IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, here’s how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that’s playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don’t lie and try to pretend you’re cool!
The week that passed i have been working nonstop on assigned researches, pleadings, reports and presentations, finishing almost half of what i have to submit for the next four weeks. I can’t take seeing a bunch of unchecked items in my “to do” list which pops up in my laptop screen each time i open it. It’s crazy. My puter has gone as OC as i am, and we seem to nag each other endlessly. So now, i am staring onto space, stacks of labeled cd’s, printouts and folders before me, with the printer humming as the last several pages of a brief slides out. And my head is filled with random thoughts that ranges from where i should shop for my summer tee or what color flipflop i should buy… should i finally get myself one of those embellished slippers from Waigu? How about ballet flats? Where would i buy one? Rusty Lopez or Celine? Being a cheapskate (or is it cheapstake? Wtf…) i’d probably get it from RL. I am about to feel hungry…where will i eat?
Speaking of eating, couple of nights ago, Aye and i were in front of our favorite gotohan in Bustillos, ordering. Whenever we have the chance (and we wish we always have the chance), we make sure we get our yummy goto fix, right there, in front of the twin churches. Anyway, we were goofing around with our order, as Manang stirred the concoction.
Aye: Manang, isang order po. May laman, yung tuwalya.
Me: Ako din po, isang order may laman… uh, bimpo!
Aye: Ay, ayaw mo ng loofah?
Me: O sige, loofah. Ay hindi, sponge pala!
Aye: Puwede ring pumice stone!
Me: Okay Manang, batong buhay!
Manang: Mga baliw!
Hahaha! But as always, our bowls were overflowing and she filled our soups with thinly sliced tuwalya, sprinkles of minced spring onions and toasted garlic. Yummee!
I am currently rediscovering the works of Jeanette Winterson. I was hooked into her brand of fiction several years ago, when i first read and was blown away by “Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit”. Since then i began looking all over for her other works, and found myself hooked. I read “The Passion” and “Written on the Body” which is probably one of the smartest, most moving stories i’ve ever read. Just recently, i acquired a copy of “The Powerbook”, which was supposed to be the final book in “the cycle” that began with “Oranges…”
And i wasn’t disappointed. Winterson never fails, because it doesn’t matter how simple, or how her stories have been told many times before, how like characters i have met in other books. The thing is that when she writes, the words, the language she uses becomes the character.
The Powerbook is one masterpiece that mixes conversations, cover-versions, fairy tales, literature and history in one thought provoking, emotionally charged narrative. It is poetry masked as fiction. I found myself going “Wow…” each time i turn a page…for i am either overwhelmed by the enormity of the words or it just speaks to em and it hits home, or both.
This book is basically about love, it’s reason and its risks. I will not say anymore about how simply lovely this book is but i will just let some excerpts speak for itself.
“Love wounds. There is no love that does not pierce the hands and feet. Love’s exquisite happiness is also love’s exquisite pain. I do not seek pain but there is pain. I do not seek suffering but there is suffering. It is better not to flinch, not to try and avoid those things in love’s direction. It is not easy, this love, but only the impossible is worth the effort.”
“The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the titanic you go down. That’s the size of it, the immensity of it. It’s not proper, it’s not clean, it’s not containable.”
And just to give the uninitiated more ideas , more to let you know how beautifully she writes, here is the first part of “Written on the Body”, by Jeanette Winterson. Read more »
the universal plot [2-26-05 at 5pm]
[ mood | contemplative ] [ music | southern girl - incubus ]
He is tall, he is gorgeous, he’s got the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen (yes, pretty eyes! They are dark, almond shaped, very expressive). I think the people at Cosmo magazine would call him a hunk… oh no, he doesn’t have those scary muscles or worse, boobs! But he does have that appeal. Like a male model or something? He’s so… virile. So.. manly. Okay, I sound like I am about to devour him. I wish! But, anyway.
I do not particularly like goatees, you know? And he’s got those. Think Ethan Hawke in “Reality Bites”. He’s got this adorable half-smile, and sexy grin. He looks at me as if he’s interested in everything I have to say. He holds my hand and massages my fingers instead of telling me I must be this pampered=princess type because I have such long, bony digits, and smooth palms. No, he thinks they’re cute.
He puts up with my shit. He knows when to speak and when to shut up. That’s a fragile art. It takes a hell lot of sensitivity to be able to master that. And it seems like he already has. It is quite amazing how he’d always catch me in a foul mood and after a few moments with him, I’d be smiling again. Laughing even. He just manages to calm me down, like cold water with a few squirts of lemon on it.
I have never been with anyone like that in ages. I told him that, and he said maybe I just never gave other people the chance.
I said I am a difficult person to love. And he said, people are just not patient enough.
I said he’s too kind. He said he’s just returning the favor. I don’t remember doing him any favor. I’m a selfish bitch! He just smiled.
Sounds like a love story in the making. Yes, maybe. But I am not keeping my hopes up. Remember I have stopped expecting a long time ago? I refuse to read too much into things.
He’s not… he doesn’t belong to anyone. But he wishes to be… to be with someone who I know will never love him back. I wish I could tell him that. But right now, I cannot say anything.
I cannot blame him for being into her. She’s a good friend. She’s a great person. Beautiful inside and out. i don’t know how i knew they’re simply not for each other. i know she’s not into him, not more than a friend / someoen she works with…. one day he’ll realize that and… and then nothing. basta he will realize that. whatever.
i just had to get that out. yes, i just talked about someone who’s been occupying my thoughts for the past couple of days. after this, i expect less of those daydreams.
* He still looks great, he still thinks I’m ‘weird, but interesting…and amazing’ and he is still pining for her. Hoo boy.
i think the past week has been the lousiest, most unproductive that i ever got, ever!
god, i sound like such a toxic workaholic biatch, but that’s how i felt as i lay in bed, almost every hour, every single day for an entire week. i wanted to get up and do something, hoping each time that i am well enough to go to work, but no – my muscles and joints and the overall heavy and hot (i am the human prototype for global warming i swear!) feeling just fails me each time. i have never felt so weak and helpless in what felt like ages. i felt useless.
my mom would check on me twice a day, and thank god for that because i really need her during times like that. i wanted to whine and whimper like a baby, and she gladly indulged me “aawww, my poor baby girl!” yes, my mom made it all bearable, and it felt liberating to be the little helpless girl who needs her mommy..again! whereas my dad, when he called, chastised me for working my ass off, for not putting a towel in my back (duh!) and for negelcting to take my vitamins. oh dear, i love my parents to death and miss them so much!
living away from family and the comforts of home (where i can ask for chicken soup, danish cookies, and vanilla ice cream when asked “what do you want baby?” aawww..waaahhh!!!) is one big glitch of being single and indie..actually it’s one major sacrifice i had to make.
and its harder when you get sick. and oh, i also lost weight… just a couple of pounds which i am trying to get back by eating lots as soon as i regained my appetite last night. i’m gonna eat eat eat lots again yeah!
and of course i will blog blog blog again and bore the rest of cyberspace with my nonsense 
There is this strange conspiracy theory about Britney Spears, and why she has been doing the crazy things she has been doing for the past couple of months. These crazy theorists were saying that Britney has been cursed, and it was brought about by Madonna, whom she lip locked with during an MTV music awards years ago. Meaning, Madonna’s kiss caused all Brit’s misfortune, while Momma Madge has been living a straight, decent, normal life since – you know, being a mom, doing concert tours for her Confessions album and doing charity work for the kids of Malawi. While Britney married and then divorced her first hubby in less than 30hrs, then married KFed, had 2 kids in less than 2 years, separated with said husband, partied in LA and Vegas with Paris Hilton and getting caught without her undies 3 times, then was found out to have been using illegal drugs for years now, shaved her head, got a tattoo, got in and out then back to rehab.
And it’s all because of Madonna’s supposedly cursed kiss? Wow! Theorists say that in order for the curse to be broken, Britney must kiss another girl who is in the same stature, as singer actress fashion icon…like Lindsay Lohan or Hilary Duff? Preferably someone younger. I hope it’s Hilary! Hehehe.
But really, that is one crazy theory! The things people come up with these days! I just hope that Britney will stay in rehab and finish her sessions and start getting her act together.
To be fair though, she still looked pretty even with a shaved head. I
My Starbucks planner is now all pimped and personalized! I would work on it every night when I am not busy typing legalities or editing or writing or working out or, uh, eating (tee hee) and so far, I am quite satisfied with the new look. I am making this planner/journal as something that anyone can look at and read, like a magazine slash coffee table book. At the moment it had some song lyrics, quotes, pages full of thoughts about stuff like my birthday, love and sunburn, flowers, valentine’s day, my mom, people power, etc. Yeah, it’s like an extension of this blog, only more colorful and done in really horrible penmanship. Ugh!
Anyway, here are the photos: 1. inside from cover 2. info page filled with quotes 3. cover page for each month, this one is for Feb, featuring Famke Janssen and 4. first page for each month has a quote pasted on it
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I am slowly but surely on my way to gaining my desired weight of 120 lbs! Well, it used to be that I wanted to be 115 but I figured it would be better to aim higher (or heavier) and just try to maintain it and make sure I don’t drop below 115.
My friends, who are mostly trying to lose weight, don’t want to go with me now when I invite them to have dinner or something because they say my appetite is contagious and it makes them forget their diets ;-p Really, I just eat lots! And I fear I might have some sort of eating disorder because I always think that I like, lose weight each time I feel hunger pangs. And I just always have to ask people if I gained weight for affirmation. It’s crazy, I am crazy.
There were times when I had rice-and-ulam for supper, twice! And then heavy midnight snacks (from McDo, or Wendy’s…thanks to 24 hour delivery!) and I often have cravings. One friend said I might have dementia already. LOL. Because there are times when all I can think and talk about i… food!
And all these food talk is making me hungry again – to think I just had a biggie bacon mushroom melt lunch from Wendy’s! my goodness! So I gotta go for now and get something to eat. Craving for shark’s fin from Pao Tsin! Ta!
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