound of rain.]I'm wet yet again. Ah, life without an umbrella. [Yes, dears, wala akong umbrella ever since... July. Actually, meron akong umbrella, pero sobrang laki kaya nakakahiyang gamitin.]
I usually have someone to walk me back to the dorm [a guy friend or two perhaps, plus Eden], but they were all busy awhile ago, and so I walked back alone. Hindi ako tumakbo kasi baka matapilok pa ako, di ba? Hindi rin ako nagpasama kay Eden kasi anong mangyayari kung dalawa kaming nabasa? At least kung mag-isa ako, ako lang yung mababasa, di ba?
So yun. I walked in the rain.
Alone. [Boohoo. Boohoo.]
I usually love walking in the rain. But then again, I don't usually do it all alone and... pathetic. Yes, I'm a loner, but walking in the rain is something you do with friends. Or when you're really really miserable. I wasn't really really miserable awhile ago, but now I kinda am.
Grrr.
Sorry.
Anyway.
Let's get over that, shall we?
I'm sorry, I can't write a decent post right now. I'm too busy wallowing in self-pity.
I'm weeeet.
Oh, just a continuation on yesterday's post: what Ann had yesterday was vertigo. I don't know what I had. It may be an ulcer. I hope it was just indigestion or something. Anyway, don't worry, I'm going to get a check up tomorrow. :)
Tonight's gameplan: Watch Rent for the umpteenth time, to stop feeling sorry for myself. [Found my copy! Woohoo!]
Monday, September 18, 2006
I call this post: Retching [BGmusic: Come Around by Marc Broussard]I wasn't supposed to post today because I'm really sick. But you can't keep me away from my blog. And besides, my laptop's right next to my bed, so whenever I need to lie down all I need to do is take a few steps to the right. And if I feel like vomiting, the bathroom's right next door. [Ah, I love the location of my room.]
The first thing I saw when I woke up was this girl, still fresh from the shower and wrapped in a yellow and white stripey towel. She was poking my knee, telling me to wake up. I thought I was dreaming - heck, there was an indecently dressed [?] stranger in my room, and her hair was still dripping. That's not normal, right?
But it turns out that she was real.
It took me a couple of seconds to process what she was saying [if I could get 50 pesos for every time I said, "Ha?", I'd be... richer]. Turns out that Ann wasn't feeling well, and girl-in-towel was her roommate, and girl-in-towel needed to go to class so girl-in-towel couldn't keep an eye on her. So I went to Ann's room upstairs. I was still in my pajamas, and when I got there Ann had her head over a pail. She asked me to bring me to the infirmary so I quickly changed, and groggily led her outside. We must have looked like a couple of zombies - she was leaning on me because she was really dizzy, and I was just bangag because I just woke up. Anyway, I got her a cab even though the infirmary's only two buildings away. [We only paid P30. Walang nadagdag sa metro.]
When we got to the emergency room they asked her the normal questions. Turns out that she hadn't eaten anything, and before you could say Peripheral labyrinthine, I was buying her some Magic Flakes from the Coop. After I gave her the crackers, I went back to the dorm because I needed to go to class.
That's when my stomach started rebelling.
It fudging HURT. It didn't feel like hyperacidity, it was more like super-mega-ultraelectromagnetic-acidity. I thought it was hyperacidity at first, but I ate dinner last night and it was only 7:30 in the morning. It wasn't like I was starving myself or anything. So I took a shower [in extreme pain - it's VERY hard], but after changing into my clothes, I couldn't take it anymore. I found myself on my bed, rendered completely useless from the pain.
Oh, it doesn't hurt anymore. Just to let you know.
But I vomited for the first time in ages. Not a lot. It was just like baby barf... like... a bubble of yellow goo. [Ooh, was that a little too graphic for you?] I didn't have load, so I IMed my mom to call me. My parents checked up on me SEVERAL times, sending my sister over, even this woman I barely even knew [it seems like my mom had been calling every single person she knew in the vicinity] to check up on me. They were worried that I might have had appendicitis:
Me: "Huh? So what if I have appendicitis?"No, I don't have appendicitis. I didn't have shooting pains in my right side [I had shooting pains all over my abdomen, not just the right side], and I can still feel my feet.
My sister: "You could die."
Me: "...Oh."
Anyway.
I don't have a point.
I just wanted to tell you all how my day started.
[Sugary sweet voice:] How was your morning?
Sunday, September 17, 2006
I call this post: Timber! [BGmusic: The Professor by Damien Rice][Warning: Feeling ko mahaba yung post na ito. Sensya na. At mayabang ako dito. Calla Lily fans... don't read.]
Iskapades with: [L-R] Ann, Karen, and DQ
I tell you, last night was so surreal. I sat next to the vocalist of Imago, ate the leftovers of 6 Cycle Mind... but wait, I'm getting ahead of myself.Last night was the main fundrasing charity event of my org [EcoSoc]. It was a concert party at the Phi bar in Metrowalk entitled Silent Rock. Silent Rock because the beneficiaries of the concert party is the Philippine something [Institute? I'm not sure] for the Deaf.
Anyway, as you can see, I have pictures to guide you along the night. Scroll over to see captions.
I went to Metrowalk with Ann and Kuya Conrad, who we ran into around Galleria. He was going to another concert at Metrowalk so we just took the cab going there. Turns out that The Space Flower Show [they were just called Space Flower before] was going to play in a concert there [not the same concert], so he and some of Space Flower's loyalists went all the way from Baguio to watch them. [They're really good, and they really have the potential to make it big.]
During the first part of the show, Ann and I were sitting at this table close to the stage. But towards the second half of the show, Karen let us go into the VIP section, which was super super super weird.The VIP area was really smokey, but not as crowded as outside, of course. Plus, they had nice seats.
The first people we saw inside were Ciudad [see right, wala yung vocalist sa photo], who were really really reeeeaaaaally nice. [Medyo sintonado lang nga yung vocalist, but what the hey.] The guy in the black shirt was really really cute when he was performing - nakasmile na parang bata tapos sabay bob ng head. Wala lang, ang cute. When they were about to leave, they were all, "Thank you, thank you, it was nice meeting you!" I was all, "Next year ulit ha?" [As if I had any say on the matter. Bwahaha.] Basta, these guys were so nice. ^_^
Oh, here's me and Ann with some guys from Protein Shake [who we didn't actually hear play, because we were outside at the "other concert" watching Space Flower - they're REALLY good].The guys from Protein Shake were also nice [pero napamahal na ako sa Ciudad boys]. The guy in black [the frontman] asked how we wanted the photo - "Wacky or sweet?" Well, alam naman ninyo na di ako masyadong bagay sa sweet photos. So yan. Crush ni Ann yung nakagrey [who actually offered to take the picture, just so Karen could be in the photo].
Oh, and this is us with Whatshisface from Calla Lily. I don't know his name, but I know a lot of you have crushes on this guy, so I'm posting it here for bragging rights. Bwahahaha.We also didn't hear Calla Lily play. Well, we could hear muffled sounds through the glass wall, but that's it. I personally don't like their sound that much, but hey, that's just me.
Ah, and this is me with Tatsi [UY ALAM KO YUNG PANGALAN!] from Calla Lily. Crush ni Ann, kaya alam ko yung pangalan niya. What can I say about him? Mukhang mahal ang hairstyle niya. Mas mahal pa kaysa hairstyle ko. Nakakaconscious.I think real rockstars shouldn't give a flying fudge about what they look like.
Example:
Ann and I with [woah!] Imago. Wala akong masabi sa grupong ito. Ang galing nila. Galing ng frontgirl, bassgirl, guitarman, drumman... galing nila.Aia totally commanded the crowd. [Pansin ko lang, biglang lumapit lahat ng lalake namin sa stage when Imago was performing... Hmmm...]
I wanted to get a better shot of Myrene [she's so COOL!], but she was always eating pizza or busy talking to Tatsi.
Anyway, buy their album. If you haven't already. I think my brother has their album so I won't bother.
Okay, that's the first half of my post done. That was my "bragging rights" half. I heard the term from Nathan first - he said he was just taking pictures of the bands to post on his multiply and basically make everyone think that he's Mr. Popular - as you can see, I had the same gameplan. When I was talking to Nathan, I was sitting next to this really pretty girl - I thought she was a girlfriend of someone or something, but it turns out that she was Aia from Imago. Was kinda weirded out by that.
Anyhoo. Here's the more "personal" part of my post.
6 Cycle Mind performed as well. They performed songs everyone knew, so everyone enjoyed their performance. I didn't get a picture of them [but I have a video], so here's their... er... fries. Actually, it didn't look like this before, but since we figured that they left without touching their fries, we kinda... attacked [we were soooo hungry, and the food at the Phi bar was priced a la inelastic demand]. Only midway through the fries did I realize that - OMG - we're eating the leftovers of 6 Cycle Mind! So syempre may photo.It was the first time I saw someone so inebriated that she was collapsing all over the place. Celine would have fallen on me if someone wasn't holding her around her waist/shoulders/neck/legs. I have lived a too-sheltered life. She was very entertaining though: "DI AKO LASING! WOOOOOOOH!"
Oh, and I got asked out for some drinks by this guy from one of the opening bands. Told him - nicely, don't worry - I had a boyfriend [that's the nicest way to turn a guy down I think]. But that's a story I will reserve for another day. A day when I can't think of anything else to write about.
Ah, I forgot Chicosci.Ann and I got back to the dorm at around 6AM. The concert itself ended at around 2AM, and so we hung around McDonald's at Katipunan for a while. I sang songs, Ann slept most of the time, and Karen talked about how the manager of Makatha asked for her number [uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuy... peace tayo Karen!].
But it was all so very surreal, you know? I wasn't excited at all to get so close to these people, because I just realized that they are... just people. Talented [well, most of them were], yes, but nothing to get all goo-goo eyed over. Something to show off on your multiply/blog, maybe [harhar], but that's it. [Although, yes, I admit I got goo-goo eyed when we got close to that guy from Makatha and Myrene.]
[Calla Lily fans: Di ko sinasabi na poser sila. Well... I didn't phrase it that way, so... ahem... well... PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!]
Oh, Paolo Valenciano's band [oo, anak ni Gary V] performed. They're called Salamin and their album's coming out... soon. Okay lang sila, pero tunog Bamboo talaga. Gayang-gaya ni Paolo si Bamboo. Kahit kilos.
Anyway, the best performers of the night were:
- Makatha - I <3-ed their last song, Kubeta. Super aliw.
- Narda - Didn't post a photo of them. Took a video though.
- Imago - the crowd loved them.
- 6 Cycle Mind - naging "sing-along with 6 Cycle Mind" ang party! WOOHOO!
Saturday, September 16, 2006
I call this post: Sweltering [BGmusic: You've Got the World on a String by Frank Sinatra + Liza Minelli]I woke up this morning sweaty, sticky, and slightly disoriented - I was still wearing my clothes from yesterday. I don't really remember how I fell asleep, but I did. It's my roommate's birthday today so we had some cake and ice cream last night at midnight. I also made her a video. Not going to post it here because it's not like any of you guys would understand the joke [none of the people in the video knew her - they were all photocopier operators/salespeople/tambays we just asked to greet her a happy birthday].
Last night I ate so much I thought I was going to have a nightmare. And I kind of did. I dreamt that there was this guy who was "taking advantage" of me. In the end I beat up his fugly arse, so it was a kinda happy dream. Bwahahaha.
Have any of you noticed what color you dream in? I read somewhere that we dream in black and white, and I believed that for a while. But after that I started taking note of the colors of my dreams, and guess what? [What?] I don't dream in grayscale. Yay.My scary dreams usually have background music. It's eerie music that drags on and on, and I find it harder to breathe. The predominant color of my nightmares is green. Green and black, actually.
I don't remember the last nightmare I ever had, but there are some nightmares that I don't think I will ever forget. I had two almost identical dreams when I was a kid that had this girl following me around all the time. Her face contorted into a really grotesque smile right at the climax of the nightmare. Then she'd laugh, but her voice wasn't hers anymore, it sounded like a chorus of men laughing [a la bwahahahaha].
Another dream that has stuck with me for the longest time is one from high school I think - I was holding hands with this guy and we were running towards... something. Everything was orange except for us. I don't remember what he looked like, all I know was he looked like he shaved his head... Anyway, I was really freaked out [in a good way] when I woke up, because I thought I had dreamt about the guy I was going to end up with. I probably just had one cheese curl too many.
Now it's you're turn: What are the dreams that have stuck with you? Kwento na.
Butch Dalisay is teaching English 11 next sem! WOOHOO! [I really hope I get a slot... *crosses fingers*]
Friday, September 15, 2006
I call this post: Flashback [BGmusic: Flake by Jack Johnson feat. Ben Harper]
I don't have anything to say.
Anything to saaaay...
[Chevy's my nickname.]
This was taken on my bed back in Kalayaan.
Room G-123.
[Enter music: "Minsan sa may Kalayaan tayo'y nagkatagpuan..."]
Hahaha we look funny.
I miss freshman year. :')
Thursday, September 14, 2006
I call this post: When it's gone, it's gone. (BGmusic: When It's Good by Ben Harper)Yes. I'm here. Different blog name, same girl.
I know the layout is totally different from anything I've ever had. It's not as funky and fun and... orange as my past layouts, but this shows how I feel right now. I know a lot of you [if not ALL of you] liked the funky feel of The Aftertaste, but I haven't been feeling funky lately.
I didn't make a totally new blog, as you can see. I said I would relocate, and that's all I did. I seriously considered transferring to i.ph, but realized that people were having trouble viewing pages there.
Anyway, here I am.
Eden and I went to Megamall awhile ago because she needed someone to go with her to the art galleries for her ArtStud homework. I love looking at art. It's a shame that there aren't any huge galleries here. Galing pa ng mga artists natin dito.
Anyway, there I was with Eden, and while we were looking at this sculpture, this guy came up right next to me and asked me what it was made of. I said it was probably just stone or cement. I heard something like a camera shutter, so I thought he was taking pictures of the art. But when I turned to take a look at his camera [I like looking at cameras - they're so beautiful], his lens was directed at me. It took a while for me to digest what he was doing, so when he went off I didn't do anything.
Gosh, I
And that is one good reason to get a boyfriend: to fend off those dirty old men. [Enter music: "I am the man who will fight for your honor..."] Haha, dream on. I can only name two of my guy friends who have the balls to confront guys like that.
Anyway, after that incident I just had some ice cream to keep my mind off the issue. Then Eden and I wandered around the mall looking at furniture stores, picking furniture for our future [hopefully] bachelorette pad.
Then we hung around Powerbooks for a while. I discovered the Eagles of Death Metal [great drums], went through a couple of picture books, architecture books, poetry...
But every time I remembered that man with his camera my blood would start boiling again. Gah.
When we went back to UP, I decided to hang around Molave for a while. Talked to Jonathan for the first time in ages. And Henry told me that I looked like Maggie Q. She's reaaaally reaaaally gorgeous, so syempre flattered ako, pero di ako naniniwala kasi parang hellurrr naman. [Okay, gets ba ninyo yung dialogue na yan? Haha.]
Anyway, I like catching up with my friends. So I was happy again.
Until I remembered the man with the camera.
Shucks, what the HECK is he going to do with my pictures?
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
I call this post: Clingfilm (BGmusic: Pour Your Love Down by Audio Adrenaline)If I am only here to watch you as you suffer
I will let you down.
Today was hot.
Wow, seems like I can't blog about anything other than the weather.
Sorry, I'm totally useless today. But... I have an announcement to make. I will be moving this blog soon. Just a different title. I figured that I should stop wallowing in the afterglow of Kalayaan, and rename my blog.
To the uninformed, the reason why this blog is called The Aftertaste is because my last blog was called Tikim ng Kalayaan. After I was kicked out of Kalayaan [no, not really kicked out - the dorm's only for freshmen], I left TNK and brought the Aftertaste to existence.
Story of my
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
I call this post: Broke (BGmusic: Four Leaf Clover by Badly Drawn Boy)Man, I am penniless. Seriously. I have, like, P1.25 in my wallet. Or something like that. And my allowance isn't gonna come until Friday. How I will survive, I do not know. Bahala na si Batman. Ah, buhay dormer talaga...
Anyway, I'm going to be kind of busy the next couple of days. I have to write some stuff for the EcoSoc paper - first, start the editorial (which is a joint effort of all the editors), then write a social issue piece. I have no idea on what to write about. What social issues are there to write about? Puro gasgas lang yung naiisip ko eh. [If you have any ideas, suggestions are very welcome.]
Today was very hot. And to think that I walked all the way from the Fine Arts building to my dorm (to those of you who don't know, these buildings practically have the whole university in between them). Oh, and I haven't eaten anything. Okay, I've eaten some cookies... Gum... drank some milk... Halls... Basically that's it. Haven't eaten breakfast or lunch. And no, I am not on some kind of diet [ME?! DIET?! HA!]. I didn't wake up in time for breakfast, and I was too tired to have lunch [I slept instead].
Anyhoo, what was I going to say? Ah yes, it was really hot. Only fifteen minutes out of the dorm and I could feel my deodorant starting to break down.
I wish I was in Baguio. In Baguio I only broke into a sweat after running around the track oval, but here I find myself perspiring when I'm just sitting down.
In Baguio my parents are there to feed me and clothe me and give me my allowance every day. Here I get my monthly allowance via ATM and usually end up overspending. So the first half of the month, I'm like this millionaire, and during the latter part of the month I'm gathering up all the leftover change from the corners of my bags to pay for my pamasahe. [Yes, I'm pathetic.]
In Baguio I have my dogs. Here I have these mangy cats that freak out and scratch your shins without warning.
In Baguio I could practice my violin whenever I wanted. Since I got here I haven't been practicing like I used to, because I share my room with three other girls who probably won't appreciate me going over the same etude over and over again. And I consider myself a good roommate, and so I don't impose my playing on them.
In Baguio I had more wardrobe choices - I could wear turtlenecks, leather jackets, long-sleeved sweaters, etc etc. Here, my choices are limited to t-shirts and tank tops.
I guess I'm no Manila girl, and I don't think I ever will be. Although I love my campus, it seems like everything outside of it is still ugly and grey.
Okay lang yan. Uuwi din ako. Hopefully this weekend, but if that doesn't work out, next weekend na lang.
Ah, homesickness. [Sigh.]
On the side: Congratulations to the people who passed the chemistry board exam! Especially to those from UP! We're all so proud of you! [At naramdaman ko na naman na mga abnuy talaga ang mga schoolmates ko - taas ng passing ratio natin, mga isko!]
Monday, September 11, 2006
I call this post: My 9/11 (BGmusic: Broken by Jack Johnson)
Here's Karen's campaign material [She's running for PRO - OBVIOUSLY - in our org]. I just finished it awhile ago. Just super proud with it her. Hope she wins.
Anyway, today's my roommate's birthday. She's eighteen today. We bought her a cake and gave it to her last night at midnight. The funny thing was, she was already given a cake earlier that afternoon, so we ended up having to eat TWO whole cakes.
Okay, so it's not like I had a debut when I turned eighteen. I don't really like gatherings when they're thrown on my behalf. It feels weird - all those people I barely know looking at me and shaking my hand and making me extremely uncomfortable with their high-pitched compliments and "catching up". But my eighteenth birthday was perfect anyway. If you want to read about what happened, just click here.
Today was a great day. Why? I just got to sit back and relax today. And I still managed to be productive: I finished my take home exam for FA28, and the campaign material.
But even though it was a very wonderful day, I couldn't help but feel that it could have been better. I just miss some people. I just want to sit down and talk with some of them, but it would be just too weird, and in some cases, impossible. If only things were really simple and I could just plop down beside them and carry on from where we left off, everything would be great. But yeah, this is the real world and things aren't that simple.
I emailed Nadia awhile ago [Jessie's sister] awhile ago. I don't know why it took me so long to respond to her letter. I just didn't want to face it I guess. And I didn't know what to say. But I knew that I couldn't keep putting it off, so I emailed her.
And... yeah... well...
Have nothing more to say.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
I call this post: Basang Sisiw (BGmusic: wala!)I have a story to tell you.
Characters:
Ann - Jenny - Me (EYEBAGS!)
Last Saturday, Ann, Jenny, and I decided to eat at Flaming Wings, Katipunan. We had chicken strips (I had Carribean Jerk / Balsamic Mayo, Ann had BBQ / Honey Mustard, and Jenny had Wild / Bleu Cheese), and probably the most wonderful thing I have eaten outside my house: Wicked Oreos. They're Oreos, deep-fried in butter and... other stuff... and they're served hot. With vanilla ice cream. Here's a photo. Okay, photos.
[Mouth is watering. GAAAAARRRAAAARRAAAAA *sucks in drool*]
Anyhoo, outside, the rain was pouring. We thought, okay, we'll stay for a while longer and wait for the rain to subside.
It didn't. In fact, the water outside was shin-deep.
To make the long story short, we all got wet. Drenched, in fact.
There was a lot of squealing and screaming involved. But it was fun. Kaso lang, nagkasakit si Ann. Poor girl.
Basta, di ko maikwento. Words cannot do justice to that night. Di ko talaga makakalimutan. [You should have seen me screaming and running AWAY from the "shelter" of our - yes, we shared - umbrella when I realized that the water we were wading through was overflowing from the sewers. Yuck yuck yuck.]
Basta, di ko maikwento. Words cannot do justice to that night. Di ko talaga makakalimutan. [You should have seen me screaming and running AWAY from the "shelter" of our - yes, we shared - umbrella when I realized that the water we were wading through was overflowing from the sewers. Yuck yuck yuck.]
Saturday, September 09, 2006
I call this post: Baby, I got it (BGmusic: Explosivo by Tenacious D)I like cleaning to songs you can sing and dance to. Awhile ago it was Aretha Franklin on repeat [R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Find out what it means to me!]. Boppy songs by boy bands are also good. Oh, and S Club 7. They may be annoying at normal times, but me cleaning is definitely not a normal concept.
It's amazing how quickly dust and junk can accumulate. Awhile ago, I went on a much-needed cleaning rampage in my area of the room, and guess what? I found one of my pink and purple stripey socks. [Hurrah! Hurrah!] ...I was wondering where that went.
I wonder what the dust under my bed is made of. I want to take it apart and see how old each particle is, where it came from, how it came to be, etc. I know that most household dust is made of dead skin cells, but I also read somewhere that dust can also be made of stardust - meteors that have disintegrated at the earth's atmosphere. Isn't that cool? I wonder if I
I think everyone wants super powers. It's not our fault, really. We've been exposed to the Super Friends Power Rangers, Princess Starla and the Jewel Riders, the Care Bears (!), and the like all our lives. Unless you grew up in a no-TV-until-you're-old-enough-to-understand-calculus household, or if your parents only let you watch shows like Bananas in Pajamas despite your complaints - "But dad, I'm sixteen already! All the other kids are watching Panday and I don't know what they're talking about!" [Okay, I'm exaggerating.]
Anyway, if you were given the chance to have super powers, what would it be? Just one. You can't be Superman - flying and super strength and bullet-bouncing? Only weakness: a rock? Where's the excitement in that? I like super heroes like the Flash or Aquaman - they're hardly ever the center of attention [okay, so Aquaman's virtually useless], but they are interesting. Not like Superman or Batman [who doesn't even have superpowers, just money], probably the most boring superheroes ever. Those two are only interesting when they're busy being their "secret identities".
Okay, where was I? Ah, yes. If you were given the chance to have a super power [just one!], what would it be? I made a list of the powers you may want [plus my comments on each, of course] to help... guide you on your decisions.
- Invisibility - this super power is only useful if you're some kind of coward who won't play fair. I don't like the idea of fighting the bad guy when he can't see you. It's just not fair. But invisibility does have its good points. You can stalk people, trip them over, shoplift, etc. undetected. Bwahahaha. Frankly, I think invisibility is a superpower more suitable for supervillains. And useless people - the supergirlfriend or the supergeek [the one who cowers in the corner at the first sign of conflict], who are just there to make the story more "colorful".
- Time Manipulation - this super power is usually attributed to supervillains, probably because time manipulation gives you the ability to play God. I like this superpower - who hasn't wished for the ability to turn back time and redo *that conversation*, right? But everything will probably end up going all Butterfly Effect on you anyway, and you may end up killing yourself in your mother's womb, and you don't want that, do you?
- Super Strength - boooooring.
- Laser Eyes - yawn.
- Ability to Communicate with Animals - another useless-person superpower. Who wants to know what that annoying yapping sound means? Want to know why your cat has been giving you the cold shoulder? Baby, you don't want to know.
- Stretching - this is probably the most stupid superpower I have heard of, aside from Meltman [with the power to... melt!]. Wow, you can stretch. Oo, I'm so impressed.
- Ice/Fire-powers - gives you the ability to... make instant halo-halo! Or an instant isaw stand! Why be a super hero when you can be a super entrepreneur?
- Psychic powers - I shall go back to classic literature. Look at Cassandra. She tried to tell everyone what was going to happen, but no-one believed her. And Troy still burned down. HAHA to that.
I'll get back to you when I get my super powers.
Friday, September 08, 2006
I call this post: Fish heads for lunch (BGmusic: In the Morning by Razorlight)Just something on yesterday's post: To incoming freshmen students, I'm not discouraging any of you to go into UP. Heck, it's a grrrreat school. Just be aware that you will most probably be very dependent on Extra Joss when you get in. [Not if, when.] Also to those hoping to get into UP, or who are already studying in UP, you HAVE to read this article by Butch Dalisay: Get a Life. It's an address to the UP Baguio class 2005 at their graduation. I love Butch Dalisay. Unfortunately, he hasn't been teaching recently I think. I want to take his English 11 class... Ngyer.
Guess what? My dad's back! [Whoopee!] To those of you who don't know, my dad has been away for a year for a one-year research thing funded by the Nippon Foundation. He was doing a comparative study on military schools in Southeast Asia - Japan [yeah, Japan's not in Southeast Asia, but he studied the school there anyway], Thailand, Indonesia, and Malaysia. Oh, and the Philippines, syempre. So he's been spending three months in each country. In between, he'd visit the Philippines for a couple of days, then he'd go back to wherever he was needed.
Anyway, I missed my dad. I wasn't really aware of it last year because I was caught up in the whirlwind that was my freshman year [and it wasn't like I was seeing the rest of my family anyway - except my sister], but last night when we [my dad, my sister, and I] had dinner together [before he went back up to Baguio], I was all, "Hay... I missed this."
I'm not going to Baguio this weekend after all. My homecoming has been postponed to next weekend. There are events scheduled for this weekend that I simply cannot miss [no, not my modeling stint, not even the UAAP Cheerdance Competition, it's Elielle's piano recital on Sunday].
I don't have anything more to say. What the heck is happening to me? I can't even blog. Phooey.
To UPDiliman students: pre-enlistment na! Punta na kayo sa CRS website, at pumili na ng subjects! Classmates tayo next sem! Para masaya! These are the subjects I've pre-enlisted for:
| Mon | Tue | Wed | Thu | Fri | Sat | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10:00 - 11:30 | Econ 102 TFDE [SE 125] | Econ 102 TFDE [SE 125] | ||||
| 11:30 - 12:00 | Kas 1 MHV1 [PH 412] | Kas 1 MHV1 [PH 412] | ||||
| 12:00 - 1:00 | ||||||
| 1:00 - 2:00 | MBB 1 MHW [ALB 102] | German 10 TFW [CAL 307] | MBB 1 MHW [ALB 102] | German 10 TFW [CAL 307] | ||
| 2:00 - 2:30 | CWTS2 - ECON WJK | |||||
| 2:30 - 4:00 | Psych 101 MHX [PHAN 207] | Psych 101 MHX [PHAN 207] |
Thursday, September 07, 2006
I call this post: Dropped (BGmusic: Silent Sigh - Badly Drawn Boy)When I got accepted into the University of the Philippines, I was ecstatic - I found myself skipping down Session Road fighting the urge to hug everyone. It felt like everything was going my way - I got accepted into the number one school of my choice, majoring in my first choice. My future was bright. The world was a wonderful place to be, and I was experiencing its beauty in all its glory.
If I knew how stressful being a scholar of the Filipino people was going to be, I'm sure my initial reaction would have been something else altogether.
When I was a brand new freshman at UP, I had eyebags, sure, but they were barely noticeable. Fast-forward to the present day: only a year later, I have eyebags on eyebags, each layer of dark skin a scar from my battles with economics textbooks and excel spreadsheets. I have a zit on my cheek. Another on my nose. These zits only materialized after weeks of insufficient sleep.
Pardon me for the excessive self-pity, but I am still recuperating from an Econ101 exam. One that I studied for. I had three hours of sleep last night. Which is relatively normal, but first, take into consideration that I only had two hours of sleep the previous night. Awhile ago I was so light-headed, I could feel the world spinning around me. I was so hungry, I was trembling.
Freshman year was so different. I'd be sitting in my Socio10 class, and I'd be like, "I can't believe I'm here in UP." Last night, I was all, "Oo nga. Taga-UP nga ako."
Oh, and did I mention that I've dropped my Econ102 class? My professor was all nice about it, signing it with a smile and asking me, "Are you sure you want to drop?" [Even though she was the one who suggested that I should drop the class.] Sad, really, because she's one of the few professors who call me by name.
As Ernest Hemingway said, "I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?" I haven't really slept in a while. Recently, I have been merely recharging. And I haven't been eating. Instead, I've been refueling. Everything seems like so much work. I'm getting too lazy to shovel food into my mouth, but since I know how skinny I already am, I force myself to eat.
Don't get me wrong, I love my school. I do. Right now, I'm not feeling the love so much, but the feeling will come back. It always does.
But right now, all I want to do is go home, and bury myself in layers and layers of blankets. Layers upon layers upon layers of blankets, to cancel out the layers upon layers upon layers of eyebags.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
I call this post: Buko Juice (BGmusic: Bad Day by Daniel Powter)When I get dismissed from my FA28 class, I am either (a) really happy, or (b) ticked off. Right now, it's the latter. I don't want to rant about it now. Let's save that topic for a mindblock day.
Anyway, I want to share something I've been keeping for the longest time from most people I know. Last month, this guy from Mass Comm approached me after our STS class and asked me - brace yourself - if I wanted to model for this show his org was sponsoring. I'm afraid I didn't respond very gracefully - I almost laughed in his face - but I gave him my number when he asked for it anyway. He texted me twice after that, the most recent last week. The show's on September 9, and since I really didn't want to subject myself to the humiliation that is bound to come, I told him that I couldn't make it because I had a field trip. Which is true. Except the field trip is next weekend. Oh, and it just got cancelled.
I'm just so pleased with myself for being so sneaky. I texted, "Sorry, I can't come this Saturday because I have a field trip next weekend." Technically, I didn't lie. Harharhar.
Okay, I'm evil. But I really didn't want to do it. I may look like a model (bwahahaha), but I walk like a duck, I swear. I'm too goofy to strut my stuff on a catwalk. Just thinking about it makes me snicker. Hyuk hyuk hyuk.
Bwahahaha. Ngehehehehhee. Hoo hoo hoo.
Sorry.
Ahem.
Anyway, it turns out that I am going to be busy this weekend. I'm probably going up to Baguio. Yey.
Wow I have nothing more to write.
This post is short.
Too short.
I know a lot of you find this kind of thing annoying, but I haven't done one of these in a way, so let me indulge myself. [And in the process, get to know me a little better... uuuy.]
| Random Thought Provokers | ||||
| What makes you laugh?: | I can laugh at almost anything. I laugh at the Backdorm Boys, I laugh at my Econ101 prof, I laugh at my brother, I laugh when I get tickled, etc. | |||
| Who is your hero?: | My mom. Corny. Sige, iba nalang. Audrey Hepburn. Just for being Audrey Hepburn. | |||
| Who would you want to be tied to for 24 hours?: | Takeshi Kaneshiro. *drool* | |||
| How many pairs of shoes do you own?: | I'm not too sure. Here in the dorm, I brought nine pairs with me. But I have some more at the house. | |||
| Seriously... Where does the other sock end up?: | My stalker steals it from the laundromat and adds it to his collection at my shrine [probably located at the back of his closet]. | |||
| Who do you blame for your mood today?: | Myself. For not getting enough sleep. | |||
| If the Internet were sex... I would: | be a sex addict. | |||
| Have you ever seen a dead body?: | Um. Yeah. | |||
| What is something scientists need to invent?: | A cure for apathy. [Beauty pageant answer! Wooohoooo!] | |||
| What should we do with stupid people?: | Kill them all. Bwahahaha. Or extricate them from society and leave them on an island. | |||
| Have you ever broken a bone?: | Never. I want to break a bone eventually. Just a leg maybe. I just want to get a cast for people to sign. :D | |||
| Do you watch local news? Why?: | No. Because I don't watch TV. Why? I prefer the internet. | |||
| What happens after you die?: | People will cry. Dapat lang. And I'll be in heaven, partying. | |||
| How big is your bed? Big enough?: | My bed at home is a double bed. My bed at the dorm is a single. I don't take up too much space anyway so it's okay, but I like the double bed so I can sleep next to my junk. | |||
| How long do you think you will live?: | Long enough. Hopefully. | |||
| Take this survey | Find more surveys You've been totally Bzoink*d | ||||
Monday, September 04, 2006
I call this post: To drop or not to drop (BGmusic: If Ya Getting Down by 5ive - don't ask)Haha. As if I have a choice. I will drop. I just don't want to go to class right now to get the job done just yet. Di ko pa rin matanggap kasi eh. Anyway, Thursday nalang ako magdodrop. Woohoo.
Awhile ago I had an exam in Marine Science 1. Exam ha. Hindi quiz. Exam. Pero hindi ako nag-aral. I totally forgot that our exam was today. How was it? Thankfully, it was easy. Thankfully, I understood the lessons because the class is one of the few where I actually enjoy myself. Kaya, puro stock knowledge from my lectures yung ginamit ko. Feeling ko kung nag-aral ako ganun pa rin yung score ko. So okay lang actually. But man, I nearly had a heart attack when I entered the room and saw my classmates huddled over their answer sheets. [Moral of the story: don't forget exam dates. They are very important.]
Parang ang bilis ng weekend noh?
At ang bagal ng week.
Hay.
The last weekend was fun. I fed streetkids, watched Devil wears Prada, went to church, ate at Mang Jimmy's [for the first time! WOOHOO!], watched videos, studied a little, and most importantly, slept a lot.
I think I'm going to like Mondays and Thursdays now that Econ102 is gone. [Always look at the bright side of life... tunun - tununun - tunun!]MOVIE REVIEW: DEVIL WEARS PRADA
I didn't really want to watch this movie because frankly, the book sucked ass. I don't understand why it was so successful. The characters were so... characterless, the plot dragged along, and the writing was a la Sweet Valley High. But I'm not reviewing the book, so let's concentrate on the movie, shall we?
Anyway, I watched it with Ate Rory and Ann in Megamall. Ate Ror wanted to watch American Dreamz, but apparentely, the only cinemas showing that are in Angeles and Davao, so good luck nalang sa amin, di ba?
Anyhoo, it had Meryl Streep, so I knew that it had to be a little better than the book. And I wasn't disappointed. The movie was very well-made [and Meryl Streep was WONDERFUL, as I expected]. The story was changed a little to make the characters more interesting, which was probably a much needed tweak, because the characters in the book were irritatingly flat.
Anyway, if all else fails, watch the movie for the clothes. The clothes are divine. After you watch it, look at the contents of your wardrobe, and I bet your reaction would be like mine: "Man, my clothes suck."
I give it:FOUR SMILIES!
I saw this story in CNN.com. Shocking, really. My brother and I used to mimic the guy all the time.And I will not stop. I will keep saying, "Crikey! Look at the soiz of that theng!" to keep the memory alive.
The Crocodile Hunter will be very missed by this fan.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
I call this post: The Grass Grows (BGmusic: Without You from Rent)Missed me?
This week has been like a rollercoaster ride. Not the kind that makes you throw your hands up in the air ecstatically screaming. This ride had me closing my eyes praying it would be over soon. Anyway, it's a new week. Hopefully the ride is over.
News:
For the first time in my college life, I'm dropping a subject. I totally messed up on the first exam. It's not that I didn't study. It's that I had too many exams to study for in one go, so I might have neglected that subject. Anyway, what's done is done. Okay lang yan. Mababawasan problema ko for this sem.
Naramdaman ko lang na mahirap talaga mag-aral. In high school, I could ace the exams without even studying. And now look at me. I have been reduced into a nameless, faceless, major-dropper. Okay lang yan! Aja aja fighting! [Recently watched Full House. Now I understand why so many people were so obsessed with it.]
I overlayed my friendster account. Just really happy with it. [This was what I did to keep my mind off dropping a subject.]
I still haven't emailed Nadia [Jessie's sister]. I don't know what to say, really. Everything I type just looks stupid. I sometimes still find my eyes welling up occasionally when I think of Jessie, but it's not as bad as before. [Last Thursday I almost burst out crying in my Econ102 class. Thankfully, everyone was looking at the prof, and no-one noticed. I think. I hope.]
Oh, before I totally forget about this, I've been tagged.
Once tagged by this entry, write a blog entry of some kind with six random facts about yourself. In the end of it, pick six of your friends and tag them! (No tag backs). This explanation must be included, of course.
- My left eye really hurts right now. I think I'm going to lay off the contact lenses for a while - just to give my eyes a rest.
- When I turn on the shower, sometimes I just watch the water fall from the showerhead to the floor for the first couple of
secondsminutes. - Seeing roadkill makes me want to flail my arms around and scream. Sometimes I do.
- I would like to feel what it's like to be a cat. Just so I can know what it's like to be able to purr.
- Love songs usually make me feel miserable.
- I can't walk in heels because I don't own a pair. I don't own a pair because my sister won't let me wear heels in her presence [she'll look really short next to me if I do].
Something that I
Life is just so beautiful. Maybe the frailty of it all makes it even more so. And even though some things aren't exactly going my way right now, there are so many things to be thankful for.
Like... the zipper. Have any of you paused and thought what a wonderful invention it is? I've been fiddling with zippers since Monday, just to keep my hands busy, and concluded that whoever invented the zipper was a genius. [If any of you are curious about the origins of the zipper, you can read about it here.]
Wee... Anyway... I hope you all have a great day.