My non-review of the New Moon movie

As promised, I resisted asking my boyfriend to watch New Moon with me. I wasn't really in a hurry to watch it, so I never brought up the idea. BUT, to my surprise, it was my boyfriend who suggested that we watch it last night. And who am I to refuse such rare offer? So watch it we did. I had to keep reminding him though, that it was HIS idea to watch the film, just in case the audience go, uh, crazy again like what happened with Twilight.

Good thing the crowd that we were in was tamer. I noticed that most of the viewers were couples and I have this theory on why the boyfriends were suddenly curious to see a sparkling vampire: They actually want to see the looks on their girlfriends' faces once Jacob Black appears on the screen--shirtless. For sure they've heard of the "heavenly body" that this Taylor Lautner possesses.

Other than the "ooohhs" for Jake's perfect abs, there were still the "aaaawwws" for Edward's...for Edward. The couple sitting next to us was so funny. When Edward finally said the "magic words" to Bella at the end of the movie, the girl--and the rest of the female audience EXCEPT yours truly because I was only screaming in me head, went "aaawww..." and the guy kept saying "o, kalma! kalma!" while playfully holding both of the girl's hands.

The hilarity was still there, sans the I-need-to-go-to-the-loo-to-do-number-two looks on the Cullens' faces. I'd have to say that this one's better than the Twilight movie, even though it's my least favorite book in the series. I still find the soundtrack boring though. Zzz...

Ok, that's it. Now go watch!

And there's your answer

Last night, just like the previous gazillion nights, I was again being confronted by the question: "Why are these things happening to me?" Franky, I've stopped asking myself that question because the answer has been pretty clear to me since the start. It was the result of my not doing what I should have been and doing what I should not have. But the person that I was conversing with, who's going through something worse than what I've gone through, has yet to find the answer to this daunting query.

Then this morning, after checking the dailies for our PRs, I answered the puzzle on the Leisure page of the Business Mirror. I rarely do this because I do not have the patience to fill in those empty boxes. But it was like I was drawn to it the moment I flipped the page, like there was something telling me to get a pen and solve the puzzle. So I did just that, and I was pleasantly surprised by the result. It says:

"Things don't go wrong and break your heart so you can become bitter and give up. They happen to break you down and build you up so you can be all that you were intended to be."

-Charles "Tremendous" Jones

Okay, at first I was freaked out, but then came the realization that God has just given me the answer  to last night's question, straight out of a newspaper page. I immediately sent it as an SMS to the person I was talking with the other night, in the hope that it might finally shed some light on the dark path that he's currently taking.

Now I am posting this in case some random lurker, who is asking the same question, stumbles upon this blog. Maybe then that person would say, "God has given me the answer staight out of a random blogger's page."

About the header

So I finally decided to replace my boring text header with a boring image banner. I'm not good at anything visual. I don't even know how to work with that miracle they call Photoshop. But I just really wanted my header to be an extension of who I am, so I tried playing with the Paint application. Yes, PAINT, that software that even a kindergarten kid can use. That said, I appeal to your fault-finding eyes to please spare my header from any criticism. I already know that.

Moving on, obviously these are a few of my favorite things (which reminds me, I forgot to include anything from the Sound of Music!). Clockwise from left: Audrey Hepburn, ultimate style icon; Holga 120N, representing lomography; the Beatles; the Eiffel Tower, for Paris; Michael Jackson; symbols for happiness, love and peace; and wayfarer shades, which, I just realized, I like more that aviators now.

And of course there's the title of my blog in red. I also successfully installed a favicon! I know it's quite generic. Will think of something more creative in the days to come.

There. That should be enough to tell you a little something about my personality, in case you're interested. Of course, reading my other posts would help, too.

On my current weight and size

Hello, consistent lurkers

I don't want to call you stalkers because I know I am not worth-stalking. So I'm just going to label you as consistent lurkers who drop by my blog often, if not everyday. Whether you genuinely like my posts (a big THANK YOU and lots of ♥, if that's the case) or absolutely hate me and just seek the thrill of being annoyed by my rants, I'm cool with it. I lurk other blogs, too. I regularly read blogs of people whose posts I genuinely like and of people who I absolutely despise. I guess it's just one guilty pleasure that WE cannot escape from.

So seat back, relax and enjoy your stay here at my humble blog. Either that or may the crappy posts here annoy the crap out of you! LOL! ;p

Michael Jackson's THIS IS IT

Last night Paul and I saw Michel Jackson's This Is It movie at Glorietta 4. It was amazing. The cinema wasn't packed, but you can still feel the audience's excitement. Everyone fell silent when the film started rolling, the total opposite of what usually happens at the start of a Michael Jackson concert where people go wild. Throughout the duration of the movie you can hear people going "wow!" and occasionally laughing at MJ's wit. He really was a funny man, but at the same time very serious in giving his fans a great show. Aside from his signature moves and musical genius, Kenny Ortega's film also showcased how hands-on MJ was during the preparations for the concerts. He was a perfectionist. He didn't settle for anything less than what he wanted to achieve. "That's why we rehearse," he often said. MJ showed vigor during the rehearsals, even though he wasn't yet giving his 100% because he was saving his voice and energy for the actual shows. But it was pretty obvious that something was wrong with his health. He was so thin and looked so fragile. Nonetheless, he exhibited the same passion and intensity that he always had every time he performed. Of course, it wouldn't be called a Michael Jackson production without the awesome effects. My favorite would have to be the one that they did for the Smooth Criminal presentation. I'm not going to give any more spoilers. You just have to see it and be amazed. Overall, the film was so marvelous that I didn't want it to end and when it finally did, the audience applauded but nobody left the cinema. Everyone stayed to watch the closing credits, which featured clips from the movie in slow motion and This Is It playing in the background. When Heal the World started to play afterwards, everybody sang along as they headed to the exits. Clearly everyone wanted more of MJ. I couldn't help but think that, had MJ not died and his London shows pushed through, I wouldn't have had any chance at all of seeing even just a glimpse of his "Final Curtain Call," except maybe in television features. But now that he's gone, the rest of the world is given the opportunity to see the King of Pop not only as a performer, but also as a real person. This is not to say that I'm happy that he's gone. It only made me—and I guess his millions of fans—miss him more. This is it. This is the last we will see of the icon. And it will only run for two weeks.

Think before you tweet

I know of "papansin" people on the web, but maligning others just to get noticed? That is unacceptable. A few days ago I tweeted something like, "wow, feeling mo naman ang ganda-ganda mo! TIGNAN MO NGA 'YANG HITSURA MO!" It was intended for someone who did something really, really awful to someone so dear to me. It was for someone who said the exact same words in all caps to a loved one, who's now suffering from very low self esteem. I didn't put the person's (user)name on the tweet despite my anger. I simply spoke my mind. Paul warned me that I might be misinterpreted by others, but I didn't care. All I wanted was to get the message across. Well, I should've listened to him. I didn't get any reply over tweeter, except from a good online buddy and I sent her a DM explaining what the angry tweet was for. My tweets are automatically cross-posted to my Facebook wall, so my contacts over there are also updated. None of my contacts, whom I personally know, replied to that status. But, to my horror, a certain Danny C. Basiño commented: "Sama naman ng ugali mo!!!!! bakit anu ba itsura mo? kung anung ganda mo sya namang pangit ng ugali mo......Matakot ka nga sa Dyos... Wala kang karapatang manglait ng tao..." This from a person whom I've never even met in my entire life. I added him as a contact in Facebook out of politeness because we had two friends in common. Now I regret clicking on that "accept" button. I was shaking when I first read this person's reply through my email. But after realizing his real intention, which was "magpapansin," I just laughed it off. While my tweet seemed a little rude, he did not have the right to judge me, simply because he had absolutely no idea what was going on in my life. Oh wait, didn't he just say that to me? Tsk, tsk. Talk about hypocrisy. Others might have also taken that tweet as something negative against my character, but since they did not know exactly what was happening, they didn't say a word. Hindi kasi sila papansin. I've already deleted the person from my contacts list. I don't need any more attention-whores in my life. As for the tweet, I've also deleted it in the hope that the person for whom it was intended has already gotten the message. Lesson learned aside from thinking (twice) before tweeting, do not accept invites from people you've never met in person, even if you have a hundred friends in common.

What's in my bag

1. Hello Kitty baby wipes 2. Hello Kitty wet wipes 3. Zen Zest Sparkling Sugar cologne in Vanilla Ice Cream 4. Pink floral hand fan 5. Band-Aid isopropyl alcohol 6. Pink accessories pouch 7. Red folding umbrella 8. LG mobile phone charger 9. 4GB Imation USB flashdisk with pink bear dangler 10. Sony Ericsson mobile phone charger 11. Pink beaded purse 12. Goody hairbrush 13. Hello Kitty toothbrush and toothpaste plastic case 14. Pink cassette tape coin purse 15. Light blue Cinnamoroll pouch for LG mobile phone 16. Sony Ericsson USB cord 17. Multi-colored Pockets bag organizer from Jaja 18. Eyelash curler 19. Dark brow eyeliner *Click on the photo to enlarge.

Oh my cuteness!

Do you like my doll-doll Harly? I named her after Harlyne, Paul's former officemate who's so, so pretty! Uh-oh, girl crush alert! Haha! KIDDING. Anyway, I've been lurking cutesy sites lately and decided to tweak my template a bit to add some cuteness to it. Will tweak some more when I feel like it. =)

Love and hate in the time of Ondoy

I only regret being nice to people who have done something awful to me. Being annoying isn't awful.

I only hate one person in the world, and that person tried to steal something that was rightfully mine. I totally regret being nice to her. My life will never be the same, knowing that she still exists, but that is not to say that I am wishing for her death because I am not that evil. I just wish that we NEVER cross paths again. EVER.

I am annoyed with only two persons in the world and they are my officemates. One's a perv and the other is a retard. I cannot stand to be in their presence and I am NOT the only one who feels this way towards them. Not crossing paths with them would be impossible at the moment (unless they or I resign), but still I don't wish them any harm. Will just keep ignoring them.

Okay, enough with the hate. It's time to spread some love! Have you donated to Ondoy victims yet? Volunteered for a clean-up drive or helped repackage relief goods? Me neither. =( All I did since the super typhoon hit was re-tweet calls for help and donations and I don't think that really counts as helping since I don't have that many followers. I feel so useless.

a flooded street in Taguig

Though we were not spared from the wrath of the floods, that is not an excuse not to help. We are still in a much better condition compared to some of our ka-barangays who had to leave their homes and live in evacuation centers temporarily. I hope it's not too late to give my old clothes to the victims in our own barangay. The elementary school beside our house is now home to 200+ families affected by Ondoy.

I've never been this glad to gain weight. Now I have MORE clothes to giveaway! =)

The Women (I was Mary)

Just because you haven't done anything bad to anyone doesn't mean nothing bad will ever be done unto you. Life's unfair like that and you can't do anything about it. I read somewhere that some things aren't meant to be understood, but rather to just be accepted as they are. I guess this is one of those things.

Last night I was watching The Women (2008) and I couldn't help but relate to Mary (Meg Ryan's character). I loved that scene where she was sunbathing with her mom (Candice Bergen) and daughter. She goes, "I wish there was a pill you could take to make the love go away," to which her mom answers, "why would you want to do that? it was so hard to find it in the first place."

I found myself wishing for the same pill some months back, because really, it would've been easier if I wasn't loving the person that much, but it turned out all I really needed was one that can give me selective amnesia. Still no luck in finding such pills, but I'm good and I am convinced that I won't be needing them anymore. And besides, the mother was right. Most people struggle to find true love, so why would I want to forget or make mine go away?

There's still one thing left to be done, though. I'm just waiting for the "go signal," or some sort of sign that would clearly tell me that it is the right thing to do.

In Manila, red light means go, too.

People just couldn't wait for the light to turn green and it's quite disappointing sometimes, especially when there are actually vehicles passing. Why can't we follow the simplest of rules? And we keep complaining about not getting anywhere as a nation. =(

(via WWIBT?)