another reason to get lost

First, it was Matthew Fox, Josh Holloway and Ian Somerhalder....


...then, Rodrigo Santoro comes along.


Can I just hyperventilate now?

jampacked

Duurgh.....This week is going to be a veeery looong week for moi. Got three consecutive shoots lined up and Francis is in Puerto Galera for a field work. He'll be back this Friday, but that seems so far away...Sucks.

Being this busy (and lonely....yaaaah! cheesy me!) makes me want to escape to Baguio all the more. Well, I have to finish stuff first before I head up there. And Francis has to be back from his out-of-town assignment.

As if I'm being taunted/haunted by that charming place, my former officemate Mari-an, who's presently Baguio-based, dropped by today for a visit. Baguio, oh Baguio. What did you do to me?

Hay, hay. I'll shut up now. Can't think of anything to write. Kapoof.

return of the freak

"Home is behind, the world ahead,

And there are many paths to tread,

Thru shadow to the edge of night,

Until the stars are all alight,

Mist and shadows, clouds and shade

All shall fade, all shall fade."

-- Sung by Pippin in Return of the King

The long weekend found me sleeping, watching TV, doing some writing jobs, worrying about Francis (but he's back on his feet now, thank God!), and....*drum rolls* watching (again) Return of the King. Woooohoooo!

I've long wanted to re-watch at least one of the three LOTR installments, and I never found time (shame on me) until yesterday. Since sis and mom went on a shopping spree at 168, the TV was all mine to hoard.

I never get tired of watching PJ's widescreen adaptation of Tolkien's epic. And even until now, my fave scenes in ROTK never fail to give me goosebumps and yes, tears: Arwen's vision of her son with Aragorn, the lighting of the beacons of Gondor, Gandalf and Pippin riding to help Gondor's men against the menacing Nazguls, Pippin singing for Denethor while Faramir's army are heading for a suicidal attempt in reclaiming Osgiliath, the sounding of the battle horn of the Rohirrim upon their arrival at Pelennor Fields, the Pelennor Fields battle, Eowyn slaying the Witch-king of Angmar...I could go on and on and never get tired.

Sometimes, I laugh at myself whenever I catch me mouthing the dialogues! I know I'm getting kind of scary here, but I really love the feeling of being so perpetually engrossed in something as awesome as this epic.

Now I just have to make time for the FOTR and TTT. Mwahahaha!

Oh, and does anyone know where I can buy the extended version of ROTK? I already have the extended ones for the first two parts. For anyone who could point me to where I can find one, Hantalye!

the day rage almost ate me up

There are moments when you just want to break down and throw pillows at the wall just to express rage. But there are also moments when, at the height of that anger, God uses His word to soothe the raging storm in you.

That’s what Psalm 27 did to me. During that day when I was so bursting with hatred brought upon by a very problematic project and aggravated by another incident that happened that night I went home from work (it involves this ruthless jeepney driver who intentionally hit on the breaks and almost inflicted serious injuries on this unsuspecting girl), it’s very humbling to know that He knows every bit of rage I was feeling that time. Upon opening ODB to that night’s devotion, I knew He’s unravelling some answers for me. The devotion’s title? Facing Your Enemies. To say it has been timely is an understatement. It’s a miracle, if I may say. And at that very moment, I was again reminded to take my raging feeling to Him and let Him do the rest. Because really, hatred is a two-edged sword, and hate is a feeling I dislike very much. So I took everything to God in prayer and soon enough, I was sleeping like I’ve had the best day of my life.

Vindication came the following day (let me not talk about how it exactly came to me). What can I say…”If you are facing enemies, God will use His Word to help you.” Indeed.

P.S.

Please pray for Francis’ fast recovery – he’s been having recurring fever the past few days and we’re suspecting dengue. He’s had his blood tested this afternoon and the doctors said there’s nothing alarming to really conclude it’s dengue (thank the Lord!). He’s in for another blood test tomorrow just to be sure. I just hope and pray it’s just a simple case of flu…

elements of weightlessness

90/60, 78, 94. Only the last of these numbers is normal--and that would be my blood sugar. All the rest, my BP and *gulps* weight go below the normal scale. I'm THAT frail!?!?! And that's all the blood that remains in my frail body? Am I still human????

This means, I better work double time in gaining weight and I really, really have to sleep earlier than 12mn. Lest, I become a living dead.

***

There really are some people who, in order to please others, would make living a hell. Well, not really living but working. They don't care if what the client wants is illogical, much more wrong grammar, for as long as they follow what they want.

It's just sad that the quality of work suffers simply because some people like to kiss arse. It's as if they worship clients and are programmed to follow whatever they want, never mind if the subject and the verb don't agree (for instance). What's even sadder is that since you don't want to be associated with such erroneous work, you just force yourself to shut up and not brag about that particular piece of work that you slaved for, not wanting to risk your reputation as an artist or a writer.

What boggles me more is, why do (forgive the term) ass-kissing people like these make a challenging job one heck of a difficult one for me and my team? Why do they have to act like programmed machines churning out faulty revisions from their clients? Why do they have to cause my disillusionment?

It's very, very sad. Depressing even, to think you can do your best without other people boxing you in, only to find out that wouldn't really happen. And to think it's just a simple case of correct grammar or appealing layout.

Darn it. Is this the price you pay just so other inconsiderate people get more commission?

all in a day's work

Last night, after feasting on our fave meal at Chef d'Angelo, Francis and I were relieved to get out of the rain and onto a Cubao-bound bus--our usual route from Ortigas. Of course, the driver took his time and waited for more passengers to fill in every nook and cranny of the bus. But just when it was about to cross Ortigas Avenue, this guy from the very backseat (where we're seated), who doesn't look any sober, suddenly pleaded everyone to spare him some money for his fare; that he's doing an OJT sans allowance; and that he just badly needs money to go home. Rarely do we encounter things like that, so I got quite alarmed. I nudged Francis and told him we oughtta step out of the bus because I'm feeling "that feeling". But we remained seated. Five minutes have passed. Then the guy pleaded again, this time with an impatient tone. No one dared to give him what he wanted. I'm beginning to feel really uneasy because things like that could get out of hand. Just when we were about to get out of the scene, the now impatient guy made his way to the aisle, promptly introduced himself, and continued lamenting that he really, really need some money so please, please, please. Apparently, the guy's out of his mind. Why in the world would you have to introduce yourself and give a short educational background if you're just begging for money? It would've been sincere if he wasn't acting that weird.

At that moment, I had this urge to just run the guy down and flee from whatever bad is about to happen. I've been in a scary situation like this years ago, and it cost me my mobile phone and a bit of sanity, so you can just imagine how distressed I was. The moment the man went back to his seat, Francis and I hurriedly made our way to the door, paid our fare, and stepped out into the drizzle and onto EDSA (very near the Santolan MRT station, to be precise). We felt a big relief. Like I wanted to scream with relief. Never mind if we had to stand there for almost half an hour just to get another ride, and never mind if we wasted 20 bucks for not even 2 miles of travel. As long as we're far away from that scary guy, who I believe would do something stupid if nobody really gives him what he wanted. What if he's a holdupper? I never, EVER, want to encounter such ruthless beings again IN MY LIFE. NEEEEEEVEEEER!!! Thank God, indeed, that we were able to get out of such a terrifying situation.

***

Now on to happy things. I think I'm presently on the verge of getting addicted to another Korean-novela series. I'm not really a huge fan of Asian series shown here on our shores. It's just that I choose what show I let myself get hooked in and after Full House, this show (Love Story in Harvard, which had its pilot last night) is probably the next...

...which means that, I have something to look forward to every night. But with the semi-unpredictable schedule I have at work, I have another reason to hate doing overtime work...like now. Humbug!

i'm a little scary. cool!

You Are a Little Scary

You've got a nice edge to you. Use it.

How Scary Are You?

Haha! Now that's a different news. But it's nice to know I got a nice edge. The thing is, with some inefficient people pestering me at work, and they actually spoil my day, I don't think I'm willing to use that nice edge of mine.

I prefer that they see me as scary. REALLY scary. Rawr.

P.S.
Thanks to my sis. I stumbled upon this link in her very outdated site.

P.S.S
I think my home page is finally blocked here at the office forever. Makes me want to puke now.

the wonderful world of YM

Ahahaha! This is so amazing! Finally, after months and months of being YM-less, I have now downloaded and installed Yahoo Messenger here in our PC at home! Yahooo!

This sounds a bit shallow, I know, but for someone who has already built friendships online, this is a feat. My passionate affair with chatting hit in late. When everyone has probably gotten over chatting, I was only beginning to fall in love with it. My former officemates are to blame. If not for them, I would still be clueless.

YM kept me sane during those bumming around days, when I was waiting for precious calls from would-be employers. And so I have to thank it, even if sometime in the past, it gave me a hard time simply downloading/installing it--to the extent of reformatting the PC just so it'd work. So you can just imagine how thrilled I was when, after waiting for about an hour for the download to finish, YM has been successfully installed! Hurrah!

This is a very great compensation for not being able to chat properly at work *snickers*. Now I have another reason to look forward to weekends! Haha!

There. Raving over. I better go to bed in a while, right after I've created my new avatar. Heehee!

of guitars and memories

I am presently rediscovering my long-forgotten passion (if I could call it passion in the first place) – playing the guitar. Due to Francis’ insistence that I re-learn how to play it and not just be forever stuck on chords A, C, D, G, E and Em, at the same time persuading me that it’ll be very useful for the band, I gave in. So last weekend, we headed to Sta. Mesa to score some cheap guitar as my first step to being the female Joe Satriani.

It’s funny to look back at how I first came to establish romance with all those frets and strings: it was in high school, where, it seems, knowing how to strum simple tunes was the “in” thing. Then came college and I met wonderful guitar players (count Francis in) in UP Music Circle. And so the passion died and I just concentrated on playing with vocal chords. But now the prospect of being able to play an instrument aside from singing on stage seems a lot appealing. Hence, I am on the road to being a guitar master. Hardeeharhar.

*****

There are certain songs that remind us of certain moments, be they good or bad. In my case, it’s not just one or two songs, but a whole album – The Corrs’ Home. (I’ve always been a fan of the Irish group, though I must admit I only have two of their albums. Nevertheless, I’m still a fan.) And as I am currently listening to it now, the group’s spectacular Irish tunes never fail to bring me back to beloved Baguio.

A few months ago, as the bus trekked the long and winding road to that enchanting place, I immersed myself to Home to keep myself from being bored of the six-hour trip. Thanks to Francis for giving me that album as a Valentine gift. So now, since I’ve been longing to go back, I just comfort myself with memories evoked by Andrea’s vocals and tin whistle, Sharon’s violin, Caroline’s bodhran, and Jim’s guitar and keyboards.

On the other hand, my mom tells me she’s reminded of Nanay, who once said it’s like listening to Muslim music. I found it silly then. But now that she’s no longer with us, I find it endearing.

That’s probably one of the many good things about music: it makes us remember good things even if they’re just memories….

mad love

I am welcoming myself to yet another weblog, though I must admit that I'm still hesitant if I should maintain this site, hence spreading more of my loony world.

And let me just say that this is not a completely voluntary act. I'm actually forced to put up another crazy site simply because here at work, I have limited access to my home site (which I can only access during lunch). And I'm too lazy to face the computer when I'm at home. Plus of course, Internet access at the office is free AND fast.

Why the heck am I explaining myself?

Oh well. Another site to explore and tinker with. Erp.

P.S.
I hope SysAd doesn't block this site, too. Or I'm REALLY doomed.