I haven’t seen this movie… yet… I’m already in-love with it.
Very very nice song.
OUR MUSIC.
Wouldn’t it be nice?
Trip to Cavite
My whole body aches (especially my buns… if you know what I mean), probably because of the whole ***damn nightmare ride to and from Trece Martirez, Cavite for a visit at my Aunt and Uncle’s place.
See, these are the people whom we only see once in a blue moon — during Christmas, birthdays and on very rare occasions — since they left Makati to settle in once of those developed subdivisions springing like shitake mushrooms in the rural areas of Luzon. My uncle’s not doing well; been in and out of the hospital so we’ve decided it’s proper to show that we care.
So at around 8am, my mom, ate, ‘kuya’ and me were already aboard this dingy ordinary bus bound to Cavite. I was so sleepy, I didn’t get to sleep until 2am (insomnia strikes again). The fact that I was pissed off that we didn’t get to ride an air condition bus to save us from dusts and the pollution of Metro Manila was intensified by “Napakasakit Kuya Eddie” and “Tukso, Layuan Mo Ako” blaring on the boom box speakers on the background. We were tortured by these long playing music the whole hour and a half bus ride. It was hell. I wanted to kill Imelda Papin right there and then. And I promise to get an i-pod on my next payday!!! My sister, on the other hand, was talking nonstop about getting a car for the family to rid us of this hellish encounters every time we need to travel out of Metro Manila. Heat’s probably gone up to our heads.
Well, we didn’t stay long. We just ate, told some stories, played with my very cute and intelligent nephew, Sean and slept. I was so tired that I snoozed on my aunt’s sofa sitting up. The moment I woke up, everybody’s getting ready to leave already.
Short [and hellish] as it may seem but I should say the visit was worth it. It’s hard to get along with some of our relatives but we intend to keep whatever bond is holding us [closer] with the others.
Juvenile Thet strikes again…
I am so desperate to have a photo taken with this guy (perpetually my juvenile obsession). And so, with the wonders of Photoshop, I created some magic and… voila!
Hmmmm… I think we look cute together… Nah, I think we look damn good together… Ha-ha!
Just let me indulge. This is my blog anyway v(^_^)v.
My Chocolates!
Valentines, Oh Valentines!
Who says that Valentines Day are for couples only? Of course not. I’m happy as this is the first time in years that I felt good about all this hullabaloo everytime the Hearts Day approaches. I am actually wondering if my family is celebrating it at home right now. (Yea, I’m still in the office, finishing an ad proposal on a Valentines night… nice.) Wonder if my pop prepared a nice dinner for mom or if ‘ate’ bought some cake with the ‘Happy Valentines!’ greeting on it. But I’m pretty sure, my beloved baby brother is not giving a sh*t about all this; he’s probably engrossed playing PS2 right now.
It’s ironic how I didn’t see too many indications that it’s actually Valentines Day today but how strongly I felt it. I received a lot of greetings from friends and I just enjoyed watching some of them be surprised by a bouquet of flowers or some other sweet gestures from their significant others. Of course there are some who actually feels bad because they got nada.
This morning, my cab driver was trying really hard to strike up a conversation with me, telling me how he’s been overwhelmed by the prominence of color red everywhere he looked. I was half-tempted to tell him: “baka naman ho color blind na kayo… e wala naman akong nakikitang nakapula eh…” Anyways, it was funny; he was telling me how the owner of the cab he was driving got all excited about the V-Day that he even put red seat covers and tiny little hearts at the dashboard and ‘ceiling’ of his cab. It was lucky I decided not to wear my red pull-over; had I worn it, I would perfectly blend in with the car seat. Yaikks!
Anyway, some people crossed my mind and I was almost convinced that I do miss them. But truth is, I don’t. it’s just fun thinking about them and how I used to ‘share’ some of these sweet moments with them…
- That guy who gave me a long stem white rose which he got from Mother Mary’s altar. I heard he cried when he learned that I already left for Baguio and he missed giving me his present. Sweet chap. I would love to run into him one of these days.
- That guy who suddenly kissed me out from nowhere. (Sa cheeks lang naman, promise!) They were playing ‘truth or dare’ and I was busy reading some magazine beside him. He was asked to kiss the person whom he cares most about [at that time]. The bloke suddenly turned to me and without a word kissed me on the cheek! Eh bata pa ko nun… I was surprised. Well, I think that’s sweet too.
- That guy who never gave me anything but heartache. Let’s just say he played a big part in my teen-age years love-life. Haha. Heartbreaker, you know who you are.
- That guy who pretended to be my boyfriend because a yucky crewmate in McDonald’s kept harrassing me to be his girlfriend. Hah, he chased the poor guy away and I ended up liking him too much that it broke my heart into pieces when I learned that he likes my best friend more than me. Sad. But happy now.
- That guy [who looks like my pop] whom I had a crush to in college; a schoolmate in UP Baguio. He has this squeaky, chipmunk-like voice that turns me off every time. But hey, he plays the guitar like Satriani *drooling* I never really got the nerve to talk to this guy.
- That guy who took me to see the movie ‘Bourne Identity’ (or Supremacy… I can’t actually remember). The jerk tried to kiss me and you-know-what! right there in the middle of the Robinsons Place theatre. Ang baduy! I never saw him after that.
- That very first guy whom I confessed my feelings to. He told me ‘I rock!’ and I thought it wasn’t really flattering. Nothing really happened. I think I still like him but there’s something in him that turns me off. He doesn’t care about me at all.
- That guy. Yes, that guy.
It’s funny how I felt they were my world at some point in time and how I overcame and just shrug and smile and laugh at the idea every time I think about them now.
I love L-O-V-E. It’s like the kid in us… it’s silly most of the times.
HAPPY VALENTINES EVERYBODY!
MWAH!
10 Things That Make Me Unproductive At Work
10. The Heat. Our office [or at least our side] is like a living hell. The aircon hasn’t been working for more than a week now and I think the heat has been going up my head, damaging all my productive braincells. Thus, can’t think of anything sensible.
9. Busted Internet Connection. Our internet connection has been going on and off and it really pisses everybody’s mind off. Half my work depends on research and this situation leaves me helpless everytime.
8. Daydreaming. Sand. Waves. Blue skies. 2-piece swimsuit and my sunblock. I always think about getting a vacation amidst all the chaos at work that sometimes I am having a hard time snapping out of a good ‘ol day dreaming.
7. Audio from the peoples’ mouths a.k.a. NOISE. Some of my colleagues aren’t that considerate. They think everybody can concentrate even with their loud voices destroying the piece and serenity of the room. Focus is derived from silence.
6. The Presence. No, I’m not talking about anything supernatural. I am talking about the big-old-fat-ugly-scary Ogre lurking around the office. Who – in their right mind – would feel comfortable working while being criticized and bashed out?
5. Hunger. I am always hungry; I think I was an obese man in my past life. My stomach growls like crazy, I eat like a pig. I can’t work and I can’t think when I’m at this state. I think it’s pretty normal.
4. Boredom.A friend asks me, How can you be bored when you’re over-loaded with work? I don’t know either. Maybe I am getting bored about work or maybe I am just getting bored by the mere fact that I am compelled to do the same old things and listen to the same old sh*t over and over and damn over again.
3. Youtube.com. So, I am currently addicted to watching ‘My Lovely Sam Soon’ on youtube.com. Can’t get enough of Daniel Henney and Hyun Bin’s face… tee-hee. Actually whenever I crave watching someone (or something) I can’t help myself but click away right to youtube’s page… forgetting that hell, I’ve got loads to do.
2. Blogging. Hah. The thing that I love the most! I usually write blogs whenever I feel a sudden strong surge of emotion — happy, sad, mad, or simply plain -blah-. and most of the time, I am overly emotional.
1. Sleepyhead. My eyes are getting heavy… ZZzzzzzz… I always feel sleepy at work. Maybe because I’m not getting enough sleep every time because pf my damn insomnia (which I’ve been trying to battle for years now). So the good ‘ol drowsiness takes effect most often in the afternoon, specifically after lunch. Whattapig.
Which Trainspotting Character Are You???
I AM RENTON. MARK RENTON. NICE.
Holden Caulfield-isms…
These are just some of my favorite quotes from my male fiction counterpart, Holden Caulfield from J.D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye…
“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”
“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around – nobody big, I mean – except me. And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff – I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it’s crazy, but that’s the only thing I’d really like to be.”
Holden: “You know that song, ‘If a body catch a body comin’ through the rye’?…”
Phoebe: “It’s ‘If a body meet a body coming through the rye’!… It’s a poem. By Robert Burns.”“It’s funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they’ll do practically anything you want them to.”
“Take most people, they’re crazy about cars. They worry if they get a little scratch on them, and they’re always talking about how many miles they get to a gallon, and if they get a brand-new car already they start thinking about trading it in for one that’s even newer. I don’t even like old cars. I mean they don’t even interest me. I’d rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God’s sake.”
“Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.”
“I don’t even know what I was running for – I guess I just felt like it.”
“What really knocks me out is a book, when you’re all done reading it, you wished the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.”
“People never believe you.”
“All morons hate it when you call them a moron.”
“Almost every time somebody gives me a present, it ends up making me sad.”
“When I really worry about something, I don’t just fool around. I even have to go to the bathroom when I worry about something. Only, I don’t go. I’m too worried to go. I don’t want to interrupt my worrying to go.”
“People always clap for the wrong things.”
“I’m always saying “Glad to’ve met you” to somebody I’m not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.”
“I’m sort of an atheist. I like Jesus and all, but I don’t care too much for most of the other stuff in the Bible. Take the Disciples, for instance. They annoyed the hell out of me, if you want to know the truth. They were all right after Jesus was dead and all, but while He was alive, they were about as much use to Him as a hole in the head. All they did was keep letting Him down. I like almost anybody in the Bible better than the Disciples. If you want to know the truth, the guy I like best in the Bible, next to Jesus, was that lunatic and all, that lived in the tombs and kept cutting himself with stones. I like him ten times as much as the Disciples, that poor bastard.”
“He kept saying they were too new and bourgeois. That was his favorite goddam word. He read it somewhere or heard it somewhere, Everything I had was bourgeois as hell. Even my fountain pen was bourgeois. He borrowed it off me all the time, but it was bourgeois anyway.”
“Catholics are always trying to find out if you’re Catholic.”
“Girls. You never know what they’re going to think.”
“All these angels start coming out of the boxes and everywhere, guys carrying crucifixes and stuff all over the place, and the whole bunch of them – thousands of them – singing “Come All Ye Faithful” like mad. Big deal. It’s supposed to be religious as hell, I know, and very pretty and all, but I can’t see anything religious or pretty, for God’s sake, about a bunch of actors carrying crucifixes all over the stage. When they all finished and started going out the boxes again, you could tell they could hardly wait to get a cigarette of something. I saw it with old Sally Hayes the year before, and she kept saying how beautiful it was, the costumes and all. I said old Jesus probably would’ve puked if He could see it.”
“If you had a million years to do it in, you couldn’t rub out even half the ‘Fuck you’ signs in the world. It’s impossible.”
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