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samedi, juin 28, 2003 On sleep, the Hulk and Friends this has been a stress-filled week, a month even. here are a few days worth of entries crammed in a few minutes of reading time. 1. On The Hulk I was seriously enjoying the movie up until Eric Bana had to change into the hulk. the comics feel to the movie was refreshing for a comic-to-film transition. cool. but, ah, how come i sometimes got the feeling that i was actually watching the Brady Bunch? was expecting to see one of the kids smile out of a frame. this feeling was only confirmed during Talbot's death. tama, Charlie's Angels nga. sooo '70s. why didn't the Hulk leave footprints either? spandex -- wonder invention of this century. but i love Josh Lucas, even without his accent. seeing him made the movie worth watching. 2. On Friends was watching the first season of Friends the other night. in one episode, i discovered that Monica was only 26. wow, that was ten years ago, wondered what my life would be nine years after today. she got married to Chandler. and i don't even want to think of Rachel's life. i am most like Rachel according to Emode. 3. Meeting: a new phrase appreciation tour In a sentence: "I have finished discussing the projects and finances of the company. do you think your appreciationn tour helped?" yeah, it did. it dropped my depreciation of the company about five notches lower. 4. having a crush i have an abnormal crush on Vic/Lei of F4/Meteor Garden. he's a snob, quiet and loner type yet belongs to a hip group that bullies others. and he plays the violin. i can actually convince myself that falling for fictional characters is normal. not. 5. realized that i can cram an update of my life in 160 letters to fit an SMS message. a milestone for SMS, need to change my life though. 6. on fire drills and coffee i owe part of my harrassed week to a newsletter i'm doing for an organization of foundations. so i went to a friend's office so we can finish the paper. less that 30 minutes in the building and the alarm sounds. great. fire or a fire drill. and i'm at the 35th floor. wearing heels. during this time, i get to pack my stuff, get my bag and bring my coffee. hey, it was still hot and was Figaro brew. must have looked weird walking down the whole 35 floors with a coffee cup. coffeeholic. need help. need my caffeine. when i finally got out, i received two messages telling me to leave the building because it was really a bomb threat. these two must have seen me go out. but i still wondered if it was true, could there be an oil price hike rally and with very angry rallyists? 7. on Charlie's Angels well, it met my expection that it was a funny movie without a story. and Luke Wilson is so hada material. 8. kept dozing off the whole day. finally got to sleep after 48 hours of working. still craving for sleep but have to watch the F4 special on tv. hahaha. # gtz | 6:42 AM | lundi, juin 23, 2003 i am getting hooked on Meteor Garden. yeah, not like me. but before eyebrows start rising let me explain that i watch it on vcd, with English subtitles. so i still get to hear their original voices rather than the lousily translated and dubbed episodes they show on tv. tingin ko kaya ako naga-gwapuhan sa F4 dahil hindi sila mukhang purong singkit at sakang. at LSS na ang "oh, baby, baby" at theme ng Meteor Garden sa akin. ang jologs! and while watching Meteor Garden, i realized that one of the F4 looked like an ex of mine. since this ex and i are in pretty good terms, i sent him an SMS asking if anyone has told him that he looked like Mei Zuo. he replied that no one has told him yet and that he already got married. so i asked him where they met and other details. and he replied that the reason he was looking for me (and asking me out) a few months ago was because he was thinking of getting married and that he thought that i was the One. (talk about being platonic, huh.) unfortunately for him, i had other ideas. i know i should somehow be angry with him for telling me this--this is just not useful information--but our relationship/friendship never really included having arguments so i will let it slip. but i am getting a kick out of this. started reading The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle. flashback, saturday: used the elevated walkway to get to Glorietta from my Leviste St. office. alone. a first. makati is so sad during weekends. so dreamlike. wanted to cry. where could my soulmate be? # gtz | 12:15 AM | samedi, juin 21, 2003 i'm Egypt yeah, sounds like me today. but will take the test again when i don't feel depressed and am not in a crying spell. and i don't like cats or dogs or fishes. if i had a unicorn, a dragon, or a phoenix, now that would be something. i'd like that a whole lot. give me mystical creatures. anytime. i want to fall in love. though i know my commitment issues will come out when i'm in love, i still want to feel the rush. want to get intoxicated. yeah, my blood could just be yearning for alcohol . bwaha:
# gtz | 3:54 AM | mardi, juin 17, 2003 onboard Misfits PWU 9--, the cab driver just kept mumbling and making tsk-tsk sounds about the traffic the whole trip from Cubao to Makati. his cab should be called Gone Mental. when will i find the Jouissance cab Judy Ick mentioned in class. what a road trip that would be. oh happy day! the sun didn't come out but good news just made my day. my sister's appeal got approved by the chancellor! am so amused with Steve Martin's Shopgirl. i just adore his play with words and witty malappropriations. yeah, Steve Martin on paper, sans the occasional slapstick. # gtz | 9:45 PM | ah bite me. my irritation is breaking out into rash and itchiness. my bitchy side might just come out any movement. I. AM. PISSED. to say the least. the gall. the teacher who couldn't get his where, were and we're right has just told me that another teacher didn't like the article written about her. and to think that article was a-ok. and considering the trash they gave me to edit and rewrite. so what do i say? 1. well, that he has to edit/rewite it himself or find another writer to write the article A.S.A.P. as in tomorrow. hey, they were already two weeks late in submitting. and there are only so few times a deadline can be resurrected. he has to find a good writer, because there is just no way i am going to rewrite more crap. i just don't have the time. 2. that he can't use the earlier article, unless the first writer allows it. besides, why didn't she tell the writer that she didn't like it in the first place? she must have been a terrible interviewee. i have met people who have the right to add as many letters after their names as can be; sometmes they prefer to be known just by their real names. this teacher is on a power roll; she wants her title attached to her all the time. i pity the graduates and the students from that school. to think the school has such a great namesake. nah, i pity the hero for which the school was named after. what an injustice. i hope all lousy teachers leave this country. sa ibang bansa na kayo magkalat ng lagim. i hope the sun will come out tomorrow. this will probably be the only time i will say that. # gtz | 7:29 AM | lundi, juin 16, 2003 i can't believe i wasted what could have been a good long weekend by the beach just editing a lousy skillbook for Grade 4 Language and Reading. and i mean lousy copy. good thing i don't know who the teacher who wrote it is or where she teaches because do i want to kill her. well, but it did give me a few laughs. naah, i was so irritated i almost cried. but i don't really get mad. i get even. here are two stories from the skillbooks, as is (typos and all): Benedict was a boy who had may great ideas in his mind. He can discuss a lot of things, can create a picture of things you can't imagine a young boy like him will do. In other words, he was a gifted child. His teachers were so happy for him. The same way his family was. But one day, after coming home from school, his parents noticed that he was sad. He never behaved like that before. He retired to bed early. Near his bed he had a small tape player, where he used to play before he slept. That night, he chose to listen to sad songs. Still the parents were thing why he behaved like that. But because they want to respect his silence, they retired to bed with the thoughts in their mind. The following day, the whole family was shocked by the scene nobody would expect. He was lying cold and still. He was gone. His earthly body has been taken away from the people who loved him so much while he sleeps. Now his parents knew why Benedict had displayed the traits a young boy like him wouldn't do, they understand why he was sad the other night, because they knew he would be gone soon.... and the other one: In the town of Masagana, there lived a couple named Paeng and Juana. Juana was a kind hearted woman who loved her husband so much. She was very hard-working and had all the character traits a man had to ask for a wife except that she didn't had a face a man could be proud of. On the contrary, Paeng was a lazy, inconsiderate and insensitive person who loved no one but himself. He doesn't like Juana to be his wife, he said his parents had just insisted it to marry her. But Juana who was very patient despite his untoward attitude towards him still cared and loved him. Paeng didn't have a job. It was Juana who took the responsibility of being the bread- winner in the family. In return, Paeng would spend the money his wife had earned to leisure and womanizing. Juana knew all these things. She couldn't help but cry in silence. One night, Paeng went home with a beautiful woman. He told Juana that the woman will be staying with them and will sleep with him. Juana in grief ran out of the house and wept under a tree. When suddenly, a fairy appeared. Aware of what was happening, she immediately turned Juana into a beautiful woman, that any man who would see her will do nothing but to fall in love with her. The fairy asked Juana to go back to their house the following day. And so Juana did. Paeng and the woman were still in bed when she came. She rushed through the kitchen unmindful of the couple inside the bedrom. She prepared the breakfast, cleaned the house, did the chores that she used to do everyday. Soon, Paeng and his woman woke up. They proceeded to the kitchen and Paeng was so surprised for what he saw. "Who is this woman," aked Peng to himself. "Please eat your breakfast. You must be hungry and tired already," said Juana. Upon hearing her voice, Paeng knew it was Juana. "How did it happen," he asked her. "You don't have to," replied Juana. And Juana continued doing her works. The other woman was so surprised and jealous of what she saw. Paeng couldn't take his eyes away from Juana. He followed her wherever she goes. During the night, Paeng would sleep with Juana, while the other woman slept outside. These things for the other woman were unbearable, she rushed to the kitchen got a knife and was about to stab Juana when a fairy appeared before her and turned her into an ugly woman, that when somebody will see her would lose its appetite. Paeng saw her and drove her away from the house. He begged Juana to forgive him for all the things that he had done and promised that whatever things may happen he would stay there for Juana. should i be happy that the story had a happy ending? duh. and to think that i was complaining about another teacher who couldn't differentiate where, were and we're, and who coud never make the subjects and the verbs agree. why god, what did i do to get punished through editing bad copy? why? # gtz | 10:39 PM | two figures stare back at me everytime i'm at my desk at work. a green elephant incense-holder and a violet clay figure of a girl. they are sitting atop my big speakers like they are sitting on a cliff. their figures are comforting to me. i should mold clay more often. it really is relaxing. # gtz | 10:12 PM | i feel like everything that happened to me yesterday was just one friggin' long dream. conversations, YM chats, watching Bruce Almighty, drinking frozen margarita. even the show-and-tell scene with Ria and Sean. yet yesterday i felt that my day just sped past me and i didn't even get to appreciate anything. weirder thing is that i feel like i am just sleepwalking today. # gtz | 10:03 PM | jeudi, juin 12, 2003 why oh why am i editing a math skillbook? even if it is grade school math. i am a writing major. i don't like math. that's a given. i have forgotten about fractions and decimals and angles and intersections a long time ago. plus, my math skills only come out when i'm shopping. # gtz | 2:02 AM | mardi, juin 10, 2003 i want to cry. for my sister. my life. my lousy job. my plans that take a long time materializing. my lack of a Plan B. everything. heck, even for Mirabelle's reclusive kitten (Steve Martin's Shopgirl) because i oddly relate to her. i sooo want to lie on a sofa/bed and go out just once a month. and because of my painful back. i will have a good cry soon. if only my schedule could accommodate that. i am strangely amused, though, of a typing slip i made while having a chat with malatemail. instead of typing ugat, which i think is the cause of my back pain, i typed utak. in effect i was complaining that something was wrong with my brain. ha! my nerves must really be frayed. # gtz | 12:08 AM | lundi, juin 09, 2003 Yesterday (sunday) was a day of good movies and killer lines. i had a dozen things to do, yet seeing Music From Another Room showing on Star Movies is just not easy to resist. that is one good movie, and Jude Law is just adorable. accompanied a friend to the bookstore, with no intentions of buying anything. but when i saw the last copy of The Last Unicorn, i just couldn't put it down. it was way out of my budget and way overpriced, too. so i brought it with me to the children's books section. where i saw a copy of Ursula Le Guin's first Earthsea book (The Wizard of Earthsea). i've been looking for that book in ages. i already have Tombs of Atuan, and there was no rush to buy the other books because the purchasing person over ordered The Farthest Shore and Tehanu. so that was another book i just had to buy. just hope i get to read the books soon. having started a couch potato afternoon, my friend and i felt we needed to watch another good movie. armed with calories from french fries and KFC, we went in search for a cheap vcd. Frida's unibrow and surreal paintings entertained us through our six pieces of fried chicken and large fries. her quirkiness and humor prevented the fat from clogging my arteries. but i guess not potent enough to prevent my severe back pain from attacking again. # gtz | 1:42 AM | jeudi, juin 05, 2003 tuning up All together now... Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred 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 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 woman or a man? In truths that she learned Or in times that he cried In bridges he burned Or the way that she died isa pang song line: crazy people, crazy people, crazy people like you make me crazy... or something like that... Amazes me how i now have enough confidence to sing around friends, kahit alam kong sintunado ako. well, i have other talents. you too would have my confidence had you an officemate who can't carry a nursery rhyme tune, at matigas pa ang katawan sa puno ng narra, yet has the confidence of Lani Misalucha. was it just me or did the Rockapella version of Breakfast at Tiffany's just say "badingbadingbadingbadingbadingbading?" yeah, must be me. From When Harry Met Sally: Sally: "I'm saying, that the right man for you might be out there right now, and if you don't grab him someone else will and you'll have spend the rest of your life knowing that someone else is married to your husband." the problem with cleaning up my inbox, and other files from the internet, is that i think it's a waste to just trash the good junk. that i might need it in the future. for what, i have absolutely no idea. like this one. must have been a basurero in a past life. # gtz | 10:41 PM | mercredi, juin 04, 2003 Sarap talaga ng gatas ng DTRI. malansa at lasang damo pa. galing sa dodo ng cow! # gtz | 8:31 PM | funny YM status for today: "Take care coz i don't." bwaha, only in my country. pirated DVDs being sold just outside the Makati City Hall. right beside the Public Attorney's Office. Gaiman really knows how to tell a short story. Just read Chivalry from an e-book. and Snow, Glass, Apples definitely belongs to my Top 10 short stories. i never really saw Snow White in the same light after reading it in 1999. have to get a copy of Smoke and Mirrors. # gtz | 1:09 AM | mardi, juin 03, 2003 Funny how when we see real friends we haven't seen for awhile we just hit it off like we just saw each other yesterday. Went to Finale Gallery to see Reggie Yuson's new sculptures. must be my headache because i kept seeing his scultures as lines that traced continuous circles. never ending, like space. though they were as stationary as metal could be. the exhibit at West Gallery, just beside Finale, didn't help either. the Bantock-ish treatment to the postcard-sized artworks gave me swirls of color. nothing to focus on. specially since every square inch of the gallery was filled with the artworks, that is, except for the viewing glass. must be too much coffee, chocolate and cigarettes. and lack of sleep. # gtz | 8:56 AM | |
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