current music: Strange and Beautiful (I'll Put a Spell on You) - Aqualung
As of Last Night
My head has been killing me. I originally thought it was because I've gone a week or so without my glasses, which I misplaced for a while. I've found them again, but then it wasn't the answer. Maybe it was my 'reverse insomnia', where I'd get sleep, only to wake at 2 AM, and unable to return to sleep all day.
I'm not sure whether or not the headache was because of the glasses, or the PC, or the heat, or my high blood, or my brother singing songs by "The Used" a capella, or a combination of sorts. All I knew was my head hurt really, really bad.
(It didn't quite help that I had go to an FGD on that head. Wala lang; powered-down mga sinasabi ko, but I could at least stay focused.)
Last night, I texted people about the headache (which was at about 8PM at its highest point), they all resoundingly advised me to get some sleep. Mela even went so far as to help me get to sleep, with her own cure for insomnia! It went something like this:
- open all the windows
- change the sheets
- turn on the electric fan
- play slow music (a la Norah Jones)
- take a warm drink (milk, tea, hot chocolate, et al)
- a light snack
- a nice long relaxing shower/bath
- put a nice scent on my new bedsheets
I told her it wasn't just the longest text message anyone ever sent, but it was also one of the craziest things I ever heard. :p
Next thing I knew I was spraying the room and my new bedsheest with Glad Air and Fabric freshner. :p
I even brandished incense sticks and my room started to smell like a DWTL batch! Like staffer's quarters, maybe. And some jazz from the radio playing. Hehe. I also got the rainstick to help make soothing, relaxing noise. And rain. (I think it did rain! I forget.) And played Aqualing's "Strange and Beautiful" (which is my current music right now) on my PC as the last thing I played before shutting down.
Of course, I've a feeling that after my reply, she'd have thought I was mocking her suggestion. :p We ended up making a deal that if it worked, I'd buy her the frozen Milo drinks at the caf. Hehe.
Did it work? Well...
I will say that I was able to sleep at 9 PM, but by 2 AM, I was up again, as usual! :S BUT! I will say I was able to doze off right away. :) So parang 9 PM to 2 AM, and then 2 AM to 7 AM sleep... 9-10 hrs, kuno.
And my head still kinda hurts. But I ain't sleepy.
I've half a mind to tell her that it didn't work, that I still ended up wide awake at 2 in the morning, and that my head still hurts. Hehe. Or, I oughta pay up. After all, sleep is sleep, and I did wake up this morning feeling refreshed and grateful.
Oh well. That's that.
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I still wonder if there's really some kind of spell on me that's making me do these crazy things at the drop of a pin. :p
Know what else? The loudest thought in my head was that I wished that it was her perfume that I could spray on these bedsheets. [eh syempre, I love that scent!] :)
(but no, I shouldn't tell her that. she'd kick me, slap me, or worse. :p)
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Y'see, after lunch yesterday Mela and I had a talk about music. I shared how, for the most part, I tend to have a humougous palate of music I like to listen to. And I'm talking huge. And yet, there's always a set of 20 or so songs that I cannot live without.
I never tried writing them down, let alone mentally sum them into a list. So here there be my attempt to compile. I already knew 10 of them, but recently I've been listening to new stuff, and re-discovering old stuff. :) I told her they were about 20. I did not expect it'd be closer to 3-4 dozen songs.
What can I say? I listen. :)
THE SONGS I MOST DEFINITELY NEED:
1.) Waiting in Vain - Bob Marley / Annie Lennox / MYMP
2.) Keep 'Ya Head Up - Tupac Shakur
3.) True - Spandau Ballet
4.) Worlds Apart - Jars of Clay / A-Days Music Crew
5.) Heaven Help - Lenny Kravitz
6.) Telepono - Sugarfree
7.) Where the Streets Have No Name - U2
8.) Hold On - Phil Collins
9.) 1/2 Wishing - Mojofly
10.) Everything - Lifehouse
11.) Goodnight and Go - Imogen Heap
12.) 911 - Wyclef Jean
13.) Cupid - 112
14.) Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley
15.) Patawad - Chubibo
16.) Burnout - Sugarfree
17.) The Way You Look Tonight - Frank Sinatra
18.) The Light - Common
19.) Rockstar - N.E.R.D.
20.) Sa Uulitin - Mojofly
21.) Another Day - Mojofly
22.) Stars - Hungry Young Poets
23.) Renegades of Funk - Rage Against the Machine
24.) Summer Romance (Anti-Gravity) - Incubus
25.) Like A Stone - Audioslave
26.) In My Place - Coldplay
27.) Black Balloon - Goo Goo Dolls
28.) Untitled (How Does It Feel) - D'Angelo
29.) Bakit Ngayon Ka Lang - Freestyle & Pops Fernandez / Ogie Alcasid 30.) Pilgrims - South Border
31.) Under My Skin - Frank Sinatra & Bono
32.) I've Got A Woman - Ray Charles
33.) Cannonball - Damien Rice
34.) The Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice
35.) Everyday - Agot Isidro
36.) Just Friends (Sunny) - Musiq
37.) Here to Stay - Josh Groban
38.) Over and Over - Nelly & Tim McGraw
39.) One Mic - Nas
40.) Jeepney - Sponge Cola
41.) Harana - Parokya ni Edgar
42.) Halaga - Parokya ni Edgar
43.) Listen - Stonefree
44.) So Into You - Fabolous & Tamia
45.) Love You Down - INOJ
46.) Teardrops - Lovestation
47.) Rewind - Craig David & The Artful Dodger
48.) Deep Inside of You - Third Eye Blind
49.) How I Could Just Kill A Man - Rage Against the Machine
50.) Strange and Beautiful (I'll Put a Spell On You) - Aqualung
51.) Dear Mama - Tupac Shakur
52.)
Alam ko meron pa na hindi ko pa sinusulat. Pasensya na lang. :)
I never tried writing them down, let alone mentally sum them into a list. So here there be my attempt to compile. I already knew 10 of them, but recently I've been listening to new stuff, and re-discovering old stuff. :) I told her they were about 20. I did not expect it'd be closer to 3-4 dozen songs.
What can I say? I listen. :)
THE SONGS I MOST DEFINITELY NEED:
1.) Waiting in Vain - Bob Marley / Annie Lennox / MYMP
2.) Keep 'Ya Head Up - Tupac Shakur
3.) True - Spandau Ballet
4.) Worlds Apart - Jars of Clay / A-Days Music Crew
5.) Heaven Help - Lenny Kravitz
6.) Telepono - Sugarfree
7.) Where the Streets Have No Name - U2
8.) Hold On - Phil Collins
9.) 1/2 Wishing - Mojofly
10.) Everything - Lifehouse
11.) Goodnight and Go - Imogen Heap
12.) 911 - Wyclef Jean
13.) Cupid - 112
14.) Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley
15.) Patawad - Chubibo
16.) Burnout - Sugarfree
17.) The Way You Look Tonight - Frank Sinatra
18.) The Light - Common
19.) Rockstar - N.E.R.D.
20.) Sa Uulitin - Mojofly
21.) Another Day - Mojofly
22.) Stars - Hungry Young Poets
23.) Renegades of Funk - Rage Against the Machine
24.) Summer Romance (Anti-Gravity) - Incubus
25.) Like A Stone - Audioslave
26.) In My Place - Coldplay
27.) Black Balloon - Goo Goo Dolls
28.) Untitled (How Does It Feel) - D'Angelo
29.) Bakit Ngayon Ka Lang - Freestyle & Pops Fernandez / Ogie Alcasid 30.) Pilgrims - South Border
31.) Under My Skin - Frank Sinatra & Bono
32.) I've Got A Woman - Ray Charles
33.) Cannonball - Damien Rice
34.) The Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice
35.) Everyday - Agot Isidro
36.) Just Friends (Sunny) - Musiq
37.) Here to Stay - Josh Groban
38.) Over and Over - Nelly & Tim McGraw
39.) One Mic - Nas
40.) Jeepney - Sponge Cola
41.) Harana - Parokya ni Edgar
42.) Halaga - Parokya ni Edgar
43.) Listen - Stonefree
44.) So Into You - Fabolous & Tamia
45.) Love You Down - INOJ
46.) Teardrops - Lovestation
47.) Rewind - Craig David & The Artful Dodger
48.) Deep Inside of You - Third Eye Blind
49.) How I Could Just Kill A Man - Rage Against the Machine
50.) Strange and Beautiful (I'll Put a Spell On You) - Aqualung
51.) Dear Mama - Tupac Shakur
52.)
Alam ko meron pa na hindi ko pa sinusulat. Pasensya na lang. :)
Saturday, August 13, 2005
current music: Real People - Common
I wonder at times if people still read this. And I believe that ever since I lost a big chunk of my layout/template and sidebar, I am not able to read many, many of my friends' blogs.
If you believe you're one of them, kindly drop a message/comment for this entry, and tell me where I can read your stories.
Wala lang.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
current music: A Certain Shade of Green - Incubus
These are weird days. I find myself sleeping earlier and earlier, and likewise find myself waking up earlier and earlier. Today, I found myself eyes wide by 4 AM. The day before, I was up by 3. In both instances, I was shivering from the cold, as there's been a series of rainy evenings here in Manila for weeks. I wonder if it's because of the sudden drop in temperature that prompts me to sleep, as cold-blooded lizards do when temperature falls.
I also find that writing is becoming, well, not easier, but less "painful" as it were. I cannot tell what has prompted this spell of ease. I just see that editing, revising, and coming up with ideas flows more fluently. I still have trouble starting works though. It's not perfect; I just know coming up with stuff's not as hard as it used to be.
For example, I had a daydream of sorts remembering my friend, Ramon. About two summers ago, he was stressed out about how his girlfriend was angry at him for forgetting the 1-month anniversary (or, how we call it in local tongue, "monthsary") of their falling in love. A sweet sentiment, to be sure, but he found only the taste of laundry detergent in his mouth as he talked that day. I understand how both sides are right; Ramon is right that there needn't be a single day that is "more special" if everyday can be sweet, and she's right in the subtle need of maintaining and re-kindling the romance in a relationship.
Are we, as people, relational beings that we are, so fear cold that we constantly strive for ways to keep fires from going out?
In my head, I transplanted the actual event of the discussion into a different place: a nice house where the persona of the event would be cooking dinner for everybody. Sort of like a "cheer up, you'll be okay" event that a gang of friends would do for each other.
I penned this down, and plotted it into an "idea file". This idea, I do not know what to do with it. I wonder if I should write it as a poem, or keep make it into fiction or drama. I do not know how to write fiction or drama, but there's a first time for everything.
I am aware anybody can pick this idea out of this blog. Nevertheless, I have nothing to fear. This is just one of many I've drafted into the "idea file".I think it'll be a while before I'll have to dig into this file to write things for my creative thesis.
I don't worry. There's a lot more coming up too. I am grateful that this creative streak is so prosperous for me
These are weird days. I find myself sleeping earlier and earlier, and likewise find myself waking up earlier and earlier. Today, I found myself eyes wide by 4 AM. The day before, I was up by 3. In both instances, I was shivering from the cold, as there's been a series of rainy evenings here in Manila for weeks. I wonder if it's because of the sudden drop in temperature that prompts me to sleep, as cold-blooded lizards do when temperature falls.
I also find that writing is becoming, well, not easier, but less "painful" as it were. I cannot tell what has prompted this spell of ease. I just see that editing, revising, and coming up with ideas flows more fluently. I still have trouble starting works though. It's not perfect; I just know coming up with stuff's not as hard as it used to be.
For example, I had a daydream of sorts remembering my friend, Ramon. About two summers ago, he was stressed out about how his girlfriend was angry at him for forgetting the 1-month anniversary (or, how we call it in local tongue, "monthsary") of their falling in love. A sweet sentiment, to be sure, but he found only the taste of laundry detergent in his mouth as he talked that day. I understand how both sides are right; Ramon is right that there needn't be a single day that is "more special" if everyday can be sweet, and she's right in the subtle need of maintaining and re-kindling the romance in a relationship.
Are we, as people, relational beings that we are, so fear cold that we constantly strive for ways to keep fires from going out?
In my head, I transplanted the actual event of the discussion into a different place: a nice house where the persona of the event would be cooking dinner for everybody. Sort of like a "cheer up, you'll be okay" event that a gang of friends would do for each other.
I penned this down, and plotted it into an "idea file". This idea, I do not know what to do with it. I wonder if I should write it as a poem, or keep make it into fiction or drama. I do not know how to write fiction or drama, but there's a first time for everything.
I am aware anybody can pick this idea out of this blog. Nevertheless, I have nothing to fear. This is just one of many I've drafted into the "idea file".I think it'll be a while before I'll have to dig into this file to write things for my creative thesis.
I don't worry. There's a lot more coming up too. I am grateful that this creative streak is so prosperous for me
Thursday, August 04, 2005
current music: Favorite Things - Incubus
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current music: Glass - Incubus
A Form Of Women
Robert Creeley
I have come far enough
from where I was not before
to have seen the things
looking in at me from through the open door
and have walked tonight
by myself
to see the moonlight
and see it as trees
and shapes more fearful
because I feared
what I did not know
but have wanted to know.
My facd is my own, I thought.
But you have seen it
turn into a thousand years.
I watched you cry.
I could not touch you.
I wanted very much to
touch you
but could not.
If it is dark
when this is given to you,
have care for its content
when the moon shines.
My face is my own.
My hands are my own.
My mouth is my own
but I am not.
Moon, moon,
whn you leave me alone
all the darkness is
an utter blackness,
a pit of fear,
a stench,
hands unreasonable
never to touch.
But I love you.
Do you love me.
What to say
when you see me.
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I find this poem unusually poignant, almost relevant even, to my life today. But I can't remember why.
A Form Of Women
Robert Creeley
I have come far enough
from where I was not before
to have seen the things
looking in at me from through the open door
and have walked tonight
by myself
to see the moonlight
and see it as trees
and shapes more fearful
because I feared
what I did not know
but have wanted to know.
My facd is my own, I thought.
But you have seen it
turn into a thousand years.
I watched you cry.
I could not touch you.
I wanted very much to
touch you
but could not.
If it is dark
when this is given to you,
have care for its content
when the moon shines.
My face is my own.
My hands are my own.
My mouth is my own
but I am not.
Moon, moon,
whn you leave me alone
all the darkness is
an utter blackness,
a pit of fear,
a stench,
hands unreasonable
never to touch.
But I love you.
Do you love me.
What to say
when you see me.
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I find this poem unusually poignant, almost relevant even, to my life today. But I can't remember why.
Saturday, July 30, 2005
current music: Are You Gonna Go My Way? - Lenny Kravitz
I know some of you will stone me for "stealing", but I downloaded (at long last! It's done!) Jeff Buckley's 1st album, "Grace".
I'll just say that the term "Last Night an Album Saved My Life" applies right here. :)
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On an aside, it *almost* angers me that something corrupted my PC's version of Nero StartSmart! It is now difficult to burn CD's. :s
I have not tried finding out if I can burn via RealPlayer. Will see. Hopefully, it can help me get this growing mass of Mp3 albums (Common's "Be", Jeff Buckley's "Grace", Alanis Morisette's "Jagged Little Pill", Chris Rock's "Never Scared", Coldplay's "A Rush of Blood to the Head", The White Stripes' "Get Behind Me Satan" among others) out of the hard drive and into useable formats.
Or I'll end up having to buy a fricking expensive iPod/mp3 player alternative to get them playing. Which would be ideal, really; jogging isn't as much fun w/o music.
I know some of you will stone me for "stealing", but I downloaded (at long last! It's done!) Jeff Buckley's 1st album, "Grace".
I'll just say that the term "Last Night an Album Saved My Life" applies right here. :)
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On an aside, it *almost* angers me that something corrupted my PC's version of Nero StartSmart! It is now difficult to burn CD's. :s
I have not tried finding out if I can burn via RealPlayer. Will see. Hopefully, it can help me get this growing mass of Mp3 albums (Common's "Be", Jeff Buckley's "Grace", Alanis Morisette's "Jagged Little Pill", Chris Rock's "Never Scared", Coldplay's "A Rush of Blood to the Head", The White Stripes' "Get Behind Me Satan" among others) out of the hard drive and into useable formats.
Or I'll end up having to buy a fricking expensive iPod/mp3 player alternative to get them playing. Which would be ideal, really; jogging isn't as much fun w/o music.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
current music: the news, on Studio 23
I have lost count on how many weeks I have gone jogging with Jihan, my blockmate. I think it has gone on for the entirety of the past month. She did ask me if I wanted to go jogging with her, and we set up this twice-a-week evening thing, all in the name of getting fit.
I'm still at a loss where she found out I was jogging in Ateneo on Sunday evenings. I do that at pain of loss of priviledges and a deteriorating hypertension that is bothering my body.
I knew I needed some form of motivation. I find that if I do engage in self-improvement, I like knowing I'm not self-improving for MY sake alone, and that I can help somebody else. Jihan mentioned a nagging diabetes history in her family, so I agreed, lest she start taking insulin shots.
It's been quite an interesting arrangement. I pick her up at her boarding house in Teacher's Village, go to Ateneo, and run an average of three (3) kilometers a round. Then I drop her home. We meet up two days hence. If it rains, we re-schedule, and keep at it.
It's fun. I can mentally re-live my "inner wannabe Patrick Vieira" as I rush past the football field.
We run. We walk. We jog. We talk. We discuss school events. We discuss weird anecdotes that we've heard passed around. We've discussed secrets, and my strange talent of getting to learn people's secrets. We talked about family, the block, possible plans for the future, and the occasional health tip or two for the newbie runner (which we both are).
Running is a boring exercise. Hence, having her around helps alleviate the boredom! After all, an iPod or a CD player can only go so far, depending on the music selection.
I also have found the arrangement to be a factor that has been drawing me closer to Jihan. I remember a time when she'd regard me with darting, suspicious glances from our Non-Fiction class (particularly at how I would be one of the class' harshest critics). Nowadays, she can ask me anything, however bluntly, and I can answer fully and honestly.
Heck, if there were some kind of impersonation going around a la Harry Potter's Polyjuice Potion, I'm in hot soup.
People say I'm losing weight. I just thank them. I'm not a good judge of personal development. I just do what I can.
Of course, if I start getting new breaks because of a spiffy new physique, I'll start owing Jihan a LOT. And I wonder if I can really repay.
I have lost count on how many weeks I have gone jogging with Jihan, my blockmate. I think it has gone on for the entirety of the past month. She did ask me if I wanted to go jogging with her, and we set up this twice-a-week evening thing, all in the name of getting fit.
I'm still at a loss where she found out I was jogging in Ateneo on Sunday evenings. I do that at pain of loss of priviledges and a deteriorating hypertension that is bothering my body.
I knew I needed some form of motivation. I find that if I do engage in self-improvement, I like knowing I'm not self-improving for MY sake alone, and that I can help somebody else. Jihan mentioned a nagging diabetes history in her family, so I agreed, lest she start taking insulin shots.
It's been quite an interesting arrangement. I pick her up at her boarding house in Teacher's Village, go to Ateneo, and run an average of three (3) kilometers a round. Then I drop her home. We meet up two days hence. If it rains, we re-schedule, and keep at it.
It's fun. I can mentally re-live my "inner wannabe Patrick Vieira" as I rush past the football field.
We run. We walk. We jog. We talk. We discuss school events. We discuss weird anecdotes that we've heard passed around. We've discussed secrets, and my strange talent of getting to learn people's secrets. We talked about family, the block, possible plans for the future, and the occasional health tip or two for the newbie runner (which we both are).
Running is a boring exercise. Hence, having her around helps alleviate the boredom! After all, an iPod or a CD player can only go so far, depending on the music selection.
I also have found the arrangement to be a factor that has been drawing me closer to Jihan. I remember a time when she'd regard me with darting, suspicious glances from our Non-Fiction class (particularly at how I would be one of the class' harshest critics). Nowadays, she can ask me anything, however bluntly, and I can answer fully and honestly.
Heck, if there were some kind of impersonation going around a la Harry Potter's Polyjuice Potion, I'm in hot soup.
People say I'm losing weight. I just thank them. I'm not a good judge of personal development. I just do what I can.
Of course, if I start getting new breaks because of a spiffy new physique, I'll start owing Jihan a LOT. And I wonder if I can really repay.
Monday, July 18, 2005
I have a cold. I can hardly speak. Breathing in itself feels almost unnecessary.
I missed my theo seatmates today. :s wala akong ma-kwentuhan.
Na-cancel ang gimik naming manood ng Pinoy Blonde, because 4 out of 5 of us (including me, but to a lesser degree) have a cold / feel sick.
As a consequence, the frondant cake had to be given away to the Pubroom people. But it also means its intended audience wasn't present.
The blockmates will go watch tomorrow, when I can't be there because of class. :(
School is full of faces I remember, but do not remember me. :(
My inbox is loaded with 22 new e-mails that have nothing to do with me. :(
Sir Larry returned "Desire" all pock-marked with revisions I don't 100% agree with. Because it wouldn't suit the message all that well.
I miss my crush. Terribly so. :(
Heading home, I had to walk all the way to the car alone. In the rain. (which isn't so bad, but today it wasn't right...not today)
The internet isn't working right because of the BitTorrent my sister runs. If I pause it, it would only mean she'd have to run it over a span of more days. Which is a lose-lose situation to me.
My Dad tried to shirk out of his committment of fetching my brother. He even tried to guilt-trip me into doing it for him, even when he said he'd do it himself.
I'm not alone, but it feels unusually so.
I missed my theo seatmates today. :s wala akong ma-kwentuhan.
Na-cancel ang gimik naming manood ng Pinoy Blonde, because 4 out of 5 of us (including me, but to a lesser degree) have a cold / feel sick.
As a consequence, the frondant cake had to be given away to the Pubroom people. But it also means its intended audience wasn't present.
The blockmates will go watch tomorrow, when I can't be there because of class. :(
School is full of faces I remember, but do not remember me. :(
My inbox is loaded with 22 new e-mails that have nothing to do with me. :(
Sir Larry returned "Desire" all pock-marked with revisions I don't 100% agree with. Because it wouldn't suit the message all that well.
I miss my crush. Terribly so. :(
Heading home, I had to walk all the way to the car alone. In the rain. (which isn't so bad, but today it wasn't right...not today)
The internet isn't working right because of the BitTorrent my sister runs. If I pause it, it would only mean she'd have to run it over a span of more days. Which is a lose-lose situation to me.
My Dad tried to shirk out of his committment of fetching my brother. He even tried to guilt-trip me into doing it for him, even when he said he'd do it himself.
I'm not alone, but it feels unusually so.
Friday, July 15, 2005
Sagot nga tayong mga Meme habang may katuturan pa ang lahat.
1. Name a movie you saw recently and want to recommend to others:
- Batman Begins. Darn. Christian Bale gives me goosebumps.
2. Name a movie you expected to dislike, but were surprised to find you actually liked:
- Got 2 Believe (starring Rico Yan and Claudine Barretto). No kidding. I liked it! All the more when I consider its 'modest' ambitions.:p
3. Name a movie you expected to like, but were surprised to find you actually did NOT like:
- I don't like admitting it, but it'll have to be The Matrix Revolutions. sad, sad, sad.
4. Name an underappreciated and/or little-known movie that you'd like your friends list to watch:
- There's this teen movie called "100 Girls"... about the dork kid who fell in love with an unknown girl one dark evening, and then spends his entire college life looking for her. It showed up on JackTV or something once. Aliw siya, to be fair, and the script is smart.
5. Name a movie you consider highly overrated:
- Titanic. Tangina. So the lovers fell in love in a sinking ship. So what?
6. Name a movie that you know is crap but you enjoy anyway:
- The Game of Death, starring Bruce Lee. Yes, the unfinished movie. If only for Bruce Lee vs. Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, happy na ako! :D
7. Name a movie that you dislike even though you recognize that it's well made/high quality:
- In the same spirit, I go with Titanic. A lot of good work. Although I honestly don't like it!
8. Name a movie you used to like, but no longer do, for some reason:
- Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Probably because you can only go so far with that kind of story. :D
9. Name a miscast character, and also which actor you think should have played that role instead:
- I maintain that it'll always be Ben Affleck in Daredevil. Or anything Ben Affleck did during those years. shet.
10. Name a movie that still scares you, no matter how many times you see it
- Memento. No wonder I still love it.
11. Name a movie that still makes you cry, no matter how many times you see it
- erm... it'll probably be Good Will Hunting. Yeah. After 8 or so times, hindi pa siya nawalalan ng powers.
12. Name the movie that makes you laugh hardest and oftenest:
- National Lampoon's Van Wilder. Haha!!!
1. Name a movie you saw recently and want to recommend to others:
- Batman Begins. Darn. Christian Bale gives me goosebumps.
2. Name a movie you expected to dislike, but were surprised to find you actually liked:
- Got 2 Believe (starring Rico Yan and Claudine Barretto). No kidding. I liked it! All the more when I consider its 'modest' ambitions.:p
3. Name a movie you expected to like, but were surprised to find you actually did NOT like:
- I don't like admitting it, but it'll have to be The Matrix Revolutions. sad, sad, sad.
4. Name an underappreciated and/or little-known movie that you'd like your friends list to watch:
- There's this teen movie called "100 Girls"... about the dork kid who fell in love with an unknown girl one dark evening, and then spends his entire college life looking for her. It showed up on JackTV or something once. Aliw siya, to be fair, and the script is smart.
5. Name a movie you consider highly overrated:
- Titanic. Tangina. So the lovers fell in love in a sinking ship. So what?
6. Name a movie that you know is crap but you enjoy anyway:
- The Game of Death, starring Bruce Lee. Yes, the unfinished movie. If only for Bruce Lee vs. Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, happy na ako! :D
7. Name a movie that you dislike even though you recognize that it's well made/high quality:
- In the same spirit, I go with Titanic. A lot of good work. Although I honestly don't like it!
8. Name a movie you used to like, but no longer do, for some reason:
- Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Probably because you can only go so far with that kind of story. :D
9. Name a miscast character, and also which actor you think should have played that role instead:
- I maintain that it'll always be Ben Affleck in Daredevil. Or anything Ben Affleck did during those years. shet.
10. Name a movie that still scares you, no matter how many times you see it
- Memento. No wonder I still love it.
11. Name a movie that still makes you cry, no matter how many times you see it
- erm... it'll probably be Good Will Hunting. Yeah. After 8 or so times, hindi pa siya nawalalan ng powers.
12. Name the movie that makes you laugh hardest and oftenest:
- National Lampoon's Van Wilder. Haha!!!
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
 You are dependable, popular, and observant. Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness. In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do. You are unique, creative, and expressive. You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while. And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming! |
current music: LSS na ang "Speed of Sound" - Coldplay
| Slow and Steady |
 They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment. They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it. |
Thursday, July 07, 2005
current music: American Baby - Dave Matthews Band
There are seven cardinal sins. Some prefer gluttony, some avarice, and others wrath.
The one I struggle most these days is lust. I hate it. And I hate the person I fear I can become.
I worry. I wonder. I contemplate. Lust is something that cuts us off from others as it disguises itself as intimacy, or more accurately, the call for it.
I've often thought that maybe, just maybe, I was destined to be single. I always envisioned for myself a future of glory. In my daydreams, I would see myself and I felt like I stared into the heart of all opportunity. It's like I could own anything, achieve anything. In those daydreams, it was as though an oracle was telling me the future. And it said I couldn't fail.
(Incidentally, someone read my future and did tell me that. But I get ahead of myself.)
I could conjure some real whacked out imaginations. Others were darned cool. Some featured me driving a Ferrari. Others had me flying from city to city speaking before hundreds.
But in all scenes, one thing thing was common: I would do these things on my own. And I shan't share them with anyone.
Is it worth it? If you would never fail, but you'd be all alone?
There are seven cardinal sins. Some prefer gluttony, some avarice, and others wrath.
The one I struggle most these days is lust. I hate it. And I hate the person I fear I can become.
I worry. I wonder. I contemplate. Lust is something that cuts us off from others as it disguises itself as intimacy, or more accurately, the call for it.
I've often thought that maybe, just maybe, I was destined to be single. I always envisioned for myself a future of glory. In my daydreams, I would see myself and I felt like I stared into the heart of all opportunity. It's like I could own anything, achieve anything. In those daydreams, it was as though an oracle was telling me the future. And it said I couldn't fail.
(Incidentally, someone read my future and did tell me that. But I get ahead of myself.)
I could conjure some real whacked out imaginations. Others were darned cool. Some featured me driving a Ferrari. Others had me flying from city to city speaking before hundreds.
But in all scenes, one thing thing was common: I would do these things on my own. And I shan't share them with anyone.
Is it worth it? If you would never fail, but you'd be all alone?
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
current music: mmm... still Mata - Mojofly
it's raining. it's already 8:17 AM and it's almost as dark as if it were 8:17 PM. I love it. :)
Desire
The street-sweeper patrols the sidewalk
taking with his broom the many things
people let go of, left behind.
There's the dust that covered the floor
like a dark, rich, thick cloth
shed from the skin of so many.
There are cigarette butts,
wrapped balls of gum; he knows
they felt lips of those who ignore him.
He wonders of identity.
For example, the plastic cup
with pink lipstick on the edge
or the strands of hair,
the broken heel of shoes, and
the lost lens that touched someone's eyes.
Could she be pretty?
Could she be rich?
This I would love to see.
He collects what others sweep away;
it is an ever-unfinished jigsaw puzzle
of someone, somewhere.
He takes them in a broom, carries them in a pan.
Later he will leave them in that green bin
for safekeeping, for giving away, for letting go.
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dammit. ang hihirap ng mga assignment na 'to.
it's raining. it's already 8:17 AM and it's almost as dark as if it were 8:17 PM. I love it. :)
Desire
The street-sweeper patrols the sidewalk
taking with his broom the many things
people let go of, left behind.
There's the dust that covered the floor
like a dark, rich, thick cloth
shed from the skin of so many.
There are cigarette butts,
wrapped balls of gum; he knows
they felt lips of those who ignore him.
He wonders of identity.
For example, the plastic cup
with pink lipstick on the edge
or the strands of hair,
the broken heel of shoes, and
the lost lens that touched someone's eyes.
Could she be pretty?
Could she be rich?
This I would love to see.
He collects what others sweep away;
it is an ever-unfinished jigsaw puzzle
of someone, somewhere.
He takes them in a broom, carries them in a pan.
Later he will leave them in that green bin
for safekeeping, for giving away, for letting go.
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dammit. ang hihirap ng mga assignment na 'to.
Sunday, July 03, 2005
current music: Mata - Mojofly
Haay. I'm somewhat aggravated because:
1.) I was unable to go jogging this evening because my brother had to go to some spur-of-the-moment party. sheesh.
2.) I will not be able to drive myself home because of that same kid brother. and the refuses to say why. odds are, he may be selling drugs.
3.) I have absolutely no poem in mind for tomorrow (the one with the topic "Desire"). shit.
4.) I think I'm doing what I usually do when I like a girl: I sabotage myself. badly too. aw nuts.
5.) I'm broke. and my parents do not allow me to take on a part-time job, because it could affect my schooling. whatever.
I dunno. I'm not too happy.
Haay. I'm somewhat aggravated because:
1.) I was unable to go jogging this evening because my brother had to go to some spur-of-the-moment party. sheesh.
2.) I will not be able to drive myself home because of that same kid brother. and the refuses to say why. odds are, he may be selling drugs.
3.) I have absolutely no poem in mind for tomorrow (the one with the topic "Desire"). shit.
4.) I think I'm doing what I usually do when I like a girl: I sabotage myself. badly too. aw nuts.
5.) I'm broke. and my parents do not allow me to take on a part-time job, because it could affect my schooling. whatever.
I dunno. I'm not too happy.
Friday, July 01, 2005
Monday, June 20, 2005
this is arguably my favorite poem of all time.
Impressions of Lent
Alfrredo Navarro Salanga
I.
Lent is the season of hot suns and mad dogs made mad by hot sons. It is also the season of the madman, and of beggars. Old women crowd the churches with candles and the smell of mothballs. And the children must learn to be quiet or the devil will cut their tongues out. One must be good these days and one should say his prayers slowly. Kiss his foot, son. No Mother, it smells bad. And one must remember to give food to stray dogs.
II.
The boy and the dog stood leaning on the cold stone of the church pillars. Women filed past them slowly, with the downcast eyes one often associates with adulteresses discovered. One must not throw stones unless he is without sin. The dog, who was incapable of sin, bit an old lady. The boy, who had just gone to confession, threw a stone at a beggar. The beggar, who was blind, started to thrash around in anger and, with his stick, knocked off the candles from an old woman’s stall.
III.
Maria was praying. With clammy hands, she counted the beads. She gazed at the suffering Christ above her. Fake drops of blood caressed His brow. Maria sighed and found it hard to pray. Fake! Fake! Everything was a fake around her. She turned her face and noticed the young man behind her. She gazed long at him. She gazed and thought of how much he resembled her god. The young man rose and she saw his limp.
IV.
Vis Crucis devotees were wailing their way. A leader chanted some verses and the chorus responded with cracked voices. Some of them walked on their knees. And they loved to do it. They left a trail of blood from their scratched knees. They loved to do it because Christ would love them more and make their husbands stop beating them. A woman in black thumps her vanishing breasts as she learns of Christ’s First Fall. An American tourist is busy taking pictures of the group. The devotees are shocked because is wife does not wear a veil.
V.
Home. And Mario is drunk. He sings a dirty song. He staggers around the house and makes a lot of noise. He swings an empty bottle and hurls it through his neighbor’s open window. The bottle strikes the shrine in the living room. And the Virgin’s image falls. The falling virgin drops on the baby’s crib. The baby is hurt and she cries. Later, when her mother comes home, she will blame the Virgin.
VI.
The doddering priest bellows from the pulpit. The Seven Last Words are as tearful as soap operas. He orates, declaims, cajoles the crowd into tears, and, by crying himself, causes the women to cry louder. As the Hour nears, the crowd cries and sings and prays. Many are waving their hands in an annual manifestation of sorrow and repentance. The church is full of women. And, in the churchyard, henpecked husbands fondle their roosters and think of Easter Sunday and the smiles it will bring; and, yes of course, the gala cockfight.
Impressions of Lent
Alfrredo Navarro Salanga
I.
Lent is the season of hot suns and mad dogs made mad by hot sons. It is also the season of the madman, and of beggars. Old women crowd the churches with candles and the smell of mothballs. And the children must learn to be quiet or the devil will cut their tongues out. One must be good these days and one should say his prayers slowly. Kiss his foot, son. No Mother, it smells bad. And one must remember to give food to stray dogs.
II.
The boy and the dog stood leaning on the cold stone of the church pillars. Women filed past them slowly, with the downcast eyes one often associates with adulteresses discovered. One must not throw stones unless he is without sin. The dog, who was incapable of sin, bit an old lady. The boy, who had just gone to confession, threw a stone at a beggar. The beggar, who was blind, started to thrash around in anger and, with his stick, knocked off the candles from an old woman’s stall.
III.
Maria was praying. With clammy hands, she counted the beads. She gazed at the suffering Christ above her. Fake drops of blood caressed His brow. Maria sighed and found it hard to pray. Fake! Fake! Everything was a fake around her. She turned her face and noticed the young man behind her. She gazed long at him. She gazed and thought of how much he resembled her god. The young man rose and she saw his limp.
IV.
Vis Crucis devotees were wailing their way. A leader chanted some verses and the chorus responded with cracked voices. Some of them walked on their knees. And they loved to do it. They left a trail of blood from their scratched knees. They loved to do it because Christ would love them more and make their husbands stop beating them. A woman in black thumps her vanishing breasts as she learns of Christ’s First Fall. An American tourist is busy taking pictures of the group. The devotees are shocked because is wife does not wear a veil.
V.
Home. And Mario is drunk. He sings a dirty song. He staggers around the house and makes a lot of noise. He swings an empty bottle and hurls it through his neighbor’s open window. The bottle strikes the shrine in the living room. And the Virgin’s image falls. The falling virgin drops on the baby’s crib. The baby is hurt and she cries. Later, when her mother comes home, she will blame the Virgin.
VI.
The doddering priest bellows from the pulpit. The Seven Last Words are as tearful as soap operas. He orates, declaims, cajoles the crowd into tears, and, by crying himself, causes the women to cry louder. As the Hour nears, the crowd cries and sings and prays. Many are waving their hands in an annual manifestation of sorrow and repentance. The church is full of women. And, in the churchyard, henpecked husbands fondle their roosters and think of Easter Sunday and the smiles it will bring; and, yes of course, the gala cockfight.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Bakit pa kasi nag-leave si Ma'am Beni??? :(
And to think I was planning for her to be my thesis advisor!!! Nooo!
Now, I have to hope Sir Krip will say it's okay. Or maybe Sir D.M. or somebody, dahil hindi ko personally kilala si Sir Vincenz at si Ma'am Naya.
Pwet!
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Also have Guidance Testing tomorrow! 4:30 - 6 PM. As if I wasn't wasting enough time in school!
URgh.
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In other news, first day was great. Former TnT partner Missy is now my practicum teacher, Sir Lerma's class looks really engaging, Ma'am Dacudao is nice, and Sir Rosario's (Tagalog! Sigh.) Philo class looks like fun. Also am happy to report that (so far) wala pa akong naging "kaklaseng bwiset", and that most of the familiar faces are quite welcome.
A trip to the "eaternet" cafe also allowed me to keep my tradition of eating out every 1st day. And yeah, 1/2 power lunch it was. Hehe. Guilty pleasures, really.
Un nga lang, may homework na agad ako! Sir Lerma's asking me to write a paper right away! Haay. The price of having the art gallery as your classroom. hehehe.
And to think I was planning for her to be my thesis advisor!!! Nooo!
Now, I have to hope Sir Krip will say it's okay. Or maybe Sir D.M. or somebody, dahil hindi ko personally kilala si Sir Vincenz at si Ma'am Naya.
Pwet!
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Also have Guidance Testing tomorrow! 4:30 - 6 PM. As if I wasn't wasting enough time in school!
URgh.
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In other news, first day was great. Former TnT partner Missy is now my practicum teacher, Sir Lerma's class looks really engaging, Ma'am Dacudao is nice, and Sir Rosario's (Tagalog! Sigh.) Philo class looks like fun. Also am happy to report that (so far) wala pa akong naging "kaklaseng bwiset", and that most of the familiar faces are quite welcome.
A trip to the "eaternet" cafe also allowed me to keep my tradition of eating out every 1st day. And yeah, 1/2 power lunch it was. Hehe. Guilty pleasures, really.
Un nga lang, may homework na agad ako! Sir Lerma's asking me to write a paper right away! Haay. The price of having the art gallery as your classroom. hehehe.
Monday, June 06, 2005
I learned today that some people, in spite of my decreased frequency of posting here, still do seek out this blog to keep up with my life. I'm flattered, because it means I'm remembered, even if I've forgotten to log in here. I chalk it up to a crash that took place which wiped out most of my old blogspot layout.
So, if you are one of the ones I mention, I will give you my other blog, the livejournal:
www.livejournal.com/users/heaven_spawn/
add me! :D
And yes, I still use this blog. I don't use it that frequently anymore, but I still do. In fact, I think I'll be using this a whole lot more in the next few months. :)
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I'm tired but happy. :) I'm also somewhat grateful that I didn't get picekd for OrSem. The past four days have been a mad rush of highs. All highs, no lows. :) I like, and I'm happy.
Tomorrow, rest na 'to. Or, I can buy Knights of the Old Republic II for the PC. Haha. Happy, happy, happy ako. :D
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here's my current sched:
Hi 166 L - Dacudao, TTH 1200 - 1330 CTC 308
FA 108 A - Ypil, Monday 430 - 730 CTC 319
FA 165.1 - Javellana, MWF 130 - 230 G-312A
FA 198 - Maramara, TTH 1030 - 1200 G-306
FA 166.3 - Lerma, TTH 300 - 430 Art Gallery
Ph 103 Q - Rosario, TTH 430 - 600 CTC 103
Th 151 A - Dy-Liaco, MWF 830 - 930 CTC 102
Lord help us all.
So, if you are one of the ones I mention, I will give you my other blog, the livejournal:
www.livejournal.com/users/heaven_spawn/
add me! :D
And yes, I still use this blog. I don't use it that frequently anymore, but I still do. In fact, I think I'll be using this a whole lot more in the next few months. :)
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I'm tired but happy. :) I'm also somewhat grateful that I didn't get picekd for OrSem. The past four days have been a mad rush of highs. All highs, no lows. :) I like, and I'm happy.
Tomorrow, rest na 'to. Or, I can buy Knights of the Old Republic II for the PC. Haha. Happy, happy, happy ako. :D
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here's my current sched:
Hi 166 L - Dacudao, TTH 1200 - 1330 CTC 308
FA 108 A - Ypil, Monday 430 - 730 CTC 319
FA 165.1 - Javellana, MWF 130 - 230 G-312A
FA 198 - Maramara, TTH 1030 - 1200 G-306
FA 166.3 - Lerma, TTH 300 - 430 Art Gallery
Ph 103 Q - Rosario, TTH 430 - 600 CTC 103
Th 151 A - Dy-Liaco, MWF 830 - 930 CTC 102
Lord help us all.
current music: quiet. and i like it. :) because there are still songs in my head, and i can hear them better that way. :D
I'm home, back from A29.
Staffing for these retreats is tricky business. I admit the fever and the LBM were NOT fun things to encounter away from home, but it was all good. I feel tired physically, but I still feel like I can keep going. :) Hehe. parang natural high. :)
I'm kind of sad, as Kuya Third and Mommy Tammy will be leaving. Shet. To think two of my favorite, most looked-up-to a-dayzers are leaving... :(
I learned so much from those two. I shall miss them dearly.
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In other news, congrats kay Ria and Dandan for 7 new kids! To Chai and Twinkle for a fantastic job, and to Vannie and Maundy as new vice-rectors of A30! :D
As homesick I was in the batch... I shall miss it. :)
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Ikaw? Do you need a retreat? Ako bahala sa inyo! :D
I'm home, back from A29.
Staffing for these retreats is tricky business. I admit the fever and the LBM were NOT fun things to encounter away from home, but it was all good. I feel tired physically, but I still feel like I can keep going. :) Hehe. parang natural high. :)
I'm kind of sad, as Kuya Third and Mommy Tammy will be leaving. Shet. To think two of my favorite, most looked-up-to a-dayzers are leaving... :(
I learned so much from those two. I shall miss them dearly.
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In other news, congrats kay Ria and Dandan for 7 new kids! To Chai and Twinkle for a fantastic job, and to Vannie and Maundy as new vice-rectors of A30! :D
As homesick I was in the batch... I shall miss it. :)
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Ikaw? Do you need a retreat? Ako bahala sa inyo! :D
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