hooked on you

I must confess that you got me hooked. When I discovered your existence, I have been addicted ever since. Like a moth to a flame, you got me mesmerized, hanging on every scene that unfolds before my very eyes. I could not believe that I have waited this long to appreciate another tv series! Lest you mistake this entry on a different topic, let me clarify that I am merely referring to the hottest tv show of the moment, Lost. Seriously, I find myself in tenterhooks whenever I watch this show. I savor every episode. It's my favorite show at the moment. Gawd! I can't wait for the next episode! I even surfed the website for advance reading of future episodes. I know it's a spoiler but I've only cheated for like, a few advance episodes. The best part of this show is the gorgeous hunks! I mean, cute guys in one show?! C'mon, you gotta be kidding me! I am loving it!

Reminder to self : Must get that book, The Bad Twin which is written by a fictional character based from the series...

i dream of lindsay

I had a brief taste of fame the other night when I dreamt that I was friends with paparazzi-magnet lindsay lohan. So what's it like to be lindsay's friend? It wasn't really grand. If you're the type to party, divulge secrets and pull pranks, then that's what it is. But it was fun to be part of a hollywood crowd even for just a nonasecond. It was kinda cool, reminiscent of alicia silverstone's Clueless days ~ sans the blonde locks. At least, it was better than being friends with the dumb bimbo jessica simpson... ugh!

melt with you

i could list a lot of things to be bitchy about these days, things that are mostly irrelevant and condescending. But mostly, I am pissed about the humid weather. Yesterday was no exception. I left the office early in the afternoon and the sun was beating down on me. It was punishing, I tell you! So I went to my usual route after work ~ meaning, I had to pass glorietta. Since it was a sunday, the mall was packed. Every conceivable human types were all there basking in the coolness of the airconditioned mall. Mind you, there wasn't any sale going on whatsoever. But the mere fact that MI:3 has just opened that means the cinemas were jampacked as well for this big budget movie.

I was able to watch the movie already, and since I am aware of the fact that it was directed by JJ Abrams (creator of tv series Alias and Lost), I somehow recognized some familiarity in the execution of some scenes. At some point in the movie, the background music was awfully familiar-sounding. To summarize, it made me feel like I was watching a great episode of Alias on the big screen. In fact, some cast members from the said series was on the movie as extras. What do you expect, even one of the female cast was an alumni of Felicity, another series from JJ Abrams.

So anyway, back to my original story, I was bumping into a lot of people at the mall yesterday. Turned out there was also a sort of story-telling session for kids in the activity area. lots of kids were loitering around chasing one another, and that made me irritable as well since it hampers my progress to get home in the shortest possible time. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against kids per se but thrusting them into the arena of adults is kinda annoying. I mean, kids should be playing in parks, gardens or picnic groves ~ not in the middle of the mall where accidents are bound to happen. Of course, it would be nearly impossible since this country lacks parks or lush recreational areas where kids can just run around all day in the vast greenery. Besides, majority of this country's population seems to treat mall-hopping/mall-lounging as a past-time activity. I can't really blame all these people, they had nowhere else to go.

Some girls my age already have kids of their own, but I don't feel my maternal instincts kicking in yet. I don't feel inclined to get married or get pregnant at the moment. I'm not really one of those women who gush whenever they see a baby. Sure, they're cute and cuddly, but that's all there is to it. I am not overwhelmed with emotions when I see one. To me, they're just kids : playful at times, annoying when they're kicking and screaming. My throat was so dry from the heat when I got home ~ merely surviving the maddening crowd at the mall.

burn baby burn

summer is not my favorite time of the year. The idea of staying under the scorching sun even for a fraction of a minute is not exactly sexy-- especially to your exposed skin. Hitting the beach? Forget it! Too crowded already, no matter where you go. Personally, I would like to go to the beach during off-season, when it's almost deserted. I want the ocean all to myself-- not that I have excellent swimming skills to boast of, but you know, you don't have to deal with people peeing in the water. Gross, I know. The hot weather also makes me irritable, like you wanna pick a fight with anyone. I could become a mean beyotch for no reason.

spring in june

here's something to look forward to :

The French Film Festival on June 8 to 18 will be shown at the Shangri-la Plaza Mall as part of the French Spring in Manila 2006. Also, there will be a staging of the play 'Waiting for Godot' by Dublin-born writer Samuel Becket. It would be staged in Tagalog and will be collaborated by French director Alain Timar with four Filipino actors. Hmm, I remember this play in college when we were required to read it. It would be nice to get re-acquainted with the play. 'Waiting for Godot' will be shown at the CCP Little Theater on June 23 (8 p.m.), June 24 (3 and 8 p.m.), and June 25 (3 p.m.). Lest I forget, there is an exhibit of works by French fashion designer Christian Lacroix at the Ayala Museum which opened last April 1. I hear the collection was very impressive... and of course, the all-night street party Fête de la Musique on June 18 will be held at El Pueblo, Ortigas Center, 4 PM onwards...

song from the broadway musical, Rent

many thanks to jayna for the lyrics...

Seasons of Love

Company :

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand

Six Hundred Minutes

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand

Moments So Dear

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand

Six Hundred Minutes

How Do you Measure - Measure A Year?

In Daylights - In Sunsets

In Midnights - In Cups Of Coffee

In Inches - In Miles

In Laughter - In Strife

In... Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand

Six Hundred Minutes

How Do You Measure

A Year In The Life

How About Love ?

How About Love ?

How About Love ?

Measure In Love

Seasons Of Love,

Seasons Of Love...

Soloist # 1 :

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand

Six Hundred Minutes

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand

Journeys To Plan

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand

Six Hundred Minutes

How Do You Measure The Life

Of A Women Or A Man ?

Soloist # 2 :

In Truths That She Learned
Or In in Times That He Cried

In Bridges He Burned

Or The Way That She Died

All :

It's Time Now to Sing out

Tho` The Story Never Ends

Let's Celebrate

Remember A Year

In The Life of Friends

Remember The Love

Remember The Love

Remember The Love

Measure In Love

Soloist # 1 :

Measure, Measure Your Life In Love

Seasons Of Love. . .

Seasons Of Love. . .

viva la boheme

For anyone out there who loves the 'theatuh', don't fail to watch the movie version of Rent, the musical. It's only being shown this week in two cinemas, Glorietta 4 and Greenbelt 3. 'Love all the songs... it's definitely worth watching... and worth every penny. I might consider buying the original soundtrack...

Which LOST character are you?

i relate to hurley? how the hell did that happen?!

Hurley

You scored 46% kindness, 34% courage, 31% seedy past, and 51% secretiveness!

"For the record, my belt HAS dropped a notch. I'm a big guy. It's gonna be a while before you're going to want to give me a piggy back ride."

Dude, you are Hurley. You are a kind soul with some terrible luck. While you're always lending a helping hand, you're not exactly the bravest guy on the island. What you do is even more important - keep people entertained. The only problem you've got is that whole jinxed numbers thing. You're so secretive, no one on the island even knows that you're a multimillionaire! Let it out, dude. There's no use trying to keep it all bottled up inside, man.

Your polar opposite is: Jin. You are similar to: Claire and Sun.

this little missy went to the dentist

one hot day, during my time off, I went to the dentist for an appointment. I was a bit early so the lady dentist was still attending to another patient. Naturally I have to wait for my turn. I was casually leafing through a copy of cosmo magazine when I heard the dull whirring sound of the dentist's equipment, you know that thing they put inside your mouth. It wasn't a pleasant sound. It sounded like she was actually drilling hard! I almost winced as if I was the one on the dentist's chair at that moment. I just wish I won't walk out of that clinic all bruised and swelling, you know. I hoped she wouldn't be that clumsy or hard on her patients. Well, I didn't hear any loud screams from the other patient so I thought I was safe. Surprisingly, when it was my turn, the dentist's hands were actually gentle. So I was in capable hands and I was able to relax. I just kept thinking she wouldn't make a mistake since she kept on yapping while she was doing prophylaxis on me. I always dislike going to the dentist. It's like submitting yourself to some kind of a barbaric torture, especially if the dentist is a caffeine addict & doesn't have steady hands. I usually put off making a dentist appointment. Well, the trip to the dentist almost always ends well for me~ unless the dentist told you some bad news. As for me, I have clean pearly whites now, and a clean fresh breath, it's almost a sin to eat something...

book of revelations

some revelations have occured to me today :


1) it's still money that makes the world go round~ after all, we're still living in a material world (go ask Madonna);

2) the philippine diaspora is continuously growing ~ year after year after year... (you get the point);

3) politics is still the name of the game ~ and it will never change;

4) politicians will forever be greedy with power & money;

5) I have lost all enthusiasm about life in general (dunno how it happened);

6) I have mellowed in some ways (uh...);

7) I can describe my social life in one word : zilch;

8) I missed spending time with my closest friends;

9) I missed going out on a shopping spree;

10) I am full of ideas, but they are just that ~ ideas;

11) I still don't care what other people think;

12) I have become a lot more jaded, moreso about other people's perception of happiness (what I'd like to call 'kababawan');

13) people can be sooo naive about a lot of things;

14) people just don't know where to draw the line;

15) the world hasn't stopped turning just because you're not having the time of your life...

the supermarket

funny how you meet people in strange places... a few weeks ago I was checking some items in the grocery store when I suddenly spotted a guy a few aisles away. I recognised his profile even from afar and so I quickly grabbed my pushcart and turned away before he could see me. That guy happened to be someone I dumped before when he tried to court me, and so it would be awkward for me to see him again, and at such a public place.

Then about two days ago I went to the same supermarket to do my usual grocery shopping when someone actually said a timid hello right next to me. Before I knew it I was staring at the face of my ex-boss' wife. Well it was a pleasant surprise but I didn't want my ex-boss (any ex-boss, for that matter) to catch me doing any domestic stuff. First of all, I didn't know she does her grocery there also in makati though they live in alabang. On the brighter side of things, I was in decent clothes when I ran into her and I didn't look 'losyang' so I guess it was okay. We had a small chit-chat & thank god her husband's not with her so I didn't have to deal with his not-so-subtle questions about my present job or why I didn't show up on his last birthday party. Nevertheless, I ended the conversation swiftly. I had to report to work right after, that's why. Besides, there were a lot of people in the supermarket that time. It wasn't an ideal place to converse properly anyway. Well, things could've been worse...

men are such simple creatures...

I was having my lunchbreak earlier in the office pantry next to two guys enjoying their pizza. I couldn't help overhearing snippets of their conversation since they were seating close to me. Apparently, they were raving about movies that they love. I was expecting them to mention maybe a stanley kubrick film or the latest movie of woody allen, but no. They were talking about 'The Longest Yard' & 'The Dukes of Hazzard' fer crying out loud! And these are men in their mid-twenties! They were even quoting lines from those movies! Unbelievable! Somewhere along the conversation, they started narrating all those old movies they love : 'The Mighty Ducks', 'Cannonball Run', etc ... Astig pre!

slumber bummer

i slept badly today. My neighbor's toddler was sort of running & jumping around outside my window screaming at the top of his lungs trying to get my attention just so he can tell me that I should be awake in the daytime and not asleep. Kids. What do they know about call center jobs? Then there's that episode with my boyfriend who was checking up on me while he's boarding the plane for another one of his numerous business trips. Such a workaholic. He travels so frequently that philippine airlines already awarded him as an elite member of their frequent flyer miles program. But I'm digressing... anyway, I'm at work now and miraculously, I don't feel drowsy at all. 'Must be an overload of that frappucino I had earlier this evening. But the night is still young, so who knows? I'm usually cranky when I don't get enough sleep ~ or my sleep is rudely interrupted. So even a soft beep on my mobile rouses me from my oblivion, and so I unceremoniously lashed out at my boyfriend this morning for the sudden interruption. My words must've stung since he never texted me nor called me the whole day. Poor guy! I didn't mean to be such a bitch. I'll make it up to him when he gets back...

new year state of mind

i spent my new year in baguio just so i can avoid the noise of firecrackers on new year's eve in the city. And I wanted to feel the coldness of baguio during the busy month of december since I've never been to this city of pines on a holiday season before. I stayed there for barely 2 days and most of the time I just slept in my hotel room. It was a mixture of fatigue and a lingering case of vertigo that made me stay in bed most of the time. Besides, it was too cold to do anything else. Me and my companion just strolled along session road then had dinner. Afterwhich we had a steaming cup of hot choco from the nearby cafe located inside the mall. It was just unfortunate that I had to return back to the city soon afterwards. Well at least, when I got back, the noise barrage was over, whew! My mother came over for christmas and I was just glad to see her again after such a long time. I don't get to come home as often as I want to...

been having insomniac days lately, feel like a walking zombie these days. Work is getting stressful this month due to the volume... have not been able to think straight, nothing else to say. . . signing out

*yawn

wake me up when this whole thing blows over. . .

The Sound of One Heart Breaking

by: Karen Kunawicz

What is the sound of a heart breaking?

It is the sound of someone curled up in a

tiny ball crying softly in the night,

the sound of the first unwanted teardrop

touching your skin, it's the sound of

a telephone that doesn't ring,

the sound of regret

pounding inside your brain

with every heartbeat,

it's the whispers

of the toy animals he gave you.

It's the shuffling of feet

walking away from you,

the sound of your soul shattering

into a million pieces

at recognizing the word "goodbye,"

it’s the soundtrack of memories

torturing you, it's the sound of

feeble hands trying to push back

the obstinate hands of time,

it's the sound of a cherub's

dying breath, the sound of

all those years disappearing

in the vortex of Cupid's kitchen sink,

it's the unrelenting plaintive

baby meows of an abandoned kitten

outside an ignoring door.

It's the sound of the rain

that doesn't ever stop,

the sound of all the doors

shutting and closing in your face

at the same time, of raging,

howling storms in the night

when there's no one there to hold you,

the sound of your voice

as it screams back at you,

the echo of "I love yous"

burning holes in you,

the sound your heart makes

as it tells you to lie still

because nothing you will ever do

will matter without love.

The sound of the waves

of the polluted beach you went to

as it moves from the shore

and crashes inside your mind,

of the sniffles that make up your pathetic

"SOS-to-the-world," the cracking of the

brittle black-red petals

from the sidewalk vendor

roses he gave, the sound of the music

he used to make going to your gut.

The sound of things in your room

being thrown around

and landing on the floor,

the caress of kitchen knives on skin,

the sound your throat makes

as you swallow your saltiest tear.

It's the sound of your own voice

calling out to someone who isn't there,

of dying birds getting splattered

on a city pavement, of terms of endearment

used a hundred times a day

struggling to crawl into a

vacuum of forgetfulness,

it's the sound of your own sobs

keeping you company,

it's the cold, uncaring stillness of the air

you share your space with.

Destruction isn't always as noisy

as bombs exploding.

Sometimes the ultimate catastrophes

are as quiet as a feather

falling on the floor of a Zen monastery.

No one else can really hear

your heart breaking except you.

wide awake

I am suffering from insomnia for two consecutive days now. I would go to bed at my usual hour, 11pm and then just lie there, waiting for the sandman to do his trick. Then nothing. My mind refused to shut down. I would toss and turn listlessly. Jumbled thoughts would still swirl around in my head. In one corner of my alert mind, music would suddenly invade my consciousness. Sometimes an idea would come to mind, only to be shifted to another train of thought, and so it would go on for hours. By 3am, I'm already singing in my head, triggered by my last song syndrome. I mean, I could try drinking a glass of hot milk to help me relax and get to sleep but nights are (un)usually hot this time of year. By 5am, i would decide to get up and have an early breakfast (hot pandesal + hot choco). I would find myself drowsy and yawning around 7:30am, then that's the only time I could finally fall asleep. Then again, I won't still have a fitful sleep because the whole neighborhood is waking up already. The noise of the day would filter through my mind again, added to that is the never-ending sound of airplanes taking off in the distance, and that usually happens every hour of the day. It only gets quiet by 9pm. By then, the nearby airport would be closed already. The alarm would go off at 11:30am so I have to get up and prepare for lunch, afterwhich I would take off for work. This morning, around 10am, I woke up with a start and almost panicked. The reason? I could hear the strains of an old song wafting through the neighbor's window. I actually asked myself if it was the 1940s since I was hearing an old song, if I was suddenly transported back to that bygone era. Then it hit me, the neighbor was watching an old disney cartoon. That was a relief! For a moment there I thought I was living in Nazi Germany. I didn't have anything for lunch earlier. I feel like I'm still in a trance, currently caught between the dreamworld and my waking life. Naturally, I have to force myself to stay awake the whole time in the office. Maybe I had a bad case of too much caffeine (or toxic?) in my system ~ i really don't know. . .

batteries not included

i have absolutely nothing significant or relevant to write since my life had been uneventful as of late. I mean, I kept waiting for something major to happen to me or even to witness a particularly interesting event/incident which would merit an entry in this blog. One would think my mind has finally gone bonkers. Maybe that is the case. That or I have nothing else to say really-- unless you want me talk nonsense like noticing for the first time while typing this entry that I haven't gotten to clipping my nails lately. Or my plan to visit the salon and have my hair done and perhaps get a facial or something, or my procrastination to set an appointment with the dentist (which reminds me, I need to get it done already). The only preoccupation I have that I could think of is when am I gonna get the next pay. Other than that, nothing as in nada. Kaput. I guess I can say that my life is kinda smooth-sailing right now ~ no turbulence to disrupt me, no earth-shattering discoveries that would wake me up from my drunken stupor-- I mean, present state of mind, no brilliant ideas, no experiments and certainly no 'prophetic' blabberings. You might wonder, perhaps this girl's mind is full of cobwebs (full of shit?) ~ or it's just rusty. Nevertheless, no one would be able to pick my brains and do mind games with me. I hate mind games anyway. Life is full of riddles already, I'd be happy to steer clear of them. Wouldn't you agree? (tie down!)

and the world makes sense again...

. . . thanks to jessica zafra's blog (see link below, left corner among other links), blogging will never be the same again. I have been an admirer of this guru of irony for as long as I could remember. Finally, I could have my usual dose of insanity!