I want Oct-Nov baaaack

I wasn't warned that it's gonna fade...

Hey 2010!

10 things I pray for 2010!

1. Love and peace of mind to my family and loved ones.
2. Good health for my parents.
3. Trust that never fades.
4. Friendships that will never be over.
5. Understanding and accepting inevitable changes.
6. Embrace challenges.
7. Love that will not make me cry.
8. Surprises that will make me cry :)
9. Good news that will make me feel good.
10. Grow an inch to everything that makes my life.

Merry Christmas!

Local news says that a slice of your favorite lechon gives you the following equation:

Whadup!??

All I want for Christmas!

I'd kill for The Killers tickets!

I swuuuur!

Fine. Paramore nalang. Ay yoko mas matagal pa yun.

Calling anyone who minds making me super happy, tara lets!

I HATE MOA Concert Grounds, but whattaheck.

My Loser List

There are about gazillion things I don't know how to do in this lifetime.

At 25, I will shamelessly admit that I don't know how to ride a bike. And just when you start to draw an L on your forehead, wait till you hear me say that I don't know how to do a paper plane till this very date. Oh, and the whole stuff you can do out of folding paper, boat included, I never learned to do any of those.
 Freakishly, I am a loser in so many ways.

While I know how to sing, I can't follow dance steps in more than X number of counts. I'd trade knowing how to whistle maybe, if I just learned how to do the shadow of a dog using both hands, or a star by the rubber band.

Now that I realize it, I carried on some funny lack of know-how in certain grown up knowledge that should have been easy as ABC.

So, here's my loser list:

- I don't know how to flirt casually. I mock myself inside whenever a boy gets too close, and would mess up the whole art of flattery and the discomfort of courtship --whatever that is.

- I don't know how to spot a guy who likes me. I guess, the horror of being myself kind of gets ahead of me, and I wouldn't give them a reason to like me further. I instantly freeze to the ice queen that I am, and then I’d wear on the “don’t talk to me” look.

- I don't know how to throw a bitch fit. I get mad for a very limited period of time, even an episode of CSI is longer than my exploding heart. I don't dwell, which makes sense to not harboring hate towards anyone. I get furiously mad, but not throw a rage. Then, if I need to talk to you about it in a week’s time, I forgot my whole point then will make up with you, just like that. Bad if you have to seriously discuss problems with somebody. This is to date is my timeless weakness.

- I don't know how to be jealous. Period.

Okay. I do, but not psycho jealous over anyone. When I distinctly feel a pang of suspicion, it is usually genuine jealousy. I don’t practice jealousy like breathing. Maybe I don’t want to show I’m threatened, or make someone feel their whims mattered. You can look, but you can’t touch!

I’m stupid about whollata things in this life. I just act like I am as wise. I don’t put value on things I can live without (except gossip girl hehe) but puts out much effort thinking for the things that are best left as is. So help me God. This is me, naked and complicated.

Press Rewind. Delete. Press Play.

Lost for words

It is not a phase. This is not a high school feeling.



I don’t know how to put in a less overrated manner, but I guess I can only do it somehow because of the truth it might as well expose.

You got me starring blankly in space most of the time. The kind of feeling I thought doesn’t exist anymore,  much like Peace.


You have me wondering how surreal the thing between you and me is. I afloat in thousand visions of the things I can only wished the last time I checked.

I was always over thinking and under dreaming of what is rightly for me. And then it just felt right, like the coffee we shared of hundred days ago. Funny when good things are finally ready to for me, I grew scales of cowardice and denied wanting it too.

You effortlessly took off my armor. I am captured from the insides of my careful strength. I denied being my strong self and let you in.
I am yours to keep indefinitely.

Cine Europa 12

While I'm in a state of "I refuse to be productive". Allow me to go over one of my favorite time of the year -- the Film Fests!

How very amazing that Cine Europa on its 12th year now, never died a minute in my heart.

Because I don't know about you my dear friends but since I had that perpetual love for films and the heart and mind behind every pixel, I can't help but look forward to this season of every year for Cine Europa, follow every subtitle and be amazed by how every filmaker crafts thoughts, visual, and sound to every film.

I hope I can catch every good film there is, I hope you'd do the same.

Its just right at Shang mall and is for free... how very awesome right?

SCHEDULE HERE

FILM DETAILS

10 Reasons I can't deny being 25

1. I read Time Magazine like crazy.

It started when I was 14 or 15 -- those girly glossy pages never escaped my allowance.

From early '07 I bought Time every now and then but never as frequent as sometime this year. Cosmo doesn't appeal anymore, or world news is hotter?


Okay, let's consider age. Shucks.


2. I am annoyed with noise.

Kids running around (not the cute small ones), or high school kids talking way loud in Starbucks. I am the grumpy lola in our apartment shushing kids screaming outside our unit. Has my decibel level (is that what you call it) limit thing decreased?



3. I don't argue with whatever weird philosophy my dad has.

Papa likes to pop conspiracy theories, political crap, and religion over rice and Sinigang on weekend lunch. I, for years am the one debating against his middle-age realizations, but we’re cool that way.


Until it has become different for sometime now -- He talks I...just listen. Doesn't mean I have succumbed to his philosophy or something. I think this distance I have with him (that we already live apart) has made missing my parents elevate to the next level of understanding each other better. And yes, accepting whatever weirdness we all do most times.

 4. Every bit of me is scared to be in a relationship.

I have told my friends that it sucks to be older. You know better and its a disadvantage sometimes -- all the time for me. The whole bf-gf shebang used to be easier until you're in your mid 20's.


When you have been Angie or Jen some time in your life, you begin to have a validation that Disney tricked you.


5. You wake up early.

I always think its funny how people wake up early and do chores and stuff but I am not (so) yet like that. But then considering the late hours I sleep, I wake up way early like 5-hour- of-sleep-is-okay early. I think there's more to the waking hours than to sleeping.


6. I hate misspelling texts just to shorten it

I know it's supposed to be shortened. And this is not an age thing anymore, well a little maybe. Thus my QWERTY phone.


I forgive using "u" instead of you and "4" for the word for but nothing tragically and intentionally shortened. This the mother of all my pet peeves and it heightened at this age that I catch myself having a hard time reading shortened messages anymore.


7. I carry all my stuff, all the time.

It works for me to have a huge bag regardless of where I am going. While I'll most likely only use about 1/8 of the things inside on a normal day, I hate the feeling of not being able to find a pen, a paper, the perfect shade lipstick, my charger, or anything I think is necessary for my survival in my own bag. Markers, scissors, and nail cutter included.


8. Skin fights back

I was proud on not having eye bags after going o n a streak of sleepless nights. Barely having zits, and skin just settles on ordinary facial wash and that's it. Now, the extra care offer promised by elixir of youth is what eats my Watsons shopping. It’s true what they say about skin care and that entire thing you take for granted just because. Sleepless nights will say hello in a form of skin breakout and the thing you thought was an eye liner gone wild – eye bags!


9. (Almost) everyone gets married

--- Or have babies. Pretty much the same thing. My point being: the whole circus of responsibilities people my age blindly jumps into. Applause for the boldness! I am not against the whole courage thing, there’s probably a thousand reason for things occurring in their lives in such fashion and only because they’re ready or God is ready to let things like big responsibilities to jump outside their doors. I on the other hand, can’t even manage a French tip. Got the analogy?

 10. 1984 is the new 1975

Once upon a time, the ones you know who are really maturely cool ones are the ones born in 1975. They are probably my oldest cousins or so.


You realize this when you are around 15 – then 1975 person was 24 then. Come 2009, I feel very much like my exhibit A! I see kids born in 1990, and I am good friends with them though I still don’t get how back the year they were born I was learning how to read. Math is a really tricky problem. So is age.

Cowardice at its finest

I am just as coward as Bass